Page 12 of Degrees of Acceptance
“And you think these sweet little panties are going to persuade me to spank you?” he asks.
“I hope so,” I murmur, unable to keep the breathiness out of my voice.
“Spread your legs wide apart, Baby,” he urges huskily.
“There you go,” he encourages as I spread my legs as far as I can. “I think I might have misjudged your negotiation skills, Katarina. I was going to make you wait a little while longer, but I have to admit you are making it pretty difficult to resist.”
The muscles in my legs, thighs, arms, and hips are starting to ache and adding to the intensity of my desire. He gently pulls on the seam of my thong, knowingly causing it to rub against my clit, and I moan softly.
“Please, Honey,” I moan as he pulls the material tighter against the overly sensitive area. As I pull back, his hand smacks the right side of my ass cheek.
“Is that what you want, Katarina?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant as his hand lands on the other side of my ass, briefly rubbing the spot before landing once more dead center. Oh… I can feel that push against the special place deep inside of me, moaning as he slowly pushes a finger inside of me.
“You are dripping wet, Baby,” he says as he repeats the pattern; left, right and then center, coming down hard each time, then slowly pushing two fingers inside of me.
I hear myself moan softly as he starts the third cycle. “Is this what you wanted, Baby?” he asks.
“Yes,” I moan as he puts his fingers back inside of me. I try to push back, but my muscles are shaking from being in this position. I feel his hand connect with the left side of my ass, right side and then back to the center where all of my nerve endings are ready to explode. He pulls the thong aside, and with one thrust, his cock plunges deep inside of me. I gasp at the depth and intensity and feel myself clench around him.
“How does that feel, Baby?”
“Good Honey... so good,” I moan.
“Baby, I want to fuck you hard. Are you ready?” he asks urgently.
“Yes,” I cry out unable to stand the pressure anymore.
“Cum for me Baby, cum…” he urges, and that’s it… I am lost, shaking and trembling as he plunges into my overly sensitive body, over and over, prolonging my climax while finding his own release deep inside of me. I am still quivering as he pulls me back against him, wrapping me up in his powerful arms.
“Are you feeling better now?” he asks, still holding me tightly against him.
“Well, except for a sore ass, yes,” I retort, joking.
“I do believe it was quite well negotiated for, and thoroughly deserved if I recall,” he admonishes. “Now, let’s get you into the shower,” he says, scooping me into his arms. He soaps the loofah and washes every inch of my body, circling in slow motions as I luxuriate in the feel, before soaping himself. He finishes and gets out of the shower before I’ve conditioned my hair. I rinse it, one last time, dry off and slide into my robe to go in search of him.
“I don’t care what the fuck the government is paying. There is not going to be a negotiation about how the employees are treated in any company that is funded by me.” There’s a brief pause, then he continues. “You do that, pack up our teams and get the hell out of there. Shut it down, Sid,” he says. As he comes out of his office, he sees me sitting on the couch.
“Things are not going so well?” I ask.
“You could say that,” he says.
“How long have you been out here?” he asks, cautiously.
“Long enough to hear that negotiations aren’t going so well. That’s twice in one night,” I say, trying to lighten the mood. That does the trick; he’s grinning from ear to ear and comes to sit by me.
I hand him a glass of wine, and he visibly relaxes next to me. I wonder what happened that made him pull out even after sending another team over, but don’t push.
“I’m going to let Jay know that we’re working at Prestian tomorrow and that we’ll be heading home tomorrow night. I’ll give Gaby a call and let her know we’re coming in early and will stay through the weekend.”
“I can work on the simulation from anywhere. I’m hoping by early next week Terry will have a footprint set so we can start putting the user groups together. I’ll be working quite a few hours once they start,” I warn.
“I see the jaw clench and deepening of his eyes, a sure sign that he is not happy with the answer. “Katarina, that’s why there are other people to assist you, so you don’t have to work as many hours,” he states.
“Chase, there are going to be times when I need to work a little longer. There is a lot to do with this project and need I remind you that you are paying me to do this?” I ask, wishing I knew why he has such an aversion to me working.
“In case you forgot, it would be quite easy to renegotiate your contract and don’t think that I won’t,” he threatens.
