Page 26 of His to Keep
He pauses, his lips directly over mine, only a breath of space between us. “Let me show you.”
There’s really nothing else I can do. The thought of pushing him away is physically painful. So I nod.
The second he sees my agreement, his lips press into mine, demanding and insistent. From that first second he’s in complete control of me—my body, my desires, my pleasure. I know this is a man who has every intention of taking everything he wants from me. And I know I’m going to enjoy every second of giving it to him.
“Missed this mouth.” He takes my wrists and pushes them over my head, holding them in place with one hand. The most delicious thrill goes through me at his dominance, his strength, the feeling of being restrained, even in this small way. I can’t help but arch my back up into him, like I’m offering myself. He groans as he kisses me again, dropping his free hand down to my breast. “Missed this body.”
“Luke.”
He nips at my bottom lip. “Sir,” he corrects, and I swear I could almost come just from the demand in his voice. “Tell me what you want.”
Anything. Everything. I give him the only answer that makes sense to me right now. “Whateveryouwant,” I whisper, because that’s what this is all about. I want to please him, want him to take full control of my body and use it however he wants. Nothing in the world turns me on more, nothing else makes me feel so good. It’s been that way with other men, other doms—that’s the basis of my submissive nature. But never has it been more true than it is with Luke.
That should probably scare me, but he makes me feel too good to care.
“You know what I want?” he whispers in my ear, his voice rough and raspy. “I want to make you come with my fingers, then my tongue, then my cock. But first I want to punish you for the past week. I want to bend you over my desk and spank your hot little ass. You know why?”
I can’t tell what thrills me more—the promise of all the ways he’ll make me come or the idea of him punishing me.
“Why, sir?”
“Because I’ve wanted to touch you every single fucking day and you haven’t let me. Because you’re so damn beautiful I can’t think straight when you’re around. Because you’ve made me go to bed hard and aching every night, no matter how many times I get myself off thinking about the feel of your sweet pussy on my fingers.”
Oh, fuck. His dirty mouth is doing wonderful things to my body and I both want him to continue and to shut up and put his lips and tongue to better use. The image of him touching himself while thinking of me sends a full body shiver straight through me.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He bites my lip again, shifting on top of me to bring his hardness against my hot center. I gasp as he groans. How does it feel this good when we still have all our clothes on?
He chuckles against my mouth and I realize I said that out loud. “It’s this good because it’s us,” he says simply, like that’s all the explanation I could need. And somehow, it is.
He takes my mouth again, every bit as demanding and possessive, but there’s something else in his kiss, too. It’s not gentle, but there’s a softness to it that wasn’t there before. Like his lips are trying to tell me something neither one of us is ready to say yet.
He groans. “Don’t think I can let you go long enough to get you to my desk.”
“I’ll take a rain check on the spanking.”
He chuckles, the sound light and easy compared to the intensity crackling between us. “Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.” He grins when I follow his instructions immediately. “So obedient.” He nips my lip again. “Do you know how badly I want to get inside you?”
I tilt my hips up to meet his hard erection. “I think I can guess.”
He chuckles. “See? This is that fire I was talking about. I can’t fucking get enough.” His demeanor suddenly changes as he pushes my skirt up my thighs. “Keep your hands here,” he demands as he releases my wrists. I miss the feel of him restraining me immediately, but he distracts me from the disappointment when he brings both hands up under my skirt and pushes my panties aside. “Fuck, Rebecca,” he mutters roughly as he slides his fingers across slick flesh. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“I’ve been like this every day,” I admit, feeling half out of my mind with anticipation and pleasure. “Every time I’m close to you.”
He groans loudly at my admission. “You’ve been like this at work? You’ve been sitting outside my door, dripping for me?” I can’t even answer as his touch becomes rougher, thrusting two fingers into me now. I cry out and he swallows the sound with his mouth. I could die right now and be happy. Nothing I’ve ever felt in my life compares with the way he dominates my body. I’ve spent the past week trying to convince myself I exaggerated what happened Friday, that I let my imagination run away with me, let the feelings get bigger in my head than they really were. But no—I hadn’t imagined a thing. He was right. We really are this good together.
It takes me a second to realize that he’s frozen on top of me, his fingers still deep inside. He lifts his head, like he’s listening. And then I hear it too. The soft sound of music, just outside his door, then a clang that sounds like someone emptying the wastepaper basket. The custodian.
“Shit,” I whisper, trying to move from under him. He keeps me pinned in place.
“It’s okay. I locked the door.”
“The custodian has keys! That’s how they get inside to clean!” Even though I’m whispering, I can’t help the slightly hysterical note in my voice.
“He’ll knock before he comes in here. I’ll tell him to go away.”
“You can’t talk to him when we’re like this! Your fingers areinside me.”
