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“Yeah, I think it’s better now,” he scoffs. My strategy for the remainder of the day is clear – avoid, deflect, and resist. I'm determined not to let his charm break through my defenses. At least, that's what I tell myself. He smirks, leaning against the wall near the bed. I get up immediately before he inches any closer to me. But he corners me against the wall and places his arms on my sides before I have a chance to slip away.
"You know," he starts, "avoiding me won't make the day go by any faster."
I shoot him a pointed look. "I have work to do. Real work."
“Oh right. And you work for me, actually.” Shit. The realization hits me, added to the fact that he still has my phone. I assume, my laptop too.
“Consider this a break from work,” he whispers. I can feel his warm breath on my nose and lips. His damn perfume again. That same sharp and captivating fragrance that pulled me to him that night at his club. I meet his gaze for a fleeting second but immediately look down at the floor. It’s too much to handle.
“Let me go,” I whisper, trying to push him away. He doesn’t move but I feel his hard chest under my palms. His abs. His muscles. Don’t give in, the voice in my mind yells. I stand motionless, waiting for him to step away. But I know he won’t. I can feel his hunger in the way he is breathing. And the way he is eyeing me.
“Please,” I implore. But it comes out as a soft moan, and his eyes become murkier and starving. Fuck. Don’t do this, Ella.
I raise my lips and squeeze my eyes shut, and in the nanosecond that our lips touch, the nature of the kiss changes, wildfire spreading through my veins from the intimate point of contact, driving me to him. Suddenly, my fingers are curling in his hair as he grabs me and pushes me against the wall, his hands framing my face, holding me to his lips as our tongues thrash against each other.
And I don't know if it's the confines of his house making everything much more real, but I feel his anger, his hunger, his passion. Holy shit. I want him. I want him now. He drags his face away from mine, breathing ravenously, his hips still pinning me to the wall, his erection digging into me. He clasps my butt with force and I moan.
He takes a finger down my breast and circles it around my navel. I squirm, knowing that I’m getting wet. He gradually moves it towards my groin and suddenly taps my clit. Then, pinches it. It oozes more and his fingers get wet. He jolts two of them inside my pussy and I gasp. He takes them out immediately. Then pushes them back in with more force. I pant as he starts to finger me. I move with his rhythm as he hits the spot, panting into his mouth as he kisses me.
“More?” I nod my head ferociously, and he suddenly jolts his fingers out.
I moan and wail. “More!” He taps my clit then puts his pinky finger inside this time. I moan asking for more but he only gives me the tip of his finger.
“Please.” My voice comes out like a whine. He puts two fingers inside again and rubs the insides of my walls with a delicious rhythm. I feel my pussy quivering, ready to come on his fingers. Ah! I start panting but he jolts his arm out again.
“No!” I moan and grasp his hand.
"Whoa, easy, naughty girl," he murmurs, pushing me back, and placing his hand on my throat.
"Fuck," I whisper back, dragging a welcome breath into my lungs. He gazes at me, eyes blazing. He traces my lower lip with his thumb, pressing a bit too hard.
He steps back and takes my hand, his eyes darker now, hooded. "Come with me," he orders, moving towards the bed now. It's beyond erotic. I want him. Any way I can get him. He takes the t-shirt off slowly, his fingers warm on my cold skin. The touch reverberates throughout my body.
I stare at the door, grateful that it is locked. Bending down he whispers softly in my ear, "Be a good girl now. And do as I say." I groan as my body clenches in response.
Removing his jacket, he places it over the t-shirt. He pauses, and stares at me for a moment, drinking me in. I'm in a red bra from the guest room closet, but I’m not wearing any panties. Since he never got me any. I enjoy his sensuous gaze.
"You know, Ella," he says softly as he trails toward me, undoing his bow tie so it hangs from either side of his neck, then undoing the top three buttons of his shirt. "I was mad at you when I found out it was you who wanted to expose me. And I’ve been wanting to teach you a lesson ever since.” I gulp.
“Now is the time for your overdue lesson.” His eyes get darker. His mouth presses into a line, and he slowly licks his upper lip. I want that tongue on me.
"Please," I beg, even if I don’t know what I’m asking for. To stop, or to have him, but it sounds like another moan either way.
“Do you remember how to safe-word?”
"Yes." I'm panting. I want his hands on me.
He swallows, then takes my hand. Throwing the duvet aside, he sits down, grabs a pillow, and place it beside him. He gazes up at me standing beside it and suddenly tugs hard on my hand so that I fall across his lap.
"Put your hands behind your back," he commands. Oh fuck. He removes his bow tie and uses it to bind my wrists so that my hands are tied behind me, resting at the top of my butt.
“Color?” He asks my safe-word again.
“Green.” I reassure him. I want this so much it hurts.
“Good girl. Are you ready, beautiful?” I close my eyes. I want it. I want his punishment.
"Yes," I whisper. His left hand curls around my waist, suddenly his palm leaves my hips and lands hard, just above the junction of my thighs. The pain connects directly with a slight ache in my belly. Oh, man… I yelp from the pain and the surprise.
