Page 37 of Tell Me Something

“You didn’t think about me fucking you when you showed me your garters earlier?”

My dress pooled at my feet. “I was trying to be playful. You smacked my ass, and I thought I’d tease a little back.”

He stepped in front of me again, looking down the length of me and giving me a hand so that I could step completely out of my dress.

I stood there wearing only my bra, panties, garters, and stockings. Thank God I’d chosen my one set of sexy lingerie this evening.

“So, you didn’t want to be fucked and didn’t want to talk about why I wasn’t fucking you.”

His temper appeared to be rising. “Please stop talking like that.”

He laughed bitterly. “Are you going to tell me that the word fucking is turning you off?” He moved behind me again. I felt his fingers reach between my legs where they found me drenched through my panties. “I think not.”

“I don’t want to talk about it. I want to go to my room.”

The last part was unconvincing, but his hand pulled back. “If you wish to leave, then go,” he snapped harshly.

Turning, I searched his eyes. “Josh, I’m not trying to hold anything hostage.”

He gave me a cruel smile and scoffed. “Aren’t you? Aren’t all women?”

“Please don’t make it like this between us.” I put my hand on his chest.

“Did you see me take that pill earlier?” His eyes looked haunted.

“Yes, why?” I had no idea where this was heading. Was he sick? Did he have a drug problem?

I didn’t see it coming until it was out of his mouth. “Yes, well, in order to get it up and keep it up after the vasectomy, I’ve had to resort to taking those little blue, damned pills. And the cruelest part is that I still don’t come. So there you have it. My big dark secret that I wasn’t ready to share with you. But you backed me into a corner. Now, what was said in the bathroom?”

“But I don’t understand.” My head was spinning.

Then, just like that, I was being carried over to the large picture window overlooking the city. He placed my hands on the glass and spread my legs apart as if ready to do a pat down on me. But instead, he stepped behind me and lowered his zipper. “I want to know what you heard earlier.” His fingers reached around me into my thong and found me pathetically ready for him.

“I don’t…” I felt my panties rip.

“You don’t—what? Want to be fucked?”

God help me, I could feel my whole body trembling with desire. He was hard against my backside with his other hand teasing my nipples. I was lost and would do or say anything at this point.

“Tell me, Haylee. Tell me you want to be fucked.”

I felt him tease the back of me and stroke my swollen folds. “Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I admitted finally.

He came around to my front. I saw not only passion but also anger in his eyes. “Then tell me what you heard.” His fingers were now teasing my throbbing clit. When I’d start to feel it build, he’d stop.

Somewhere in the sexual fog, I was remotely aware that he was using sex as a weapon, but I was too inexperienced to know what to do about it and too turned on to want to stop. “I heard, um, Ana. She was talking to the HR girl about you and your ex-wife. They were discussing a rumor about you pushing her and a miscarriage as a result.”

He moved behind me, but not before I saw the flash of hurt register on his face. I cursed the fact that he’d bullied me into telling him.

“This won’t be gentle, so tell me now if you want to leave. Otherwise, I’m going to have you hard right now.”

I swallowed, bracing myself as I wanted it too much at this point. “I’m staying.”

He shoved inside of me. He was so large that I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. Gasping, I felt him thrust into me fully, vaguely sensing his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place as he pumped hard and fast.

The first wave of pleasure ripped through me quickly as my body had been primed for it. I rode thrust after thrust. He gripped my ass and pushed deeper inside me before reaching around and working my clit with his deft fingers until I came again.

Mercifully, he braced me while he pulled out, as I wasn’t sure I could stand a minute longer.