Page 18 of Property of my Boss

“Oh damn,” he groans. “This is a sight.”

I stop breathing. In fact, I don’t even know where the air has gone to, I only know it’s lost. I can’t find it. My lungs burn, my clit swells, and my stomach does flips.

“Don’t stop.” He pulls back the blankets and stares at my bare pussy. “You’re in my house and laying in my bed. This show is for me.”

This is what I wanted, but I’m frozen. I wanted him here, but I can’t move.

Oh my God, this can’t be real!

“Come on, princess. It’s just you and me. No one else has to know what a filthy, little slut you are. Make yourself come for me.” He rubs his cock through the denim in his jeans as he speaks.

It’s long and thick. Of course, he’s long and thick.

Clearly, there’s no mercy in the universe for me.

My brain screams for me to stop, screams for me to run, screams for me to do the right thing. However, my body does the opposite of all of that. My body lets go of all apprehension.

I spread my legs and present to him like a butterfly, as I scrub my pussy hard and fast, moaning and sighing as I arch my back away from the bed and thrust my hips upward.

“That’s right,” he growls low. “Come all over that little pussy. I need to taste you right now.”

Oh God.

I grind upward into my own touch as he stands at the end of the bed, still brushing the hard lump in his jeans. “I’m so close,” I moan.

“Scream for me. Nice and loud so the whole fucking campground knows you’re up here being naughty.”

A second later, I do. I scream so loudly that my body’s convulsing as I come right here on his bed and soak his sheets.

I should be ashamed of myself. I should be humiliated.

“Hand,” he groans, his face like stone as he reaches for my wrist then lands the two fingers that’ve been soaked in my pussy onto his tongue.

Eyes on me, he sucks hard and slow with a growl. “Jesus Christ, you taste good.”

I’m numb. Numb but more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Numb and completely on fire. Numb and lost to the world, no longer able to think straight.

“On your knees, princess. You need to be punished.” He growls low as he stares at me, and though I know I should walk away, every cell in my body comes to life when he orders me down, and all I want is the simple, barbaric pleasure of this man’s thick cock in my throat.

Chapter Nine

Tucker

Sometimes, life hands you a plate of fucking lemons and the only reasonable solution is to make lemonade. I stare down at Tilly, the sweetest glass of lemonade I’ve ever seen. She’s gorgeous. Gorgeous and filthy.

She loves the way I spanked her ass. Loves the way I command her. Loves the way my body feels behind hers. I can feel it in the way she breathes, in the way she sounds, in the way her scent fills the room like a salty fucking candle.

I’m sure some psychiatrist somewhere would have a field day with me and whatever mental health issue has me enjoying all this control, but there’s no cure like the one I’m about to indulge in.

“Do you know why you’re being punished, princess?”

She pauses and her mouth drops open slightly as though she isn’t sure if she wants to go along with this little game or not. I can’t say I blame her. I’d bet I look rather scary to a small woman on her knees, and given the fact that part of her thinks I’m an awful, terrible man, I’d gather this whole situation is rather conflicting.

Jesus Christ, I hope she doesn’t back out. My balls are about to explode.

A lump passes down her delicate throat. “Because I was masturbating in your bed?”

“That’s right.” I brush my thumb along her cheek as I talk. “You took advantage of the kindness I was offering. You came to my home, you took off your jeans, you slid into my bed, and you touched yourself on company hours. That’s very, very naughty. Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?”