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Slap! The sting of his palm meeting her ass was as surprising as it was painful. “You fucking tease.”
“Ah!” she cried out and tried to get off him. But he kept her planted to his cock by pressing on her thighs.
Slap.He did it again. Chess had never thought of herself as a masochist so she was utterly surprised when this time the slap wasn’t quite as painful as it was arousing. The vibrations went straight to her pussy making her even wetter.
By the fourth slap, she was moaning in time to the rhythm of his hand meeting her jiggling flesh. With each slap, she ground harder into his cock, teasing him even more. Pretty soon the teasing became too much for both of them.
She began to target a different part of him with her grinding. Every time she moved backward, she made sure the head of his cock bumped against her opening rather than her clit. Her intention was to slowly work him into her so he could finally fuck her.
One particular grind sent him perfectly to her spot and soon the tip of his cock was inside her. Just having that tip in her was incredibly delicious. She could already imagine what it would feel like to have all of him inside her, fucking her. Just one good shove backward and he’d be in her completely. She started to arch backward, but he grabbed her ass to keep her from moving any further.
Tazeem’s voice was rough with need as he said, “If you put it in, it won’t be my fault and you can’t use it against me.”
That was like a splash of cold water summoning her common sense. It reminded her why she was doing this. It was to get him to surrender. And if she forced him inside her, he could claim that it didn’t count as surrender. Fucking her had to be his idea. He had to be the one to put himself inside her.
“But I want you so much.” She dragged his hand from her ass to the front of her body. Slowly, she guided his fingers between her lips and into the moist valley between. Pressing on the knuckle of one of his fingers, she pushed it into her. “Look how wet you’ve made me.”
“Fuck!” He cussed under his breath even as his finger inside her began to move in and out, slowly but surely. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Tight just for you.” Chess grabbed his cock and began to stroke it to the rhythm of his finger inside her. “Don’t you want to put it in me, Daddy?”
Back when they were dating, he’d loved when she called him ‘Daddy’. The way his gaze flared with fresh desire made it clear that he still loved it.
“I want to put it in,” he admitted raspily while his finger continued to recede and push into her rhythmically.
He arched backward in his seat so he could see her better. His gaze hovered over her swollen lips, her jutting breasts, down to the spot where his finger was still working her, before coming back to meet her eyes. Though there was harsh desire in his gaze, there was also contemplation. It was as if he was trying to read her.
Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then another.
“But I won’t,” he announced when he opened his eyes again. Though the untamed need still lingered in his gaze, there was clarity in there that made it clear that he’d once again forced his way back to reality. He took his finger out of her pussy then firmly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off his lap.
“Tazeem,” she protested when he set her on the seat next to her.
“No.” He shook his head as if to clear out his desire. “No, I’m not doing it.” To create space between them, he shot up from the couch and speedily strode back to his desk. He grabbed her clothes then came back to her.
“I’ll admit, you’re sexy as hell, and almost got me there. But I know what I’ll lose if I surrender to your games.” With a smile, he held out her clothes to her. “I want a future with you more than I want to be in you right now. So, sorry, Chess. Daddy’s gonna take a pass tonight.”
Her heart told her to try and seduce him again. But her brain told her to stop wasting her time. Feeling more disappointed than she could describe, she snatched her clothes from his grip.
He’d won. She’d lost.
TAZEEM HAD SMILED SO MUCH over the last few days that he was certain his mouth would split his face in half, but he still couldn’t stop. He’d passed her test. She’d tested him more vigorously than any man should have to be tested, and he’d still passed.
Of course, he’d been incredibly tempted to give in. But seeing her seated naked on his lap, looking both desirous and vulnerable, had brought home the fact that he didn’t just want her for one night. He wanted her forever. He didn’t just want her body. He wanted her heart, her soul, and her mind.
He wanted everything.
That realization had pulled him from the brink of making the second biggest mistake of his life. He’d already fucked up by letting her go once. He wouldn’t make the same mistake.
That night she’d left his office looking very clearly disappointed. And as much as he would’ve loved to cling to her after his victory, he kept his distance. Showing his face immediately after her loss would be akin to rubbing her face in it. So, he decided to give her some space to lick her wounds. When she was ready to talk, he’d affirm once more that he wanted to be a couple again.
It didn’t take her long to want to see him.
Two days later, he received a call from someone at Synovent. Apparently, Chess wanted to know if he was free at three-thirty in the afternoon, and could he come and see her? The person who called said something about Chess wanting to discuss an issue with the event’s marketing materials, but Tazeem wasn’t even listening. All he heard was that Chess wanted to see him. And of course, he wanted to see her too.
He was ridiculously excited as he took the elevator up to Synovent. He was smiling so hard that the two other occupants (a short, balding, white man, and a tall Asian woman) kept giving him strange looks as if they were worried he’d burst into song and dance or something weirder.
When the doors opened on Synovent’s floor, he stepped out cheerfully and headed straight to the reception.
