Page 37 of Serving the Maestro

“Yes,” she said in a raspy whisper.

I kissed her again, then nipped at the flesh between neck and shoulder, listening to the soft cry before she managed to smother it.

Stepping back, I caught the hem of her skirt, a rich, vivid pink that made her soft skin glow. It had a flirty style, swaying around her knees, making it easy to push up. The panties underneath were a lacy scrap of fabric, almost the same shade of pink. Tugging them to the side, I sank into the seat and stared at the base of the plug I’d bought.

“How does it feel?”

She squirmed. “Strange. It hurt a little at first, but not now.”

“Spread your legs.”

She hesitated, her head rising. She was checking the door.

“You’ll just have to bite your lip when you want to scream,” I told her. At least for now.

With a shuddering sigh, she spread her legs.

She tried to close them a split second later as I pushed two fingers into her cunt and twisted them.

A broken, muffled sound escaped her, and she rose onto her toes, her back arching in reaction.

I covered her mouth and pulled her against me. “No, Jazz. You can’t scream, unless you want them to know I’m finger-fucking you in here. Should we let them know?”

I didn’t personally care, but I didn’t like the idea that she might have to deal with repercussions from her employees.

Furiously, she shook her head, and I eased the pressure of my hand over her mouth. “I should have brought a gag. Would you like me to gag you the next time I fuck you?”

She didn’t move.

I kissed her cheek and screwed my fingers into her pussy. “Not certain?”

That earned me a hesitant nod. “Okay...we can play with that later. For now...” I kicked her legs farther apart and nudged her back over the desk. “You’re tighter now....feel how tight you squeeze my fingers now?”

She moaned in response and pushed back on me as I withdrew my fingers, clamping down when I thrust them back in.

Her entire body tensed, her muscles quivering.

“So close...you’re so close, Jazz.” Her pussy tightened, luscious and wet, and my dick pounded with the need to be inside her. But not yet. She shuddered as I slowly spread my fingers wide inside her cunt, then twisted them. “Don’t come yet. Not...yet.”

“Trent...”

Her ragged gasp was hoarse, raw with desperation.

“Not yet,” I said again. She pushed hard against me, her ass a plump, tempting curve.

Too tempting.

Pulling back, I jerked at my zipper, and the button on my trousers. She whimpered again, lifting one hand around to reach for me. I caught her by the wrist. “No. I haven’t given you permission to touch me.”

“Please, sir. Let me...oh...”

I barely managed to get my hand over her mouth in time to smother the sharp cry, my other hand gripping her hip as I slammed into her.

“Bad girl.” I bit her earlobe. “You’re supposed to be quiet.”

“I’m sorry, master. Please...” The words were quiet, her moans feverish.

I spanked her hard and felt her clench so tight around me that I thought I’d die from the pleasure of it. My cock swelled, jerked inside her, and she whimpered again.

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