Page 9 of Love on the Rocks

Then he clears his throat and his hands go to the buckle of his belt. “Right, well like I said, I’ve been aching all night due to your antics. Are you ready to fix it, or do you want to leave?”

I lick my lips. The bastard knows how much I enjoy giving him head. I’m almost able to come from the act. Almost being the keyword. Of course, once I’m done he’ll be sated, and I’m going to be the one in agony. If this is his plan I’m just going to start acting up again when we get home.

Still, I really do want to fix it. “I’ll do it.”

I lower myself to my knees while he undoes his belt and lowers his zipper. I reach in and pull out a very angry-looking erection, and feel a little guilty for the amount of teasing I’ve done all night.

His hand fists in my hair. “Last chance to back out,” he warns.

I shake my head. He nods. “Then open your mouth. You’re about to serve your boss.”

We’ve got years of familiarity behind us. For some people that might make sex routine and boring. Maybe we’ve let things get a bit of both recently, but we also know how to use that knowledge to push each other to the edge. He knows how much I can take, what I like, and what my limits are.

Using that knowledge he knows I like it when he gets a bit rough and dominant. He also knows that I like a bit of degradation as long as it is in play, and just how far to take it. I pity the people who think that sex is more interesting when you have multiple partners. It’s far better to have a partner who is both attentive and inventive.

I clear my mind of everything else and let the fantasy carry me away. He pulls my head closer with his hand in my hair. The tip bumps against my lips, and I flick out my tongue and lick the swollen head as he pushes into my mouth.

He groans as I hollow out my cheeks and suck him in earnest. I know from years of practice what he likes. With a firm grip on the base, I pump him in and out of my mouth in time with my sucking. Donovan groans, and his fingers tighten in my hair. He takes over and I brace my hands on his thighs as he fucks my mouth.

“Do you feel how hard you got me? I’ve ached all night because of you. I’m not sure your mouth is going to be enough to make up for the weight I’ve carried in my balls all night. I could have come several times tonight. At least once when you held that one-woman wet t-shirt contest,” he groans and thrusts harder, hitting the back of my throat.

“Then, when you decided to perform a sexy dance number that got every guy in the building worked up. But it was every time you bent over a table teasing me with whether or not that short skirt would keep you covered that really kept me on edge. All I’ve wanted to do is bend you over my desk, flip up your skirt, and fuck you.”

His thrusts become a little erratic, and I can tell that even though he’s about to come, he very much likes the idea of fucking me while bent over his desk. Maybe my night won’t end in frustration after all.

He tips his head back and groans. I can feel his cock swell in my mouth. He pushes back toward my throat one final time and holds still. I can taste his release on my tongue as he pulls free. A string of saliva trails between his softening cock and my mouth.

Gently he wipes my bottom lip with his thumb and helps me to my feet. Holding my hands, he walks me around to stand near his desk.

“Well, that was a great apology, but I’m afraid you still need to be punished for your behavior tonight. Don’t you agree?”

7

Donovan

I hopeBess knows what she’s unleashed in me, because I don’t think I can ever put this beast back inside. I’ve always tried to keep this part of myself contained, too afraid if I gave into these darker impulses I’d scare my wife away. From the moment I met her this thing inside of me, has wanted to claim her and mark her as mine. I've always pushed that aside as something that was sick and wrong. Something that normal people didn't do.

I fought what we had between us from the very beginning, because I was her boss, and starting anything with her was wrong. But I could no more fight what I felt for Bess than I could change the color of the sky. Every day that I was around her, she slipped under my skin and became a part of me. Not always willingly either. Man does that woman know how to get under my skin.

I think she enjoys pushing my limits. No, I know she does. The more I pushed back, the harder she came at me. It became a game to her getting me to cave in to her advances. Looking back I know that I never stood a chance, and thank fuck for that. If I’d been successful, I would've missed the best part of my life. Iwouldn't have Jack. I would still be in Harriston, in that tiny dive bar. And I sure as hell wouldn't be here right now about to make the love of my life bent over the desk so I can spank her ass for tormenting me all night.

Yeah, there's no way this genie is getting shoved back in the bottle. I thought I’d feel ashamed if she ever found out that I dream of dominating her, even forcing her to submit to me, at least in a scene. I would never actually do anything she didn’t consent to, but for her to hand me that kind of power is a rush.

“Look at you. Are you shivering because you’re cold, or in anticipation?” I ask her. There’s no fear in her wide eyes, but I still need to make sure.

“A little of both,” she answers softly. I’m not accustomed to her speaking in such a submissive tone.

I put my hand on the base of her neck. Her skin is cool to the touch, but soon she’ll be slick with sweat. Applying pressure I guide her down to lay her chest across the top of my desk. When my hand reaches the middle of her back I unclasp her bra and slip it from underneath her. “You won’t be needing that anymore tonight.”

My hand continues down the smooth column of her back until I get to the top of the offending skirt. “Is this how you interpreted the employee dress code?”

“It says black pants, shorts, or skirt,” she argues.

I slide my hand up her thigh under her skirt and rub between her legs. “Do you see how short it was from the bottom of the skirt to your cunt?”

Bess breathes heavily, but doesn’t answer. I kick her feet apart wider and slap her mound making her squeak. “I asked you a question. Are you still defying me?”

“No, boss. You’re right, my skirt is too short. I only wore it to drive you crazy,” she replies.

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