Page 78 of Savage Bosses

“You can add one more to your count for not saying my name.” I licked my fingers clean and started her punishment anew.

“One, Anik!”

“Two, Anik!”

I fucking loved the sound of my hand smacking her flesh. And her breathless panting. My dick was rock hard and angry, demanding entrance into her slick pussy. I ground my teeth. In due time.

“Three, Anik!” Even as her legs trembled, she clenched her thighs.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I growled. I recognized the signs.

Her breathing was labored but she managed to keep the next two counts. “That’s my Fatenah. Now spread your legs.”

When she did my bidding, I rolled her lacey panties over her well-spanked ass to settle around her thighs. I thought I could make her pay and walk away with some semblance of self-control but I was wrong. There was no walking away from her flavor on my tongue or her floral scent in my nose. There was no leaving my office without devouring. But with Zoerina it might just be me who fell.

I spread her ass cheeks and buried my face between her beautiful orbs. My tongue rimmed her rosette. Slowly. Savoring every tremble and every whimpered plea escaping her lips before diving lower to cover her opening. “Mmm,” I moaned as her juices flooded my mouth.

I lengthened my tongue, parting her swollen labia. Zoerina shamelessly gyrated her hips, each backward rock brought my tongue against her clit and she stiffened.

She was on the verge of climax. I knew it and she knew it.

Greedy for another taste, I took pitty, penetrating her pussy and tongue fucked her is short slow strokes.

“Yes! Oh my gosh, Anik.” She pushed hard against my mouth. “I’m going to come. Please let me come.”

Instantly I withdrew my tongue, licking my lips clean.

“No! Please. I’m so close.”

I hardened my heart against her pretty cries. Not wanting to give in. Knowing that the last time she came was on my dick challenged my resolve. Yet I delivered my last spank to her soaked pussy and waited for what seemed like an eternity for the words. But they came.

“Six, Anik,” she said begrudgingly.

I pulled her panties back up although I wanted nothing more than to strip her of the useless garment. “This was punishment, Zoerina, not pleasure.” I kiss each flaming ass cheek before righting her skirt. “Only good girls get to come.”

“I can take care of myself at home,” she said heatedly as she stood.

I spun her around, not letting the blatant lie go unacknowledged. “You will not come without my permission.” I read the unspoken challenge in her gaze and stood. “Oh, I’ll know, fatenah.” I feathered stands of her silk-pressed hair against her cheek. “Come before I say you can and your next punishment will be two-fold.”

CHAPTER 13

Zoerina

I

landed on two decisions when I returned to the office the following week.

First, I was determined to be the personal assistant Anik deserved. I resigned myself to being the first person in the office and the last to leave. Royally screwing up his meeting with the senator was the last straw.

I not only learned to manage his schedule but learned everything I could about the players who occupied space on his calendar. Had I known how he felt about Evan Sanchez, or been brave enough to ask my boss, I would have known not to book that meeting.

Instead, I’d allowed guilt and fear to cloud my judgment. No matter my attraction to Anik or his current mood toward me, working for Pentiko was growing on me.

I loved Sloane for his generosity but admittedly, unless I wanted to crawl back to Dax or be homeless, I needed this job.

Secondly, I realized I needed Anik to either truly forgive me or let me go. I cared about him with an unmatched fierceness. He could have called the police or pressed charges yet he hadn’t. He could have fired me or dished out his punishment without regard for my enjoyment, yet he reminded me that our sexual play belonged to us and only us. I saw the type of man he was in his generosity to his employees and the charity he and his partners funded. But emotionally I couldn’t sustain our current path.

We were explosive together. Awareness and sexual tension always seemed to thicken the air when we were in the same room. Just the sound of his voice started a flutter in my stomach. There were times when I sensed his presence before seeing him, feeling a connection to him that I had experienced with no one else.

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