Page 59 of T is for…

Nathan rubbed his cheek against hers, chest against her breasts though most of his weight was on his elbows, and lips pressed to her ear.

“You want to hear all the depraved things I want to do to you? You want to know all the ways I’m going to use you as a cock warmer?”

Tara moaned, tipping her pelvis. He slid in deeper and felt the plump flesh of her mound—and hopefully her clit—rubbing against the skin just above his cock.

“Cock warmer?” she breathed.

“Don’t you think my cock deserves to be nice and warm? And what a better place to keep it warm than in one of your holes.” She moaned at the crude language. “I could make you sleep with your head on my thigh, my cock in your mouth.”

Tara moaned, her pussy clenching around him.

“And when I’m working late, I’d put you on your knees under my desk. Pull your shirt up, and your bra down. Put clamps on your nipples and hook the chain to the arm of my chair so you couldn’t get away. You’d hold my cock in your pretty mouth as I worked. Not sucking, not licking, just keeping me warm.”

“You don’t work at your desk,” she breathed, a slight catch in her voice as he worked his hips, trying to rub her clit at the apex of each small thrust.

He kissed her earlobe. “That’s right, a lot of the time I don’t. So what would I do with you while I worked on the whiteboard? Leave you under my desk, legs spread, nipples clamped. But your mouth… Maybe I’d put a ring-gag in, keep you open and ready for me to slip my cock into any time I wanted. Or maybe I’d use a cock gag, so you’d remember what that pretty mouth was for.”

He realized too late that they’d blurred the lines—this fantasy’s setting his real life, his real office. He should pull back. Describe some BDSM scene that could only take place here in the club.

But the thing that cracked inside him not long ago took control.

He lowered his voice, half hoping she wouldn’t hear what he said next.

“But shit, you’re so beautiful and smart it would be a waste. I’d have you standing beside me, putting that incredible brain to work. Under your clothes though, you’d have a plug in that pretty ass, and clamps on your pussy lips.”

Nathan thrust harder, his cock hardening though he knew he couldn’t come again. But she could.

She would.

Tara reached up, tangling her fingers in his hair.

She pulled his face down to hers. The urge to take back full control—to pin her wrists and bend her will to his—rolled down his neck, tensing the muscles of his shoulders, but dissipating under the soft pleasure of the kiss.

Tara’s exhale washed over his lips, the sharing of breath unexpectedly intimate.

“Nathan.”

He met her gaze, held it as he pumped his hips, cock moving in small thrusts, most of his length remaining buried in her.

Her eyes were half closed, her pretty brown eyes veiled by long dark lashes. There were flecks of gold in the brown and a darker ring around the outside of the iris.

“Tara.” He dropped his head to hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Her arms wrapped around him, one crossing the small of his back, her fingernails digging into his ass muscle as she arched against him.

“Close,” she panted.

Nathan grabbed her hip, holding her steady as he ground against her, mashing his pelvis against her pussy and rotating his hips.

Tara’s nails scratched paths in his flesh as her orgasm forced her into a deeper bow, the crown of her head pressed to the bed, her throat an elegant line under his lips and teeth.

He felt her pussy clamping his cock, felt the fine muscle tremors in her legs and belly.

“Tara, my Tara. So pretty when you come for me. Keep coming, baby. I want to feel you shaking.”

The words tumbled out raw and true if foolish.

When she collapsed flat to the mattress under him, throat working as she swallowed, eyes closed, Nathan leaned down and kissed her.

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