Page 15 of The Sicuro

“Kelcie,” I say her name firmly and she turns to face me.

“What the actual fuck!” her words are shaken. “You cleared me to spend time with you, do you know how fucked up that is. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Would you have agreed?” She pauses and parts her lips, but no words are released.

“I can’t fuck my Boss!”

“Then I won’t be your Boss.” She doesn’t need to work, she is mine, and I will take care of her in every sense.

“What! Are you firing me? I need to work, and I actually like my job.”

She hasn’t asked about anything that was said in my meeting with Charles, I’m unsure if she took any of it in, however vague it may have been to her. I can see she is angry, her heavy breathing making her chest rise and fall. The way her dress sits flush across her perfect tits shows that her nipples have become hard. I pull her across the back seat and into me, she sharply turns her head to face me.

“Gabriel!” She is trying to keep her voice firm, but I can hear it breaking.

“Kelcie,” I reply calmly, placing my hand on her thigh, I lean into her neck. It’s been too long since I touched her. I grab her dress to pull it up, and she grabs my wrist.

“Let. It. Go.” My words were forceful, making her breathe heavier. She stares into my eyes. ‘Let it go,” I repeat. She obliges, and I whisper into her ear “good girl.” Her willingness to do as I want makes me instantly hard, my dick pressing tight against my trousers, needing to be released.

“Put your hands behind your back,” my voice still firm and rough. Her eyes are still on me, I can see the apprehension take over her pupils.

“Do it.” She slowly moves her arms behind her back, I grab her wrists with my right hand and pin them to the seat. She attempts to twist them out of my grip but fails. I continue to move my hand up her thigh, she crosses her ankles to close her thighs together. I take my foot, push it between her calves and pull her legs open. She doesn’t try to close them again. My hand slowly strokes the inside of her thigh, making my way up to her pussy, I brush over the lace that is concealing her, I can feel the wetness on them.

“Always ready for me. Such a good girl.” The words cause a gentle caress on her neck, and her head falls back increasing my access, I sweep my tongue across her jawline. I stroke my finger around the side of her knickers before moving them and sweeping over her budding clit, she arches back, as I slide my finger down into her. Her pussy is soaking and ready for me, I move my finger in and out and as I add a second, a moan escapes her. Her breathing intensifies, her nipples begging to be in my mouth, I kiss her neck and as I insert athird finger, bite her, hard enough to make a loud moan be released but not enough to mark her. I need to work her up to that. As I continue to finger fuck her, I feel her pussy start to tighten around them, her body becoming tense.

“Look at me,” I order. I want her to watch me and just as she is about to come around my fingers, I stop and remove them. Her body sags back down, her eyes full of frustration. Releasing her hands, she keeps her eyes still on me, I place the fingers that were inside her in my mouth tasting the sweetness of her, it’s better than the meal we ate. I can’t stop the gentle hum coming from my mouth as I slowly pull the fingers out, licking my lips making sure I get every bit of her.

We pull up outside The Sicuro, and her mood changed from anger to frustration, but I am not done with her yet. My dick is still solid, waiting to have its own taste of her. I couldn’t take her to the house as the refurbishment is still ongoing. I also don’t trust that people aren’t watching the apartment, and Sundays are quiet here. Getting out of the car I grab her hand forcing her to follow me. The realisation of where we are hits her, and she tries to stop and pull her hand free, unsuccessfully. I am practically dragging her with me as we enter my office. Anders is there, he stands acknowledges me and walks out.

I pick her up and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, I grab her pert arse and walk over to my desk as I sit her on it, I kiss her, my mouth taking control of hers, her tongue moving around mine in unison with me. Myhands move from her waist, up her back and into her hair. Threading both hands through it I grip it, pulling her head back causing her to arch her back and rest her hands behind her. She is pushing her perfect tits out, I grab the sleeves of her dress and pull it down to her waist letting her tits bounce free. I take her nipple in my mouth, rolling it between my teeth as I suck on it, whilst simultaneously pulling the bottom of her dress up. Her body complies with each movement. She continues to lean on her arms, her dress pinned completely at her waist, I move onto my knees and pull her lace underwear down off her legs, they are completely soaked from me finger fucking her in the car. Dropping them on the floor I push her legs further open by her knees, kissing her thighs until I reach her wet and ready cunt. I lick her from the base of her opening all the way up over her clit, opening her up with my tongue as I do. She can’t hold in the noise that comes from her.

“Fuck you taste so good.” I continue to eat her sweet pussy, as she pushes her fingers through my hair, pulling at it each time I suck on her clit. As I stand, I pull my hard dick from my trousers, freeing it, it stands ready eager to be inside her, the precum gathering on the head. Stepping in closer I place my throbbing head at her entrance, I can feel her juices around it, I push it in making her gasp for breath. She feels so fucking good, I want to savour every bit of this.

I only have the tip in before I pull out, then push in again, this time further. She is gettingimpatient and wants me to fuck her, I can tell by the way she grabs my arse and tries to pull me into her. I grab her hands, hold them in front of her and force her down onto her back before pinning them to the desk. I hold her here whilst I move slowly in and out of her going deeper each time. Feeling the clenching of her tight pussy and watching her tits bounce with each thrust, I am about to lose control. I start to move faster, her pussy now accepting every inch of my dick, she is moaning louder in pleasure making me throb harder. Grabbing her hips, I thrust harder and as I do, she leans up to watch me. I like her watching me but fuck I need every bit of me in her. I pull out of her, grab her neck, and move her so she is bending over my desk, gripping her arms I hold them behind her back. Grabbing the base of my dick I push her legs open with my feet, pausing for a second, letting her catch her breath as I look over her, fuck this woman is something else. I slam into her hard and bottom out deep inside her in a single movement. The scream of pleasure that is released from her makes me finally lose control. She feels so good around my cock, my balls start to tighten as she clenches down on me. As she explodes around me it sends me over the edge, a final hard thrust and my cum is filling her. I release her hands, she places them on the desk but doesn’t move yet, trying to catch her breath. I pull out of her still hard and covered in both of our cum, it makes me grin. I give her arse a gentle slap, then pull her into me. Her back at my chest, herdress still pinned at her waist. I guide her to the bathroom, giving her space to clean herself up.

Twelve

Kelcie

As I stand in the bathroom at the back of his office with my dress around my waist there are so many things going through my head right now. Holy fuck being the first. He’s my boss, he owns this place, clearly into some kind of dodgy shit, but he has just given me the best orgasm of my life, whilst taking full control of me.

I notice the shower and that there are towels and everything I need to clean myself up. I need to, both his and my cum is now dripping down my thighs, I have never come so much or so hard before. I pull my dress over my head and step into the shower. My mind is all over the place, what’s going to happen now? Do I still have my job? I have so many questions that I don’t even know how to ask him, about him, what he does and what I have got myself wrapped up in. I get myself cleaned up and put my dress back on, remembering that he removed my underwear in his office. I leave the bathroom and he is sat at his desk typing away on his computer with a whisky in front of him. I notice the glass of wine on the table in front of the couch. I stop beside his desk, and he tellsme to take a seat and relax while he finishes something. When he’s finished, he joins me.

“So, what now?” The only words I manage to get out of my mouth. What I really want to ask, is what the hell do you do, what is this and do I still have my job?

“Where would you like to go for dinner?” He smirks as he asks. I can feel the frustration rising in me, and not the good kind. He knows it too.

“Ask what you want.” His words are clear and precise.

“Do I still have my job?”

“If you want it, but you don’t need to work.”

“I do, how the hell would I pay my rent?” The smirk back on his face, his eyes staring deep into mine.

“I can take care of that.”

“Oh, so you mean, you’ll pay to fuck me. Nice. As I have told you I cannot be bought.” His expression changes, his eyes darken and his lips purse together. I can see the anger in him.

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