Page 143 of Rush of Jealousy

“Ow!”

The slapping sound of his hand landing hard across my ass cheek jerks my head up from the desk.

“Stay still,” he warns. “Do not move.”

I rest my head back against the desk but am now a bundle of tense muscles. Graham rubs his hands over my bare skin, soothing me—relaxing me. Then, he lands three more slaps to my ass, and I can feel my skin heat. The pain subsides quickly, and I am left with a delicious burning. I can feel the moisture from my apex dripping down my thighs.

“I knew you would be turned on by this,” he says with awe. “Draped over my desk, with your ass high in the air. You are such a fucking delight for my eyes.” He runs a finger along my cleft, making me rise up on my tiptoes. “I love how responsive you are to me. How in tune your body is to everything I can give it. You are thirsty for it. Starving. Your body needs to relinquish control in order to feel free. We belong together, sweetheart. As if you were made specifically for me.”

I feel coldness between my legs and jerk over the sensation, only to get reminded to stay still.Easier said than done, mister! The sound of the vibrations registers to my ears before my body can comprehend what is happening between my legs.

“Graham!” I yell, jolting upward, as his hand simultaneously presses me back down. The vibrator buzzes along my entire slit. I fidget wildly on top of his desk. “I can’t do this!” It feels too intense. Too good.

“Yes, you can. And you will. Surrender to the pleasure.” He shifts the device to press into me harder, and I nearly bolt into the air. “I’ve been meaning to try out my gift you got me, since I received it. Today seemed like the perfect day to give it a spin.”

Oh no. The shiny, neon pink, vibrating dildo cock.

It is like I am getting pleasured and punished at the same time, by the same method. I pull oxygen into my lungs through my closed teeth. I exhale through my nose. My pulse quickens and my inner muscles clench as I climb and climb and…

“Dammit!” I bellow, as Graham pulls the vibrator away suddenly.

“How does it feel?” he asks me.

I push back my hips to him, trying to maintain some form of contact. I need friction. Pressure. Him.

I feel the velvety head of his cock rub against my swollen and slick entrance. I sigh over the relief of not having to wait long. I stand on my tiptoes and try to relax my body so it can accommodate him. All of him. His hands spread me apart and he slides in slowly.

I hear Graham groan behind me, muttering under his breath about how tight I am. How I am gripping him like a vise. His words add to my already aroused state.

Once I have adjusted and reacquainted myself to his size and this angle, he starts to pull back and push into me. My stomach and breasts squish against the desk, and his hands grip my hips for leverage. I submit to him and love what doing so brings. Not being able to see him heightens my other senses. I can smell the wood polish from the desk, feel the cold surface, and hear the staggering sounds of his labored breathing. His fingers push firmly into my waistline. He is close. I can feel his cock growing harder and his thrusts becoming more determined. The friction of my clit rubbing against the desk, coupled with the angle he is able to achieve inside of me, brings me to a roaring orgasm.

I shout his name so hard and so loud that my throat is raw. My back arches up off the desk, and he gathers my long hair around his hand and uses it as leverage. He tugs and brings his other hand underneath my stomach to pull me closer to him as he thrusts one last time and empties himself into me.

I flop forward and feel like my body is made of just Jell-O. I hear the sound of a zipper and the brush of fabric against my backside. Strong arms scoop me up and carry me over to the sofa. Graham plops down on his back, and I go down on top of him. He cradles me to his chest, and I close my eyes in exhaustion. I am spent.

“What do you do to me, woman?”

I moan and cuddle in closer to his warmth. I rest my head against his neck and kiss him softly at his pulse point. I stay still and recover from my high. Graham is like a drug to my system, and I am undoubtedly addicted to his power over me.

It isn’t until I can feel him leaking out of me that I make a move to stand up.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

I look down at my legs and get nervous that I am going to have a stain on my dress if I don’t do something fast. “You…I’m…leaking.” My words come out as a stutter but I can’t help it; I am panicking.

Graham kisses me on the forehead and then rolls so I am lying on the cushions. He stands up, tucks his dress shirt into his pants, and finishes straightening himself up. He is back to looking like his dapper self—with minimal effort. I, on the other hand, probably look like I barely survived a tornado.

“Stay put. I’ll get a cloth to clean you.”

I hear the water running in the private bathroom. Graham returns with a warm washcloth and a clean pair of panties. I eye them like they are the most fascinating thing in the whole world.

“I have a few extra changes of clothes for the both of us here. Just in case—”

“We get covered in…” I point down to my crotch but don’t fill in the blank.

“And as much as I would love to have you walking around with my cum dripping down your leg to let everyone know you are mine, I also want you to be comfortable here. So today, I’ll let you hold on to a sliver of modesty.”

I am wiped clean, and the action is so loving that I melt a little bit more into the couch cushions.

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