Page 9 of The Boss

Maybe next time. If there is a next time.

“Relax,” she says again. So, I relax. How can I tense up with that soothing voice bidding me to lie back and take her body into mine? I was right. This isn’t a big deal. It’s “just” sex. People do this every day like it’s no big deal. I’ll treat it the same way. Nope. Not a big deal.

No… problem… oh myGod…

There is more than one finger at play here!

“That’s it.” Her smug persona permeates her silky voice. “Take them all.”

I thought that vibrator I bought was a lot? I don’t care if you tell me Julianna Marcon has an average-sized hand for a woman. I am not prepared for how much she splits me open in this position, or how deep, deep her fingers slowly slide, bringing her closer to me until I cry out from the overwhelming sensations. Yet at the same time, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something so damn satisfying.

Nothing, nobody has ever touched me like this before. One moment I’m hyperfocused on my body doing something it was born to do, and the next? All I can think about is grabbing her camisole and begging her to fuck me, to show me what a woman can do with her body.

Show me what I’ve been missing out on until now!

“Tell me you like that, Alessa.” She’s not out of breath. She’s high.On me. On my body squeezing her fingers because I’m so tight – I should know because every slight movement of her hand stretches me wide open. Even though I know my body’s meant to do that, it still blows my mind. Holy shit, right? This is how hungry I am for her. This is how much I need her. My body will do anything,anythingto make her fuck me!

“Yes,” I whisper. I want to be louder, but my voice won’t work with me. It, like the rest of me, is overwhelmed.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.”

Julianna slowly pulls her fingers out of me again. She hasn’t been in me for twenty seconds, and I’m already feeling like a part of me is missing. We had it. We had some primal connection that I may never experience again.

“Please. Give it to me again.”

My beseeching pleases her in ways I cannot anticipate.

Julianna pushes me dow on her desk, my back hitting the wood with such force that a resounding thump blasts through the room. My heels are on the edge of the desk, knees pointedin the air as my toes curl and my inner walls contract with more arousal. Fuck me, I’m so wet. I think my body might want her more than my mind does!

She clasps my wrists together above my head. My fingers can grab the other side of her desk, but they’re too busy fidgeting together in excitement.

Her breath caresses my mouth. “I’ve already been inside you. You’re no virgin anymore, Alessa, but I can make sure the job is done if you’d like.”

I whimper in relentless need for her. “Yes, madam.” Cool and collected Alessa wants to joke that she knows Julianna is a Capricorn, and Capricorns always finish the job. That same Alessa wants to quip that her hefty hand has already opened me up, so what the hell is going to go in there if not her? Yet I’m not that Alessa anymore. I’m inexperienced Alessa, and she needs to be guided, to be shown the ins and outs of sex. “Finish it, madam.”

That word slips off my tongue so easily. We’re not simply boss and employee anymore. She gets off on me calling her madam. I admit, I get off on calling her that too. It gives me security in this situation. I don’t have to be amazing, but I must be willing and ready to learn. Ms. Marcon will show me what I need to know.

The tip of her finger draws lazy circles around my entrance. It gets us both wetter, I know that much—but it also teases me to the point I’m writhing against her desk. The desk she’s pinned me to with her strong hand.

The other hooks beneath my thigh and forces my legs wide open. I can’t close them, even if I want to. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I didn’t know she could get deeper!

Nope. I am definitely no virgin. Not only in pedantry, either. She could send me packing right now and I would confidently proclaim my lack of virginal qualities from here on out.

“You want me to fuck you?” She slowly grinds within me, her fingers manipulating my whole body. I want to touch her. I want to grab my breasts and soothe my nipples that beg for relief. Except I can’t. Julianna’s pinning me down. She’s not releasing me until she finishes the job. “You want me to make you all mine? Make you scream and feel the kind of pleasure that only I can give you?”

“Yes.” My back arches again. Maybe if I shove my chest in her face, she’ll get how badly I want her. “Don’t hold back.”

I don’t know what I’m asking for. How can I? Even if I had been with other women like this before, I still wouldn’t be prepared for the way Julianna Marcon makes love.

Hard. So. Damn. Hard.

My cries are a mixture of pleasure and surprise. Every thrust crashes through my whole body, her hand splitting me, sinking into me, taming me like I’m some wild, hormone-riddled mess she discovered. I can barely stand it. Not because it hurts—and it does, but in such a delectable way that I’m begging for more—but because it’s become like air to me.

There’s this woman. This volatile, feminine woman that can have anyone and anything she wants. Tonight, she wants me. My whole body screaming for hers. My core squeezing her until I come. My moans expressing how impressed I am, how much more I want. My breasts swaying up and down my chest in time to her thrusts. My wetness drenching her skin and spilling. I groan when she slams her fingers back into me.

I think… I’m gonna come.

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