Page 37 of Lustful Secrets
"On the table." He gestures to the conference table.
Quickly she stands and walks to the table on shaky legs. She wonders if he will fuck her this way. To her surprise he pulls her ass to the edge of the table and pulls up a seat. Without a word he buries his head between her legs and sucks her clit into his mouth.
"Ah-" Mallory bucks off the table. The sensations are both rough and sensitive at the same time.
"Wider, little peach. I want to see your juices cover his face," Sebastian instructs.
Her eyes on Sebastian, she opens her legs wider for him. "Good girl," he murmurs his approval.
Feeling a vibration against her pussy lips almost sends her over the edge.
"Please, Daddy, may I come?"
"Not yet," he warns, slipping against her clit as his tongue fucks her.
"Please, oh, god." She is panting and squirming under him.
Grant abruptly pulls away. "I am going to fuck you now, sweet pet. I want you to remain still."
Mallory watches him stand at the edge of the table, his dick hard once again. Without warning he slams into her pussy. It takes everything in her to remain still as he continues to pump in and out of her.
"When you come you are not to utter a sound...is that understood?"
"Yes, Daddy."
But how is she going to be quiet? The pleasure and the sensations are too much for her to handle. When Grant places the vibrator on her clit again, she can feel the orgasm coming faster.
"Please, Daddy!"
"Yes. Come for me, pet."
Slapping her hands over her mouth, her body begins to shake and convulse in orgasm as her climax takes over. She tightens around Grant. “That’s it baby girl, milk my cock with your pleasure.”
"Fuck, fuck...yes." He groans before stilling inside her with his own orgasm.
Moments tick by, and Grant is still buried inside of Mallory. Sebastian is still at his desk. Mallory is trying to control her breathing.
"You are so beautiful, pet. You did very well," Grant assures her, finally moving away from her. "Don't move."
He disappears and Mallory can't help but wonder what he is doing now. When he returns he has a warm washcloth and cleans her. She can feel her cheeks flush as she looks away from him. Why does she get so embarrassed by these intimate moments after what they do together? She will never understand it.
Grant helps her stand and dress into her clothing. "It has been my pleasure." He kisses the back of her hand.
"Why does this feel like a goodbye?" Mallory glances from him to Sebastian then back again.
"I will see you again. Sebastian and I travel in the same circles, but I live here in Paris. You guys will be returning home tomorrow."
Mallory feels a mix of emotions as Grant leaves. She can't help but feel a sense of longing and sadness at the thought of not seeing him again. She makes her way back to Sebastian's office, her mind racing with thoughts about their encounter.
Sebastian is deep in thought when Mallory returns, seemingly unaware of the impact Grant's presence had on her. "Are you alright?" he asks, finally noticing her pensive expression.
"Yes, sir. Just...processing," Mallory replies smoothly, trying to hide her jumbled emotions.
Sebastian's gaze lingers on her for a moment before he finally speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "You did well, Mallory. You showed great restraint and obedience."
Her cheeks flush at the praise, a small smile tugging at her lips. She knows that Sebastian is proud of her, but she can't help feeling inadequate in comparison to the connection she’d experienced with Grant.
"Thank you, sir," she murmurs, looking down at her hands.
