Page 47 of Longing for Liberty
I did as he said and watched as he simultaneously unbuttoned his, and then he unbuttoned his pants. Unzipped. I let my uniform top fall open to each side. Was this really about to happen? The Secretary reached into his bulging boxers and pulled out his massively hard cock, which filled his fist.
“Push up your bra.”
I did as he asked, cupping both of my breasts and running my thumbs over my pebbled nipples for him. He made a low sound of approval. And then he held underneath one of my knees, letting the other fall to the side as he fisted himself and rubbed his tip over my sensitive bud. My back arched. This was happening. I lowered my arms to grip the edge of the table.
“What are you going to call me?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Amos,” I murmured.
“Yes.” Again, he rubbed his tip up and down, swirling around my entrance, and then back up to press against my bundle of nerves, making me squirm my hips.
“Liberty…” He aligned his body to mine.
My voice came out like a high-pitched breath. “Amos.”
“Watch me when I fuck you.”
He saidfuck…
I made some accidental sound as I lifted my head and stared down while he slowly, so fucking slowly, pushed himself into me, each centimeter making me gasp. I felt him watching my face as I watched his dick sliding until he was flush against me. He took my other knee and lifted me closer to him so he could press harder and deeper. My mouth popped open, and I fought for each breath as I let my head fall back. He pulled out slowly and went again. I waited for Amos Fitzhugh to fuck me harder. Faster. But he didn’t. It’s like he was teaching a master class in the art of patience. Control.
My body wiggled, circling, my hands gripping the glass harder. With how slow he was going, I felt every inch of him filling me. I’d never had anyone take me in slow motion before, and with the extra tightness from the plug in the back, my entire system was overly sensitive, coiling upward like a tightly bound spring. This was next-level torture.
So. Slow.
“Amos,” I whispered. “Mmm…”
That cocky half-grin appeared for just a second until he was buried deep again. This time, he pulled my thighs tightly to his sides, and while buried deep inside of me, his hips began to circle slowly. Oh, fuck. I moaned again, practically panting. Without pulling out even a millimeter, he circled harder, then gently bucked his hips upward.
“You feel even better than I imagined,” he said. The sound of his deep voice and the rhythmic upward rocking of his hips as he filled me so fully were like a match being lit. I wriggled against him, moaning and arching as the spring was released with a bang, bursting and pulsating.
“Amos.”
He let go of my legs and grabbed my hips, pulling me in rhythm as he began to properly fuck me harder. My throat let out a shouted moan as he groaned deep and grunted, pressing into me. I felt him pulsating as he filled me. As I reached for his waist, my fingertips brushed the hard plastic of the gun handle, and my breath hitched with fear, quickly moving upward to feel the heat of his skin. I held him there as we both came down, breathing hard, our bodies racked with tremors. His abdominal muscles flexed.
We stared at each other for a long moment as he began to soften inside of me, neither of us talking. I allowed myself to feel no emotion. Nothing. Just my satisfied body. Finally, he spoke.
He held up my panties. “Don’t put these back on until it’s time to leave. I want you to feel me on your thighs while you cook for me.”
I nodded, my throat not working enough to reply to his filthy request. Amos slid out of me and watched with satisfaction as some of his seed spilled out onto the table. He put one palm gently against my lower abdomen and grasped the jeweled head of the plug.
“Give a tiny push,” he commanded.
I did as he said, and he pulled the plug out, making me gasp again. He set the plug next to my underwear and took my hand, pulling me into a sitting position. Amos kissed me hard, and my arms went around his neck, holding myself up until he’d had enough of my lips and tongue. Then he helped me onto my wobbly legs, and he tucked himself back into his boxers while I pulled my skirt down. I cleaned off the table and the plug, then washed my hands and made his dinner.
As I boiled rice, I tried not to think about what had happened and instead focused on what I’d learned. It wasn’t much, but I now knew there were no cameras in the penthouse. That would come in handy if I needed to do any snooping while he was away, though the mere thought of it caused a sensation of panic to claw at my insides. I would have to get used to working through that terror-instinct if I wanted to make this job worthwhile.
I was thankful he allowed me to clean myself before I put my panties and stockings back on and headed home, knowing we’d started something today that would likely not end well.
At least for me.
TWENTY
STATE NEWS: CHINESE ECONOMY COLLAPSES!
At home,I went straight into Jeremy’s arms, desperate for his silent forgiveness, trying to put aside every thought and image of the day. I had slowly begun to compartmentalize, though I wasn’t great at it. It was now necessary. I had to numb myself to the emotions that went along with everything happening at the penthouse.
Jeremy abruptly pulled away and sniffed, wiping his nose as he looked to the side. I realized with a pang of dread that he might be able to smell the Secretary’s cologne on me, which made me step back.
