Page 32 of Compelled Obedience

“Good girl.”

Swooning from his response, I dug my nails into his chest, drinking in his testosterone as if it breathed life into me.

He growled and backed away, pushing my skirt up to my thighs. Seconds later, he rolled my thong past my hips as I hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. As he pulled my panties to his face, his eyes closed, another guttural sound rushing up from his chest as he breathed in my scent. It was sexy and exciting, dirty and exhilarating. Then he shoved them into his pocket as if planning on keeping them as a souvenir.

I didn’t care, the sinful thought adding to the sinful moment.

As soon as he lifted me onto the edge of the counter, I spread my legs wide open. He narrowed his eyes, lowering his gaze to my slickened pussy. “So wet. So pretty and pink. I can’t wait to sink my tongue inside your tight channel.”

He rolled his hands under my shirt, ripping at my bra until he was able to release my breasts. I planted my hands on the counter, tilting my chin until I was staring at the ceiling. A nervous laugh pushed up from my throat, my mind still spinning. What if someone walked into the room? What if they witnessed our carnal act? I didn’t care.

Growling, he cupped my breasts, squeezing as he lowered his head. My throat was tight, strangled sounds erupting into the air. He flicked his thumbs back and forth across my already sensitive nipples until they were taut and aching. Then he pinched both between his fingers.

The jolt of pain started in my toes, jetting up the insides of my legs straight to my throbbing pussy.

“Oh. Yes.” Another nervous laugh was followed by a single moan, which I quickly sucked in along with a labored breath.

Every sound he made was animalistic, pushing me further and further into a surreal moment. I was a good girl. Never had I done anything like this. Who was I kidding? The three men I’d been intimate with had bored me to death.

But this man was electrifying in every action he took, every husky command.

“Spread your legs wider for me, little kitten. I need to see all of you.”

Kitten. The jolting reminder that he was my boss threatened to derail the moment, but I refused to allow it. He didn’t need to know. At least not now. It would be my dirty little secret.

I obeyed him without hesitation as I bit my lower lip to keep from making any additional sound. Grant pulled one of my tender buds into his mouth, his suckling noise exaggerated. I placed one hand on his head, smiling as bright color shifted in front of my field of vision.

He bit down, forcing another whimper from my lips. I was locked in a moment of frenzied need, unable to stop trembling. Everything about him was practiced, totally controlled. He rolled his lips across my chest, engulfing my other nipple. I tangled my fingers in his silky hair, marveling in the feel, longing to see every inch of him.

And I longed to wrap my lips around his cock.

The thought pushed me as close to delirium as possible, the wicked side of me something I hadn’t known existed. Seconds later, he pushed me further back on the counter, sliding his arms under my legs then lifting my torso. “Watch me enjoy the tastiest pussy I’ve ever experienced.”

Why did his words turn me on so much?

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he swirled his tongue around my clit several times before spearing the folds of my tight channel. Gasping, I dug my fingernails into his scalp, but he didn’t seem to care, concentrating on feasting on his prize. I blinked several times but there was no chance of focusing. His growls were more primal, his hold more possessive. I was going nowhere until he allowed it.

I’d never been so open, spread so wide my legs ached. I tossed my head from side to side as he shifted his attention to my clit, sucking, licking, and nipping my already heated core.

“Oh, my God. Oh…” My voice was starting to carry, the agonizingly sweet sound of rapture threatening to give us away. This time, I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood. As his needs became ravenous, he let go, acting as if this was his last meal.

The sensations were too powerful, or I was too sensitive. Either way, I was ready to lose it. When he started to suck on my clit with even more vigor, thrusting one, two, then three fingers inside, I was pushed to the limit. When he stretched them wide open until it was just to the point of pain, I lost it, a climax roaring into me.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I thrashed in his hold, smashing my head against the mirror, bucking my hips as he sucked and licked feverishly. The man refused to let me go, sucking like a crazed animal, every sound a throaty growl that kept me on the very edge of a precipice. I was riding such a high that I feared crashing down.

“Come again,” he commanded as he lifted his head briefly, my sex coating his mouth and jaw, juice glistening in the harsh lighting.

“I’m too… sensitive. I can’t. There’s no way.” I was barely able to speak, so breathless I was more lightheaded than before.

His grin was another reminder of how dominating he was. “You will.” This time he sucked on my clit so hard that the explosion of electricity caught me by surprise.

And there was no holding back the intense scream lifting into the air, undoubtedly shooting outside the crack under the door. A warm flush of embarrassment jetted through me at the same rate as the powerful orgasm. I lolled my head, licking beads of perspiration from my upper lip, shuddering to the point my teeth were chattering.

Suddenly, it felt as if my lungs were devoid of oxygen, the inability to focus a reminder of how much control he had over my body. He licked and sucked the inside of one thigh then the other before rising to his full height.

When he leaned over, I threw one arm around his shoulder, curling my fingers so I could toy with his long strands of hair. He kissed my lips gently, brushing them from side to side before darting his tongue just inside.

“Now, I fuck you, my precious kitten.”

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