Page 29 of Four Firemen For Christmas

I thought I’d done something wrong and took a second to look at him as I crawled out from under the desk. He moved closer and yanked my shirt up over my head. Within seconds, he was tossing my shirt and bra onto his desk.

He stood, his eyes darkening as he watched me, and he stroked his erection before reaching for his belt. He pulled it loose with a series of pops and crooked a finger at me. “Hold out your wrists.”

Oh shit. We were really getting into it now. I held out both arms, and he looped the belt lightly around my wrists. “What’s this for?” I asked, then remembered I wasn’t supposed to talk.

He tsked and wagged his finger at me. “You broke the rules. Do you know what happens when you do that?”

I shook my head, and his grin turned positively feral.

“You get punished.” He pulled me to my feet, using the belt for leverage. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me gasp, and a throb of heat settled in my pussy. Dipping his head, he pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked until I moaned and arched toward him.

The minute I moved, he backed away with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’m going to enjoy this. Next time, you’ll be allowed to use that perfect mouth for talking. And screaming. But you have to be quiet today.”

I brought my hands down to my lips and mimed zipping them closed.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “That’s my good girl. Now, let’s get you set up for the next part.” He glanced around at his desk, then at the wall behind him. “Here.” He grabbed the belt and secured it to a hook used for hanging their heavy coats.

The height stretched my body so that I was almost on my tiptoes.

Henry took a step back and tapped his finger against his lips. “Perfect.” His cock jutted out, and he was still fully clothed, but I’d never been more turned on. He reached out and ran his hands up my legs, gathering the skirt in both hands as he went. “I love these skirts.” He worked the material up to my hips, then ran a hand over my ass. He patted it lightly, testing me. When I moaned and rubbed my ass over his cock, he chuckled. “Damn me to hell for this. This one’s going to hurt. Don’t scream.”

His palm met my ass in a resounding smack that pulsed all the way to my core. I bit my lip to keep from screaming at the unique blend of pain and pleasure. My juices flowed down my legs and I clamped my thighs together. Henry bowed his body around mine. “I love having you in here all to myself. No one knows the filthy things I’m doing to you. But I can’t do everything I want, so I have to be satisfied with this.” He worked his knee between mine. “Spread your legs.”

The order came sharp and fast. I squeezed my legs together one last time, then widened my stance.

“More.” He tapped my feet, sliding them apart until the strain caused my arms to burn and my thighs to quiver. “Perfect.” He thrust his cock between my legs, gliding it over my slit without penetrating. His cock gathered my juices, telling him how wet I was for him. I wanted him to fuck me, right here, right now.

The feel of his dick so close to my entrance made me whimper with wild desire. I tried to change the angle and tease him inside, but Henry twisted away. He smacked my ass again, then smoothed his hand over the stinging skin. “Your ass looks so good with my handprint on it. It turns a delicious shade of pink.” He palmed my hip, then slid his hand around to my pussy. “And this.” He cupped me hard and drove his cock in the space between his fingers. “This sweet pussy is hot for me. I’m going to fuck you, Emma. Do you want that?”

I spasmed around him, and another gush of juices ran out over Henry’s hand. I couldn’t take much more without coming all over him. It was all too different and delicious. It drove me wild. The thrill of the forbidden coursed through me. All I could think about was Henry’s cock and the pleasure he made me feel. I nodded savagely and almost melted into the floor when he pushed a thick finger into me.

“Soon.” He worked his finger in and out of me in long strokes. “See, there’s this thing that I love. It’s called edging.” He added another finger. “That’s when I take you right to the edge of an orgasm, then stop.”

His fingers stilled one thrust away from sending me over the edge. He gripped my hip to keep me from moving. The thickness of his fingers was a delicious agony. I wanted to come. I needed to explode with that rush of glorious freedom. Henry wouldn’t let me. Once the edge of my orgasm wore off, he pumped into me again, taking his time dragging his fingers along my walls. “When you do come, it will be so intense you’ll think you’ve died.” He pressed his thumb to my clit and stopped moving his fingers again. “This can go on for hours during a really good session. That’s what I’m capable of. I can give you pain and pleasure that will change everything you thought you knew about sex.”

My body was on fire and growing hotter with every word. Henry was promising me things I’d dreamed of but didn’t know how to achieve.

“But there’s a darkness in me, Emma. It goes far deeper than what I’m doing today. You need to know that before you agree to anything else from me.”

I heard his words, but I couldn’t process them right now. All I could do was feel him pushing me closer and closer to an edge that I didn’t understand but knew that I wanted. I’d meant it when I said I trusted him. Maybe I was foolish, but he inspired trust.

I dangled over the precipice of another orgasm and Henry stopped yet again. His fingers were nothing short of miraculous. They plucked and played my pussy and clit like an instrument he understood on every level.

He was a master at this game, and all I could do was enjoy the ride. His fingers left me completely. I angled my head to look over my shoulder and watched him raise his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean. His pants hung low on his hips, and seeing him like that—fully dressed but with his cock stretched taut while I was half-naked—twisted the forbidden fantasy to another level.

He reached over me and unhooked my hands from the wall. “You’re doing so good, Emma. I think you deserve a reward. And I can’t wait much longer to put my cock in that tight pussy. You’re going squeeze me, and my length is going to go so deep inside you, you’re going to writhe with pleasure.”

Yes, please. God yes. I let my eyes and body do the talking, and Henry smiled at me while he pushed my back over his desk and lifted my legs around his waist. He bent at the waist and stroked his cock between my folds. The head hit my clit and I gasped.

Henry dipped his head and took a nipple between his teeth. He fondled the other breast, kneading it, then teasing the nipple to a diamond-hard peak.

I started to loop my arms over his neck, but he lifted his head out of reach. He used both hands to push my legs apart and then widened his stance. His cock was right there, mere inches separating us.

Henry looked straight at me and thrust forward. He seated himself to the hilt, filling me to capacity and almost sending me over the edge. My mouth opened in a silent scream, and I twisted my head, biting my lip. More. Fuck, I needed more.

Henry adjusted his stance and dragged his cock out so slowly that my body shook. He reentered me just as slowly, making the pleasure build with each delicious inch he fed into me. “Fuck you feel good.” His mouth twisted and his grip on my legs tightened. “I’m going to let you come now, Emma. Remember, not a sound.”

I threw my arms over my head and watched him fuck me. His entire face changed as he thrust into me. He was concentrated on my pussy, watching his cock slide in and out of my tight folds. I clenched my inner walls and he let out a ragged breath through pursed lips. This man who sought control was coming undone. Because of me. I took this big, powerful man, and reduced him to a quivering bundle of nerves that needed to come as badly as I did.

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