Page 16 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Fourteen

Morgan strained her eyes, looking up the stairwell. She kept repeating a silent plea that no one would come down the stairs toward them. As she heard heavy footsteps a few floors up, Mr. Slade ran his lips down her neck. Her attention on the stranger above was starting to waver.

"Connor," she whispered.

"No." His lips moved up, and he lightly bit her earlobe.

More footsteps thumped above them. They were followed by a loud bang as a heavy door closed. Morgan had little time to enjoy the silence. Mr. Slade lifted a hand to her head and slowly ran it through her hair. She moaned lightly before he repeated the action. This time, however, he grabbed it tightly afterwards.

Mr. Slade pulled on her hair, causing her head to lean back. She whimpered as his kiss moved across her cheek and finally reached her lips. When it did, he paused and spoke against her skin.

"Don't use my name, Ms. White. Not here."

Morgan tried to turn her head to speak, but he held her head firmly in place. Mr. Slade continued his kiss, and it started to get rougher. She gave him everything she could. His free hand slid down her body. He gradually ran it up her inner thigh.

When he pulled back from the kiss, she got a bit more courageous. Morgan was unsure where it came from, though. Maybe it was a direct result of this powerful man wanting her so badly.

"Sir, someday soon I want to be screaming that name at your house."

His expression didn't change, but his jaw tightened slightly. Morgan hoped that he took her statement as a desire to be with him more often, not as a clingy complaint.

"You shouldn't care what you're screaming out, just as long as it's for me and me alone."

Just then his hand made it to her waiting pussy. A tremor moved down her legs as his expert fingers parted her lips. She inhaled sharply, and another sound soon mixed with hers. Another door opened just above them.

Mr. Slade made a low but not quiet growling sound and Morgan wondered if it was a warning to the other person in the stairwell. It seemed to have worked because she only heard two footsteps before the person reversed and the door closed.

"Sir … please." She wasn't sure what she was asking from him, but she knew she didn't want to prolong this exposed position.

Mr. Slade slipped a finger inside her and moved it back and forth. Morgan's eyes fell shut as he pulled a little tighter on her hair. He pressed his body further into hers, kissing her lips again. Her ankle wobbled a little causing her to lean farther over the railing. Morgan's eyes flew open as she gasped.

"You're right, sweet. We need to finish this. Now, who does this pussy belong to?" He released her hair and pulled her forward with one hand on her back and the other still fingering her pussy.

Morgan breathed heavily against his neck. "Sir?"

"Answer me, Morgan. Whose pussy is this?" His hand left her back and quickly found her breast.

Mr. Slade reached into her blouse, causing the top button to pop open. He roughly massaged it as his hot breath ran over her face. The impish side of her wanted to respond with "Connor", but she didn't want to risk his annoyance leaving her wanting and wet on the stairs.

"Yours, Mr. Slade."

He groaned as his finger slid in and out of her cunt. "Say it again."

"Yours, Mr. Slade."

He groaned even louder while his hand harshly squeezed her breast. She took a shaky breath, and just then, something else had her next breath even more unsteady. There was a light knocking sound coming from the door they had exited. She tried to concentrate on it but couldn't with Mr. Slade's finger fucking increasing in speed.

"Sir, I think someone's at the door." She tried to push him back.

Mr. Slade was obviously annoyed with the interruption and her worries. He swiftly stepped back from her, pulling his finger free from her pussy. She instantly regretted saying anything. He gave her a stern warning look before turning away from her.

Shit! I've pissed him off. Is he leaving? Morgan stepped forward, forgetting about her skirt being pushed up. "Sir, sorry."

She reached out to grab his arm but stopped as he bent down. In the corner of the landing was a paint can. She hadn't noticed it before. He picked it up by the handle and set it at the base of the door. How many times has he brought women out here? Or maybe that can is just here by mistake?

He turned around, and his body language was irritation with a rushed desire. "There. We will have ample warning so we can cover ourselves."

Mr. Slade looked even more irritated than when they were in his office. Morgan was starting to fear that she had royally messed up. Did he want someone more adventurous? Was he going to start losing interest in her? I bet Shay would die to be here naked in the stairwell for him. A sick feeling filled her stomach at her inner devil's advocate.

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