Page 7 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Seven

Connor hung back up the wooden back scrubber and then lightly ran a hand down her trembling back. A crooked grin lifted his lips as he felt her slightly labored breathing. Did she even know what she was doing to him? Was his girl doing this on purpose?

He continued to rub her skin. "Morgan?"

"Yes, Sir?"

He inhaled sharply. He loved the way she said that word. Sir. Connor removed his hands from her. "I think you know what I like by now."

He watched her fingers flexing against the tile of the shower wall. Was she thinking or making him wait? His grin grew wider. How could I not want her here?

"Please, Mr. Slade. I want your hands on me."

"Do you mean that, Morgan?"

"Yes." Her voice was strong but small.

Connor moved a hand under her, grabbing a breast. He lifted her chest up so she was standing up straight, her back against him. He roughly massaged both of her tits until she gave him a slightly pained whimper. His cock was hard and pressing into her flesh. He fucking wanted her badly.

He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Where, Morgan?"

She took a shaky breath, and he squeezed her breasts harder.

A soft whine left her lips before she answered. "My cunt."

His jaw muscles tensed. "Your cunt?"

"Yes."

Connor closed his eyes for a second, inhaling sharply. There was something about a pretty young thing asking for his touches. He just couldn't get over it.

"Ok, pet. Grab my cock."

He didn't wait for her. Connor ran his hand down her stomach and straight to her pussy. She gasped as his fingers rubbed over her clit and lips. Soon, her timid hand reached around her back and gripped his rock hard dick. He growled against her head as she squeezed him harder.

Connor was gifted a sweet moan as he slipped a finger inside her. He wiggled it slowly, feeling just how wet she was already. She wanted this badly, it seemed. Connor kissed her neck softly, and she responded by pulling harder on his cock.

"Fuck. I can't wait any longer to be inside you."

Connor pulled his finger out of her and roughly spun her around. Morgan almost fell against the wall, but he swiftly caught her. His hands wrapped around her back. She stared into his eyes, and he was frozen for a moment. She looked at him like he was her knight in shining armor. That fact had guilt rising into his throat.

Fuck, sweet. Do you really know what you've signed up for?

He pushed all thoughts out of his head then, except the thought of slipping his dick inside his secretary. Connor gracefully lifted her off her feet. As he turned so his back was right under the warm spray of water, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around him.

"Morgan, I want you." The next sentence wouldn't come out. I need you.

She gave him a small smile. Connor couldn't hold back another second. He pressed her back against the cool tile, and she inhaled deeply. He then grabbed his cock and forced it into her pussy with one hand as he held her tightly with the other.

She took another quick breath. "I want you, too."

He didn't need her to say that. He was already fucking her roughly. Morgan's back slid up and down on the wall as his thrusts became faster and harder. Her arms squeezed him closer as he groaned against her shoulder. For several wonderful minutes, the only sounds he heard were moaning and grunting mixed with the spray of the shower.

Connor placed one hand onto the wall, just past her head as he neared his climax. He was going to go first, he couldn't stop himself now. He thrust deep into her, and she cried out. That was what he needed. He held her close to his body as he started to come inside her.

"Fuck." He spoke against her neck as he pumped into her a few times with uneven movements.

When he had finished releasing himself, he held her tightly against the shower wall, panting against her shoulder. She tensed for a moment, and he wondered what she was thinking. Did she feel slutty after their encounters? How much should he be bothered by that?

This was new territory for him. This "relationship" was already one of his longest. A moment of panic came over him before he made his brain focus on the next task at hand. His plaything needed to come.

Still holding her up, he reached one hand down between their bodies. He leaned back a bit. Connor found her clit and pressed hard against it. She moaned softly against him. He wanted to hear more of those noises. He started to rub her engorged button harder as her sounds increased.

"Come for me, Morgan. I want you to come now."

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