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I’d been craving Mattie for days.
I’d been burning from the inside out for her every moment we were together. Every day that I had watched her dance through her tiny apartment with her tits bouncing and hips swaying had led to a night that I didn’t sleep. Every time she brushed past me, my body twanged like a sharp guitar chord about to snap off its neck. I’d been tortured, teased, and tempted well past what a man could reasonably be expected to endure. And here she was, in my arms and pressed right up against me.
I wanted to bend her over her father’s desk and fuck her twenty different ways until she was thoroughly ruined, and the sterile room defiled in unspeakable ways. I wanted to fill her bratty mouth with my dick and watch what her long tongue did from the tip to shaft. Then I wanted to splay her out on the desk, spread her wide, and tease orgasm after orgasm out of her tight body until she begged for mercy.
My dick went rock hard in a second. Mattie stiffened, her ass wiggling against my crotch where the length of my erection fitted between the smooth globes of her ass so perfectly. She rotated a look at me over her shoulder. I clenched my jaw, looking up like I was praying for help, but really, who would answer that call? Please Buddha, stop me from wanting to fuck this bratty goddess. Or Zeus? Cthulhu? Anyone?
Beyond the closet, Marta started on the windows. Spritz, spritz, squeak. Spritz, spritz, squeak. She sprayed each panel as high as she could reach and then wiped it down with a microfiber cloth excruciatingly thoroughly.
I sighed, bending my head to the crook of Mattie’s shoulder. She shivered under me, and I ghosted my lips up the exposed skin of her off-the-shoulder sweater. She rolled her hips against me, pressing into my aching dick. I bit down a groan. Christ, she’s perfect, I thought in despair. She smelled like vanilla lotion and bubblegum. I wanted to chomp her like a savage, swallow her down, and never let her go.
Like my mouth had a mind of its own, I let my lips caress her neck all the way to her ear, where I grazed my teeth against the delicate shell. She wiggled beneath my hold, releasing a harsh breath through her nose that warmed the backs of my fingers. When I lightly licked her earlobe, she whimpered. “Shh,” I chided, following the curve of her ear with the tip of my nose.
With no light, no space, and an element of voyeurism teasing my reason, I let the shadows swallow my logic. My blood had been replaced with lava, and it burned away all the rationale-firing synapses. I let my right hand around her waist loosen, drifting to the hem of her sweater where I slipped under it and found soft, warm skin. Her stomach contracted as I moved slowly up her flat abdomen. I tickled my fingers across her ribs, just enough to make her pull in a pained breath, and then I coasted up to where her lacy, padless bra cupped her breasts.
She flinched, and it occurred to me that with my hand over her mouth, her consent here was pretty dubious. I loosened my hold on her mouth, and with barely a breath of a whisper, I said, “Your safe word if you want it. Now.”
She shook her head, pressing her ass against my twitching dick.
Good enough for me.
I replaced my left hand over her mouth, and then my right fingers tickled up her bra until I found her nipples. They had already pebbled under the thin lace, and I plucked at them, starting with the left and then moving to the right. She started, and it caused her to rub against me in a blissfully agonizing way. I circled her nipple, tracing the hardening bud, and she writhed against me. I pinched her right nipple lightly, and her squirming grew more pronounced. “Be a good girl,” I whispered, feather light near her ear. “Not a sound.”
She nodded, but her left hand had grasped the fabric of my chinos on my upper thigh, and she braced the other against the side of the locker-like closet. Marta moved out of our view, her head bopping to her music as she went to work on the second panel. It had taken her just under five minutes to finish one panel. There were eight.
I had all the time in the world to make Mattie wish she’d never disobeyed me.
It had never occurred to me that Kael’s “bite” to his bark might take the form of slow, delectable sexual torture. But it did, and fuck, he went for blood.
Kael worked my nipples for a bit, circling each nub before pinching lightly until I squirmed in protest, and then moving to the other one. The sensation prickled, tapping down my body to my clit where I throbbed with need. When I let loose an accidental whimper, he flicked my increasingly sore nipple, and it caused me to flinch.
I suddenly understood the safe word offer he’d given me just now. Not that I’d use it, but damn. This was torture. He continued his assault on my breasts, finally freeing them from the constricting lace fabric and cupping my breast in his hand. He squeezed, pressing his hips into my ass and causing the ache between my legs to clench into a painful need. He freed the other breast, rolling his thumb over the tip of my nipple and then palming my breast again. Heaven… no, Hell? God, I didn’t know. It was madness.
Moisture coated my panties, soaking the thin cotton and seeping through to my thick tights. I squeezed my thighs together. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was going to light on fire. The closet had become our shadow realm where desire and pain had mingled together into a secret spell, and just outside of it, the housekeeper worked steadily to clean the windows. I wanted her to hurry, and at the same time, to never stop.
As Kael played with my breasts idly, taking his time and finding new ways to circle and palm, roll and pinch, he grazed his lips along the edge of my jaw. His teeth nipped my earlobe, and then he moved to the curve of my neck. He pinched my left nipple hard, and then his mouth clamped over my neck. It wasn’t just a love bite or a hickey. His teeth sank into me, and then he sucked. The pain and heady arousal played in perfect harmony with each other until I thought I might trip an octave and sing. But he kept his hand firmly over my mouth, reminding me to be a good girl. To not make a sound.
I retaliated by pushing back against his cock, but it didn’t seem to affect his ability to slowly work me into a frenzy. He released my neck and kissed down the curve to my shoulder. His hand sank too, finally blazing a path to my skirt. My breathing picked up and my pulse went wild. When he unsnapped the button of my skirt, chills erupted along my arms and down my legs.
Rather than pushing my skirt and tights down, Kael worked the skirt up so it bunched around my middle. Then he teased along the edge of my tights, slipping a finger beneath the elastic band and slowly drifting south. I let loose a little growl of frustration into his palm. He bit my shoulder. “None of that,” he whispered.
I knew Marta had her earbuds in, and she was listening to music, but it would be just my luck to get caught with my bodyguard’s hand down my panties. I bit my tongue and tried to breathe through the aching need. He chuckled softly against my skin and eased my tights down my hips. Then I was standing there in my black lace thong with my tights down to my knees and my skirt hiked up. Kael traced the lace pattern on the triangle of fabric, sliding down and following the line of my slit.
“Kael,” I begged against his hand, but it came out muffled and garbled, and he only pressed his hand to my mouth tighter, pinning me hard against his unyielding body. He followed the line of my thong, hooking his finger on the thin strip of fabric and pulling it away from my skin. Then he let it loose, not enough to make a sound, but just enough to cause me to jump as the elastic snapped against my clit.
“If you’re wondering if I’m punishing you,” he whispered brazenly in my ear. Kael did not give a fuck about Marta catching us. But he knew I did. “The answer is yes.” I coughed out a soundless puff of pain and desire. Kael licked the sore spot he’d bitten on my neck. “And you’re feeling it, aren’t you, Bunny?”
I nodded fast.
“Good.” He swirled a finger over my panties where my clit begged to be touched. “Remember this next time you disobey me.”
I swallowed hard, spreading wider to give him better access. He dipped a finger under my soaked panties, and the touch of his skin on my feverish skin nearly undid me. Kael slid his finger along my outer labia, slicking his finger in my moisture and following a wide circle around my pulsing pussy. When he came up to where the bundle of nerves at the apex of my arousal screamed for attention, he pressed and rolled right past it. I twitched, breathing hard and leaning against him. But then he moved on, sliding around the folds and denying me what I really wanted.
I wanted so desperately to be filled, to be pumped and worked until my legs ached and my pussy felt raw. But Kael only wanted to play with me. To explore each petal of my sex, to dip into my drenched pussy with one finger and then withdraw, smearing the moisture around in lazy circles. I didn’t know how long it had been, but soon, each time he grazed against my clit, it ramped up my arousal to a level I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt before. My legs trembled, and I begged him silently to just destroy me.
Kael bent his head over my shoulder, hunching in the enclosed space and watching his fingers as he silently ripped my flimsy underwear along each seam until my pink pussy was exposed. His fingers parted me, and then as he pinched my clit between his first two fingers, stroking in a slow tempo. I released a shaky breath of surprise when the jolt of arousal that shot through me nearly took me off my feet. Kael watched his fingers work me, and it was enough to drive me mad with desire.
I shut my eyes as an orgasm built, climbing to a height that I knew would shatter me to pieces when I fell from it. Kael dipped two of his fingers inside my pussy, and I clenched around him in delirious gratification. As he moved his fingers in and out, sliding them knuckle deep and then retreating to his fingertips, he pressed with the heel of his hand on my clit. The rhythm was perfect. Insanity. It drove me to the point of hysteria as I held my breath and my thighs trembled.
