Page 72 of At His Beck & Call

Carrying me the final few feet, he lowers me down so that my butt comes to rest against the edge of the desk.

Reaching around me, Oliver pulls a long length of satin fabric from the desk and dangles it in front of me. His eyes are sparking with a raw need that sends my pulse skyrocketing.

“You mentioned before you might be interested in letting me tie up just your hands. Do you want to try it?”

I nod before I’ve even processed what he’s said. I want to tryeverythingwith him.

He licks a path up my neck, scraping his teeth over my skin, and proceeds to tie my wrists together.

After he ties the knot, he turns me around, pushing me down until I’m bent over the desk. Leaning over me, he secures the fabric against a small hook in the surface of his desk beneath a long handle I had always assumed was a design feature.

It’s the same bronze as all the toys we’ve used, but thicker and sturdier. My hands rest against the edge of the desk as he presses down on my shoulders.

“Spread your legs.”

He doesn’t check on me as often as he used to. We discussed it a couple of days ago, and both agreed he’s gotten very good at reading me. He reiterated the need to use safe words if I’m ever uncomfortable, but I’ve never had to. Somehow, I know I’m safe with him.

I widen my stance, groaning in pleasure as he thrusts his cock back inside me in one hard push.

“Oh, Jesus.”

My head falls forward as he begins to pound his hips into me. I have nothing to hold on to, and I’m finding it hard to balance until my fingers grip the rectangular handle on the desk just above where my wrists are securely tied.

As soon as I do it, I know that’s what he had intended as he growls at the back of his throat, grabs my hips hard enough to bruise, and plows into me without restraint.

It’s the hardest fuck we’ve ever had, and I’m coming apart almost instantly, my mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure uncoils inside me, endlessly, until I’m crying out with every thrust.

He bends over me, his weight almost impossible to take as his hands find my breasts, squeezing hard as I come, my wallsclenching his dick, causing him to come as well. I feel his cock twitching and pulsing as we both struggle to catch our breath.

I’m standing suspended in a cloud of pleasure for the longest time until his hands slide over my wrists and untie me. He pulls me up to standing, and I suck in a breath as his fingers move between my legs, thrusting back inside me as he hums in approval.

“You came so hard,” he says, pushing in deeper until I’m arched back from him, my legs widening, wanting his cock again.

When did I become such a slut for this man?

His eyes meet mine as he lowers his head, biting my lip, sucking on my tongue as he thrusts inside my mouth at the same rhythm as his fingers. I’m hot and sore, but I don’t care.

“How do you feel about dirty talk?” he asks, scissoring his fingers inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“What do you mean?” I ask breathlessly. Oliver often talks dirty during sex. Helovestalking about what he’s going to do to me in graphic detail. It totally turns me on, even though it embarrasses me.

“I don’t mean telling you what I’m going to do to you,” he says, his thumb rubbing against my clit as I try to keep myself together. It’s too much after the sex and still not enough. “I mean, me saying things that might seem… not nice, if you thought I actually meant them. Which I never would.”

My brow furrows as I pant against him, his other hand supporting my upper back, as he keeps thrusting his fingers inside me. I’m so fucking close…

“L… like what?” I ask.

“I want to fuck you so hard,” he murmurs against my ear. “And fill you up with my cum, until you’re dripping with it, watching it slide out of you as you pleasure yourself on thethickest toy in my collection. Watch you get off on it, like the little slut you are.”

I come again, gripping him tightly as his tongue shoves back in my mouth. He bites at my lips, my tongue, scraping his teeth over me, his fingers merciless as he widens them, twists them, and then pulls them free, shoving them into my mouth.

I groan around them, shocked by the sensation of it, but the look in his eye is intoxicating. He looks thrilled, beyond pleased, and I suck on them just to make his gaze more intense.

“Fuck… that’s it,” he whispers, “get them clean for me.”

I lick between them, the sharp tang against my tongue intense as he finally releases me, lowering me down to one of the chairs in front of the desk as I pant, catching my breath, coming down from the high.

He kneels in front of me, licking his lips, his gaze fixed on mine.