His Secretary: Undone

"I can’t wait." His eyes rake over me, drinking me in. "You’ll get the rest of your punishment with my cock inside you."

Voice stolen, I nod, bending over and grabbing the back of the sofa. He makes a soft noise of approval at the view, and I hear him cursing and fumbling with a condom wrapper.

A moment later he’s at my entrance, bluntly pushing inside. I let out a ragged moan, arching my back and inviting him deeper. He waits until he’s buried to the hilt and smacks me again, the reverberations making me clench.

"Fuck," he whispers, his fingers gripping my soft flesh.

I’m drunk on him, but I still have enough presence of mind to laugh.

"Think you can last nineteen more strokes?" I tease him, breathlessly.

Adrian growls, spanking me again. "I can last as long as it takes," he promises, rocking his hips against mine, a slow, subtle rhythm, before he pulls out and slams all the way in again. I cry out, forgetting to be mindful of the other guests. "As long as it takes to fuck the smart-ass out of you."

I can’t help it. I’m still laughing.

"Impressive." My voice catches when he smacks me again, jolting my whole body with pleasure.

"You’re damn right."

I don’t count, but I’m pretty sure he does it. The first part, anyway. Actually fucking the smart-ass out of me would be quite an accomplishment.

Every breath is either a gasp or a moan. Our encounter in the pool was pretty damn explosive, considering the limitations, but this is in another level. It’s absolutely unreal. My brain loses the capacity for rational thought, and I start to clench around him, my body arching with pleasure.

He stops.

He fucking stops.

My moan takes on a distinctly different meaning. Twisting my head around to glare at him, I start to protest, but the look in his eyes silences me.

"Did I say you could come?"

I grip the back of the sofa tighter. "No."

"I can’t hear you." His fingers mimic mine, digging into my hips even deeper.

"NO!" I practically shout.

"That’s right." He’s almost panting. There’s no way he can hold back for much longer, and I know I’ve got that on my side, at least. "This is your punishment, remember? You don’t come unless I tell you so."

Okay, so, this was one of the hottest elements of his books. I remember it well. I loved reading about it, but damned if I ever wanted to experience it. Every other man I’ve been with had enough trouble getting me there in the first place; orgasm denial was never in their lexicon. Adrian obviously doesn’t have that problem. He’s confident enough to toy with me.

But how far will he take it?

I can break his resolve. I’m confident of that. Smiling to myself, I squeeze my inner muscles tight. It almost triggers my own climax, it’s that close, but I’m able to hold it back. For now. Adrian groans, twitching deep inside me. A moment later, he jerks out of me, and delivers one more solid smack. I yelp, more at the loss of his cock than anything else.

"Bad girl," he whispers, and I hear the soft noise of the condom being discarded, the rapid sound of skin on skin, slicked with my wetness. "You know what this means, don’t you?"

I can guess. Every part of my body’s throbbing and as much as I want him inside me again, oh God, I want him to claim me. I want the mark of his come on my skin, such a potent and unmistakable message after I spent the evening with those cover models.

I want to be his.

I’m not stupid. I know that’s not really what it means. I know it’s just a primal urge, he just needs to come somewhere and he’s on a fucking power trip.

"Yeah," I whisper. "So fucking do it, then. Mark your territory."

He pitches forward, grabbing my shoulder with his free hand. "You want it?" he whispers.

"Fuck yeah." I lick my lips. "I’m all yours, Sir."

The noise that comes out of his mouth is unholy. My pussy clenches, and I feel the wet splashes on my back, my ass. Fuck fuck fuck. I could almost come from that sensation alone, and I feel a gush of my own fluids answering him, trickling down my thigh.

Adrian plunges three fingers inside me, very suddenly. "Now," he commands.

I’m done for.

My body seizes up with pleasure, I’m shouting, trembling, and it feels like it goes on for ages. When it’s over I just want to curl up in a ball, but I know I’m a sticky mess, so I force myself to my feet and face him. He’s smiling.

"I really thought you were gonna make me wait longer than that," I tell him.

"So did I." A wicked half-smile. "But you were so lovely, offering yourself up to me like that. I thought you deserved it."

And then he grabs my head and kisses me.

This, I realize, is our first kiss. It’s appropriately perverse that it should happen now, and he’s smearing my own juices in my hair, and his jizz, too, probably. Did it get on his hand? Which hand? I’ve been on the pill for a while, so I’m not unduly worried about some of his seed getting inside me, but I wonder how careful he was.

When he pulls away, I wipe my mouth and grin at him. "You know if you knock me up, that kid’s gonna come out with horns."

"It didn’t get inside you, I promise," he says. "But I won’t be offended if you want to take a morning-after pill. Or perform some kind of black magic ceremony. I’m not really sure what’s appropriate under the circumstances."

"Relax. I’m on the pill. And for future reference, unless I’ve been visited by an incubus since my last checkup – not counting you, of course – then I’m still squeaky clean." I hug myself, feeling the wetness slide between my thighs. "Metaphorically speaking."

"Ah. Me too," he says. "Except it would be a succubus, right? Hopefully." He makes a silent gesture that I interpret as an invitation to join him in the shower, which sounds like a spectacular idea.

"Why does it matter?" I ask him, laughing, as I follow him into the bathroom. "They’re both trying to suck out your soul through your dick."

"I don’t know. What if I wake up in the middle of it? I feel like I’d handle it better if it was a female demon, at least. Just one less thing to deal with." He turns on the water. "I sound like an idiot, don’t I?"

"Yup." I laugh at him, stepping out of my skirt. I’ve got his rapt attention now, and normally I’m a little shy the first time I undress in front of somebody, but he’s looking at me like I’m a glass of perfectly-aged bourbon he can’t wait to get his lips around. "Though I guess there’s always that chance the incubus is gonna go knocking on the back door. Less likely with the succubus, unless she’s the full-service variety."