Taken by the Boss (2 page)

I look over my shoulder at him and our eyes meet. In that moment, I finally understand that he’s giving me a choice. I can play the game or we can both go home and pretend this evening never happened. I think of my empty apartment, my empty bed and arch back until my ass curls against him.

“I think bad girls need to be punished,
Mr. Grey
.” I put a deliberate emphasis on his name.

“Mmm, I see you still haven’t learned your lesson.” He rubs my shoulders and presses gently until I am sprawled across the desk, my legs kicked wide, my ass on obscene display.

Then he grips the side of my thong and pulls until it rips clean off me.

“Oh, wow.” I drop my head to the cool wood of his desk as my pussy is revealed.

He kneads the skin of my ass in a way that is both arousing and relaxing. Just when I’ve let my guard down a little, he rears back and slaps my left ass cheek.

“Mr. Grey!” I wiggle as he rains down another blow on the other cheek, enough to sting like hell but not enough to really hurt me. He massages both cheeks again, the skin strangely warm and tingly. Then he slaps them, slightly harder this time.

I moan out loud.

It hurts but it’s also making me so wet.

He stops to finger my pussy, thrusting his thick, long fingers up my tight little hole until I hover on the brink of another orgasm. But I don’t want to come on his fingers this time. I want him to fuck me. Bad.

“Sebastian, please,” I plead.

“Yes, that’s the way,” he growls.

There’s a metallic
thwip
as he unzips his pants. I look over my shoulder in time to see him rolling a condom down a thick, long, juicy shaft. Oh yes, my Mr. Grey is just as impressive as I thought.

He kneels behind me and pulls my ass cheeks apart. I have no time for embarrassment because he just dives right in. I fall forward on the desk, moaning, as he attacks my pussy with his tongue. He’s like a wild man, circling the bud of my clit with his tongue and then sucking on it before taking each of my pussy lips between his teeth and
slooowly
dragging them out.

“Sebastian, Sebastian,” his name falls from my lips over and over as he carries me right to the brink of insanity. Then he places a hand under my belly, holding me steady as he slams into me.

“Aaargh! Oh dear god,” I scream. It feels so good it should be illegal, in fact it probably is in some states. He pulls back and thrust into me again, then sets a rough, fast rhythm.

He’s so strong. I’ll probably have bruises later from where he’s gripping me so hard but I don’t even care. He holds me securely in his hands as he eases me back and forth on his cock. I scratch at the desk, my nails leaving little gouges in the wood as I hold on for dear life. It feels like he’s trying to ram through me, he’s fucking me so hard.

He grips my hair, twirling the long brown strands around his fist. “Were you going to meet your boyfriend tonight, Isabelle?”

“Ummm, he’s not really my boyfriend,” I mumble. I can’t concentrate when he’s grinding his cock into me. He pulls out suddenly and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on the desk with my legs in the air.

“Can you repeat that, Isabelle?” He caresses the sides of my pussy lips with his thumbs, holding my cunt open and easing his cock back inside. I’m sure my eyes are rolling into the back of my head because it feels so good.

“Isabelle!”

“He’s not…oh my god…he’s not my boyfriend.” I moan and arch my back as he hits my G spot. He leans over me on the desk and he’s really tearing it up now. He kisses me, swallowing all my moans. He’s licking into my mouth when I come again, my body jerking helplessly beneath his, my pussy spasming around the thick length deep within me.

“God, I want to come on you.” He burys his face in the curve of my neck and shoulder.

It sounds so hot that I shudder at just the thought. “Do it, Sebastian. Come all over me.”

He curses under his breath and then reaches down to pull the condom off. He’s watching me as he jerks himself off, so I decide to put on a show, plunging the fingers on both hands into my wet pussy and using the lubrication to roll the tips of my nipples into tight points.

That does the trick because his hand is moving faster now, the veins on his shaft standing out in stark relief to the dark, engorged head.

“Isabelle… look at you. I’ve wanted you for so long. Fuck!” His face tightens and he moans long and loud as he shudders over me. He collapses half on me, half on the desk, shooting his load all over my belly.

I reach down and twirl my fingers through his cum, carrying it up to my nipples and massaging it into the tight tips.

He watches me with dark, intense eyes. A second later, he straightens. The energy in the room has changed. I’m not sure exactly what to do, what to say. He climbs down from the desk, turns his back to me and pulls his trousers up, refastens his belt. I grab a few tissues from the holder on his desk and hurriedly clean up.

My shirt is on the floor in a wrinkled ball and I can’t find my bra. I pull my shirt on and hastily button it up. Hopefully no one else has decided to come back to the office late. I can always cover up with my jacket on the way home.

I glance at Sebastian. He still has his back to me. Should I just leave? I have no idea what the protocol is for a situation like this? Is there after-fucking etiquette? Should I thank him? The thought makes me smile a little.

Or should I just say “thanks for scratching the itch, now please don’t fire me?”

“Oh, Isabelle?”

I turn slowly, my eyes wide. In the time I’ve been daydreaming, Sebastian has straightened his clothes and is sitting behind his desk reviewing the report I dropped in his inbox. He’s calmly sitting in his chair,
the chair
, marking on my report with a red pen.

“I see that you submitted a revised copy of the market analysis report. However, I’ll need you here tomorrow in case I should need any additional changes. Eight o’clock.”

My mouth drops open. “Tomorrow? But tomorrow is Saturday!”

He glances up at me and his eyes dip to my hastily buttoned blouse. He licks his lips and just like that, I’m wet all over again.

“Eight o’clock, Isabelle.” He looks down at the report, dismissing me, and I turn to leave on rubbery legs. Just before I reach the door, he calls out again.

“Oh and Isabelle? Don’t be late.” He puts down the report and our eyes meet. “You know how I feel about insubordination.”

…to be continued.

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