She leaned into him. His nose touched her perineum while he devoured her from below. She rocked and moaned and rose higher on wafts of unstoppable pleasure.
All too soon, he pulled away. Why did he always pull away, just when he held her hanging over the precipice of explosive orgasm? How did he know the exact moment to pull away to send her higher?
He left her bereft and aching. “Stand up.”
She teetered but managed to keep her feet under her. Her gushing moisture flowed down her thighs. She swayed in delirious lust and waited for whatever he wanted to do to her.
He put his arms around her from behind. He manhandled her breasts and squeezed her butt cheeks. She could only endure the excruciating need burning in her soul. At last, he dropped his hand between her legs and came up into her slit with his thick middle finger.
She whined and swayed while he attacked her clit with quick, short circles, but that only made her more hungry than ever. All at once, he drove two rough digits into her cavernous hole. Eva yelped, but the very next minute, molten lava flooded her from head to toe. She bucked and rocked against those fingers.
He clapped his palm hard against her erect clit while his fingers stirred her elixir in its cauldron. She lay back against his iron body and gave herself over to his ministrations when he devastated her all over again by leaving her alone.
She waited for him to say something, to give her another order, but he said nothing. He took her by the hand and pulled her toward the door. He took his leather jacket off the hook by the door and towed her to the elevator.
The building stood silent and empty all around them. No one saw them leave together, hand in hand.
In the elevator, he put out his hand to punch a button, but he skipped the button for the ground floor. He pushed a button with no number, and the elevator car dropped under Eva’s feet.
She did her best not to squeeze his hand too tightly, but she inched closer to him without making it too obvious. He anchored her against whatever was about to happen. He offered her the only safety against the danger of himself. She cringed from him and hid in him from the invisible danger threatening her.
The car skidded to a stop. He smiled down at her when she glanced up at him for answers. That smile reminded her who he really was. The same kind, generous boss she knew lurked underneath his cruel dominating exterior.
The doors whisked open, and he pulled her out of the elevator into the underground parking garage. Not a car remained in the painted spaces. He led her toward a plain concrete wall. She couldn’t see any markings on it.
Matt put his hand in his pocket and brought out an electric door opener. One push of a button and the solid wall slid back to reveal that shining Harley she recognized from...Was it really only yesterday morning she leaned over that bike and let him take a video of her begging for him?
That bike hummed its thumping song to her soul in the silent garage. It leaned on its kickstand and eyed her with its impenetrable headlamp. The fluorescent lights overhead glittered on its chrome and its shiny black gas tank. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. This could only end one way.
Chapter 6
Matt let go of her hand, and her palms burst out in a cold sweat. He shouldered his way into his jacket and swung his leg over the seat. He unslung his helmet from the handlebar and stuck his key into the ignition.
The deafening roar of the engine filled the garage and rattled Eva’s nerves, but Matt didn’t give her time to retreat. He yanked the helmet on and snapped the visor down. In an instant, he changed from her boss to RipRoarer again.
He put out his hand. If only she couldn’t see his eyes, she would know what to do.
He straddled his bike with the engine roaring and his hand extended to her. What was she going to do? She couldn’t back out now, but she couldn’t bring herself to take the last step forward.
He waited another long moment, but when she didn’t move, he let his hand fall. He put both hands on the hand grips and squeezed the clutch. His thumb pressed the gear shift. Was he really going to drive away from her? Would her leave here there, alone in the parking garage with a soaking wet pussy?
She would never see him again. She couldn’t face going into work the next morning if he turned his back on her now.
He let out the clutch, and the bike moved out of the hidden parking space. A second later, he squeezed the clutch in again and eased the bike to a stop right in front of her. He didn’t extend his hand to her again, but bent down and picked up the hand hanging limply at her side.
He pulled her toward him. Her legs wouldn’t work, so he tugged harder until she stumbled toward him. He pulled her against his leg and guided her body onto the bike in front of him.
He positioned her in the same place where she sat yesterday, but a strange calm settled over her mind this time. She knew him. RipRoarer wasn’t here. That was Matt behind her, with his strong arms around her and keeping her safe in the pocket of his presence.
He let out the clutch one more time, and the bike shot forward underneath her. His legs moved around her to the footrests. The bike rumbled out of the garage into the cool dark night outside the building. It purred down the street and left the safety of the office far behind.
This time, she watched with startling clarity exactly where he drove her. He passed down the thoroughfare to the other side of the tracks. She knew that part of town well enough. Was he taking her into greater danger now?
He turned off on a darkened street. Only one streetlight glowed over a blacktop expanse. She could see nothing beyond it but a basketball hoop standing forlorn and abandoned beyond a white outline on the blacktop.
He walked the bike into the halo of blue light and moved the gearshift into Park. Eva’s heart thudded in her chest. If she jumped off right now, she could dash off and hide in the dark. He would have no choice but to ride away without her.
What was she thinking? She came here of her own free will to find out what lay at the end of this intoxicating mystery. She wouldn’t run away, and she wouldn’t pass through that ominous darkness alone, back to her own apartment.
He took his hands off the handlebars. In a dream, she saw them move toward her. Her body twanged taut in the palpable tension. He would touch her. He would take her, and nothing would hold him back this time. Of that, she was certain.
His hands moved back, and he hung his helmet on the handlebars. Everything followed the same pattern as yesterday morning. Only the light reminded her in all its painful clarity that this was not yesterday morning. He wouldn’t snap a few pics and drive her back to the office.
He clasped her waist and bent his head to her ear. “Do you remember this?”
She could barely whisper, “Yes.” Calling him Daddy didn’t make sense now. This was no phone sex game.
He understood it, too, and he didn’t push her. She couldn’t turn back. She wouldn’t turn back. This was all hers. She wanted this. She wanted to discard the nice girl rules and let herself break out into pure wildness.
Above all else, she worshiped him for that. He guided her. He kept her moving forward when she would have held back. He kept her honest, and he could let her go if she really wanted to walk away from all this.
He stroked her shoulders and rubbed her neck. He smoothed down her arms to her hands and back up. The gentlest pressure on her shoulders gave her an undeniable command to lean forward. She lay down across the gas tank.
The bike whispered its feral growl into her blood. She couldn’t resist its hypnotic voice. It vibrated her bones and spoke to her engorged tissues to rise and meet it.
He ran his fingertip around her waistband. That’s when she remembered the awful truth. She’d left her panties on his office floor. He would find them when he went into work tomorrow morning. He would keep them in his pocket all day long, and he would remember her here, exposed and powerless with his raging machine between her legs.
He ran his hand down her back, just like yesterday, but he had differen
t ideas tonight. His voice touched her ear from out of the dark. “Lick it, baby. I want to see you lick that chrome. Show me how you’re gonna lick my rock hard cock.”
She kept her eyes closed. She put out her tongue and touched it to the cold metal. Saliva squirted under her tongue. She had to suck it in fast to stop it drooling out onto the gas tank. She ran her tongue along its smooth surface, and mind-blowing desire burned down her stomach to her crotch.
She rocked her cunt against the seat and rolled her ass up and back toward him. God, she must be as nasty and dirty as he said she was if she behaved like this. What kind of person rubbed her dripping wet snatch against a wicked Harley and licked its shiny chrome when her biker Daddy told her to?
What would he make her do next? What indignities did he have in mind to tear her world apart?
He inched her skirt up around her waist so her thighs surrounded the seat. The night air embraced her bare skin and chilled the spattered spunk on her lips and thighs. He caressed her glorious butt cheeks in the lamplight. “Who’s my horny little Princess?”
“I am, Daddy. I’m your Princess.”
He nudged into her from behind, and her juices wet his swollen crotch. “You want that, don’t you? You want my cock between your legs.”
“Oh, yes, Daddy, please.”
“Say it, baby. Let me hear you say it like you did yesterday. Tell me how you really want it, now that you know I’m gonna give it to you hard and fast.”
“Oh, fuck me. I can’t stand this. Oh, please, fuck me hard.”
He growled under his breath. From her place on the gas tank, she heard his breath grate between his teeth. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’m gonna fuck you. I’ve waited a long time for this.”
A zipper unzipped, and the hard spike tormenting her back door changed from rough fabric to smooth, soft skin. Its rigid point didn’t change. It jammed harder into her.
“Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes when I stick my cock in your sweet, hot pussy.”
Her eyes snapped open. What did he want to see her eyes for? Didn’t he understand she needed to keep her eyes closed? She needed to concentrate to stop herself from flying into a million pieces.
The moment she locked her eyes on his face, she understood why. His smoldering brown eyes bored into her soul. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and she could never disobey him. She was his, body and soul, and he kept her in the palm of his hand with those impossible eyes.
Once he caught her, he never released her from his enthralling gaze. He swayed there behind her on the bike, with his prick embedded in her most delicate tissues. He kept her dangling on the brink of insanity, and she couldn’t look away. She had to watch her own destruction hovering closer, closer.
He bent down and slammed his lips against hers. She stared at his face, all blurry there beyond her sight. That was the first time he ever kissed her, and here he was, about to fuck her like some biker babe.
She lost sight of his eyes. What was he looking at? What was he thinking? Then a tidal wave of maddening sensation crashed over her and sucked her under to drown. She couldn’t stand it.
That wave rustled out from her lips and tongue, all the way to her eyelashes and earlobes. It fizzed with unfulfilled dreams. Its effervescent foam bubbled to the surface of her skin and drove her wild.
She bit at his lips in a frenzy to get hold of him. Her tongue danced around his in a courtship ritual of exotic desires. She put her hand behind his neck to draw him to her. For just a brief instant, they clung to each other for mutual aid. She would never let him go. He extended a lifeline from the surreal world of psychedelic hallucinations to the world of order and control. He would find a way to take her back there when all this was over.
That lifeline snapped when he released her. He gave her one last peck on the nose before he reared back, and Eva went spinning off again into another dimension where nothing made sense. She didn’t recognize herself or anything else. No rules governed that world save one: pleasure. Pleasure in herself, pleasure in him, pleasure in every area of her life—nothing else mattered.
He sat up straight and pressed her down hard on the cruel steel. His eyes flashed a warning. Eva didn’t move.
He ripped his pants the rest of the way open, and his thick tool sprang out. She had to close her eyes again at the sight of it. It was bigger and more intimidating in person than in the pictures on her phone. The pictures didn’t do it justice. It throbbed and strained at its pink skin. It wanted her.
He kept her pinned with one hand while he aimed his rock hard shaft between her cheeks. The closer he got, the harder he pressed her down. He kept his glare locked on her raised ass, and his jaw muscle clenched and rippled with every gasping breath.
He stirred her juices with his taut umbrella until her glistening syrup coated it. Those vapors lubricated its passage through the curtains leading to her depths. He groaned in agony and hitched his hips forward. He set up a pulsing rhythm, and with every pulse, he moved just a little farther forward on the seat.
His mushroom nosed into her opening, and she stretched to receive him. He hitched forward one more time, and her tissues strained to their limit. How could a man be so big? How could he stay conscious with so much blood in his cock? Could she handle something so big?
He came forward one last time, and his cock pushed its way into her cavern. Eva gasped out loud. When he drove his tool harder into her twitching channel, she let out a shriek of surprise at the overwhelming intensity. A distant voice out of the past cried, No!, but every other facet of her being breathed him into her. Yes, yes, yes!
God, he was so big! Her pussy surrounded him in a death grip. His every movement sent streaming hot flashes of pleasure tinged with pain through her guts. She couldn’t stand it. She had to get away, but he kept her pinned there on her chest while he drove his jackhammer into her being.
She lost all sense of time and place. She floated in her own inner world where she tangled with him in the cosmic union. His flesh filled her to the limit, and it satisfied her long thirst for pure pleasure. She didn’t have to worry about behaving herself in that world. She didn’t have to keep quiet. No one could hear her cries beyond the basketball court.
She screamed and moaned. She drowned out his agonized grunts. He sucked his breath through gritted teeth and shoved his manhood into her depths.
In an instant, she exploded from her ethereal world into a cosmos bright with stars. They went supernova in front of her eyes. She couldn’t hear her own screams over the thunder of her pulse in her ears—or was that the roar of a Harley? She couldn’t tell, and she no longer cared.
His bellows of rising completion joined her in harmony echoing over the field. His boiling injection overflowed her brimming font and stained the bike with her essence.
Chapter 7
Eva sat down at her desk the next morning, but she couldn’t concentrate. She sat up on her couch for hours after Matt dropped her off at her apartment door the night before. When she went to bed, her head still spun from the earth-shattering climaxes he gave her again and again, for hours. She rode him and his bike every way they could think of and neither ever got tired or ran out of steam.
When would he call her into his office again? What would she encounter there? Would he dominate her the way he did last night, or would he talk to her about her work and praise her for being the trustworthy and reliable EA he knew she would be when he hired her?
Nothing made sense anymore. She couldn’t work. She couldn’t concentrate. She couldn’t function at all. She stared at her phone. What message would come to her through it next time? She ached for him to call her again, but she dreaded the same thing.
She turned on her computer and pulled up her matches for the foreign exchange research, but the screen blurred before her eyes. She couldn’t read any of the folders he gave her or the submissions for the newsletter.
She cradled her head in her hand. She was useless, to herself and to him. In the end, she broug
ht up the birthday database. She could enter the September names and details without concentrating too hard.
Her own name popped up at the top of the list when she opened the file. One more day to go. Did Matt even know when her birthday was? Maybe this database wasn’t the sign of his caring and regard she thought it was.
Maybe it was really just a way to acknowledge his employee’s birthdays and contributions without actually having to be aware of them at all. The name would come up in the database, some lackey would mail out a card and issue the bonus, and everything would go on as before. Matt wouldn’t even have to interrupt his exercise routine.
Eva kicked herself. What was she doing, thinking that way? Matt came up with this idea of marking his employees’ birthdays when the company did nothing before. That at least showed he cared.
Did he really care about her, though? Did he really care about her personally—not just as his secret sex playmate? Why did she even have to ask that? He was a boss diddling his assistant. How could he care about her? She never expected him to care.
She didn’t really care about him, either, when she thought about it. He was nothing but a secret sex playmate to her, too—and a job, of course.
She shut off the computer. What was her world coming to? She couldn’t even enter mindless data into a spreadsheet without analyzing all the interpersonal implications of every entry.
She made up her mind to go home and work there. She would turn off her phone and forget about RipRoarer and everything else that happened in the last two days. She wouldn’t come back until she could focus on her work. That might mean breaking it off with Matt altogether. If that’s what she had to do, she would do it.
She packed up her folders and picked up her phone. She put her thumb on the power button to shut it off when a notification came through. Her heart froze in mid-beat. It was him. Could you please come into my office?
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