Two Doms for Vicki [Pleasure, Montana 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  That made no sense. What did drawing the blinds have to do with anything? “Trust is hard for me.”

  “Stand.”

  His command had her obeying. He moved fast toward her, grabbed both of her wrists, walked her to his nearly empty desk, and placed her palms on top. “Don’t move.”

  That tone of voice could only mean one thing. He wanted to make love with her in the office, but why here? There was no place to maneuver. No one would walk in, but what if someone passed by and saw them through the slatted blinds?

  He stepped behind her, unhooked her pants, then unzipped them. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to be with you again.”

  His gravely voice oozed sincerity. “Me, too.”

  He lowered her pants and panties and let them pool at her ankles. She didn’t try to spread her legs, because he’d told her not to move.

  His hand came down on her ass hard. “Ouch.”

  “I’m sorry, angel, but you’ve driven me to do that. You must not question me all the time.”

  She’d only asked why he closed the blinds. “Fine.” Though she wasn’t happy.

  “Does your ass hurt anymore?”

  The sting had been sharp and short-lived. In fact, her pussy had enjoyed it. “No.”

  “Good.” He turned her around, lifted her up by the waist and sat her on the cold wooden desk. He bent over and carefully untied her laced-up boots and placed them in the corner. “I’ll leave your socks on. I don’t want your feet to get cold.”

  She instantly forgave him for the quick spanking. He removed her pants and panties and held them out.

  “Do you want to sit on your pants to keep your butt warm?”

  Right now her rear was the hottest part of her body. “I’m good.”

  He placed her clothes on her desk then stepped over to the wall and turned off the lights. She fell in love with him all over again. Did he really know that she was uncomfortable with him seeing her naked? Her fear was probably unfounded, as his hands would see all her faults anyway.

  “The whole time I was meeting with donors I kept thinking about your lips.” He leaned forward and kissed her. He pulled her to him, and her feet hit the floor. “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Oh, God. Since her pussy would press against his body, she hoped she didn’t leave a stain on his trousers. As she did what he’d asked, he leaned her back, forcing her to use her hands to support herself. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her like someone who’d been starving to taste her. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced. She could taste the lingering flavor of coffee on his tongue as he possessed her mouth and explored her like he’d never known her before. Sanford broke the kiss and stepped back. Her breaths came out fast.

  The light from the office leaked in through the slats in the shade, and her eyes adjusted enough to see him. He tugged his dress shirt from his pants then unbuttoned it. She wanted to explore the planes of his chest and lick his flat nipples. Be honest. You want to torment him as much as he torments you. Too bad he’d never let her.

  After he shucked off his shoes, he stepped out of his pants and briefs. When he was naked, except for his socks, he folded his coat and placed it on the floor.

  “Come here, my little sub, and kneel.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Sanford’s command to kneel in front of his naked body was like five licks to her pussy. Vicki’s nipples hardened either from the slight chill in the air or because of anticipation. Either way, she wanted him. She knelt as he’d asked, placed her hands behind her back, and lowered her gaze, just like before.

  “You remembered. I’m proud of you, my little sub.”

  She expected him to tell her to suck his cock, but instead he widened his stance and remained still. “I want you to clear your mind. Don’t think of the election or anything you need to do. I want your total attention on us. Can you do that?”

  “I’ll try.”

  “I know Clint explained about telling me if you are uncomfortable with anything either of us do.”

  She nodded.

  “When your mind is clear, I want you to suck my cock. Make me want to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream your ecstasy to the heavens. Everyone next door will come running to see what’s wrong.”

  Clint worked two doors over. He had a key. With that explanation, she wanted to keep as quiet as possible. “May I use my hands, Sir?”

  “If you wish.”

  That was better than getting any key to any door. Now she could show him what it was like to want something and not get it. First she ran one finger up his length then circled the head of his cock. While he didn’t moan, his hands tightened into fists for a second before relaxing them. Score one for her side. Next she licked his balls then sucked on each one, flicking her tongue around and around. The skin drew up, and this time he did make noise, but it was closer to a grunt than a moan.

  With more patience than she knew she had in her, she dragged her tongue upward as she pinched the head of his cock between her teeth.

  “Be careful.”

  Uh-oh. Had she hurt him? If she asked, he’d be too proud to say so. To be safe, she decided not to use that technique again. Instead, she drew his cock closer to her mouth and ran her tongue around the bottom of his mushroom-shaped head.

  “You will receive three slaps for not obeying my order to suck on my cock.”

  Her mouth opened. That wasn’t fair. She thought that because he’d let her use her hands that she had free rein. What a spoilsport. To avoid more punishment, she drew him into her mouth. As she slid down his shaft, she didn’t use much suction, wanting to drive him wild.

  “You’re asking for it, sub. Suck harder.”

  How come he got to demand she do it his way when he never gave her what she wanted? She looked up at him but still held his cock with one hand. “You wanted me to make you want me. I’m doing just that.”

  “That sass will cost you another two wallops.”

  She didn’t think he’d actually hit her that many times, but just in case he was serious, she went down on him again. This time, she suctioned her lips and grasped his cock hard.

  “That’s it, angel. Now we’re talking.”

  Perhaps it was his praise or the anticipated punishment, but her juices began to flow. Wanting to continue to please him, she pumped her hand and tightened her lips. Damned cock was too long. He seemed to notice she couldn’t take much of him into her mouth and pressed on her head. She jammed her tongue in the way to keep from gagging, and he let up the pressure.

  “Relax, angel. Just breathe.” He rubbed her shoulder with his free hand.

  His touch helped. She exhaled to open her throat, and his cock slid lower. She swirled her tongue around his massive girth as she grasped his balls, and after another few round trips, his breaths had turned ragged.

  He stepped back. “You are too good. I want to scream myself.” He lifted her up and walked her backward to his desk. “I have to fuck you, but it wouldn’t be fair to do so without administering your punishment. You do know this is for the best, right?”

  “Yes, Sir.” While the spanking hurt at first, the ache soon turned to pleasure.

  “Turn around and place your hands on the desk.”

  She debated disobeying, but then she’d never get his cock. Her needy pussy was already dripping, so she obeyed.

  The first slap didn’t hurt much, but the next one stung a lot more. It was the third one that heated her ass to the point where tears formed in her eyes.

  “What number are you at, angel?”

  If she said anything higher than a six, would he stop and not make love with her? She couldn’t take the chance.

  “Three.”

  “Good. Is your pussy vibrating yet?”

  She’d been too preoccupied to pay attention, but when she thought about it, he was right. “Yes.”

  “Perfect. You’ll like the next two even more. Don’t clench or it will be more painful.”

  She re
ally did try to relax her rear, but when he brought his hand down the next time, it was so hard a whimper escaped. She truly was going to call a halt to this harsh punishment when contractions rolled down her belly and nailed her clit. Her honey gushed down her leg. Oh, my God. She’d almost climaxed from him spanking her.

  “Last one. I know you want it.”

  “I do.” That was the truth.

  He rubbed her ass first, easing the ache, then spanked her one last time. She was sure she wouldn’t sit down for a week. Once more the pain stabbed her rear before turning into something wonderful and lustful.

  She remained frozen as she tried to figure out how the punishment that had started off so badly had ended so wonderfully. He cleared the top of the desk.

  “Turn around, angel, and sit as close to the edge as you can while still putting your feet on the desk.”

  Her ass touched the cold desk. Good thing the lights were off or he’d have seen her wince. To achieve the position, she had to lean on her palms.

  “I wish I had more light so I could see your pretty pink pussy and those delicious tits better.”

  Don’t you dare turn on the lights.

  He swiped a finger across her slit, and the intensity sent sparks of desire up her spine.

  “Sit up for me.” She had to tighten her abs to keep from falling backward.

  He lifted her sweater over her head, exposing her pink push-up bra that made her breasts nearly spill over the top.

  He ran a finger along the frilly edge, following the contours of the lace. “So nice. I can’t wait to lick your tits then drink your honey.”

  His sexy promises made her groan.

  “I do love your choice of underwear, though naked is always good, too.”

  “I don’t think we’d get any work done, Sir, if I worked in the buff.”

  He licked the spot between her breasts. “I don’t know about that. We’d get a lot of walk-in traffic wanting to volunteer.”

  She laughed. “True.”

  He cupped her breasts and massaged the material, but there was nothing like skin-to-skin contact. She widened her legs, hoping to hurry the process.

  He inhaled with a great deal of exaggeration. “Is someone wanting me to fuck her?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m very needy.”

  He reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. “As sad as I am to see this go, I have to have you.”

  Yes. He dragged the straps down her arms, and then she lifted one hand to allow him to take it off. He placed her bra behind her.

  He groaned. “Oh, yes. Much better.”

  His head dipped, and his tongue clamped down hard on her tit. Her stomach clenched, and she dropped back her head. Lustful glory speared not only her nipple, but the ecstasy traveled right down to her clit. Her pussy throbbed. Dear Lord, but she’d never last under his assault.

  She moaned and then nearly yelled. One hand twirled her other nipple while his free hand plumped up her breast for him to feast.

  When he leaned closer, his stomach pressed against her naked pussy, and she scooted lower.

  “Wrap your legs around me again, angel.”

  She gladly obliged as the pressure was divine. Her slickness allowed her to move back and forth against him, pushing her closer to her ultimate joy.

  “I wish I had nipple clamps. I know you’d enjoy them.”

  He could have said he wanted to attach jumper cables to her tits, and she would have agreed. What he was doing was bliss personified. When he let go of the breast he was sucking on and dipped his fingers to her slit, she almost burst. He thumbed her clit, and she had to have more.

  “Sir, I think I’m at a nine.”

  He chuckled. “The numbers aren’t to tell me how close you are to climaxing. Control yourself, angel.”

  One time she wished he could experience what he was doing to her. He’d cave. He wiggled his fingers and she bit her lip hard. The pain helped, but not enough to quell the amazing rush. He moved to the other side and drew that nipple into his mouth. She might have been able to hold back the climax had he not pinched the nipple he’d just been sucking on. The intense shot of pain streaked across her breast and electrified her body.

  He knew what he was doing to her because he added another finger to her pussy. When he hit her most sensitive spot, she had no choice but to give in to the orgasm that claimed her.

  “Sanford. Yes! I can’t!” Other words came out, but none made sense even to her ears.

  He stepped back. “Sub, you came without permission.”

  “It was your fault.” She refused to add Sir.

  He slid her off the table faster than she’d climaxed, turned her around and gave her four hard slaps. Tears brimmed on her eyes. Yes, it was painful, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of complaining. Then, as if there was a god of love, bliss swamped her, and heat burned her insides. He flipped her around and devoured her mouth. She palmed his pecs but refrained from grabbing his cock. She wanted him to fuck her. “Please, Sir.”

  He leaned in so close his lips were almost touching hers. “Should I reward you for disobeying me?”

  Did he want to hear the truth or the lie? “No, Sir.” She hoped he’d make love to her anyway. He had to be needy, too, right?

  He lifted her up onto the desk again only this time he had her lie down. “Just a sec.” He retrieved his suit jacket, folded it into a pillow and placed it under her head. “Better?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You are so beautiful.” He dragged a palm down her face.

  She prayed he really couldn’t see her that clearly. His face was obscured in the darkness, so she hoped hers was, too. He stepped back, dragged her chair over to in front of his desk and sat down.

  No way. Did he plan on getting comfortable so he could lick her for hours? By the time he finished, her ass would be bruised because she’d have climaxed so many times without permission.

  He pulled her toward him until her legs dangled over the desk and her pussy was at the edge.

  “So perfect.” He swirled his tongue across her opening. “Hold your legs open for me nice and wide, angel.”

  Her juices exploded at the implication. It was like she was offering herself to him as a sacrifice, and not being able to see what he was doing ratcheted the excitement. He pried open her pussy lips and licked her honey with one big swipe.

  She groaned. How could she want to come again so soon when she’d just climaxed? His mouth suctioned over her opening, and he curled his tongue and darted it in and out, teasing her to the max. As much as she liked being licked, she wanted a cock, one that was big, hard, and throbbing. That’s how.

  He lifted his attention to her clit—one that was already swollen from him tugging on it. He sucked on her little pearl and flicked his tongue across the sensitive bud while he slipped in more fingers. The combination felled her.

  She lifted her hips and arched her back. He slid his free hand across her belly bulge and up to her breast. When he rolled the taut nipple, she yelled his name. Tears leaked from her eyes from trying to hold back. Why couldn’t he see that she wanted him so badly?

  Her breaths came out fast, and she tightened her pussy walls to grab his fingers.

  “None of that.”

  Why not? Nothing he did or said made sense. If this was for her benefit, he should take her now. Her groans grew in volume.

  He stood and the rolling chair skidded four feet before banging into her desk. “I have to have you. Your taste and smell are driving me crazy.”

  “Good.”

  She didn’t look, but she wouldn’t be surprised if he smiled. He grasped her wrists and pulled her up to a seated position. With one hand behind her back to support her, he guided his cock straight into her straining slit, and her pussy exploded.

  Had he not pulled her close and kissed her hard, she might have come again. The consequences be damned. His delicious lips took her mind off of his cock seated an inch inside her. Why was he not moving? Was
he mad? She broke the kiss this time.

  “Is something wrong? What can I do to help?”

  “I’m working so hard not to come right now. So please, if you want my cock for more than three seconds, don’t clamp down on him. Don’t look so damned sexy and don’t moan and groan like you’re loving it as much as I am.”

  Now she worked hard not to laugh. “I’ll try my best, Sir.” His compliments infused her with self-confidence.

  “Wrap your legs around me again, little sub.”

  She did so and hugged him close as well. He slipped his hands under her ass and kept her from taking in all of him. Then he turned around so that she could rest her feet on the desk.

  “Fuck me hard, little one.”

  Joy splintered through her. She could touch, taste, and move as she wished. She opened her pelvis and slid down him, but he got stuck halfway. “You’re too thick, Sir.”

  “Keep trying.” His voice had turned hoarse.

  She pressed down on the desk to lift up. He spread her ass cheeks, which seemed to widen her pussy opening. This time when she dropped down, his cock drove all the way to the end. Oh, my God. He dipped his head and drew a very sore tit into his mouth. The ache, along with his big cock stretching her wide, doubled her pleasure. She held on tight and rode him for all she was worth. The friction burned her insides, and she dropped her head and arched her back. The harder he sucked, the faster she rode him. Drenched in desire, her heartbeat raced. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and he clamped onto her hips to stop her movement.

  “Let me fuck you.” He took control and drove his cock into her, pounding her back wall and taking her higher and higher.

  She wasn’t going to be able to stop the next onslaught.

  He groaned and squeezed her butt cheeks tight. “Come for me, angel.”

  Thank God. On the next thrust, he scraped his teeth across her nipple as he pistoned into her. As if she were caught in an avalanche, her climax rushed down the mountain and submerged her. Her mind blanked and she must have yelled so loud that Sanford lifted one hand and tugged her face forward so he could kiss her.

  His cock expanded and pulsed, sending his hot cum up her channel. Love abounded, and she wanted this man forever.