Is she serious? If she is, I’m not going to refuse that offer. It’s almost too good to be true.
“Oh, I’ll punish you all right. For all the times you’ve vexed me.” I step closer, my cock inching dangerously close to her almost naked body. “For all the days you made me so damn hard.”
“When?” she asks.
“Every damn day,” I murmur, and it makes her grin.
“Did you do something about it?”
Just the thought of it makes my cock twitch again. “Whenever I could.” I groan.
“Tell me what you’d do.” With her foot, she seductively rubs her other leg.
“I’d take out my cock and play with it … rub myself until I came while thinking of you.” My cock bounces up and down from the memory.
She licks her top lip. “Even at work?”
“Nothing’s off-limits,” I say.
“I like what I’m hearing,” she purrs, gently stroking my legs with her feet.
Her hungry eyes stare down at my dick, still hidden behind my boxer shorts. Biting her bottom lip, her hands tentatively reach for it, but I grasp her wrists and pull them together.
“What are your limits, Lesley?” I slowly slide my tie off and hold it underneath her wrists. “Do you have any?”
“Not as far as I know.”
“You asked me to punish you. How far are you willing to take that statement?” I ask, making a knot with the tie to bind her wrists together.
“That depends on what you’re going to make me do,” she murmurs.
I pull the tie, raising her hands, and I press my lips to hers. When our mouths unlock, I whisper, “I’m going to make you come hard, and you’re going to love it.”
“Yes, please,” she mutters, her voice fluctuating in pitch.
A devious grin spreads on my lips. “But I’m also going to come … hard … and you’re going to take it all.” My grip on the leash around her wrists tightens as I force her to lift her head so she can receive a kiss.
“Fuck me,” she begs.
“Oh, I will,” I whisper, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “But first, you’re going to do anything and everything I want you to.”
“Fuck, yes,” she moans, making me go insanely wild with lust.
I bring her hands to my dick and say, “Take out my cock.”
She eagerly pulls down my boxer shorts, and her eyes widen at the sight of my length. “Holy shit.”
I laugh. “What?”
“You’re fucking huge!”
I already knew she’d be excited, considering the fact she was practically drooling over me when I changed clothes in her bathroom the other day.
“And it’s all yours too,” I add.
She snorts, shaking her head. “You arrogant son of a bitch.”
“You already knew I was big. Don’t deny it.”
“Fine. I peeked. Sue me.”
“No, I’d rather fuck you.” I bite my lip, thinking of those hungry eyes looking at me the way she did when she first saw me undress.
God, how much I wanted to fuck her brains out when she eye-fucked me.
I swear, I could’ve done it right there and then in her home. Against the bathroom door, under the shower. I would’ve licked her body from top to bottom and made her suck my cock until I came in her mouth.
Too bad that little voice in the back of my head told me not to do it. Told me it was wrong.
But I’m tired of listening to it now. I want her badly, and when I want something, I’m going to get it, no matter the cost.
Her hands rub my dick, up and down, and I raise my eyes to the ceiling and moan with delight. How long have I waited to finally feel these hands jerk me off? Too long.
She bends over, and her tongue dips out to give it a lick. My cock bobs up and down with excitement, and I pull her closer with my tie, making sure she gets the message. She starts licking it, spreading delicious wetness all over. With her hands, she massages my balls, her tongue stroking along my length until she brings it into her mouth and sucks.
And fuck me, it’s the best fucking suck I’ve ever had.
All my senses are on overload, and I’m so eager to come. But not yet. I want to savor this a little longer.
“Wait,” I say, pushing her back. “I want to do something else … something naughty.”
She licks her lips and grins. “All right.”
“Turn around,” I say.
Frowning, she ponders it for a moment, but then does what I say anyway.
She’s now facing the pillow, and I sit down on the bed in front of her and lie down. “Lift your ass,” I say. And when she does, I prop my head just underneath her. “Sit down.”
“What, on your face?”
I grab her by the waist and pull her down myself until her panties are right above my mouth. I take in her scent and revel in the excitement. “Fuck, yeah …”
With one finger, I pull aside the fabric and dip in my tongue.
She moans with arousal as I suck on her clit and twirl around it, gently playing with her to get her to relax. With one hand, I squeeze her tits and pull her nipples, and soon the wetness begins to drip into my mouth. Fucking hell, she tastes so good. Like sweet sin on a platter … and it’s all mine.
My cock bounces up and down, so I push her toward it and command, “Take it deep.”
She leans over and opens her mouth so my length can slide into her mouth. I never stop licking her, and her moans make me wanna thrust into her mouth. Fuck, this is so hot.
Who’d have thought she’d be open to 69-ing on our first date?
Not me, but I’ll take her gladly.
I bury my face in her pussy and eat her out while she gorges on my dick. Her tongue wraps so sweetly around my shaft that I find it hard to concentrate, but I want her to come. I keep twisting around her nub, alternating speeds to make her quiver with need. She returns the deliciousness ten times over, making me wanna squirt down her throat. I wonder if she’ll let me.
She’s so damn wet, and I love her taste, so I smack her ass and growl, “Come all over my mouth.”
“Fuck,” she murmurs, my hard-on still stuck in her mouth.
I gyrate up and down so I can fuck her face, sending delicious shocks through my body. She does the same, practically riding my face as if she owns it, and I love it.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” she mewls.
I stick my tongue inside and feel her lose control. It’s toe-curling and so fucking arousing that I push her head down over my dick and come too.
“Fuck!” I howl, tasting her sweetness in my mouth while I come hard inside hers.
She gulps as I coat her throat with my cum, and hot damn, she even swallows it all. But I’m not done yet. Now that I’ve got my first taste of her pussy, I want my cock to enjoy it too.
No pause—I just roll her off me and plant her on the bed. She squeals a little and laughs.
Meanwhile, I tear off her panties, bring them to my nose, and take a whiff.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I just had a taste … and now I wanna remember your scent.”
“That’s …”
“Weird?” I raise a brow, lowering the panties.
“Hot,” she muses, surprising me.
A lopsided smile appears on my face as I throw the panties on the nightstand. “I’m not done with your pussy yet.” I pull one of her legs up as I position myself near her entrance. “You ready for me?”
“Again? How? You just came.” Her tongue dips out to lick up some of the cum that was still on her lips. “And Jesus, that was a mother lode.”
I grin. “There’s more where that came from. Now c’mere.” I tug the tie around her wrists and make her touch herself. “Spread those lips for me.”
She fondles herself, spreading her wetness all over, and I take the opportunity to ram in without warning. I love the o shape her mouth makes when she feels my full length inside her, a moan following suit.
“Ho
ly sh—”
I place a finger on her lips. I don’t want her to swear when I’m trying to make her feel good. But when she starts sucking on my finger, I really lose myself in her, and it feels like I’m unable to control my lust.
I grab her leg and thrust in her hard and fast, not giving a shit about the consequences.
“Oh god … fuck me,” she begs, biting her lip.
I respond with more thrusts, and I grasp her tits for good measures too, twisting her nipples while I’m at it. Her soft squeals and groans fill me with a desire to the point of just hammering her. I can’t help that I’m a dirty bastard, but dirty bastards have needs too, and I’m so damn glad she can ease them.
With one hand around her leg and one hand holding the tie that binds her wrists, I plow into her with all I’ve got. She keeps rubbing herself, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head from all the pounding. I know she’s close again. I can feel it, inside her … her walls tightening around me.
“Come for me,” I growl. “Make me feel it.”
Her breath hitches in her throat as she mewls, “I’m so close.”
“Fuck yes, do it,” I groan, going in deep.
Her face scrunches up, and the most delicious shockwaves flow through her and into me. I can feel it … all the way through my dick and further. It’s the best fucking feeling the world. It’s so damn good that I come too.
Plunging into her one final time, I jet my seed deep inside her.
“Fuck …” she hisses, our wetness mingling.
“Yes,” I say, smiling as I slowly pull out after we’re both sated.
Panting, I undo the tie around her wrists and throw it off the bed. Then I lean away and let her lie down on her pillow as I join her by her side. For a while, it’s quiet as we both catch our breath. However, I can’t help but stare at her. She’s beautiful. Sexy. Loves kinky shit. And she has a thing for coffee. I mean, what’s not to love?
There’s just one thing causing an issue here, which I think is exactly what she’s thinking about right now as she stares at the ceiling, refusing to even look at me.
She’s my intern, and I’m her boss.
We’re not supposed to sleep together.
Guess what? Too late.
Chapter 12
Lesley
As soon as I hear the familiar noise of my neighbors throwing shit down the hallway during a fight, I sit up straight in bed. My eyelids slowly part, still crusty from a terrible half-drunken sleep. I fight through the zombie state like it’s a life or death situation.
Why?
Because when I shifted in my spot after drooling in the middle of the night, I clearly, clearly spotted a man lying next to me.
And when I turn my head, he’s still there.
Naked.
I throw the blanket off me and jump out of bed, but when I realize I’m naked too, I cover my pussy with whatever I can find, which in this case is his tie.
“Shit,” I whisper to myself.
He groans, and I pray to god he doesn’t wake up.
Tiptoeing to my closet, I quickly grab a pair of panties, some pants, and a shirt, and I get the hell out of the bedroom.
Panting, I stare at him, still snoring on in my bed.
My fucking bed.
We had sex there.
It’s tainted now.
Fuck, I had sex with TJ Morrows.
I slept with my boss.
I’m insane. This is so wrong. Why did I do this? I should know better than this. But when I woke up in the middle of the night, I thought I’d dreamed it, yet there he is. In the naked, gorgeous flesh.
Pepper suddenly leaves the doggy bed I bought for her and jumps on my legs, almost making me fall. “Pepper, no! Down!” I whisper-yell at her.
I have to actually walk her to the kitchen and give her food before she’ll stop humping my leg for attention.
I really have to mentally prepare myself for what’s in that bedroom, though. After taking a deep breath, I walk back and take a peek. Oh god … I can’t believe he’s really there. That he kissed me and that I kissed him back. My boss. Fuck.
Well, here I am, having a meltdown over what was, I gotta admit, a damn great fuck.
Because that’s just the thing. I know exactly what I did. I can still feel every single thing he did to me. Every single inch of him inside me.
My pussy clenches from the thought of having him there again, and I whisper, “Stop it!” Like that’s going to help.
I wanted him so badly, and now look at what happened. I actually fucked him.
What’s wrong with you, Lesley? You know men can’t be trusted, and he’s your fucking boss. This isn’t going to end well.
Still …
I cock my head.
He does have one giant schlong.
I shake my head, forcing myself to stop looking by turning away and grabbing my own head.
“No, you’re not going to let this happen. No matter how great it was or how good it felt, you’re not doing it again. You’re going to forget about it. Pretend it never happened. So you can keep your job and not get hurt,” I whisper to myself, and I nod.
Then I put on my clothes, grab a pen and paper, and jot down a note for TJ.
I mean, I could kick him out, but that wouldn’t be nice. We had an amazing time last night, and I should let him sleep it off. So I’ll leave a note here and disappear.
I know it’s weird, but I can’t just stay and face him. That’d be more awkward than seeing your dog shit on someone else’s doorstep (Thank you, Pepper).
Anyway, I’ll deal with it Monday. For now, I’ll let him sleep. He looks too cute anyway.
I smile at the memories of him kissing me. It really is too good to be true.
Sighing, I grab a cracker from my kitchen, put Pepper on the leash, and walk out the door. TJ will find his way out eventually.
***
TJ
My own snore wakes me, and I sputter some words I don’t even know the meaning of as I shoot up from the bed. That’s when I realize I’m not in my own home.
Fuck, yes.
A devious grin spreads across my lips.
I did it.
For a second there, I almost thought I’d imagined it, but no, I actually fucking did it.
I had sex with Lesley.
I give myself a mental high five and lick my lips, proud of my achievement even though I know damn well it’s not something to be proud of. I mean, I slept with one of my employees. It can’t get any more wrong than that. But I made my choice last night, and I don’t regret a thing.
However, when I roll over to cuddle, she’s no longer there.
“Oh …” I throw the blanket off me and look around. “Lesley?” She doesn’t respond. “Are you here?”
In my birthday suit, I walk through the living room and peek into the bathroom, wondering if she’s already there, waiting for me to join her. I’d definitely be up for some hot shower sex.
Too bad, because she obviously isn’t there. Not even a whisper can be heard.
Where the fuck did she go?
As I saunter around the room, I suddenly find a note lying on the table that I hadn’t noticed before. It must be from her. I pick it up and read it.
I had to run. I told my best friend I’d meet her today, and I can’t be late. You can leave whenever you want. You don’t need a key; the door closes on its own.
Had a great time. See you at work.
Lesley.
What? No goodbye? No kisses? Not even a lipstick smooch on the back?
What is this? An excuse for her to leave early?
Obviously. I shake my head, snorting. Typical.
She bailed on me. Of course, she did. Who wouldn’t when they discover a sexy, naked dude lying next to them in bed? Exactly.
Except I do kinda miss her.
I expected this to be much smoother. Like breakfast in bed and maybe another round before we parted ways. Okay, maybe not that, but at least a goo
d morning kiss and a proper goodbye.
But this? Nah, this is a sore thank you for whatever it was we did last night.
I knew she was just as hard-pressed about us hooking up as I was, but I didn’t know she’d pull this stunt.
“Well,” I mutter as I open a cabinet in her kitchen and take out a box of cereal. “Guess I’ll have some breakfast alone then.”
One thing’s for sure, though. I’m going to make her feel this one.
I dress and leave everything neat and tidy. Except for one thing, of course … her panties. Because they’re going into my treasure trove.
Chapter 13
Lesley
Hailey and I made plans to meet at her favorite ice-cream shop, so I’ve parked myself on a bench outside the shop to wait. She arrives minutes later, and she buys an ice cream for us both. Only when she comes outside does she notice the dog underneath the table.
“Oh, my god!” she squeals. “You got a dog!” She almost drops the ice cream.
“Be careful!” I say, grabbing mine before it’s on the ground.
“Sorry, I just … oh, my god, it’s so cute!” she says, handing me her ice cream too so she can crawl under the table and pet Pepper.
“And it’s a wiener too!”
“Yup,” I say, rolling my eyes. She always had a thing for dogs. Wish I shared her enthusiasm.
“What’s her name?” she asks.
“Pepper.”
“Hi, Pepper! Aw!”
“What?” I peek under the table to see Pepper lick Hailey’s face. “You know that’s been in people’s crotches?”
“So?”
I snort and shake my head. “You would’ve been much better at this than I am, I can tell.”
“At what?” She comes out from underneath the table. “And how the hell did you get her? Don’t you like … hate dogs?”
“Oh, I do,” I say, handing her back her ice cream.
“Then why did you get her?”
“I didn’t.”
“I’m confused.” She frowns, licking her ice cream.
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