Leather and Lace

by Landish, Lauren

  “And what part is that?” he asks, though he knows the answer.

  I realize he wants me to say it. I lift my chin, meeting his eyes directly, and I find the strength in my core that I always need for this. “A whore.”

  He grins ferally at my use of the filthy word, like he likes it. His eyes bore into mine, lengthening the heavy moment and making me feel exposed, and though I’d die before admitting it, turning me on. The heat of my anger is morphing inside me, fraying around the edges and curling into an almost painful need. I can feel the weight of him even without actual contact, as if my skin yearns to touch his. This is what I felt yesterday, but amped up so much more.

  “If I don’t ask you questions, can I tell you what I know, Arianna?” he whispers huskily.

  I bite my lip but give the slightest of nods.

  His delight at the victory is in the tilt of his lips. “I know that you are a brilliant woman with a mind for business. I know that you are capable of speaking your mind, even when it borders on dangerous. I know that you see possibilities where others see risk.” His eyes dip down before lifting to meet mine once again. “I know that your nipples are hard. I know that your pussy is wet for me. And I know that my cock is throbbing for you.”

  Everything he said is true, both the mental compliments and the physical realities. He steps closer, and I can finally feel the searing connection of our skin. It’s heavenly bliss but also hell because it’s so fucking hot. I vaguely wonder if it’s this hot through the filter of our clothing, would our naked bodies would simply spontaneously combust on contact? My pussy clenches at the thought, and I barely hold back the whimper in my throat.

  “So tell me, Arianna. You may not be a whore, but what are you? Are you a woman who wants to see where this might lead, what’s behind door number one?” He places his hands on the door behind me, one on either side of my head, caging me in. “Or are you a woman who wants to play it safe? Tell me, doll.”

  At first, I don’t say anything, truly contemplating my sexual choices for the first time in years. I made a decision a long time ago as a girl, in response to other’s critiques, but I’m different, stronger now. Or maybe I’m weaker, because he definitely makes me consider giving in and just bending over his desk so he can take me. The sexy image makes my breath hitch, and I know he’s scanning my face, looking for any hint of my thoughts.

  At the last instant, a quiet little voice inside me whispers, lending me strength. Remember, you’re saving yourself. You don’t need to sell yourself short.

  Liam tilts his hips against me, and I can’t help but moan softly, my eyes rolling at the grinding pleasure. Liam quirks an eyebrow, and I clear my throat. I shouldn’t tell him. Nobody knows, not even my best friend, Daisy. But I can’t help myself.

  With the last shreds of my strength and confidence, I place my hands on his chest and look him in the eyes. “I’m not a whore. I’m a virgin.”

  Chapter 4

  Liam

  “I’m a virgin.”

  The words hit me with the power of a supercharged lighting bolt. This sweet, sexy little angel in front of me is a virgin? Pure and untouched? You’d never know it with how flirty she is. Yesterday, she played with me like a kitten with a string.

  She’s almost breathless, aroused at my question, and I can see the tremulous pride in her shoulders. She’s been hiding it, pretending to be the flirty little vixen. But she wants me to fuck her, even if she doesn’t fully realize it yet. I can see it in her eyes.

  “Are you telling me the truth, Arianna?” I hiss, still a seed of doubt in my head as I wonder if this is a game she’s playing.

  She nods, more confident this time. “Yes.” And I see the raw honesty of her answer.

  I bite my lip to hold in the groan but lean back a bit, letting my cock tent my pants and doing nothing to hide it. Let her see what she does to me. We both know she wants it. “Yes, sir,” I correct her.

  “Yes, sir,” she repeats, looking at me through her lashes. “I’ve never had sex before.”

  “That’s hard to believe,” I challenge her. “You were very convincing yesterday.”

  “It’s the truth,” she says before her confidence falters. “I don't know why I’m telling you this. I’ve never told anyone.” I can see the thought of running blooming in her eyes, and I circumvent her.

  I press back closer, not touching her but just shy of it as I lean to her ear, letting the quiet of my whisper soften the filthy words I say to her. “You’ve never even had a man eat that sweet little pussy? Felt his fingers plunge into you until you were fucking his hand?”

  She squirms a little, and I can tell she’s thinking about it. “No. I’ve never even touched a man’s dick before.” My own cock jumps at the words on her lips, but I ignore it for the time being, keeping my focus on Arianna and the things I could do to her, make her feel.

  “And would you like for me to give you that opportunity? To show you what it feels like to have my tongue dance on your clit until you scream in ecstasy . . . before I sink first my fingers and then my cock in that virgin pussy?”

  She squirms more, a flush coming to her cheeks, and she looks so fucking sexy. I’m feeding the naughty side of her, tempting her, teasing her. We both want it. She just has to say yes.

  “It would be inappropriate,” she manages, her breathing heavy. “On so many levels.”

  “I’m an inappropriate person on so many dirty, wonderful levels,” I retort with a grin. Fuck, I can almost picture sucking on her pretty pink pussy. I’d have her chasing my tongue and begging me to never stop. “Are you sure?”

  “I–I–I’m saving myself,” she admits, looking down into her lap.

  “For whom?” I ask, interested. Is she dating someone? He must be a weak asshole if he hasn’t claimed her yet. More importantly, she must not want him if I can push her buttons so easily, and yet she seems so surprised by her body’s every response. I want these breathy sighs for my own, her orgasm at my hand, no one else’s. Just mine.

  Arianna whimpers again, biting her lip. “The perfect man. My future husband.”

  Oh, my sweet doll . . . so innocent. And so sexy. “I don’t know if the perfect man exists, but there’s a man who can make your eyes roll back in your head, a man who can make you scream so hard you forget who you are, a man who can make you want to be fucked so badly that you’ll do anything to have it.”

  Her chest is heaving, her eyes almost glazed over as her lip trembles, and if I pushed the issue . . . I could have her now. “And you know who that man is?” I growl, leaning back. “That man is me.”

  But I realize I want more than just a quick fuck in my office. I want more than her cherry. I want her everything. It’s been so long since I had to chase, to earn it . . . and when I do, it’ll be so much sweeter.

  She’s quivering, practically shaking in her skin. “Mr. Blackstone . . . Liam . . . sir . . .”

  No, my sweet little doll. It’s not going to be that easy. Not for either of us.

  I trace my fingertips down her cheek and along her jawline. She lifts her chin unconsciously, seeking my lips, but I hold back, teasing us both and letting it build. “Do you feel that electricity shooting through you, Arianna? Just from my touch along your silky skin?” I let my fingers drift lower with my words, from her neck down to her collarbone.

  She arches her back in answer, not realizing what she’s begging for, but I take advantage of the shudder that rushes through her, leaving the relative safety of her shoulder and dropping my hand to her thigh. I grab a firm handful, letting her know I’m there before caressing up to her ass.

  “This ass pressed against my cock drove me wild yesterday. You may not have answered the question, but I will. I jacked off last night to thoughts of you, your dark hair twisted up in my fist as I plunged into your hot pink slit, the feel of your slick wetness coating me in your cream. I pumped my cock, rock-hard for you, up and down . . . up and down . . .”

  I trail off, realizing that
she’s working her hips along me with my words, mimicking what I say. And though it feels amazing, and I could come from that alone right now, this is about her, not me. I want to make her come like she never has before, pressed right against my door and under my hand.

  Her rocking motion has inched her skirt up her thighs, and now I can feel more of her heated flesh. I let my fingers roam higher too, until I feel the lacy edge of her panties. I growl when I discover how soaked she is. “Fuck, doll. You’re dripping for me. I’m going to be the one who fills this sweet virgin pussy first.”

  She tenses slightly but doesn’t resist. I want her at ease, though, so I reassure her. “Not today, not like this, but soon, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, to fill you with my fat cock.”

  I almost expect her to sass back with some sharp retort, but a glance at her face tells me that she’s far too gone for thoughtful dialogue. Her mouth hangs open, panting for breath, and her eyes are closed, lost to the new sensations I’m piling onto her body.

  I dip a finger inside her panties, getting instantly covered in her honey, and let my finger run from her opening to her clit and back, slow and easy so she doesn’t spook. She cries out, and I cover her mouth with my own, silencing her pleasure with a kiss.

  Her hands weave into my hair, pulling me into her, and she kisses me back passionately. Our tongues tangle as we devour each other, sharing breath and space with the ease of long-time lovers and the fire of first-time fuckers.

  I pull back, needing oxygen and needing her. Meeting her eyes, I tell her, “Another time, another place, I’m going to have you screaming my name to the heavens above. I’ll teach you that heaven is being impaled on my cock and riding me until your heart feels like it’s ready to explode. But this time . . . you have to be silent.”

  She nods but finally finds herself enough to speak. “Mighty confident in yourself, aren’t you?”

  I smirk, glad she’s with me and not wholly lost to the waves of pleasure sweeping her body. “You have no idea, Arianna. I have a deal for you. Let me touch you, show you that I can give you pleasure you’ve only dreamed of. I promise I will let you walk out that door still a virgin, but one who knows the amazing things her body can do.”

  She’s bucking her hips against the air, searching for something she doesn’t understand yet. Suddenly, she freezes and narrows her eyes at me. “And the secretary job?”

  Smart girl. Good girl.

  Her brains turn me on even more than her body, if that’s possible. I take her chin in my hand, forcing her eyes to mine so she sees me clearly. I growl, “This has nothing to do with that. You are not a whore, Arianna, and I never thought you were. I think we both know that job was yours when you walked in the door this morning. And this—us, one way or the other—doesn’t change that for you.” I want her to come to me freely, to want me and want what I can do to her, not want what I can do for her career. She seems to feel the same way and is soothed by my blunt words.

  “Yes, Liam . . . sir. Please.” Her sweet surrender, the breathy sigh of her acquiescence, is music to my ears and dynamite to my lust.

  I drop my hands to the hem of her skirt, lifting it so it bunches around her waist. The first sight of her panty-covered pussy has my cock throbbing so hard I have to squeeze it to stop myself from coming. She’s soaked through, red lacy panties that are so naughty . . . but I know what’s underneath is untouched. Reaching up, I hook her waistband while staring in her eyes. “Let me see your pretty little pussy.”

  She reaches down, taking my hands in hers for a moment before submitting and letting me tug her panties down. I push them down her sexy thighs and beyond her knees before they fall to the floor and she steps out of them. I fight the urge to drop to my knees to taste her, knowing that it’d be too much, too soon, but thankfully, the sweet, musky scent of her arousal envelops me and I’m drawn to seek out the source.

  I slide my knee between hers, forcing her legs to spread wide and expose her pussy to the cool air of the room. She gasps, arching, and I hear the wet sound of her drenched lips spreading for me.

  I let my finger skim her pussy again, from opening to clit and back around, making loops around her sensitive core but never staying exactly where she wants me. I want to drive her wild with desire, so much so that she forgets her self-imposed rules and gives in to what we both want so badly. She moans, and I remind her, hot breath in her ear, “Shh . . . quiet. We don’t want people outside to hear your pleasure. That’s mine . . . yours . . . ours.”

  She bites her lip, trying hard to obey. I give in too, focusing my attention on her hard clit, feeling her heartbeat pulsing as she gets higher and higher, closer to coming on my hand. “Is this where you want me? Right here on your little clit, rubbing it hard and fast to get you off like a naughty girl in my office against the door?”

  “Fuck, Liam, I’m close. It’s different . . .feels so good . . .had no idea . . .” She rambles and my ego swells at the mess I’m making of her. Arianna Hunnington coming undone is one of the most spectacularly beautiful sights I’ve ever had the pleasure to witness.

  Needing to see the full breadth of her undoing, I order her, “That’s it, doll. Come for me. Let that pretty virgin pussy come all over my fingers and coat me with your sweet-girl cum.”

  She shudders, crying out, and I cover her lips with a kiss. She’s not aware enough to kiss me back, but I keep kissing her open mouth, muffling her sexy noises. I can feel the throbbing pull as her pussy clenches emptily, wanting to be filled, but I let her ride out her orgasm with my fingers still blurring on her clit, drawing as much pleasure as I can out of her body. “Oh, God,” she moans, coming back to Earth.

  I slow my attention to her clit, then lift my fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean and finally getting to taste her. “Fuck, you taste like candy, doll. I want to eat you up.”

  She can see that I’m considering dropping to my knees to do just that, and she stops me, a bit of awkwardness taking her body. “Mr. Blackstone. Uhm . . . Liam?”

  I grin. “Arianna, I think you can call me Liam, considering what we just did.”

  She smirks, fire returning to her eyes as the haze of lust clears. “Fair enough, sir,” she says, sassing me with the name I told her to call me as we began. I nod, letting her know that works too, and her smile grows exponentially. “Liam, that was . . . wow.”

  “That was only the beginning, a perfect start to more.” I cup her face in my hands, giving her a series of soft kisses to soften her up. “Come work for me as my secretary. Let me teach you the business side you want to know, and let me show you the wonders your body is capable of.”

  I see a flash in her eyes, so fast I’m not sure if I imagined it. “And what if I only want the business lessons? Only want those experiences to further my career?”

  My heart stops as my eyes lock on hers, wide with shock. Really? After coming like a damn freight train on my hand, she thinks to deny that? Deny herself and me of that pleasure, all for some Prince Charming fantasy she dreamed up as a child?

  I hate the thought of it and honestly don’t know if I can handle being in an office every day with her without touching her, but I’m a gentleman on occasion, and this is one of the situations that requires that of me. I step back, mourning the loss of contact. “If that’s what you want, Arianna.”

  She follows my steps, matching me and pressing her curves against mine once again as she wraps her arms around my neck. “That’s not what I want, but I needed to be sure.”

  I look at her in confusion for a second and then her smile and words click. “It was a test? You’re testing me.” She looks a bit abashed but nods. “Doll, I’ll let that one pass because I understand why, but do not test me again. I’ll keep that in mind when we begin your lessons tomorrow.” I let her wonder if I mean business or physical, but honestly, I plan on testing her limits for both. “You have two weeks left of your internship, during which you need to impress me enough to procure an offer of fall employment. If yo
u were to work for me, you’d learn more at my side than your university would teach you in years, so I’d think you’d want that opportunity. I have two weeks to impress you too, enough to get between those sweet thighs and fill that untouched pussy with my cock. I know that would be an experience neither of us would ever forget, so I definitely want that honor. The two are not mutually inclusive or exclusive but exist as co-goals for us both. Understood?”

  She smiles back, a full grin that lets me know the game is on. Luckily for me, I’m a damn good player and I’m not afraid to cheat if it wins me what I want . . . her. Body, mind, and soul. “Deal,” she says, sealing her fate and making a deal with the devil.

  “Okay, Ms. Hunnington,” I say, emphasizing her name to let her know we’re working in the professional realm now. “Please check in with Jacob on the way out. He can give you the appropriate contracts to sign for working at this level. I trust you can go over the contracts yourself?”

  She nods. “Yes, Mr. Blackstone. Of course.”

  “Good. Then spend the afternoon with Jacob doing that and whatever else he needs. I’m afraid I’m out of the office this afternoon so I won’t be able to hold your hand as you adjust to your new role.” Every word is clipped and professional, but my cocky grin is full of mischief.

  And the clock begins on what promises to be an interesting two weeks.

  Chapter 5

  Arianna

  Dear Diary,

  When I was twelve, I had butter for the first time. Oh, sure, my mother had put plenty of yellow stuff on top of bread, mashed potatoes, all that. But it was margarine or some other substitute.