Tales of Darkness & Sin: An Anthology

by Pepper Winters

  A languid feeling hits me the moment he catches them in the palms of his massive hands. “Perfect,” he murmurs, just before running his thumbs over my nipples and drawing a gasp of pleasure out of me. “I’m going to devour every inch of you, Chelsea. I hope you’re ready.”

  “Oh, I am,” I murmur right back, reaching for his suit jacket. He has me stripped down to my panties, but he’s still completely dressed.

  He toys with my breasts until he has to stop to shuck his jacket, then he grabs them again. He teases my nipples, seeming to enjoy every small noise he drags out of me. My fingers move unsteadily as I slip each button through its hole. Finally, his dress shirt falls open.

  A chord of arousal is pulled so tautly within me, I need to come like I’ve never needed it before, but dammit, I want him naked. Maybe it’s the unsteadiness of my fingers, a gleam in my eye, or the flush in my cheeks, but he seems to understand my need so he decides to help me. The stark white undershirt he wears beneath his suit is still obstructing my view, so he drags it over his head and tosses it.

  I sigh with relief, placing both of my hands on his hard, muscled chest and drinking in the sight of him shirtless. Looking isn’t enough, touching isn’t enough—I need to taste him. I need to feel his warm skin beneath my lips.

  I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling our bodies close enough to touch while I tilt my head and kiss every inch from his neck to the ball of his shoulder. God, he tastes so good. His hands make their way to my hair and he slides his fingers through the carefully curled tresses. I start to kiss him lower, desperate to run my tongue over his nipples, but he stops me before I can. His grip on my hair tightens and he uses it to pull me back, then he looks down at me and chides, “Ah, ah, ah. Someone’s being greedy. It’s my turn to have a taste.”

  He walks me backward, grabbing the office chair with his free hand and turning it. He wheels it just a little closer and I feel the soft material against the backs of my legs.

  “Sit.”

  I release a breath and sit carefully since he still has a fistful of my hair. He releases it once my butt settles in the seat, tenderly caressing the spot he’d been holding as if to make nice after the teeny bit of roughness.

  I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I keep my eyes locked onto him, my breath baited because I can’t wait to find out.

  Foster kneels on the ground, his gaze never leaving mine as he does. He pulls my legs apart so he can climb between them, then slowly rubs my outer thighs.

  Anticipation causes my heart to pound wildly in my chest. He slides his hands up toward my hips and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my flimsy lace panties. “Lift your ass.”

  I release a breath, bracing my feet against the cool floor and pushing my butt up so Foster can drag my panties down my legs. My skin heats even though he can already see most of me.

  Now he can see everything.

  When he draws the panties off, he doesn’t toss them along with the other clothes like I expect him to. He stuffs them into his pocket, giving me a wolfish grin.

  “I’ll be keeping those.”

  My face heats even more. I feel a twinge of embarrassment but much more pleasure at the thought of him keeping my panties. Looking at them later and remembering this.

  My heart jumps as he suddenly pulls me forward until my ass hangs over the edge of the seat. He crawls forward and drapes my long legs over his shoulders. His hand snakes behind my body, brushing my bare lower back and then pressing lower as he positions me where he wants me—with my exposed pussy right in front of his mouth.

  Oh, God, is he going to…?

  He does. I cry out as his mouth latches onto me and instinctively try to pull my legs closed. His strong arm locks around one thigh, catching it before I can. He spreads my legs wider, keeping that thigh trapped and wrapping his other hand around my hip to hold onto me.

  It’s a good thing, too, because when he pushes his tongue into me, I nearly fly off the chair.

  “Foster,” I say on a gasp, grabbing onto the padded arms of the office chair.

  He’s gentle at first, exploring this new area of my body, listening to the way I respond to him so he knows his way around. He, too, is a fast learner. It takes him maybe a minute to figure out just where to lick to make my legs shake, to master the exact right speed and pressure. He dominates my pussy the same way he dominated my mouth when he kissed me.

  I was already so wound up from riding his thigh, I can’t hold on for long. He doesn’t let me. He drives me straight over the edge, grabbing my hand and holding it as I cry out his name and come apart in Daddy’s office chair.

  My body is boneless in the aftermath. Foster unlatches and looks at me, but I close my eyes, soaking up the incredible feeling.

  He doesn’t let me rest for long. He pulls me to my feet but I don’t have all the strength back in my legs yet, so I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his firm, muscled chest.

  “Thank you,” I murmur.

  I feel a rumble as he chuckles, tenderly petting my hair. “Such good manners.”

  “Mm-hmm. Keep an eye on your mailbox; you’ll be getting a card, too.”

  Foster kisses my head, then he gently tugs me away from him, his gaze traveling down my body. Once he’s sure I’m steady on my feet, he lets me go.

  I’m still feeling a little spacey, but some of my focus comes back when his hand drops to his waistband and he begins unbuckling his belt.

  I thought I was sated, but the sight of him undoing his pants triggers a new strain of desire. I don’t know if he wants me to suck him first or not, so I look to him for direction. “Do you still want me on the desk?”

  He nods as he draws his belt off, tossing it behind him. Then he steps forward and starts gathering my hair in his hand, making a ponytail to wrap around his fist. My heart skitters with excitement and nerves as he uses it to guide me closer to the desk. He pushes me forward until my tummy and breasts are smashed against the cold, hard surface, then he lets go of my hair. He grabs my hips, running his hands down them before commanding, “Hold onto the edge of the desk.”

  I do as he says, grabbing the front edge of the desk as he smoothes a hand over the curve of my butt and gives it a little squeeze. I love feeling his hands on me. I close my eyes and sigh a little.

  I get so caught up in the gentle, lovely feeling of him caressing my ass, I’m not at all prepared when his fingers slide inward and graze my slit. I take a deeper breath and let it out, but he does it again and again. The feather-light caress feels incredible. A shiver shoots down my spine every time he touches me that way.

  Two blunt fingers delve deeper, seeking access. I sigh happily when they push inside me. I’m already soaked, just the way he wanted me, so even though it’s a tight fit, his fingers sink deeper without much resistance.

  I can’t believe this is finally happening. I’ve been fantasizing about what it would be like between us for so long, and now he really has me bent over Daddy’s desk with his fingers soaked in my arousal.

  He withdraws them, but only to get out of his pants. I wait, spread out on the desk for him, trying not to feel awkward knowing he could be looking at every intimate inch of my body.

  I hear the telltale crinkle as he rips open a packet and I know he’s putting on a condom. Then his hands are on me again. He moves up close behind me, aligning his cock against my entrance. I gasp as the tip of it pushes into me, my grip on the edge of the desk tightening.

  “Foster, wait.”

  I feel the tension in the air as he stills. “What?” he demands, his deep voice made even huskier as he struggles to keep himself from pushing deeper.

  I feel so vulnerable asking, but I can’t shake the desire even knowing it’s a little crazy. “Will you… will you take the condom off?”

  Dead silence. My heart pounds so hard in my chest, I’m certain the mahogany wood I’m draped across can feel it. Finally, his voice cuts through the silence like a whip. “Why?”

/>   “It’s our first time. I… I don’t want anything between us.”

  He doesn’t say anything right away, but finally he says, “I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before. It’s reckless.”

  I peek over my shoulder at him. “That only makes me want it more.”

  His eyes narrow and I can see him considering it. It’s a crazy request and he’d be crazy to grant it, but man, I hope he does. I want to feel every bare inch of him straining to fit inside me. I don’t want a layer of protection getting in the way.

  “Come on, Foster,” I say, a little playful teasing in my tone. “Be crazy with me.”

  Foster sighs, shaking his head at me and pulling out. Despite his grumbling, he reaches down and peels the lubed up rubber off his dick. “Your father’s going to fucking kill me.”

  I grin at him. “You’re the best.”

  Still shaking his head, he takes my hip in one hand and his dick in the other, pushing the tip back into me. “Hold on tight.”

  I barely get my hands on the edge of the desk before he drives into me. I cry out in surprise. I expected he’d take his time and go slow, but instead he claims me with one long, deep thrust. He pauses there for a split second and lets out a growl, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of my hair.

  “Jesus Christ, Chelsea,” he mutters, like it’s my fault—whatever it is. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I don’t know if I’m so tight or he’s just so… massive, but I can definitely feel him filling me all the way up. He pulls on my hair and tugs me off the desk a few inches as he eases back out, then he thrusts forward again. Another low sound emanates from his throat as he mutters another curse.

  The friction is delicious as he does it again and again, picking up the pace with every thrust. He keeps cursing at me, but I kind of love it.

  He finally has to let go of my hair to hold onto my hips because even though I’m holding on as tight as I can, the force of his thrusts keeps throwing me around the desk. When his hands lock onto my hips, I don’t move again. He holds me where he wants me and fucks me so brutally I know I’ll be sore tomorrow. And God, I can’t wait. Every time I move, I’ll feel the evidence that he was inside me tonight.

  The friction of his bare cock rubbing against my walls as he fucks me is incredible. There’s no feeling in the world like being possessed by Foster. Nothing that even comes close.

  I’m coming close, though. I didn’t expect to come again, but as he angles his hips and drives into me at a slightly different angle, I feel him driving me closer and closer to the edge. I grip the desk until my knuckles turn white, my body straining as I meet him thrust for thrust.

  “Oh, God. Please, Foster.” I cry out senseless pleas for pleasure he’s already going to give me, but every sense feels like it’s on fire.

  I lick my lips and taste the salty tang of sweat I’ve worked up from being fucked. His cock hits the spot where I’m most sensitive and a strangled cry slips out of me. He hits it again and again, his thrusts coming faster and harder. I can’t stop crying out, my legs shaking as he drives into me.

  “Foster!” I scream his name as he plunges me over the edge into ecstasy.

  A growl rips from his throat as he buries himself as deep as he can and lets go. When I feel him come inside me, I sigh with a strange kind of relief, like all is finally right in the world.

  I can’t move. I feel bad that he has to stand. My legs couldn’t do that right now if my life depended on it. For a split second, I wonder if I should scoot over and he could lie down on the desk with me.

  My face is smooshed against the desk but I’m too fulfilled to care about looking stupid. “That was incredible.”

  Foster runs a gentle hand over my ass as he carefully pulls out of my body. Mimicking what I said earlier, he murmurs, “I’m glad you approve.”

  I grin, finally moving my head so I can look back at him. “I like you.”

  A short laugh escapes him. “I fucking hope so.”

  “I do,” I murmur sleepily, filled up with happiness. “And I want to do this again. Can you stay a little longer, or do you have to go straight home?”

  “I can stay, but I’m going to need a few minutes,” he tells me, gesturing vaguely to his dick.

  “That’s fine.”

  I finally peel myself off the desk. I’m all sticky from sweating and my body left an imprint on the glossy surface. I make a note to clean it the instant Foster leaves… but I hope that’s not soon.

  He’s bending to collect his clothes when I hop down off the desk and look at him. I’m feeling very lovey in the afterglow of that second orgasm—somehow it was even more intense than the first—and I move closer, pushing my fingers through his hair and curling my body close to his.

  Foster drops the arm full of clothes off to the side and wraps the other around my waist to hug me back. He’s sweaty too, but I don’t care, I just want to hold him.

  “I think for round two we should move to my bedroom,” I tell him.

  “Your bedroom?” He pulls back to look down at me, his dark eyebrow cocked skeptically. “Your father’s already going to kill me, now you want to defile your bedroom, too?”

  I shrug. “If you’re going to die, we might as well make sure it was worth it.”

  His lips curve up in amusement, his eyes glistening with tenderness. “You make a good point.”

  “I usually do.” I flash him a smile as I move out of his embrace. I collect my own clothes off the ground, then I walk over and take his hand.

  This time, I lead him up the stairs to my bedroom.

  And he lets me.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Foster

  Mondays are typically hell.

  But not this Monday. After having Chelsea Parker in every way I could twist her young, flexible body over the weekend, I’m feeling invigorated, eager to tackle the day. It took everything in me to watch her walk into Ryan’s office this morning rather than following me into mine. My dick has been uncomfortably stiff in my slacks. Annoying considering only hours ago, I had her up against the wall in my shower. After sinking into her hot, perfect body Friday night, I knew I couldn’t have a taste and move on. No, I was addicted. And if I didn’t want my ass shot by her father, I had to get her back to my place where we were free to fuck without interruption.

  “Sir,” my secretary says from the doorway, “you have a call on line one. Mr. Parker.”

  I try not to cringe. All morning I’ve been avoiding Mason’s calls to my cell. But the man is relentless. If I don’t take the call, he’ll show up unannounced and I can’t have him witness firsthand the way his daughter morphs me into a feral, hungry beast.

  “Send the call to me. And will you ask Ryan to come see me as well?”

  She nods. “Sure thing, Mr. Foster.”

  I pick up the receiver on my desk. “Hello, Mason.”

  “He does know how to use a phone,” Mason says with a chuckle. “Asshole. Why have you been avoiding my calls?”

  “Busy,” I lie. “What’s up?”

  “I wanted to talk to you about Chelsea.”

  The line goes quiet. Guilt claws up my throat, choking me. I’m unable to find words to reply back to him with. How the fuck does he know?

  “I, uh, Mason let me—”

  “That bad, huh? Fuck.” He huffs out a breath of air making the line crackle. “She’s been tightlipped about the job. I’d really hoped she’d work out.”

  The job.

  Oh.

  That.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, composing myself and finding my voice. “I’m a little distracted with another employee at the moment, who I’m about to send packing. Chelsea, though, is working out great. She was made for this job. It becomes clearer each day. In fact, she’s saved this company from crumbling right in the palm of my hand.”

  Ryan lingers outside my door, chatting it up to my secretary, not at all onto the fact I’m about to hand his ass to him.

  “No shit?” M
ason says with a chuckle. “She’s always been a go-getter and we’re proud of her, but I know you’re harder to please.”

  Your daughter pleases me endlessly.

  “I…Mason, she’s a great employee. Truly.” Grow some fucking balls, man, and tell him what you did. “Chelsea is an incredible woman. Smart, sassy, beautiful.”

  “Young,” he adds in a gruff tone, quickly interpreting the direction of my words. “She’s young, Foster.”

  “I understand that.”

  “Tell me you aren’t…” he trails off.

  “Mase, I need to ask you something.”

  “I’d rather you didn’t.”

  I can almost imagine him on the other line, frowning much like his daughter does when she’s unhappy. A bloom of warmth swells inside my chest. “Do you trust me?”

  He sighs. “Unfortunately.”

  “Have I ever purposefully hurt you or done anything without regard to your feelings?”

  “No.”

  I pause, wondering if I want to take this step. This past weekend was filled with great sex. It was also filled with laughter, long conversations into the night, and affection, all of which I’ve never wanted or been a part of in my miserable existence. Chelsea breathes life into the husk that I was, reanimating the man I always craved to be but never knew how to. She makes me yearn for a life where she remains in it. For a man who has only ever truly loved his best friend, Chelsea makes me believe I have room in my heart for more.

  “Foster,” Mason urges. “Just say it already.”

  I thought I could stay away from her. And, while at work, that may be true. However, once I tasted of her forbidden fruit on Friday, it became impossible to ignore her any longer.

  I want her.

  Plain and simple.

  For how long?

  It’ll have to be more than just a weekend fling. She’s too sweet and unique and a fucking catch for anything other than something serious. I’m not sure I’m even capable of giving a girl like Chelsea Parker what she deserves. But I sure plan to try.