He cleared his throat and waited until I peeked at him over my shoulder. “Are you finished?”
“Only a few more to go.” My mouth was curling into a smile at the same time I noticed the wicked gleam in his eyes.
My Sir was thinking of doing something extremely naughty and I got the feeling he was planning to turn all those dirty thoughts directly on me.
“Put the papers down,” he ordered, his tone rough.
I placed the papers on the top of the filing cabinet, then turned to face him.
He glanced over at my desk, then nodded in that direction. “Move over there.” His voice was rough, as though he was trying to maintain his control and not quite succeeding.
Not sure what he had in mind, I walked over to my desk. Before I could turn around, he was behind me, pushing me face down on the desk. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle either. All my girly parts started to sing.
His body pressed down on me, his lips brushing my neck.
“I need you, Luci.”
His words warmed me as they always did. “I’m yours, Sir. Any way that you want me.”
It was nothing less than the truth. I would give anything to this man.
Warm hands brushed over the backs of my thighs as he pushed my skirt up, baring my ass.
“Such a beautiful ass.” His words rumbled in my ear as he palmed my butt cheeks, squeezing firmly. “Who does this ass belong to?”
“You, Sir.”
His hands dipped between my legs, his fingers slipping between my pussy lips.
“And who does your pussy belong to?”
“You, Sir.” I was panting at this point, eager for him to take me right here on my desk. I didn’t even care that all my bosses were in their offices, or that Jordan was at the front.
His weight disappeared, but his hands did not. He once again palmed both of my butt cheeks, kneading them with his fingers. His breaths were coming in as fast as mine.
“Spread your legs wide for me,” he insisted.
I did as he instructed, widening my stance while I remained bent over my desk. I felt his shirt brush the backs of my thighs as he knelt behind me.
“You’re wet, sweet girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” I was definitely wet. I hadn’t expected this from him and quite frankly, I liked the rough treatment, the way he dominated me, taking what he wanted.
His fingers separated my pussy lips and then his tongue was teasing me, pushing inside me as he groaned. When he turned his attention to my clit, I pressed my hips back, enjoying everything he was giving me.
He swatted my ass, making me yelp.
“Do not move.”
My body was trembling, but I fought the urge to press back against him when his tongue resumed its feast. He lapped at me, his hands still roaming over my ass, squeezing my flesh as though he was trying to hold himself back.
When he finally stood, I was panting and moaning, urging him to take me.
“Stay just like that,” he commanded.
I did.
I heard him moving behind me, but I wasn’t sure what he was doing. A minute or two later, he was lubing my ass with his fingers, pushing in, retreating. It felt so good for him to take me like this. I hadn’t expected it and I figured that was what made it even more erotic.
Ben’s door opened just as I felt the head of Sir’s cock press against my asshole. Okay. So that was how he wanted to play it.
“I need your ass,” he growled as he pushed his hips forward. “Relax for me, pet. Let me fuck this little ass.”
“Please, Sir. Please fuck my ass.” The words just came out. I didn’t necessarily mean to speak them aloud, but I couldn’t help myself. I was so caught up in the moment, in his demanding tone.
Another door opened and then another. I knew Ben, Justin, and Master were all watching Sir fuck my ass while I was laid out over my desk, my skirt hiked up. Even thinking about it made me hot.
He smacked my left butt cheek, making me groan as pleasure darted up my spine. His hand landed on my right cheek.
“Oh, God, Sir…please…”
“Squeeze my dick, sweet girl. Make your master come in your ass.”
His words spurred me on, driving me closer to the edge. I’d never come from being fucked like this before. Not only like this, anyway. Usually it was double penetration or after he’d worked me into a frenzy, so I was surprised that I was racing to the edge, my body trembling as the fire ignited in my veins.
Sir slammed into me, taking me harder than he’d ever taken me before. I knew without a doubt that I’d be sore when he was finished, but I didn’t care. I wanted this. I wanted him to stake his claim, to take me like a man who needed nothing more than me.
