privilege of taking a shower, the next privilege you lose will be leaving with your whore costumes. How about you use that feeble little mind of yours and figure out what it is you should do next. I’ll even give you a clue: It doesn’t involve speaking. Or staying.” I smile at her sad face in the mirror. But only for less than a second, because the second after that, she is gone. And ten after that, I hear the front door slam shut.
I, however, have yet to move. Still, I stand, feeling now, thankfully, blessedly, nothing. Staring at a man in the mirror.
A man I don’t know.
A man no one should spend much time getting to know.
My appointment with Lexy and her OBGYN is in two hours. Summer comes sauntering into my office in the tightest, reddest, shortest dress I’ve ever seen. But it’s the six-inch black heels and her tanned curvy legs that had my eyes doing a double take.
“Where were you at last night? I know you haven’t been home a single day this week, Liam. I know you’ve been sleeping here in Manhattan, now I want to know with who. Because it’s not been with me.”
Her eyes pin to mine, and she does the cutest thing. Her hands, plop onto her hips and she begins tapping her toe. I chuckle around a cough, trying and possibly failing at hiding my amusement. “Baby girl, when I finish in the evenings, if it’s late and I’ve had too much, yes, I do forgo the hour and a half drive home to my wife. Yes, I accept the convenience of sleeping here in Manhattan.” After I’ve stood and made my way around my desk and I’m standing toe to toe with her, my hands cup her face and bring it up to mine. “How many times do I have to tell you, you’re all I need? I drove by your penthouse last night after we left McClearn’s. I circled the block four fucking times, Summer. Do you know how fucking hard my cock was? Do you know how much I fucking needed you?” My hands fist her hair and yank with more force than I initially planned on using. But the memory of me driving by last night. Looking up like a fucking idiot snaps something inside me.
Something mean. And dark.
“I needed you, you fucking little slut, and where were you at? Huh?” I growl, but not before biting into the flesh of her neck so hard I taste blood. I lick the barely broken skin, laving and suckling the sting away. I feel her body responding and pressing against me. My palms grasp at her breasts covered in the silk blousy material of her dress. I squeeze and pull until I feel the fabric snap and hear the buttons scattering across the hardwood floor of my office. Her hands pull at my slacks, fumbling with my belt buckle. After I have her offensive red dress rid of it’s buttons, I rip the sash from her waist and push her hands away from my zipper. Less than one second later my cock is free and my hands are circling her wrists and spinning her around, before shoving her face first over my desk.
I stand back, with one hand stroking my cock and the other still holding her prone against the desk by her hands pinned at the small of her back. I move the hand stroking my cock and place it on her ass, then I revel in the feel of her smooth flesh there, under my callous palm. “Dirty fucking slut. That’s all you are. MY little cum-slut. My little fuck-doll. Say it, Summer. Tell me what you like me to call you. Tell me your favorite.”
I move to stand behind her, and I don’t need to test her, I don’t need to touch her pussy to know how wet it is. I don’t need to rub her clit with my thumb as I test her opening with my index and middle fingers. I don’t need to because I already know how wet she is. I already know because I can hear it, every damn time she rubs her legs together. I align myself at her entrance and smirk when her wet thighs touch me. “Dirty fucking little girl. Tell me your favorite. Or I walk the fuck away. Right now.” I growl as I bit her bare shoulder and press the head of my cock in less than an inch, before
I, however, have yet to move. Still, I stand, feeling now, thankfully, blessedly, nothing. Staring at a man in the mirror.
A man I don’t know.
A man no one should spend much time getting to know.
My appointment with Lexy and her OBGYN is in two hours. Summer comes sauntering into my office in the tightest, reddest, shortest dress I’ve ever seen. But it’s the six-inch black heels and her tanned curvy legs that had my eyes doing a double take.
“Where were you at last night? I know you haven’t been home a single day this week, Liam. I know you’ve been sleeping here in Manhattan, now I want to know with who. Because it’s not been with me.”
Her eyes pin to mine, and she does the cutest thing. Her hands, plop onto her hips and she begins tapping her toe. I chuckle around a cough, trying and possibly failing at hiding my amusement. “Baby girl, when I finish in the evenings, if it’s late and I’ve had too much, yes, I do forgo the hour and a half drive home to my wife. Yes, I accept the convenience of sleeping here in Manhattan.” After I’ve stood and made my way around my desk and I’m standing toe to toe with her, my hands cup her face and bring it up to mine. “How many times do I have to tell you, you’re all I need? I drove by your penthouse last night after we left McClearn’s. I circled the block four fucking times, Summer. Do you know how fucking hard my cock was? Do you know how much I fucking needed you?” My hands fist her hair and yank with more force than I initially planned on using. But the memory of me driving by last night. Looking up like a fucking idiot snaps something inside me.
Something mean. And dark.
“I needed you, you fucking little slut, and where were you at? Huh?” I growl, but not before biting into the flesh of her neck so hard I taste blood. I lick the barely broken skin, laving and suckling the sting away. I feel her body responding and pressing against me. My palms grasp at her breasts covered in the silk blousy material of her dress. I squeeze and pull until I feel the fabric snap and hear the buttons scattering across the hardwood floor of my office. Her hands pull at my slacks, fumbling with my belt buckle. After I have her offensive red dress rid of it’s buttons, I rip the sash from her waist and push her hands away from my zipper. Less than one second later my cock is free and my hands are circling her wrists and spinning her around, before shoving her face first over my desk.
I stand back, with one hand stroking my cock and the other still holding her prone against the desk by her hands pinned at the small of her back. I move the hand stroking my cock and place it on her ass, then I revel in the feel of her smooth flesh there, under my callous palm. “Dirty fucking slut. That’s all you are. MY little cum-slut. My little fuck-doll. Say it, Summer. Tell me what you like me to call you. Tell me your favorite.”
I move to stand behind her, and I don’t need to test her, I don’t need to touch her pussy to know how wet it is. I don’t need to rub her clit with my thumb as I test her opening with my index and middle fingers. I don’t need to because I already know how wet she is. I already know because I can hear it, every damn time she rubs her legs together. I align myself at her entrance and smirk when her wet thighs touch me. “Dirty fucking little girl. Tell me your favorite. Or I walk the fuck away. Right now.” I growl as I bit her bare shoulder and press the head of my cock in less than an inch, before
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