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my tongue. It’s briny and slick.
“Bottoms up.” William is grinning.
I take a deep breath and tip the oyster into my mouth. It’s salty and sticks in my throat as it goes down. I shake my head and take a sip of my wine.
“Is that really what it tastes like?”
“What?”
I lower my voice. “Pussy.”
William laughs, the first real genuine laugh I’ve ever heard from him.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“How?”
“Move over.”
I slide over in the booth and William crosses the table and slides in beside me. He drops his hand beneath the table and I feel him sliding my knees apart. The reality of what he’s doing hits me.
“William…”
“You asked the question, Claire.”
“I take it back.” I try to laugh, but William’s hand is sliding all the way up my thigh. I’m still not wearing any panties so when his hand reaches my heat, he has more than easy access. He slips his finger inside of me. My body shudders at the sudden intrusion. He swirls his finger around a few times, and flicks it in a way that drives me crazy. I take a sip of wine to try to calm myself.
When he pulls his hand away I can see that it’s slick with my juices.
“Open your mouth.”
Oh God.
But I do as he says. He puts his finger in my mouth and I lick it tentatively. It doesn’t taste as bad as I thought — not as briny as the oyster. A little sweeter and muskier. Almost as perfumey as cantaloup.
I lick his finger up and down and then, because I can see in his eyes that this is turning him on, I close my lips around his finger and suck. I move my mouth up and down his finger, as if I was sucking him off.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
“Mmmm,” is all I say.
William clears his throat. “Well, that settles it. Since you’re such a dirty girl, you will no longer be allowed to wear panties at the office. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”
I smile around his finger.
“I knew I liked you, Claire,” William smiles. “From that very first day I met you. Getting yourself off in the bathroom at Prescott & Bailey. I thought, ‘Who is this girl and how can I have her?’”
Shame flushes through me. My worst fear confirmed — William had heard me that day. I move my mouth away from his hand and wipe my mouth with a napkin. “Oh God,” I mumble.
William laughs. “What?”
“That’s so humiliating.”
“Humiliating? Claire, I loved that about you. A woman who likes getting off and can take matters into her own hand is a very sexy thing indeed.”
How do I tell him I’m not the woman he thinks I am? Up until I met William, I had never done a single kinky thing in my life. I’d had sex many times before but only with boyfriends and only in bedrooms. I’d never even had a one-night-stand before.
And yet…there is something about William that drives me to do things I never would have imagined before. Even though I wasn’t that girl before, maybe I’m becoming her now.
When our food comes, William doesn’t move back to his side of the table. We dig into our meals and end up talking about all kinds of things — books and movies and music we like, the pets we had as children. I don’t know why but I’m surprised that underneath William’s domineering exterior lies a normal guy.
Well, mostly normal. Can’t forget about the very kinky parts.
It’s dark out when we step out of the restaurant. The night air has turned chilly and there are lots of young people out on the streets, stumbling around and calling out to each other.
William pushes me up against the wall of the restaurant and kisses me. Not just any kiss. Rough, hungry. Haunted.
His tongue ravages me, taking me over. His hand winds itself through my hair, twisting and pulling my head back so hard that it yanks at my scalp. I think of him telling me earlier that I was going to have to beg him to fuck me. I feel like I can see the truth in that now. My body yearns for him.
Luckily the feeling seems to be
“Bottoms up.” William is grinning.
I take a deep breath and tip the oyster into my mouth. It’s salty and sticks in my throat as it goes down. I shake my head and take a sip of my wine.
“Is that really what it tastes like?”
“What?”
I lower my voice. “Pussy.”
William laughs, the first real genuine laugh I’ve ever heard from him.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
“How?”
“Move over.”
I slide over in the booth and William crosses the table and slides in beside me. He drops his hand beneath the table and I feel him sliding my knees apart. The reality of what he’s doing hits me.
“William…”
“You asked the question, Claire.”
“I take it back.” I try to laugh, but William’s hand is sliding all the way up my thigh. I’m still not wearing any panties so when his hand reaches my heat, he has more than easy access. He slips his finger inside of me. My body shudders at the sudden intrusion. He swirls his finger around a few times, and flicks it in a way that drives me crazy. I take a sip of wine to try to calm myself.
When he pulls his hand away I can see that it’s slick with my juices.
“Open your mouth.”
Oh God.
But I do as he says. He puts his finger in my mouth and I lick it tentatively. It doesn’t taste as bad as I thought — not as briny as the oyster. A little sweeter and muskier. Almost as perfumey as cantaloup.
I lick his finger up and down and then, because I can see in his eyes that this is turning him on, I close my lips around his finger and suck. I move my mouth up and down his finger, as if I was sucking him off.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
“Mmmm,” is all I say.
William clears his throat. “Well, that settles it. Since you’re such a dirty girl, you will no longer be allowed to wear panties at the office. Ever. Do I make myself clear?”
I smile around his finger.
“I knew I liked you, Claire,” William smiles. “From that very first day I met you. Getting yourself off in the bathroom at Prescott & Bailey. I thought, ‘Who is this girl and how can I have her?’”
Shame flushes through me. My worst fear confirmed — William had heard me that day. I move my mouth away from his hand and wipe my mouth with a napkin. “Oh God,” I mumble.
William laughs. “What?”
“That’s so humiliating.”
“Humiliating? Claire, I loved that about you. A woman who likes getting off and can take matters into her own hand is a very sexy thing indeed.”
How do I tell him I’m not the woman he thinks I am? Up until I met William, I had never done a single kinky thing in my life. I’d had sex many times before but only with boyfriends and only in bedrooms. I’d never even had a one-night-stand before.
And yet…there is something about William that drives me to do things I never would have imagined before. Even though I wasn’t that girl before, maybe I’m becoming her now.
When our food comes, William doesn’t move back to his side of the table. We dig into our meals and end up talking about all kinds of things — books and movies and music we like, the pets we had as children. I don’t know why but I’m surprised that underneath William’s domineering exterior lies a normal guy.
Well, mostly normal. Can’t forget about the very kinky parts.
It’s dark out when we step out of the restaurant. The night air has turned chilly and there are lots of young people out on the streets, stumbling around and calling out to each other.
William pushes me up against the wall of the restaurant and kisses me. Not just any kiss. Rough, hungry. Haunted.
His tongue ravages me, taking me over. His hand winds itself through my hair, twisting and pulling my head back so hard that it yanks at my scalp. I think of him telling me earlier that I was going to have to beg him to fuck me. I feel like I can see the truth in that now. My body yearns for him.
Luckily the feeling seems to be
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