Summer The cool air hits my exposed arse. What does he see? My backside covered in slinky red panties. The underwear that he bought for me. I gulp. Is this why he laid out that silk and lace concoction of lingerie for me? And I hadn’t been able to resist it, huh? Had he been planning this scene all along? I push up, try to turn, and he clicks his tongue. The blood pounds at my temples. How dare he treat me so? I use my elbows for leverage and twist my torso, or at least try to; he leans the weight of his arm around my waist, effectively pinning me down. "Hey what are you—?" He kicks my legs apart and I stutter. He eases his fingers under the waistband of my panties. I gulp. The heat of his body sears the back of my thighs. "So you were saying...?" Was I? What had I been saying? What— "What happened to all that sass, huh?" Why is he still talking? Why can’t he deliver whatever humiliation he had in mind, huh? "Should I spank you again?" Yes. Yes. I shake my head. "You liked it that much, little Bird?" I actually am growing attached to that name, not that I’ll ever tell you that. If I did, I bet you’d insist on flinging it in my face all the time, and hey, didn’t I shake my head earlier? "That was a ’no,’ Smirky Pants—" He spanks my butt and I squeal. Honestly, the slap wasn't all that hurtful. It’s my ego that’s taking a real kick to the rear right now... Rear... Haha, so not the time for word play. He slaps my arse, harder this time; bastard probably read my mind. And his hand connects with my backside again. My entire body moves forward this time with the force of the hit. A moan bleeds from my lips. The hell? I didn't enjoy that. I didn’t. He brings his palm in contact with my arse again, and pain warms my blood. Moisture pools between my thighs. "So, you were saying that you are not attracted to me?" Crack. I yelp. "You said I couldn’t seduce you?" "Hey that’s not what I—" Crack. My entire body jerks. My back tingles. My toes curl. I huff, squeeze my fingers together. I will not scream again. Will not. "You said there’s nothing between us—" "You’re twisting my words, jerkass." He flips me around, "It’s your knickers which are all twisted out of shape, Sweetheart."
He cups the space between my legs, and I stare up at him, my breath coming in pants. My back throbs, my scalp seems to be on fire. He squeezes my fabric-covered pussy, and the dampness between my legs intensifies. Heat sears my cheeks. "You’re fucking soaked." Thanks for stating the obvious. He massages my core, and a groan trembles up my throat. He slips his fingers under the seam of my panties, and I pant. Goosebumps flare on my skin. Please. Please do it. Please slide your fingers into my underwear, thrust your massive fleshy fingers into my melting, aching pussy. Hell, what does one have to do to get a finger fuck, huh? "Say it." I frown. "You know you want it." "No." He grinds the heel of his palm into my core, and the heaviness of his palm combined with the friction of the fabric against my clit... Gah! A trembling sensation swe eps up from the soles of my feet. No, no, no. I can’t come. Not like this. I bite down on my lower lip and his nostrils flare. He lowers his head, until our eyelashes tangle. "Ever climaxed in a boardroom before, Darlin’?" I scowl at him and his mouth quirks. "That’s what I thought." He raises his hand and I blink. What the—? He brings down his palm on my already sensitized pussy. A scream boils up. My entire body tenses, my spine curves, the orgasm swoops up to envelop my thighs, my waist, it bursts up my spine and crashes behind my eyes. Sparks of red and black squeeze my vision. Moisture gushes out from between my thighs. My shoulders tremble, my breasts hurt, the hollowness in my womb intensifies. I crack my eyelids to find him perusing my features. "You’re beautiful when you orgasm, little Bird." Something burns de ep in those eyes, "You’re unique, you know that?" Heat flushes my cheeks. "Did you just say what I think you did?" All emotions fade from his face and his features shutter. Oh, so it’s like that, huh? So, we are going to ignore that the alphahole showed me the first crack in his countenance? He scrunches his forehead and a line appears between his beautifully arched eyebrows. "You enjoy trivia, Pink?" Here we go again. I am beginning to get familiar with his manipulative nature. And PS, I like this nickname less. I jerk my chin. "How many orgasms do you think a woman is capable of in the space of five minutes?" Don’t think that’s a rhetorical question. Also, I have a feeling I am going to find that out. Btw if he thinks I am going to answer that question, he has another think coming.
"I hope you are ke eping count, hmm?" His lips curl at the corners; intent glitters in his eyes. Wait. What? Don’t, don’t. He slides his finger inside my panties and eases it into my melting pussy. “Oh!” I stutter. My hips tremble. "Did that turn you on, little Bird?" He adds a second finger, a third. I gasp. Pinpricks of pleasure radiate out from my core. He thrusts all three fingers de eper, then curves them. My breath catches; my thighs spasm. My eyes roll back in my head. OMG. What’s he doing to me? A vibrating sensation buzzes up my spine and down again. My entire body seems to be humming with an out-of-body sensation. The vibrations intensify. I sense him lean toward me. He’s suspended above me for a second, enough for me to pick up the shift in the air. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I crack my eyes open to find him reaching for his phone which is buzzing in my line of sight. He picks up his phone, plonks it between his ear and his shoulder, "Hello?" What the hell? Did he just answer his phone, and in the middle of getting me off? Anger explodes low in my belly. I tilt my chin, raise my shoulders off the table and he jams his fingers back inside of my thrumming core. Too much. Too full. I hit the table with a thump. His gaze locks with mine. Indigo eyes intensify to a color that is almost jet black. Dark, brooding, edgy like the rest of him. His features tighten with almost painful intensity; his jaw tics. "Tell me." He speaks into the phone. Is he actually holding a conversation while being knuckle de ep in me? I mean... honestly... this is... not happening. No way. Adrenaline laces my blood. I rear up from the table, and he hooks his fingers inside of me again. Sensations shudder up my spine, my toes curl, and my fingers tingle. My scalp feels as if it's on fire. Oh, no, no. I am not coming again for this jackass, not when he has no respect—like negative two hundred and fifty regard or feelings of any kind for me—and not when he’s holding a conversation with someone else on the phone. The hair on my forearms prickles; my nipples pebble. No way, and I’m turned on? My sex clenches. Jesus, I can’t be turned on. My bullshit barometer didn’t spontaneously combust just now, did it? He yanks out his fingers, leans in close enough for his breath to raise the hair on my forehead. "Those projections are way off. No way am I paying 50% more for a brand that is clearly on the decline." The voice on the phone squawks back something that I can’t discern. And he’s mouthing off figures while jerking me off? Color flushes his cheeks; his nostrils flares. The bastard’s enjoying himself immensely. It has to be the ultimate show of superiority, a fuck you to the world, that he can do whatever the hell he wants and will never be punished. I clench my fingers into fists. I will be his downfall. I swear it upon all that I hold dear, I will have my revenge for this utter compliance that he’s wrought from me today—he thrusts his fingers inside of me again and the trembling zooms up my thighs—right after this unholiest of all orgasms that threatens to overwhelm me. A moan spills from my lips.
The voice on the other side of the phone falls silent. Then, "Sinclair, are you with someone?" "Of course not, there’s no one in the room with me." No one? Hey, I am more than the sum of all the people you’ve ever met, asshole. I open my mouth to tell him. His gaze narrows, his chest heaves, he drops his head and closes his mouth over mine.