Craving what I shouldn’t want.
Or touch.
Wasn’t that a typical problem with all men, including those in power? The only difference in a man with no standing in life, no wealth or influence over anyone except himself was that he couldn’t snap his fingers and obtain what he wanted.
I was in that position and had been long enough to know the gift should also be considered a sharp sword. Yearning for this woman was one thing. Acting on those sinful thoughts that had been ravaging my mind since she’d walked into my office were something else entirely.
Even though I’d tasted her before, that had been when she’d been nothing but a temptation, a longing that had required satisfaction. But now?
Now as she stood in front of me completely naked, her intense blue eyes staring back at me, the only thing I could concentrate on was calculating just how long her legs were and how good they’d feel when wrapped around my waist.
Although another thought crowded in of how incredible Saige’s lips had been to taste. Between seeing her on stage, saving her life, and confronting her in the alley, I’d thought of little else but stripping away all her defenses.
This woman was going to be trouble and not just because she was my employee. She knew and had seen too much, the very reason I’d challenged having an office filled with employees who could never learn the full truth behind the success of the Chertov Corporation.
A fight that had ended before I’d taken up the cause.
Here we were, her hourglass figure on full display for me to enjoy when in fact, a man like me didn’t deserve a reward after the shitshow of an evening.
But dear fucking God, my cock was painfully pressing against my trousers, more so than usual when she tormented me in the office.
“Turn around.”
She did as I asked without hesitation, although her body was stiff. She didn’t know how beautiful she was. Standing at six foot tall, in her heels she’d come close to being able to look me in the eyes. No wonder every man in the club had almost forgone the fight in exchange for flirting with her.
Saige Mitchell was unapproachable, formidable. At least to everyone but me.
Where her body had been quivering before, I sensed the same strength I’d experienced with her building once again. She stood tall, taking the opportunity to look all the way to the floor, lingering between my legs.
When she turned back to face me, I was at the point of destroying the control that had kept me protected in my earlier life as well as my new one. With her, anything was possible, including being able to let myself go. I placed the weapon on her dresser, taking my time in doing so. She seemed fascinated by everything I did, but her interest never failed her.
Her gaze dropped from my bare arm and the dagger I’d had inked on my skin long before coming to terms with accepting my father’s last name.
His insistence of course, the man accepting no less than my forgiveness and the honor of bearing his name. As before, her gaze turned more carnal when she shifted her eyes to the thick bulge between my legs. The hint of embarrassment from being caught doing so added an adorable shimmer to her face.
As I yanked off my shirt without unbuttoning it, the longing look turned into a deeper sense of appreciation. I flexed my arm, allowing her to see the full effect of the artist’s rendering.
Her breathing was increasingly labored, the slight dart of her tongue across her bottom lip as enticing as the woman herself.
When I walked closer, she was determined to stand her ground, even if her body was swaying.
I folded my fingers, showing her my hand before rubbing my knuckles down the side of her neck, taking my time to roll them over her shoulder blade. When I reached the cleft of her breasts, she captured and held her breath.
Perhaps she knew every sound she made drove me crazy. With gentle strokes, I rolled the knuckle of my index finger around her nipple, admiring the beautiful shade of rose. Every inch of her was exquisite.
“Perfect,” I muttered, her soft moan a response. “Every inch of you.” I was torn between fucking her long and hard from the beginning and taking my time enjoying the moment.
There was some value to never allowing this to occur again. Although once I was enthralled with a shiny new toy, my personality was such that I didn’t easily give it up. She could quickly become something I’d never allow out of my sight.
How fascinating that an event like tonight could change everything. Yet as I finally allowed myself to tweak her hardened bud between my fingers, various more structured thoughts crowded out the insane ones.
She was my employee. However, now, she was much more. She’d witnessed the other side and, in all practicality, I shouldn’t let her life resume as it once had.
Saige was both a valuable asset and a woman who could cause great pain with the right connections.
Worrying about that could wait for another day.
Tonight, she belonged to me.
The tiny moan that surfaced fueled the energy between us. She wasn’t touching me, but I could sense she was close to challenging the power I held over her. The toys had been the catalyst for both, unlocking my notion that she was capable of accepting the man inside while she’d realized she could let go with me.
I cupped both sides of her face as I’d done before, crushing my lips against hers. The moment was sweeter than I’d intended, her hands gripping my wrists.
The taste was sweet, her tongue working to strip me of easy dominance, but I refused. And I wasn’t done with tasting her. As soon as our lips were parted, I tilted her head, dragging my tongue around her soft lips to her chin. She didn’t fight me, her eyes half closed as I licked down the soft flesh of her neck.
When I fisted her hair, I was rewarded with a gasp just before I engulfed her nipple. I could easily suckle her sweet rosebuds for a long time. Flicking my tongue back and forth, I refused to let her go, taking my time to ensure she was wet and throbbing.
She was more trusting of me than I’d thought possible, never moving as I rolled my lips to her other nipple. When I bit down on the tender tissue, a quiet purr escaped her lips. Why was it that every sound she made was so enticing?
I crawled my hand down her stomach, rolling my index finger around her belly button before slipping my hand between her legs. Shit. The woman was on fire, so hot to the touch that I was certain my skin was seared. She was still trembling, but I gathered more from excitement than anything else.
As I curled my fingers, she rose onto her toes, stretching her body until she was as tall as my hold would allow.
“Don’t worry, Saige. I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”
My voice seemed to rattle her even more. I could tell by the way she sucked on her bottom lip. Did she have a clue everything she did could drive a man nuts? I dared not tell her because she’d use that against me.
I fingered her clit, flicking the tip back and forth while she squirmed in my hold. The second I dipped one finger past her swollen folds, I knew I couldn’t go much longer without tasting her.
With my eyes never leaving her, I enjoyed watching her reactions as I toyed with her sweet pussy. She was tight, so much so I had to wonder when she’d been touched last. Even if the thought alone created a wave of possessiveness.
No one would be allowed to touch her again.
Did that make me a bad man? I could think of worse reasons for the label.
I pressed my finger deeper inside, even adding a second. She wiggled as I pumped gently, finally to the point she was writhing against me. No longer were her murmurs soft as a kitten would provide, but those of a lioness hungry for the king of the pride to fulfill her needs.
When I pulled away, allowing her to stand, she gasped for air. The way her eyes darted back and forth across mine, searching for answers, brought another wave of delirious need.
“Lie down on the bed.”
This time, she blinked and studied me. “Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
Her lips twisted and I could see the spark in her eyes eager and willing to fire off her usual sass. Was there a part of me that hungered to lasso her energy, forcing her to surrender? Oh, hell, yes. I could easily find myself grooming her into becoming everything I needed.
But what fun would that be?
The very reason I wasn’t interested in dating anyone was how easily I grew bored. Not with her. Every day was an adventure, today included.
She backed away, dropping her gaze to my trousers. “Take off your pants.”
“You don’t seem to understand that you will do as I say.” I held my fingers in front of me, enjoying the way they were slickened and glistening in the light.
Her expression was unreadable, but she didn’t fight me, easing onto the bed.
She watched in silence as I licked my fingers. The taste was incredible, sweet like peaches. I couldn’t wait to bury my face into her wetness.
When I reached for the handle to the drawer hiding her toys, her breath hitched. “Those are mine.”
“Now they’re also mine. I suggest you remember that or I’ll need to shackle you to the bed.” Her cheeks suddenly flushed and she pressed her hand across her mouth. The air between us was heavier than before. We weren’t strangers, but our knowledge of each other was skin deep. That made the moment that much more enjoyable.
I couldn’t wait to explore every inch, discovering all her darkest secrets. The sex toys were the tip of the iceberg.
When I selected the long, thick vibrator, her eyes opened wide. I couldn’t help myself, flicking it on to the highest setting. The whir had a rhythm.
“Not like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I want you on all fours.”
“Why?” She appeared concerned, as if I had terrible plans for her.
“I could use the classic line once again of because I told you to, but the truth is, you want this.”
“Want what?”
I shook my head. “That’s not what your response should be.”
She rolled onto her elbows, instantly confused. Then she realized what I was commanding her to do. Her eyes flitted to the second book I’d casually tossed onto the bed, her resolve crumbling right before my eyes.
With some reluctance, she rose onto her hands and knees. Seeing her this was about enough that my balls were incredibly tight.
“I didn’t hear your response, Saige.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do. What are you supposed to say when I give you a command?”
Just the way her body shuddered at my order was more powerful than anything I’d been through in months. Maybe years.
“Yes, sir.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes. Sir.”
“That’s much more like it.” As soon as I closed the distance, I smacked her bottom twice, moving from one side to the other.
Her response was similar, the heavy shudder involving her entire body.
I ached with need to do filthy, unthinkable things to her.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Uh-huh. I mean yes, sir.”
“Excellent. A very good girl.”
Discovering her darkest desires, peeling away every layer of inhibition was exactly the same as tearing through every layer of armor she used in dealing with me at the office. She was as calculating as I was, if not more and when I brought my palm down against her skin, I was gifted with an exquisite series of moans.
Admittance she’d hungered for a firm hand. Fantasies were merely beautiful taunts of reality. Once exposed, they either fizzled or thrived. There was no in between. She would remember this night fondly, craving all the dark and sinful things I could do to her.
My palm continued to connect with her bottom and in the few minutes I spent earnestly disciplining her, the buildup of heat transferred to my fingers, leaving them tingling. I was unable to concentrate on anything else but hearing her soft mews and enjoying how her body undulated. Even the way her hips swayed back and forth was such much a powerful aphrodisiac.
As she clawed at the bedding, I thought for a moment that she was about to try to escape. I was wrong. She bucked backwards, jutting her hips toward me as if begging for more.
So I gave it to her.
One brutal smack after another, increasing the tempo with every strike. She tossed her head, her long, soft curls sweeping across her shoulders and back. Soon, I’d use them for a leash. Or a set of reins for a horse. Her actions were that wild.
Every muscle continued to tense, making my movements stiff, but I pressed on. Even my cloudy vision and the near chant of needing to fuck her didn’t stop me. I wanted her buttocks covered in a soft pink blush, enough discomfort for her to remember our time spent together.
Including in the morning.
So I spanked her harder, painting her skin amongst the music of her gasps and moans. Once I was finished, I stroked her back, caressing her skin as I rolled two fingers down her spine. Every vertebra I touched caused a reaction. Every inch and she arched her back even more.
When I tapped her bottom, she finally allowed a sigh of relief.
“On your back, chastnaya tantsovshchitsa.” Calling her my private dancer was perfect for her. The way she moved around the office, thinking no one noticed she was enticing every member of the male species.
Or the subtle method in how she tugged on her tight skirts when she stood. Or even her light laughter, which she seemed to try to hide from me. Maybe because her laughter involved something I’d said or done.
If only she felt the courage to tell me exactly what she thought.
She’d come close. I’d give her credit for that.
Saige didn’t flop onto her back. She curled to face the other way like a cat would do. The act was sensual. Slow and easy. Spreading herself and her legs out for me not only as an enticement but for me to inspect her.
How I wanted nothing more than to take hours doing exactly that with first my fingers then my tongue. But my volatile needs wouldn’t last that long, my cock aching even more after the round of punishment.
With her eyes dreamy, her breathing soft and in control, just studying her beauty could keep me from my required satisfaction if I wasn’t careful. No, she wouldn’t be allowed to spin a spell over me.
Her breath hitched as soon as I dropped to my knees, her eyes searching mine as I kissed the soft skin above one knee then the other. After repeating the action twice, my lips sliding closer to her sweet pussy, she reached for me, stroking her fingers down my arm.
“Arms over your head. No touching.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Did I give you the impression this was going to be fair?” Without hesitation, I lifted and spread her legs, propping her feet onto the edge of the bed. She tried her best to peer down at me, her breathing shallow.
It would be easy to take hours doing this, not that I was a man known for spending much time pleasing a woman. Why were things so different with her? The hunger. The way I wanted to touch and taste her. The control required. All different.
A fascinating moment. Not that I planned on spending any time dissecting my behavior.
I rubbed the insides of her legs, using the lightest touch my fingers were capable of. I traced invisible lines, marveling in her unblemished skin. Yet I also wondered how delicious her body would be adorned by the right art. Perhaps I would instruct her to make an appointment with a local artist.
Or I’d simply take her myself.
As I followed the line with wet lips, I finally pressed her knees against the bed. She held her breath, her lips still twisting as she tried to obey me by keeping her arms over her head. I’d already been able to tell just how difficult it was for her to play by the rules.
Especially when she believed the person issuing them was an idiot. I’d overheard her when leaving my office. Harsh words that in most companies would get her fired.
Not with me.
Her value increased every time she hung me out to dry. Even if up until tonight, she’d never found the one thing that has pushed her into blasting me with her thoughts. From now on, I’d require her thoughts and recommendations to be given to me at all times. No matter how brutal.
Wasn’t I the modern guy, eager and willing to allow a woman to grab power that I would ordinarily prefer controlling?
My attention was drawn to her pussy, her swollen lips glistening. She was even wetter than before, the discipline playing a huge role in preparing her for my roughness.
And I would never be considered a gentle lover. That just never appealed to me.
I darted my tongue across her clit, savoring the first taste of her. Sladkiy, kak pervyy vkus vesny. Sweet as the first taste of spring.
Food. Wine. Other drink. It didn’t matter. The one phrase was used and it worked perfectly with the moment.
And with her.
She wiggled and I also noticed her lips were tightly shut. Did she think that by holding back how she felt with what I was doing that she would suddenly gain control? I wanted her to lose herself. No, I craved her losing her mind, screaming not just my name but every expletive she could think of.
How intrigued her neighbors would be. There wouldn’t be any interference. No one cared in New York. A helpful nuance. Her scent was enough to keep my mind hazy and my mouth wet. Soon I would be drooling if not careful.
Saige had her hands clasped together, her body writhing even before I’d sucked on her soft tissue. I could only imagine her reaction when I did. I took my time, fighting my own urge to lose control as I flicked my tongue back and forth.
The way she dug her heels into the bed pushed her body upward. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her in place. I had just enough access to drive my fingers into her tight channel. First, quieting her movements.
I pressed my lips against her pussy, inhaling her incredible scent. I could easily get drunk on her fragrance alone. She instantly stilled; when she writhed in my hold again, I laughed softly.
“Such impatience,” I murmured.
“Always with you.”
“You’ll need to tell me when that happens.”
“Try all the time.” Even now, she remained feisty as hell. What an incredible asset to a team that I’d chosen based on their previous employment and required loyalty.
She was… different.
Why was I considering trusting her? Promoting her?
I couldn’t explain it, at least not right now. Yes, a deeper background check would need to be done. There was something off about how the entire night had gone and until I put my finger on why that was, I couldn’t exactly place my full trust in her.
That would be foolish of me.
But this was something else, breaking down defenses she didn’t even know she had. It was very true that sex changed everything. She would think twice about every decision made.
Then again, maybe I was thinking too highly of myself. Maybe proving my… worth would be in my best interest.
The thought made me chuckle while blowing another swath of hot air across her slickened pussy. This was turning out to be entirely too much fun.
Maybe I was the one without patience as I was unable to control my actions, burying my face into her wetness.
The vibrator catching my eye, she wasn’t aware when I grabbed the thick piece of rubber and plastic in my hand. She didn’t seem to be paying any attention when I turned it on, enjoying the whirring sound it made as I held it into the light. This was a first for me and I couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
I drove my tongue into her tight hole, lapping her cream while rolling my thumb around her clit. She was softly panting, her eyes cinched closed. She was truly even more beautiful than when giving me a hard time. Which was phenomenal.
After a few seconds, I placed the tip of the vibrator where my fingers had been. As expected, her eyes popped open, a strangled moan erupting from somewhere deep within her throat. The shimmer of her skin kept my attention even as I rubbed the tip up and down the length of her pussy. As I pressed the smooth motor against her heated core, goosebumps popped along the entire length of her body.
Within seconds, I could tell why women enjoyed using the mechanical toy. I couldn’t lie that shifting the speed at will, using the sex toy to drive her to the brink of an orgasm and pulling back was an incredible power. Her breathing slowed when I trailed it along her inner thighs.
Her blinking more rapid, she was struggling even more to keep her arms over her head. I wanted to drive her crazy, to know how far I’d need to go before she gave into temptation.
And yes, I longed to punish her for her sins.
I could only imagine what the ribbed silicone felt like against her smooth skin. Being able to devote time to pleasuring her was a new high, one that I would remember long after this moment was put to bed.
A slight chuckle left my lips. The words were completely appropriate to what we were doing.
The moment I turned the power onto high, she kicked her legs out, panting while tossing her head. My chest ached from the heavy breathing and I was at a similar point to hers, ready to lose my mind over needing her to fill my mouth with her juice.
I rolled the edge up and down her pussy lips, my thumb still tormenting her clit. Within seconds, I couldn’t take it any longer. As I pressed the sheath into her tight hole, she lost all sense of obedience, slamming her hands onto the bed several times before clenching and twisting the sheets.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” Every syllable was louder, her entire body tense. I was mesmerized by her reaction, but my twitching was a reminder that I needed some sense of relief. I pulled her tight clit into my mouth while pumping the toy into her sweet cunt. Soon, my dick would replace the toy, feeling the way her muscles clamped around the thick invasion.
But not until she climaxed in my mouth.
She continued to dig her heels into the bed, her panting becoming louder. I twirled the toy while fucking her with it, wishing I could experience the way the ribbing pushed against her muscular walls.
Damn, her face was glowing, the sheer enjoyment the most perfect picture.
There was no shrill scream, no jumping off the bed when an orgasm swept through her. There was simply a deep, heavy sigh as her body trembled, a serene look sliding ever so slowly onto her face.
I pulled the toy away, managing to flick it off before burying my face into her wetness all over again. This was collecting the reward of taking my time.
When her body began to relax, her fingers slowly uncurling and her head lolled to the side, I pressed kisses on one inner thigh then the other before standing.
Peering down at her was an equal joy, another reminder that participating in sins of the depraved was reckless in nature.
Yet I didn’t give a shit.
What did that say about where my life was headed?
As she opened her eyes, I sensed she had difficult focusing. So I offered her my arm.
A telling statement.
She accepted my help without question.