He caught a plain wood chair he had a dress shirt hung over and dragged it to the edge of the bed. “How much do you think you can take?” “Of what?” “Answering my questions.” “What!” I shouted astounded. “Well, you conveniently wanted to play question and answer. Which is interesting because I was thinking just the same. All day.” “This isn’t fair.” He smiled. “Which makes it twice as fun. I can watch everything this little bit is doing to your sweet body.” He shook that small remote meaningfully. “Let’s test it, shall we.” He thumbed a little slide button, gliding it a bit upward. I felt the first jerking sensation of the vibrator bursting to life deep in my center. I gasped and my back arched like a hot rod had been stuck to my ass. My body remained in that position. Adjusting to the intensity of the tiny object lodged firmly in my channel. I pulled at my wrists, wanting to follow my instinctive need to fish it

But he didn’t. Didn’t hurt me or force his cock deep into my throat and choke me as I’d half hoped he’d do. He’s trying to be a good boy. For just a heartbeat, I wondered what it would feel like if he gripped the back of my head and forced himself ball deep into my throat. Rocking his hips and taking his pleasure from me. I suckled him. Licking along the edges and ridges of him. Wrapping my lips around the tip of him and meeting his gaze as he stared down at me. A little hypnotized by the erotic sight of what I was doing. My supple breasts moving as I twisted to reach him further. I could feel him swelling even more. Knew he was getting close. For this moment he was mine, susceptible to me giving him pleasure. I was turning the tables. He moaned. Putting more weight against the palm bracing him. “Oh, God.” The hint of triumph must’ve crept into my eyes. Suddenly he withdrew, tugging himself from my mouth while I gave a

He was propped between my legs so casually.  Asking such horrifically intimate questions. I could see the sleek line of his tanned back going down to the rise of his powerful buttocks and thighs. His legs disappeared over the foot of the bed after that. Where he dangled over. “It would be nice if he made me laugh, if he was kind, and if he was willing to consider something serious.” “Serious?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m too old for kid games.” I sighed. “I don’t need a man to warm my bed. I want one by my side, if he’s going to be around at all.” He gave me a pensive look. Nodding slowly. “Hmm.” “Relax.” He leaned up on his elbows. I gave him a confused look. Startled by the sudden change of tone. He was giving orders now. I didn’t even have time to relax before a long, masculine finger was inside me. Curling around that little pink device to drag it out of me at a painstakingly slow pa

My eyes went huge. “How the-”I blurted it out completely shocked by that directive. How the hell am I going to manage that?Just half an hour or so ago, I’d let loose a scream that had rocked the apartment building.Now he’s ordering me to be quiet?He put that finger tighter to my lips.I swallowed nervously.Swinging his hips upward, he found my entrance and stroked in with one smooth motion.I gasped and strained against every limb’s ties. Nearly mad with ecstasy and yearning to touch him and the desire to assume some control over the situation.He’d made me feel vulnerable, sexy, desired, and cared for, all in only a few hours. His tormenting had been cruel, and kind, and now he was going to finish me.His words from earlier came back to me. He’d told me that he wanted to ruin me for any other man.I think he’s effectively done that!“Oh, Angel.” He growled. “You’re so tight.

I took another large swig of coffee. But Teresa wasn’t nearly done. “You dirty little ho. I’m so jealous!” She eyed me from head to toe with renewed respect. “So what’s he like.” “Outside of work?” “That too. But I meant in the sack.” “Relentless.” “To which?” “Both.” I grabbed my coffee and headed from the Break Room, deciding I couldn’t do this. Too much. Too much! “Oh, I freaking knew it...I should’ve tapped that.” I groaned aloud. “You never go out, Terese. You spend all your time with your son.” “Which means I have to live vicariously somehow.” She whispered to my back as she was on my heels out the doorway. “You have to tell me everything.” “No, I do not.” “Oh, yes you do.” Why does she make that sound like a threat. “I’m calling you tonight to ask questions. You better answer this time or I’m asking him directly.” “What?” M