hadn’t been prepared, hadn’t been properly lubricated, and had cried out in pain that first time when he’d flipped her on her stomach, gripped her hips tightly, and shoved his fat-end cock deep.
She’d barely caught her breath from the unexpected backend invasion when he started rooting inside her. In short, staccato thrusts he stabbed into her; the pressure had been painful as hell.
At the same time he’d eased two of his fingers inside her pussy, pressing past her resistance, no gentleness at all. Then he’d added the others, until the bastard had his entire hand jammed inside her, fisting her.
Despite her screaming he’d continued his harsh fucking. She’d breathlessly begged him to stop, telling him that it hurt.
He’d laughed, told her she knew she liked it, ignored her cries, and continued to ply both ends of her.
He continued to screw her with his fist and sodomize her with his oddly shaped dick, rotating it, shoving both deep inside her until she’d surprisingly felt her pussy gush. Her fluids eased over his hand and down her thighs, and within moments she was pumping and grinding, fucking him as wildly as he was fucking her.
When he bit down on her nipple the pain sent a direct zing to her core and within seconds she came so hard, she nearly blacked out.
Despite her dislike of him, his self-absorbtion, his overconfidence, the way he strutted about like a rooster, she’d gotten hooked on his kinky brand of sex.
She’d been his secretary for less than six months. It had taken her all of a few weeks to get him in bed. She’d wondered why he took her up on the offer. Not that she doubted her own attraction, but she knew he was dating that nerdy-ass pharmacist. She also knew he had someone else he was seeing, although he didn’t know she knew that. After the first few times together, she’d asked him why.
He’d laughed, looking at her as though she were someone to be pitied. With her, he said, he was the one in charge; he was the one calling the shots. She’d thought the answer odd.
At first, when he’d told her he couldn’t do the things he did to her to Gaby, his precious Gaby, she’d resented it, even though she had initiated the first encounter with him. Hearing him say that he couldn’t get freaky with Gaby like he could with her had made Marissa furious.
He couldn’t soil the princess.
For her, he gave his gentle lovemaking. Kissing, eating her pussy, never allowing her to swallow his dick, none of the shit he had Marissa doing, getting her so wrapped up in him, he had her on her knees, begging to suck his cock.
She clenched her teeth in anger. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. She was the one that was supposed to get him sprung, not the other way around.
As he went about energetically spraying the room, she ran resentful eyes over his body, settling on his pale cock as it swung gently. Her eyes settled over his tight, small, compact ballsack, nestled snugly behind his cock.
Marissa grimaced and slightly adjusted her sore bottom into a more comfortable position. She reached for her purse.
“She’s not supposed to come back until tomorrow, anyway. What’s the fuss?” she mumbled and defiantly shook out another cigarette.
He spared her only a withering glance from his pale blue eyes, his gaze holding hers for a fraction of a second. Marissa shivered from the expression in his flat eyes, and with shaky hands, returned the cigarette to the package and put it back inside her purse.
Once she’d obeyed his silent edict, he threw her a small, satisfied nod before he turned away and walked back into the bathroom.
“So when is she getting back? What time, exactly?” Marissa leaned back against the headboard, pretending a nonchalance she was far from feeling. She heard him open the closet door inside the bathroom, before, minutes later, he emerged.
By the time he reentered the room, he’d pulled on a pair of cream-colored loose-fitting linen slacks, and was in the process of buttoning a matching short-sleeve shirt. After he’d buttoned the last button, he turned his attention back to her.
Marissa plastered a lazy smile on her face, keeping her irritation in check.
As much as she liked to pull his tail, his reactions weren’t always predictable. She didn’t feel like going through the routine of him having to “discipline” her. The sadistic son of a bitch liked that shit way too much.
He picked up his gold Rolex—fake, Marissa thought with an inner smirk—and fastened it onto his wrist before answering her.
“She’s flying in later today. I pick her up at the airport in a few hours. Speaking of which, you’d better get dressed and get out of here. I need to clean up before Gaby gets home,” he told her, picking up her discarded underclothes.
As if her clothes were some nasty thing, he held them out for her to take, pinched between three of his fingers, a look of distaste on his angular features.
“Sure, baby, no problem.”
Marissa leisurely swung her feet over the side of the bed, stood, and stretched her body, purposely pushing her large impressive breasts forward, and yawned deeply. She took satisfaction in the look of irritation that flashed across his face when she took her time before accepting her clothes from him.
“What’s the rush? We have time for one more…bit of play, don’t we?” she asked, hooking her clothes over her arm. She raked the long acrylic fingernails of her other hand down his chest.
“No, I’ve got things to do.” He reached a hand out and grasped her hand as it stopped at the waistband of his slacks.
A trill of fearful excitement settled in her stomach when he pinned her with his flat stare.
“Did you set up the meeting?” he asked, reminding her of what he wanted her to do for him.
“Yes, uh, I did. I’d better get going,” she murmured, and breathed an audible sigh of relief when he released her arm. She barely controlled her trembling legs and stopped herself from stumbling when he abruptly let her go.
“Good,” he said in satisfaction as he walked toward the door.
His next words halted her before she could make her escape into the bathroom. “And, Marissa, I won’t be in need of your…services…for a while. I’ll call you when I need you. Don’t make the mistake of calling me when I’m not at the office again. I don’t want Gaby to start asking questions about you. Do I make myself clear?” He didn’t bother to look at her as he asked the question.
She nodded her head slowly, even though he wasn’t there to see her.
If she played her cards right, went along with what he wanted from her, she would take him away from his princess, as well as the other, she thought, a calculating smile crossing her mouth.
5
Gaby stood in front of Sweet, pillowed against his naked, broad chest, and breathed in the musky scents of the night air.
Her skin tingled when she felt his lips graze down her neck.
“Beautiful,”
