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Garret’s fingers pet my
silk-clad slit in long, slow strokes as I sit at attention, reaching for his
mouth with mine. “Four months,” he whispers in the quiet room, though my
heartbeat is pounding loudly in my head. “Four long months trying to figure out
what I’m going to do with you, Faith.”

“What you’re going to do with
me?” I ask, searching his eyes.

“A romantic dinner, the
symphony, all night seducing you.” Garret nibbles at my lips and my jaw as he
outlines his list. Under my skirt, his fingers curl around the damp crotch of
my panties, ready to jerk them down my legs. I whimper, part of me wanting him
to rip my panties off. “Or give in to the urge to take you before you can think
about it, make you mine before you can get scared.” A soft growl tinges his
voice. “Make sure you never want to leave my bed.”

My cunt tightens in answer.
It wants the latter, and it wants it now. I want… I want to be Garret’s, the
woman at his side at dinners and benefits, the lover he kisses hard in the
dark, his personal slut when his cock is stiff and ready.

“Tell me what you want,
Faith,” he mutters low, as though he can read my thoughts. “It can be slow and
sweet.” He pulls my hair and ravishes my neck for too short a moment. “Or it
can be now, and you’ll be mine, on my terms.”

Why does the way he says this
make me shiver and moan?
Mine, on my
terms
. The possessiveness in his words, in his voice, reduces my defenses
to dust.

“Now,” I say, so softly,
rejecting all common sense for this uncommon man, this unbearable hunger.

His hand tightens in my hair,
and he releases a heavy sigh that sounds relieved. “Are you sure, Faith?”

“Please, Garret,” I whimper.
“Please.”

“I love the sound of you
pleading. I want to hear you beg like that when you come for me.”

Without warning, Garret jerks
hard on the crotch of my panties, dragging me forward in the chair. My skirt
rides up, and my bare ass meets the warm leather of the seat, turning my yelp
of surprise into a gasp of pleasure. I have just enough wits about me to bite
my lip, hoping his secretary didn’t hear me.

I bite harder when Garret
twists the chair around to face him and folds my knees up toward my chest. My
wet pussy feels exposed and vulnerable as he slides my black panties up my
thighs and over my kneecaps. He extends my legs to rest against one of his
shoulders and slips the lacy underwear over my black pumps before discarding
them in a nearby chair. Staring into my face, he comes down on one knee, still
holding the backs of my knees. I moan as he teases the back of my thighs with
light kisses and licks, below the tops of my stockings.

Then Garret’s tongue is right
where I need it most, dipping into my glistening slit. I find myself kneading
my heavy, tingling tits and leaning back in the chair to push my cunt toward
Garret’s face. The vibration of his groan between my legs leaves me panting and
struggling to swallow my high-pitched moans.

When he pries open my pussy
lips with his thumbs and uses the tip of his tongue to draw circles around my
aching clit, I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s too much, watching his handsome face
masked in desire as he looks up from between my legs, seeing him stretching his
tongue out to flick my sensitive nub.

Garret stops licking me, and
I feel him climb to his feet. “Open your eyes, Faith. No hiding. Stay with me.”

I force my eyes open and
blink hard to focus through my haze of passion. He spreads my legs, holding me
by my knees, standing between them. His hard-on bulges out from the front of
his suit pants, pulling the material tight. He looks so big, and my wet,
twitching pussy is gaping, hungry, so close. It would be so easy for him to
unzip his pants and sink his big, hard cock into my willing cunt, with his secretary
just on the other side of the door and the rain pouring down the glass wall
behind his desk. My view of the lot and the small community park beyond is
muted by the water sheeting down the foot-square panes of glass. I can only
hope we’re as unfocused to anyone outside. This feels too good to stop.

With the corner of his mouth
curled in a wicked smile, Garret folds my legs over the arms of the chair and
traces a finger along my creamy slit. His heated gaze on my needy pussy makes
my cheeks burn, because I am so obviously ready for him, because my body
doesn’t care how unladylike, how unprofessional it is to spread myself for a
hot, dirty office fuck from my client. Garret, controlled and deliberate, seems
to have no qualms about what we’re doing, about making me his slut in his
leather office chair.

He slips his finger out of my
slit and rubs it along my mouth, glossing my red lips with the creamy wetness
of my own cunt. I lick his finger, then suck at it when he smiles.

“Unbutton your jacket and
blouse. I want to see those beautiful tits.”

Still sucking his finger,
still staring into those deep brown eyes rimmed in thick black lashes, I fumble
with the jacket buttons and almost rip open the blouse in frustration. I tug
the jacket and blouse and the straps of my lacy white bra down my shoulders.

Garret drags his finger from
my mouth and reaches over with both hands to pull down the cups of my bra. My
warms tits slip into his hands, my pale nipples standing out stiff from the
soft white mounds. I shudder hard, bowing my back as Garret bends to lick each
nipple. He spends a few seconds sucking, a few seconds teasing and scraping
them with his teeth.

“You have such soft,
sensitive tits, baby,” he says, breathing on my wet skin, making me shiver.
Garret goes still and looks me hard in the eye. “You like a rough touch with
them, don’t you, Faith?”

I suck in my breath, my pulse
pounding. Should I admit he’s right? It seems like a shameful thing to
acknowledge, that I like the way he pulls my hair and takes possession of my
mouth with his, that I want him to rip my clothes off and make me take his cock
in all my tight, tingling holes, that the idea of him pinching and twisting and
pulling my nipples turns me on. But if confessing it means I can have it, that
he will do all these nasty things to me…

Sucking my lower lip
nervously, I nod my head.

“No, Faith,” he says, shaking
his head. “Say it. Say it dirty for me.”

This time I feel myself flush
over my cheeks, down my chest, up my neck and my prickling scalp. “Yes, I like
it,” I whisper. “Be rough with my tits… Be rough with me.”

Squeezing one of my tits
hard, Garret pulls my hair again, increasing the pressure slowly and steadily
until I arch for him. “How, Faith? What do you want me to do?”

I whimper against his sensual
mouth. “Oh, god. Twist my nipples. Pull them.”

“And?”

“P-put your…” I falter in
embarrassment.

Garret twists and pulls one
of my nipples, sending a jolt of sharp pleasure through me. “Say it for me, and
I’ll do it to you, baby. Everything you want.”

“Put your fingers up my ass,”
I gasp, choking back my shame. “Deep. Stretch my asshole.”

“Fuck, yes,” Garret groans
and rewards me with a thorough, bruising kiss. “What else?”

“Pound my cunt with your
stiff cock. Oh, god, please, Garret. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it hard.”

He draws a thick breath
through his teeth. “I’ve been waiting for that too long, Faith. I should have
made you say those words that night at your car. Fuck, I should have taken you
the day we met.”

The idea that Garret has
wanted me so long, wanted me spread and hot for him, leaves me reeling and
feeling just as impatient as he sounds. He grabs my jacket and blouse and pulls
them down my shoulders, pinning my arms back and making me thrust up my
tits.
 
But it isn’t enough for him. I
watch eagerly as he unknots his gray silk tie and strips it from his shirt
collar. He leans over me to run it behind me, under my arms, and uses it to
cinch my elbows together. It feels incredibly awkward and yet wanton, my spine
bent hard, my tits forced out on display. I whine and can’t stop myself from
shifting and straining against the binding, and he smiles and unbuttons his own
shirt to reveal a well-muscled chest and subtly contoured abs.

Garret cups my cheek in his
palm. “You’re going to spend a lot of time like this, tied up for my pleasure,
and you’re going to like it.”

I don’t have a chance to
respond, don’t have a chance to wonder or doubt him before Garret has a tit in
each hand, pulling my nipples, making me arch almost out of the chair. My
squeals are sharp and panicked.

“Shh, baby. We don’t want
anyone to hear you and interrupt, do we?”

“No,” I moan, surprising
myself.

“No,” he agrees, twisting the
rigid nubs, a shock of pleasure rippling out over my tits. For several long,
delightful minutes, Garret squeezes and slaps my tender tits, until they are
stinging and tingling and I’m begging for more. “Are you ready?” he asks then.
“Do you need to be fucked, baby?”

“Yes,” I groan. “Yes,
please.”

Garret pulls hard on my
nipples once more, up and out, saying, “You sound so amazingly sweet when you
beg. I’m going to make you do it every time I fuck you.”

Then he releases my tormented
nipples, and I sigh and sag in the chair as much as my bound position will
allow. Engrossed, I stare as Garret’s fingers work the fly of his pants, to
free his thick cock and round balls. I whimper just looking at the meaty,
veined shaft, topped with a broad head I can already imagine splitting my cunt
wide open.

“Do you want to taste it,
baby?” Garret asks, holding his stiff dick at the base, leaning his hips
forward just slightly. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

I nod and mew. He lets me
squirm in the chair, my legs still draped over the legs, until I can lean
forward over his jutting prick. As I’m about to take it in my mouth, he edges
away. I lean deeper, straining to keep my balance, and he draws back a little
further.

“Next time, baby. Right now,
I need to get into your warm little pussy.”

Frustrated at being teased, I
wriggle back clumsily, until I’m angled with my cunt open and offered to him
again. With the chair pushed against the table, and one hand on the headrest,
Garret takes a wide stance and bends his knees to direct his cock to my creamy
pussy lips.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I moan
urgently, before the head of his dick even touches me. Then it is pushing
against my tight opening, wedging itself into the snug folds.

“Is this what you want,
Faith? Say it for me.”

“God, yes, Garret. Fuck my
pussy.” I can’t believe it’s my voice I’m hearing spouting things I thought
people only said in porn movies, but it’s turning me on so bad. “Shove it in.
Shove your dick up my cunt. I want it hard.”

Garret is groaning and
sighing now, as he works his fat cock into my throbbing hole. “That’s my sweet
Faith. My good girl…uh…talking dirty for me. Take my cock, baby.”

“More,” I beg. “Deeper. I
want it all.”

“You will…uh… You will
definitely take it all, little girl.” Garret’s slow push suddenly becomes a
hard, demanding thrust. “Right to my balls.”

After two more merciless
stabs, I feel Garret’s heavy ballsack slap up against my ass. I can’t move,
impaled on the thick cock that is making my stretched cunt walls burn and
scream for mercy. He pauses there, rocking gently, like he’s trying to get my
tight pussy to accept the sudden invasion, the massive member spreading it
open.

His forehead starting to bead
with sweat, Garret pants, “Ready?”

When I nod, he grabs me by my
waist and tenses, a moment before his hips begin hammering his dick into my
tender pussy. The friction of flesh against flesh sends searing pleasure
radiating out from my cunt, and I gasp and pant, trying to breathe my way
through the intense, mounting sensation without screaming his name. He looks
like a Greek god, classically handsome features hardened in concentration and
the driving pursuit of release, sculpted muscles working feverishly under his
skin.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I love
the fact… The fact that you’re tied up and can’t…uh…stop me from enjoying you
anyway I want…and making you enjoy it, too. You’re my little slut, aren’t you,
Faith? My submissive little girl. Say it. Oh, fuck…say it.” He hammers his
command home with the ruthless thrusts of his fat cock.

“Oh, god, yes. I’m your
submissive little girl. I’m your slut.”

As if in reward, Garret
shifts his hand from my waist to my tits and kneads and slaps my nipples until
I can’t help crying out.

Hips still pumping, he
smiles. “They definitely heard that…in reception. Now they’ll all know you’re
mine… They all know you’re riding my cock and loving every second of it.”

I can’t help it. I don’t care
right now who knows. I wouldn’t care if half the office ran in and found us,
saw me trussed up and squirming on Garret’s dick like his sex slave. I just
want to come on his cock and feel him fill my cunt with his cum.

I shake my head. “I don’t care.
Please, just make me come. Let me come on your dick.”