Quitting the Boss

Ann Victor

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Susan Ann Wall

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She was trying to kill him. Alec Winter leaned back on the firm pillow, tucking his hands behind his head. It might be surrendering, but there was nothing more he could do.

“Maybe we should put in a movie,” Jenna Craven suggested through her enticing smile. “Get the blood flowing in the right direction again.”

By movie, she meant porno and by right direction, she meant straight to his cock. They’d been fucking for nearly five hours, but apparently Jenna wasn’t done yet. How the woman would be able to walk after the ride she’d taken him on he didn’t know.

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Alec said, not willing to admit his cock was completely spent and the rest of his body needed sleep before he’d be capable of getting it up again.

Jenna rolled her perfect and naked body off the bed without giving him a second glance. “Then I’m going to take off.”

“It’s two in the morning.”

“I’m wired. If you can’t play anymore, I can find something else to do.”

Alec didn’t like the idea of Jenna finding something else to do. He preferred her in his bed even if they weren’t having sex.

She’d been anxious lately, an unusual trait for the woman who exuded control, even when she gave up the reins in bed. She’d started fidgeting at work, something he’d never seen her do in the four years they’d worked together. At night, when she and Alec were alone in his house, she was insatiable. Maybe it was time Alec find out what had her wound tighter than a springboard.

“What’s going on?”

She continued to dress, ignoring his question. She was likely trying to spur him on, probably hoping for a little of Alec’s punishment. The little vixen loved having her ass smacked and practically came when Alec bit down on her pussy. All punishment was followed by immense pleasure and Alec was too exhausted to deliver the pleasure, so he’d have to stave his urge to administer the punishment.

He pushed himself off the bed and crossed to where she was pulling on a sweatshirt. Jenna carried a bag, coming straight to his place after work and only returning home the next morning to change into work clothes. She’d taken to bringing a set of casual clothes to go home in, not wanting anyone to see her in yesterday’s attire.

Alec held her arms to still her, forcing her to look at him. “Tell me what’s going on with you.”

“I’m horny, Alec. I want to fuck.” Her eyes didn’t flash with that spark Alec had become addicted to. They were dark, empty.

“We’ve been fucking all night.”

“Not all night.”

“Damn near.” One of the candles on the other side of the room burned out, causing the shadows to shift as the remaining three candles continued to flicker. The smell of sulfur stung his nose before it faded beneath the vanilla fragrance. “Tonight isn’t the only time you’ve been anxious.”

She’d started pulling middle of the night disappearing acts three days ago. Alec didn’t like it when she left, leaving his bed empty and cold. He enjoyed waking up to a hot body and having a good morning fuck to start the day.

Worse was the road his mind sprinted down when she left. Alec wouldn’t classify himself insecure, but damned if he didn’t think the worst when Jenna left him alone.

“Jenna,” he demanded.

Shrugging out of his hold, she stepped back, her eyes narrowing. “Stop acting like you know me Alec, because you don’t.”

Ah, but he did. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded.

Her gaze shot to his still flaccid cock before shooting back to his eyes. “Why?”

“Don’t ask questions,” he said, a tingle stirring his cock to life at the sound of her defiance. Dammit, she made him crazy. “Just do as you’re told.”

She raised a brow as if in warning, but he knew she’d comply. She liked giving up control in the bedroom.

The little vixen took her time, wriggling out of the yoga pants first. The maroon UMass sweatshirt dropped to mid-thigh, so her little performance teased him but Alec loved the sleek length of her legs, so she could tease all she wanted.

Her shirt came off a little more quickly and she stood there with that intense stare, either contemplating whether the panties or bra should go first or waiting for him to issue another command.

“Bra,” he said, taking the reins once again. As she reached behind her back, her perfect breasts pushed forward, straining the sexy lace. When it was unclipped, she let the straps fall from her shoulders first, a provocative tease that had Alec’s heart hammering in his chest. After the lacey get-up dropped to the floor, her hands moved to her hips.

“No,” Alec barked. “Leave them. For now.”

Her lips curved in a satisfied grin, one that Alec would punish her for if he wasn’t thoroughly enjoying himself. Yes, she was getting her way, at least partially. He didn’t think there was any hope of being able to fuck her after the marathon they’d just finished, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t play with her, or more accurately, command her to play with herself.

“I thought you were horny,” he teased, falling back on the bed. “You’re nipples aren’t hard.” Her fair skin was flushed, a combination of anticipation and satisfaction. She was beautiful, sexy, a woman to be both admired and respected.

She just stood there, looking like a perfectly sculpted still-life statue in the dim light of his bedroom. She knew this game well. Alec had made a statement but hadn’t told her to do anything. She was playing by the rules, but he knew that wouldn’t last for long. Jenna liked to break the rules because she liked to be punished.

“Pinch them. Both of them.”

Jenna caressed her fingers up her soft belly and around her pert breasts, circling in opposite directions from the outside in until she reached the hardening tips. Blood started rushing to Alec’s groin, his hips almost jerking off the bed.

Then she pinched the pink nubs, her breath expelling in a gasp and by some miracle, Alec was hard again.

She licked her middle fingers and used the wet tips to tease herself. He wondered if she realized she was gyrating her hips in rhythm with her fingers. It could have been deliberate, but he’d learned a long time ago when Jenna was like this, her body reacted naturally. It was hot as fuck.

“Lose the panties,” he commanded, having better plans for those fingers. Just as she’d wriggled out of the leggings, she did the same with the lace boy shorts that hugged her hips. She kept her pussy shaved and Alec’s tongue darted across his lips at the sight of her. He’d tasted her there earlier, bringing her to the first of many orgasms. He was tempted to feast on her again, but the show was too good to change his plans.

“On the bed, on your knees.”

Her mouth curved like a bow again and Alec felt the arrow pierce his heart. Damn this woman made him feel things he’d never thought himself capable of. Things he refused to acknowledge because it would only spin a web of complexity neither of them wanted.

This game wasn’t about his heart. He’d kept that little piece of anatomy out of the equation for this long, there was no point letting it play a part now. Jenna wasn’t interested in anything more than an exclusive sexual relationship either. That’s one of the reasons they fit so well together. Another major reason was how she liked to give up control. Alec enjoyed taking it from her.

“Play with your clit,” he demanded when she was in position at the opposite corner of the bed.

Her hands took another slow exploration down her body and Alec could see gooseflesh rise all over her skin. She avoided her bare mound, instead caressing over her hips and down her legs until her fingers drifted to the inside of her thighs and started moving back up. The middle finger of her right hand went straight for her clit while all the fingers of her left hand caressed between her legs.

“So fucking hot,” Alec groaned, his cock now painfully erect. He wanted to see Jenna bring herself to the brink of orgasm before he found any relief for his own ache.

He watched with rapt fascination as she touched herself. She wasn’t shy. In fact, he suspected she liked being watched. It was another piece of that control she surrendered.

“Do not insert your fingers,” he protested just as her pretty pink nails were about to disappear inside her pussy. She’d get off too quickly with all that stimulation and he wanted her to suffer just a little longer for keeping him up all night.

“Don’t you want to watch me come?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Not yet,” he growled, though it was a lie. He’d suffer through an erection all night to watch Jenna get herself off over and over again. Even though he’d been desperate for sleep fifteen minutes ago, now he didn’t give a damn if he ever closed his eyes again.

The only thing keeping Jenna upright was all the tension in her body from the building orgasm. She loved it when Alec watched. He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

She was desperate to come while his eyes were on her. He’d make her come again when they were fucking and maybe she’d finally reach a threshold and pass out for the night. Of course, the chances of that were slim. When she was anxious like this, nothing could settle her down. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t fuck Alec into oblivion trying though.

She attempted to insert her fingers deep in her pussy again but Alec barked another “no.” She could do it anyway, just to see what he’d do to her, but she was enjoying his focus too much to defy his demands.

“I want to come,” she told him, hoping this time he would let her.

“You will, but not yet.”

His body was strung tight, from his flexing thighs to his corded arms and the thick erection in between. The way he pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes was a clear indicator of how tense he was, as was the deep gravel in his voice. The man thrived on control though, so he would live through his own suffering for hours to maintain it. Tonight, Jenna could give him hours because she knew sleep wasn’t in the cards, not with her first meeting of the day tomorrow causing her more anxiety than she would ever acknowledge.

“I wish this was your hand,” she said, trying to entice him to touch her while deflecting her own unease at what tomorrow held.

“Why? You’re so skilled at pleasuring yourself.”

“So are you.” God she wanted him to touch her, to tease her until her entire body was on fire and she was screaming his name.

Again.

With each firm flick of her own finger, the tension continued to build until her hips writhed and she was moaning from the pleasure of her own touch. She was on the cusp of release, but held back because she knew Alec would stop her anyway.

Or maybe this time he wouldn’t. His clenched jaw and dark eyes told her he was on the edge too.

“Alec,” she bellowed, pinching her nipple as her other hand worked over her clit. She was so wet and so sensitive and every nerve ending in her body exploded in glorious pleasure. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, could barely stay upright on her knees as the orgasm unleashed in wave after wave of glorious pleasure. It was only after the waves subsided and she cupped her pussy to cool the fire without completely extinguishing it that she could open her eyes.

The intensity of Alec’s gaze burned into her, igniting her desire once again. “Alec,” she pleaded.

He licked his lips before he spoke. “Turn around. On your hands and knees.”

God, yes. Finally he was going to put his hands on her, and likely his fingers in her.

“You’re so fucking hot, I don’t even know where to start,” he growled as he came up behind her. His firm finger circled her anus, applying only enough pressure to tease and taunt and make Jenna want. “I could start here in your tight little ass.”

Jenna moaned and pushed back, encouraging him on, but he moved his finger to her pussy, circling her swollen folds in a figure eight motion that sent aftershocks surging through her. “So wet. Maybe you want me to start here.”

At this point, she didn’t care where he fucked her as long as he got to it. Then his fingers moved over her hypersensitive clit and she cried out. “Or maybe I should just play with your clit. You seem to like that.”

“Fuck me,” she begged, causing Alec to chuckle, a deep rumble that told her he intended to do exactly that. She just didn’t know where and the anticipation was killing her.

He continued to play with her clit and Jenna moved her hips in a perfect synchronicity with his hand. It was the same kind of rhythm they’d shared since their first night together.