The smoky aroma of pipe tobacco wafted through the air, tickling Francine's nose. Her boss, Micah had been at work all day and well into the night working on reports for a client. She'd stayed with him in order to catch up on work she'd missed and had ended up forming a nasty habit of working late alongside her boss.
She rubbed her nose and inhaled the sensual scent as it floated carelessly through the air.
His office was next to hers and the door had been cracked open. The building itself was old enough that the stale, yet reliable scent of old wood hung in the air and let anyone know that the structure had been around for at least 100 years.
San Francisco had plenty of buildings like that.
Francine adored the older architecture and often told her mate, Nick about the fascinating landscape and building styles she saw in the City by the bay.
Nick's laughter would float over her ears and he'd wish he could see the same sights, but work kept him away. His job as a programming tech took him around the country for various firms. It also gave him interesting stories.
Many of those stories became tales Francine wrote about on a story site she ran in her spare time. Her audience was pretty large, but no one was aware of her proclivities.
She suspected Micah had an inkling of an idea of how she used her voice to lure strangers, often those of the highest 'moral' character, onto her site to give her money that paid for a comfortable lifestyle.
Francine let out a sigh, leaned back in her chair and set her heels up on the oak desk. She crossed her hands behind her head and closed her eyes for just a moment, listening to the sounds of old jazz while pipe smoke continuously filtered in from Micah's office in a steady stream.
What she wouldn't give to waltz right into his office, strip him and fuck his brains out.
She badly needed a break. The stress of working late for so many nights in a row was beginning to get to her. Hell, she even swore she'd developed an emotional connection deeper than lust for Micah.
Not only had she been playing catch up on her main jobs, but he'd been working her to the bone for the last few weeks and it was starting to grate on her nerves. Her hormones had begun to run amuck. Nick's hectic work schedule kept them from playing often.
And Micah was a stunning, handsome specimen of male who just happened to wear his heart on his sleeve. He'd even shown an occasional romantic side by making sure red roses filled the vase on her desk almost weekly now for the last six months.
Imagining the Norse god of a man running all that thick blond hair over her heated skin made her sweat. The thought of how his rough fingers would feel when he caressed her nipples made her pussy weep and breath come in pants.
As tired as she would be when she finally did get home, it would take effort to break out the vibrator, anal plug and nipple clamps while she fucked herself to sleep.
In her fantasies, Nick had come home and tied her to the bed in her sleep. He'd stripped off what little clothing she wore and forced her ass up in the air.
Then he'd lube her up and take her from behind while she was commanded to suck off her boss.
She sighed again and felt the material of her top rub against her breasts.
Micah chose that moment to step into her office. "Frankie, I need some food. Do you want anything?"
She swung her feet off the desk and leaned forward, propping her chin on her hands. The look in Micah's gaze spelled more than want for food.
Dark blue eyes held a gleam of something wicked that begged her to stand and strut across the room, hike up her skirt and tug him against her with one thigh.
Instead, she remained still, watched him run a hand through waist length blond hair he kept loose. It splayed over his chest in contrast against the dark maroon shirt he wore.
Black jeans hugged his hips.
She licked her lips.
He cocked his head to the side, "Frankie, food?"
She shook the lust from her mind and focused on him once more. "Oh yeah. Sure. What did you have in mind?"
He blinked. "Probably sushi or Mexican. There's that all night joint in the Mission that delivers. We can go together, stretch our legs or I can just send out for it."
She yawned and stretched stiffness from her muscles. The aches in her body were starting to get to her. "We should probably go for a walk but what time is it?"
A glance at the clock on her computer let her know it was too late to be in the Mission. "Order out. We can stretch by going downstairs and getting the food when it arrives. It'll be my treat."
He nodded.
The office on Market had a great view overlooking the street and during the day the sound of various cable cars could be heard along with traffic and flowing crowd, especially during the winter holidays.
Francine slid from her chair in a graceful move that let her stretch and show off a little thigh at the same time. She became very aware of the intense gaze on her.
A quick turn had her facing the window. With one hand she thrust the window open and felt a blast of cold air against her face.
Her nipples beaded in response.
Micah had been staring at her ass again with that same intensity that indicated just how much he was attracted to her.
A hand landed on her shoulder.
She spun around and found herself staring into Micah's dark blue eyes. The light in the office made them appear so much darker, like the depths of the ocean. The curve of his plump lips looked inviting enough to bite.
The set of his jaw was firm but his smile was pleasant.
"Have to be careful," the dark tone in his voice reverberated throughout her body. "The old wood in these windows is heavy but the panes aren't as solid as newer glass."
"Oh I know how to handle wood," she let the innuendo slip out before she could stop herself.
He chuckled low, a throaty sound. "Is that so?"
Wetness filled her core. The depth of his voice sent a shiver up her spine she couldn't ignore. Was he flirting back with her?
His smile softened. "Come on, let's go outside for a bit of fresh night air. It's needed. Besides, I need to let the office air out a bit."
She nodded again. "Yeah it's a bit smoky even here." She couldn't ignore the fact that she could smell him even through the thick Latakia tobacco that clung to him. She wondered what it would smell like if she buried her face in his silken locks while he buried his cock in her.
Again she shook the thought from her mind and focused on something other than the fact that Micah was standing so close she could smell him.
The desk, that was it. The ding on her email client sounded and drew her attention to it, rather than the empowering feel of standing so close to her boss.
"You should be more careful, Frankie. I'd guess that boyfriend of yours isn't taking care of you very well if you're this jumpy around a coworker."
"I doubt you're the reason I'm jumpy, Micah." She lied. "Besides, you've never been the coworker type. You're more the...encroaching boss type." Lust dripped from her voice in hopes that he'd take the bait.
A perfectly blonde eyebrow rose. "Encroaching? Sounds like grounds for sexual harassment lawsuit I'd rather avoid."
"Oh please," she laughed, "a man like you has never cared for the worries of others."
He chortled and stepped away. "I beg to differ. I care for the right worries."
Francine fought the urge to snicker. She'd seen the way Micah behaved with other attractive women. He'd been the smoothest talker possible, made sure to keep his hair back from his gorgeous face. Long blond lashes fluttered when he spoke about business, and even more when they laughed.
Women had always fallen for him.
Yet he'd pushed them away.
"Still," he cleared his throat, "this doesn't solve our little problem. Come." He set a hand on her shoulder.
She almost came from the purr of his voice over her ears and the sensation of his hand on her. It wasn't skin on skin contact but she'd spent too long ogling Micah.
The delicate way he held her with just one hand emanated power. Hell, just his presence, she believed, oozed commanding.
"Let's go. Just a few flights of stairs after I order food. You want the usual." It was a statement.
She nodded. "Indeed." Micah released her and turned around.
Francine licked her lips. She could practically taste the Latikia.
Maybe it was time for a seduction. Her body needed the release. Her pussy ached for fulfillment in the form of something thick and cream filled.
She bet Micah had that in spades.
She followed him down the flights of stairs, watching the way his hair swished over hips she'd love to hold while riding him.
It became difficult to keep her lustful thoughts to herself. Every opportunity to brush against him she'd taken in the small stairwell. Every little connection sent a spark through her.
By the time she realized she'd grabbed hold of his shoulder, it was too late.
She found herself falling into the pools of his eyes.
"You want me."
The deep rumble of his voice purred over her ears, grabbing her senses in a sensual embrace. Her lips were dry. Unconsciously her tongue darted out to moisten them.
The corners of his mouth curled upwards in a delectable smile.
Her nerves thrummed with excitement. Nipples tightened and she found herself rubbing squeezing her thighs together to alleviate pressure.
That gesture didn't help.
She did indeed want him with every fiber of her body.
He lowered his mouth to hers but didn't quite touch her. "Tell me you want me, Francine. Tell me."
She wanted to admit it but the game was much more fun when she protested. But her hormones weren't going to satisfy themselves. "I do." Her hushed whisper matched his.
"Good." He backed off and laid one hand on the wall by her head. "Then we'll settle this. After dinner."
"But," she reached out to catch empty air.
He turned and walked away from her. "Follow along, Francine. This will be more fun if you obey me."
Hormones beat a steady yet loud drum in anticipation of what he might have in store for them.
They reached the bottom flight and his heels clicked along the marble floor. Just as she watched him turn the corner, she stopped.
A hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her against the wall so hard it almost knocked the breath out of her.
She started to voice a protest but a pair of lips, hot and heavy, sealed over hers in a very aggressive, delicious way. She moaned against the mouth that took her.
Hard and fast, a tongue plunged between her lips while fingers dug into her hip and made her cry against him.
Her eyes widened. Every nerve stood on attention. Micah kissed, nipped and nibbled her mouth with his eyes closed.
Trapping her against the wall with his body, he pressed himself into her proving his body's reaction to her.
He was throbbing with definite need between his thighs. His tongue probed her mouth again and stroked hers, caressing it, coaxing it into his mouth.
Her heart fluttered, her skin warmed. She gasped into another kiss that left her breathless.
The smell and taste of smoky pipe tobacco had been mixed with caramel and vanilla, probably from the scotch. Underlining the heady adult aromas was the heady scent of male, potent and pure.
Her knees went weak but she urged the muscles in her thighs to wrap around him and squeeze. Hard.
Micah moaned, sending vibrations along her spine. His fingers inched up her thigh, bunching her skirt slightly so she could feel him against her bare skin.
Her breasts ached, nipples beaded into tight buds that crushed against the fabric of her top. She was wearing too many clothes.
So was he.
Damnit!
Then, he stopped.
She whimpered again and slumped her shoulders, aware of the lopsided grin she wore.
The serious burn in his eyes clued her in on his mood. His arousal was no longer pressing against hers and that was probably a good thing. She wanted badly to jump him now.
"It's time to get some fresh air." He turned and pushed his way past the glass door with her in tow.
When they got outside, a blast of cool air hit them that did nothing to calm her body's desire. In fact, her nipples now begged for one touch of those sensual, full lips or one flick of his tongue.
A hand caught hers and held it tightly.
She looked at Micah. The expression on his face gave her no clue other than his obvious arousal, as to what he was thinking. He was doing it again, masking his emotions with that blank stare on his face. She had tried that and it didn't' really work to her advantage in the past. Nick saw right through her.
Micah was different.
"Nice night," she looked at the ground then back at Market Street.
A bus passed.
Micah didn't respond.
She wasn't about to take silence as a good sign. "Don't you think you were a little forward?
He snorted.
She set her hands on her hips and faced him directly. "What's that supposed to mean?
"A derisive snort is usually obvious." The deep rumble of his voice excited her.
"So you're just going to leave me unsatisfied like all other males. Great." She turned away.
Hands caught her shoulders and spun her so fast she saw the blur of her red hair before a hand brushed her thick mane away.
Flames danced wildly in Micah's eyes yet his tone remained cordial. Controllably calm. "That is far from the truth. I have never left a woman unsatisfied."
It was her turn to snort now. "I figured you'd say something like that. Most men usually do."
His grip on her shoulders tightened. "I'm not most men as you will soon see. You've been very taunting me. This is unacceptable. I'd say you require," his mouth curved upwards in a smile that Francine found fearfully arousing, "correction."
She tried to hold back the snickers that bubbled from within but failed miserably. "You? You're going to correct me? I find that laughable."
He released her. "Indeed you do now, but," he sighed forcefully, "when the time is right you will learn I am always in control of everything."
She wanted to push his buttons more, make him show her what he meant by corrections. Maybe it'd involve nude cowboys and robbers. Or something like wild faeries and unicorns. But now wasn't the time to press him. She was already on the verge of having an orgasm just from the mere feel of him pressed against her; she needed to rein in her hormones a little more. And he needed to let go of some of the aggression somehow. She tried for diplomacy. "Okay," she reached for his arm. "Look it's been a long past few weeks for both of us. Why don't we get that bite to eat and deal with this later."
Micah rolled his shoulders and kept a very focused stare on her.
She swore she felt tension pour off him in waves. There was more to him than just sexual tension here. His body was tired, his posture reflected that. Sure he still stood beside her with confidence and certainty, but it was a tired stance.
Micah shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Okay." He let out another exasperated sigh. "Food would do us wonders right now."
She nodded. "Yes. Then," she let the sentence hang in the air between them.
An hour later, dinner had been consumed and both sat patiently in Micah's office. He had the same wood floor she did. Dark wood outlined the walls and a few bookshelves were filled with various books. On his oak desk sat a pipe ashtray, his pipe tool, PC and nothing else. He lit his pipe with a seriousness Francine hadn't expected.
The air filled instantly with the smoky, heady smell of Latakia and Oriental tobacco. She'd grown accustomed to the smell, almost as if the smell belonged to Micah. It reminded her of something feral, yet reined in.
He leaned back, put his feet on the desk and exhaled slowly.
She watched the rise and fall of his chest and groaned.
He tilted his head forward and looked dead at her. The smile on his face looked bemused. She could only guess what he was thinking. "Something the matter, Francine?"
She shook her head, "Nope. I'm just tired."
"I figured," he pointed at her with the stem of the pipe, "You need a break. You've been here with me nightly for the last several weeks and I know not seeing Nick has taken its toll on you."
She nodded. "Yeah, I suppose so. But how do you stop when you're so close to finishing a project?"
"You don't." He took another puff on the pipe, exhaling a huge cloud of smoke into the air. Micah then picked up the pipe tool, flipped it open with care and began poking around the bowl. "You simply finish the project and take your break then."
Maybe it was the settled feeling in her stomach or the comfort which she felt with him but she decided to prod him further. The memory of their earlier kiss flashed in her head and made her remember the exotic taste of him. Her voice dropped, "Is that what you do?"
Micah let the pipe rest in a large ashtray. He clasped his hands together and eased back in the chair. "Sometimes. Other times I just..." He blinked, "find release in other ways."
She sensed where this was going if she pressed a little harder. "You're the kind who would find release in someone then." She made it a fact.
The expression in his eyes changed before her. Instead of seeming cool and calculated, his eyes narrowed slightly, the sensual play of his mouth curved upward in a half snarl, half grin. His features darkened when his hair fell against the sides of his face.
Perhaps it was the lighting.
Francine looked around and then back at Micah's desk. His shoulders jerked but he looked like he was fighting to keep calm.
She stood. "What do you want? Do you," she took one step towards him. Anticipation built in her stomach that made her giggle, "want release, Micah?"
Micah looked down and the blonde locks that shaded his face blocked out the view.
She put another foot forward, crossing her legs in an inviting manner. "Nick would have to know eventually. But," she ran a fingernail over her bottom lip while he watched her, "but we could have this one night."
Running a hand through his hair, he smoothed it back from his face. Micah looked at her. His eyebrows furrowed together. "You'd cheat on him?"
"It's not exactly cheating when you have an open relationship dear."
The surprised look on Micah's face almost made her laugh aloud.
She took one more step forward, letting her skirt hike up her thigh. "I'd love to give you release, Micah."
By now her voice dripped with sensuality and seduction. She knew how she sounded and watching Micah slowly rise from his desk confirmed her thoughts.
He wanted her badly.
CHAPTER TWO
Micah's eyes blinked and darted around before settling on her. He looked her up with a heated gaze that spoke more of wanton lust than sweet romance.
Seconds later he was around the desk and a pair of hands gripped her shoulders. Lips locked onto hers.
She breathed in the heavy scent of pipe tobacco and picked up the definite raw maleness of him beneath that. She inhaled into the kiss.
His groin pressed against hers.
She felt herself being walked back towards the desk.
Francine went willingly. It would be fun to spread her legs on top of his desk and feel him fill her.
His mouth nibbled on hers, his tongue swept across her lower lip. He tasted, thrust in and out of her mouth while his fingers clenched her shoulders.
She felt the edge of his desk against the backs of her thighs. A hand slid down her arm and reached for the hem of her skirt.
Quickly, warm fingers spread over her thighs, brushing across the tops of her stockings.
She wished she'd worn a garter today; it added to her overall sex appeal. Oh well. No use in crying over that while that mouth of Micah's fastened to her neck and suckled hard.
He inhaled sharply.
She grabbed his shirt and tugged it out of the waist of his jeans.
He growled against her and bit her neck.
Yes! Francine made small eager noises from his teeth scraping across her skin.
Quickly he pushed her back on the top of his desk. The keyboard took a dive towards the trashcan.
She started to apologize but his mouth closed down on hers with such ferocity that made her head spin. Francine closed her eyes, felt the press of his huge bulge against her sex. His hands were now on her flesh, smoothing over the tops of her stockings.
Fingers edged upwards towards the crotch of her panties. She'd chosen something modest today, black and satin. She wished for something a little trashier.
The panties came down her thighs.
Her skirt was shoved up higher
She started to sit up but a hand forced her down.
Hands caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples into harder tight peaks that begged for a sopping, sucking mouth.
He untucked her shirt.
Her hands found his face nuzzling her belly before tearing her skirt down her thighs and finally exposing her.
She gasped in mock surprise.
Micah looked up the line of her body, his hair had fallen to the sides of his face again. Even with his light complexion and fair hair, he looked predatory.
Fingers yanked down her panties and exposed her pussy to the air.
She was dripping already, her clit throbbing for attention.
Micah's mouth sealed over the nub and began sucking.
Instantly, her body bucked beneath his. It took effort to move but involuntarily she jerked against him. Strong arms kept her pinned down.
The fact that she couldn't move excited her further. She tried to touch her nipples but a hand stopped her and captured both of hers.
He held her thighs apart while suckling her.
It took only seconds later for her orgasm to slam into her body and make her cry out. "Miach," she screamed his name aloud, "Micah!" She tried to shut her thighs around his head.
He kept her legs forced open while he continued to spear her with his tongue.
In and out he probed, darting, licking and flicking his tongue over her swollen bud while she rode another orgasm.
Slamming her head back against his desk, she barely heard his pipe fall onto the floor. She shuddered uncontrollably and struggled against his grasp.
Yet he wouldn't relent on giving her release she badly ached for, craved.
Sweat broke out on her forehead and when Micah stopped, he let her go, leaving her a boneless panting mess.
She panted, sighed and let her head loll off towards the edge of the desk. She saw his pipe on the floor and started to reach for it.
"Don't bother. It's a rugged pipe. I've dropped that thing hundreds of times. Also, it's a Parker." He said the words as though she should understand what that meant.
She didn't but she did comprehend the one thing currently nudging her thighs.
Francine stretched her legs and tried to spread them apart, only to be stopped by something. She looked down the line of her body and saw her panties around her mid thighs still. "My panties should have come off with the skirt. You should take them off and fuck me."
He smirked. "You should learn patience, Frankie."
"When it comes to getting what I want, and," she twirled her fingernail down her chest, "what you need, I'm far from patient." She rubbed her wrists and sat up.
Micah handed her the blouse from earlier.
She slipped it back around her shoulders and buttoned it up.
He ran a hand through his hair and unbuttoned his jeans. His fly parted and his cock fell forward. "I'm glad you like to service, Francine. It's a good idea for you to do that. Lie back down. Keep your panties around your thighs."
Her hair spilled beneath her and the top she wore remained bunched up. She stripped loose of the top and now sat on his desk wearing only stockings and her underwear around her legs. Her shoes had been kicked off during Micah's pussy eating session. Her heart still pounded and her mind started in on how she could get more out of this before they had to quit.
Micah snapped his fingers. "Now, love."
She licked her lips and shifted her weight before leaning back on the desk. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. Her head hung off the edge.
He came around, picked up his pipe and set it back on the edge of the desk. "You will not knock this over again."
"But I thought you said it was a--"before she could finish, the thick, purple head of his cock slid past her parted lips and into her mouth.
Francine nearly gagged on the thick swell of his cock. He was huge, slicked with precum that tasted slightly sweet and tangy. Hands grabbed her head and fingers pressed into her skull, not uncomfortably but with enough force to let her know who was in charge here.
"Tit for tat," he coughed and began pumping himself into her mouth.
Slowly, easily he slid in and out of her. She kept a tight grip around his shaft with her lips, making sure to run her tongue along the underside before trying to taste the last bit of his head when he withdrew.
"You should always be on my desk like this, spread completely open with your hair a mess and your clothes disheveled." The depth of his voice rumbled throughout the office and through her.
Francine moved to taste the precum strand that hung from her lips to his cock but he wouldn't come any closer.
He stood just out of reach for her. "Beg for it."
She whimpered.
"I said beg." He took himself in hand and slapped her cheek.
She snorted. He was amusing, she'd give him that. But she really wanted his cum and then for him to fuck her into oblivion. That's what she needed. It would take more than a little dick slapping to make her beg but she'd play along. "Boss man, give me your dick."
His laughter was a deep, rich sound of maniacal. "No. That's not how you beg. I've heard you
She gasped. "When?" How could he know? She had once called Nick late at night when she swore Micah's door was shut. She had her fingers buried while she talked to Nick. And he'd made her beg for permission to come that night.
"Beg me just like you beg Nick. I promise good girls get rewarded." He bent over her body and bit her stomach.
His balls brushed the top of her lips and made her ache for a taste. She squirmed beneath him and wriggled her hips. "Doesn't that pretty prick want to be somewhere else?"
Micah rose to his full height and captured her hands again. He held them in his hands while inching his cock closer to her mouth. "It does. After I've come in your pretty little mouth. Now beg."
Shaved balls hung between hairy, powerful thighs while his cock dangled almost in her reach. She wanted to taste him again, make him beg and lose control. That's what Micah needed badly. She would be the vessel he would lose control with, just like she was with Nick.
"Please," she dropped her voice so it squeaked just a touch. "Please fill my mouth baby," she flicked her tongue out for emphasis, enjoying the expression on Micah's face.
"You need me more than I need you, Francine."
The words stung.
"Look, are you going to, ouch!" A hand tweaked a nipple painfully.
The bite from his action flooded her core with more liquid. How did he know? "I like that, baby. Just...give me your cock now. Let me suck it for you."
"That," he cleared his throat, "sounds like begging, albeit loosely." He stepped closer and set his dick in her mouth.
Slowly, he pumped in and out.
Francine ran her tongue up and down the length of him, tasting, enjoying the feel of precum coating her tongue and mouth. She used her lips to create different sensations on his cock at various points of him as he slid in and out.
He groaned for her enjoyment.
At least she thought his groans were for her pleasure.
Hands reached down the length of her body to touch herself but he stopped her mid thrust. "No. Your pleasure comes when I say, not you."
She blinked and tried to nip the head of his cock.
He pulled out and forced her into a sitting position. Quickly, he sealed his lips over her neck Shuddering, she kicked out and found herself stilted by her panties.
He then slid the top down so that her arms were bound.
She squirmed against him, not sure if it was from being bound or the fact that his tongue swirled deliciously around her neck. The former caused her annoyance, the latter, pleasure that that washed over her skin and made her tingle. She swore she grew wetter.
Carefully, Micah pulled back and eased her onto her back.
Her head hung off the edge of the desk and she glanced at the throbbing cock just inches from her mouth. "You've got me trussed up. Now fuck me," she let the tone of her voice drop so she sounded breathy.
He snickered. "You're good, Francine but I think we should begin correcting you for earlier."
An eyebrow arched. What did he mean, correcting her? Oh, right. Her infraction. "Right. Go ahead, big boy."
She could only move her arms at the elbows and her feet had been tangled up in her panties. This wasn't the best or tightest bondage she'd ever been in but it certainly was interesting. "What do you intend to do with me?"
Fingers caressed her cheek.
She nuzzled the hand and felt more caresses against her flushed skin.
He chuckled, a throaty sound.
Francine arched her back and lifted her breasts upward, offering them. "Better if your mouth were on my tits and cock in me."
He frowned. "You're trying to control things here with your lovely body. I do think the gypsy rose color of skin suits your personality. And it matches that fiery red mane of yours. I intend to hold onto that when I do slide inside you. But for now, you're going to stop trying to control things."
He sounded stern.
"Beg me for my cock again, Francine. With feeling."
"Oh, you don't think I meant it?"
He shook his head and wagged a finger at her. "I know you better than that. I've paid attention to you all these weeks working at night and when I've went home," he grabbed his cock and began stroking, "I've fantasized about you." He stepped back from her reach.
She blinked, fluttering long eyelashes at him that would surely make him give her what they both wanted. It wouldn't hurt to remind him of her position. "You have me bound and open, why not take advantage?"
"The technique," he stroked himself slowly, "works best if you're right side up. And again you need something too. I'm not all take, Francine."
She stiffened. He'd heard her earlier conversation with a girl pal about him. Crap!
"Yeah, I figured you'd react to that. It's okay. You don't know. So I'm going to give. First thing is," he let himself go and fastened his pants. "You. I'm going to force pleasure on you and force relaxation. You'll just have to bear with me."
His eyes narrowed and revealed an almost pained expression.
She squirmed against the desk and knocked off mouse. The next thing she knew, Micah was hovering over her again.
His delicious mouth came down hard on hers, so hard that he would bruise her. It didn't matter. He tasted so good. Felt so wonderful with his body blanketing hers the way it had. She'd been lonely and phone sex hadn't cut it. She knew her body in and out, knew just which toys satisfied and how. But nothing compared to the real thing and Micah was denying her.
She wanted to scream out her frustration but she could only moan into his mouth.
His tongue plunged past her lips and tasted her. Hands cupped and caressed her breasts, pulled at the nipples. A knee shoved between her thighs and rubbed her pussy.
Crying out again, she clutched his arms and moved what little she could. "Give to me," she whined.
"See, now you're begging." He applied more pressure with his thigh.
Her clit throbbed in response, her pussy lips were soaked now. If he removed his thigh he'd find a huge damp spot.
He clamped down on her breast and suckled her. Hard.
She arched into his mouth and gripped his biceps in a vice-like grip. Her legs clutched around his thigh and she rubbed against him.
Micah's hair blanketed her body like silk and only added to the sensations she felt. A shiver raced through her.
His tongue traced a pattern from one breast to the other before he took it in his mouth and bit down.
Pain spiked through her. Excited, she cried out and felt more wetness soak her pussy. Her entire body tensed and shook. Her fingernails dug into his arms hard enough that she drew blood.
Micah's mouth fell down on hers and he hissed into their kiss.
Hair spilled over one side of his face, blocking everything from view. She wanted to rake her nails down his back, tangle her fingers in his hair and tug while she felt him fill her.
But now she cried out her orgasm, feeling every inch of him against her.
Her eyes slammed shut and her breath came in short, rapid bursts.
A hand wedged between her thighs and spread her lips apart before fingers sank in.
Her pussy gripped those fingers hungrily.
"More, baby," she cooed and bucked against Micah's hand.
He worked his fingers in and out fast, faster until her body exploded with a third orgasm that sent her over the edge. Slamming her head down against the desk hurt, but she bucked and strained beneath Micah, the restraints and heard the tear of fabric in the back of her mind.
It didn't matter.
He'd stopped moving.
She'd come.
Micah held her close with his free hand.
She sobbed into his shoulder.
A few moments later, even the desk was too painful for her.
Slowly, Micah lifted himself off her tugged her panties down her thighs until they were off.
She watched him shove her panties into his pocket through teary eyes while smirking at his gesture.
Carefully, he tugged her hips forward and lifted her into a sitting position, adjusting her top so that it covered her again.
He didn't do a very thorough job. She laughed halfheartedly and fixed her blouse. "Well," she sighed, "ready for round two?"
He snorted. "No. Go home Francine. Be ready for tomorrow."
Then he picked up his pipe, lighter and tool and walked out of the office.
An hour later, Francine found herself naked in bed, sore from all the places he'd bitten her. Even the covers irritated her breasts, he'd suckled them to the point of pleasurable pain. She drifted off with the memory of him and his lovely cock filling her, giving her what she wanted.
Oh and she'd tell Nick about it tomorrow.
