She shivers and inhales, her form trembling.
“I don’t want to be hit.” She states this as if it’s the worst thing in the world.
“But you might like it,” I counter with a grin. “Why knock it if you haven’t tried it?” I place my other hand on the chair as well, practically on top of her at this point. For the first time, Katie’s cheeks redden. Excellent, I’ve finally broken through that calm composure of hers.
“Just imagine,” I continue. “You’re bent over my desk, your ass in the air, and then you feel my palm against your cheek. It stings at first, sure, but then a deep warmth spreads underneath the skin, and you’re addicted to the feeling. You beg me to smack your ass one more time, and I do just that, pounding that lovely ass of yours until it’s nice and red.” I stare into her brown eyes, knowing damn well that she’d purr like a kitten if this actually happened. Hell, she’d be begging for me to paddle her ass over and over again.
But maybe I’ve gone overboard already.
“Love bites, sexy ass slapping, and some bondage are about as far as I go into the dark side of sex,” I clarify just to bring her some peace of mind. “Oh, and did I mention that I love to eat pussy?” I add, knowing it will be hard to resist such a detail. After all, women adore having their clit tongued, especially when I’m the one doing it.
A blush blooms across her cheeks. Even her ears become red. I laugh, finding it absolutely captivating.
“Oh, God,” she moans ever so softly.
“I can make you see this so-called God, baby. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal? Or do you want me to send your sweet ass back home to your mommy?”
She licks her lips, trying to get her bearings.
Don’t tempt me like that, Katie. You might just regret it.
“When would this living together start?” she asks hoarsely, her eyes curiously bright. Have I managed to intrigue her with the idea? I grow excited just thinking that I’m this much closer to making this woman mine – in all the ways that matter.
“Today. Right now if you want,” I growl, getting even closer, our lips nearly colliding. “You could walk those curves over to my office door, lock us in here nice and tight, and I can take you on top of my desk. Against the wall. On the floor. Wherever you like. Just say the word,” I pause, my lips lingering just above hers. I can feel her quivering breath, soft and gentle. “Would you enjoy that, baby?”
She shudders, and my pulse quickens. We’re almost there. I can almost see her lips forming the word yes. Her cheeks go a deeper shade of red, and I can tell that she’s thinking about it – imagining it. There are a plethora of fantasies running through that cute little head of hers. She’s a dirty girl, that much I can already tell. And you’d best believe that I’m going to have my fun with her.
“Really?” she asks on a whisper.
I nod. “Abso-fucking-lutely, baby. I can pop that cherry so quick it’ll make your head spin. Then I can show you what you’ve been missing all of your life. This’ll be wilder than your wildest dreams.” I push her back into the chair. “If you think your ass is hot right now, wait until this bee makes that flower inside your sexy body bloom for me.”
She giggles a bit.
“That’s a funny metaphor.”
I waggle my brows.
“I’m serious sweetheart. Don’t even get me started.”
Katie giggles again.
“It does sound enticing,” she muses. “But…”
“But what?” I ask, growing impatient.
“Um, well, I need to call my mom.”
What? Why does she need to do that? But then I remember that Katie’s only eighteen and just on the cusp of adulthood. She’s probably still transitioning to being fully independent, although this dependency seems a little weird given what she’s told me about her mom.
But it’s fine. I’ll live. With an over-exaggerated sigh, I get up and round my desk. There, I grab my phone off the receiver and hold it out in her direction.
“Go ahead. Call her. Ask her for permission to make six figures. Or better yet, see if it’s okay with her if her daughter has a month-long sleepover with the man who’s about to make her life a hell of a lot better than she ever dreamed it could be.”
Katie takes a second to get up. Her dress bunches up around her thighs before falling down to her knees. I drink in the sight of those long, curvy legs. I imagine what they’d look like open wide, exposing that tight, pink pussy for me. Does she shave? I wonder. If not, she’s about to start because it’s so much easier to eat someone out when they’re totally bare. Trust me. No one really likes to go trudging through a jungle.
