Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day,” he says roughly into my ear, pulling my skirt up in fistfuls. His hand dives down into my underwear, and I’m slick against his fingers.
“Va i helvete, girl. Are you wet at your desk all afternoon thinking about our meeting?”
Weakly, I nod, already too lost in the circular motions of his fingers. I close my eyes, relaxing against him and giving in to the sensations as he strokes me. They build rapidly, and my body floods with heat.
“I see you out there working so diligently,” he growls, between kissing my throat. “Looking like an angel. Being so good as you answer phone calls and emails for me. But you’ve been thinking filthy things about your daddy, haven’t you?”
I open my mouth to reply, but he speaks over me. “No talking until I say so.”
If Mr. Blomqvist was sweet yesterday while he inflicted pain, he’s ferocious today while he gives me pleasure. His hard-on is wedged into my ass. I wonder if he suspects I’m a virgin and that he’s the first man to touch me like this and whisper dirty things in my ear.
Trapped in the vice-like hold of his arms, I’m edging closer and closer to my peak—but then he stops.
“Do you want me to keep going, little girl?”
I whimper, nodding, and clutch at him. I was so close. He teases me with the tip of his finger, his grip on my throat tightening and making me light-headed.
“Then how about I don’t stop?” He says it like a threat.
He starts to work my clit again, harder and faster than before. My orgasm rushes up so fast that I cry out, but the sound is strangled as he squeezes my throat. My climax moves deeper inside me until my whole core is ablaze with fiery pleasure. I’ve never come so hard before.
When my orgasm subsides, Mr. Blomqvist keeps stroking my clit. I squirm in his arms, trying to show him that I’ve finished, but he doesn’t stop. All my nerves are raw and my flesh so over-sensitized that it’s becoming painful. I have to say something.
“No, daddy, that’s too—”
“Shut up.”
I writhe and buck in his arms, unable to control what my body is doing. He’s too strong and I can’t get away from him. No matter what I do he keeps rubbing my over-sensitized clit, bolts of lightning hammering through me. As I flail about, one of my heels connects with his shin, and I hear him grunt in pain. I didn’t kick him on purpose, but it’s tempting to do it again. It’s tempting to say red, because this is agony. A moment later the torture starts to blend with pleasure, and a white-hot orgasm burns through me, exploding through the pain. I climb even higher than before, my whole body wracked with bliss.
When it passes off, Mr. Blomqvist lets go of me and I slump down over his desk, out of breath and panting hard. What the hell? It hurt so bad I wanted to scream, but then I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I push myself up with my arms and turn around to face him. I can see the outline of his erection through his trousers. God, that’s sexy.
Also, he’s a fucking asshole.
“You can talk now,” he tells me. “You looked so pretty as you were fighting to get away from me.”
My mouth twitches with my desire to swear at him, and he must see it because he grins knowingly. Go on, little girl. I dare you.
“Do you like it when I fight you?” I ask.
“Mm, I do. When you can’t help yourself. Poor baby, completely at my mercy.” His hard blue gaze is not at all sympathetic.
I sink down to my knees, reaching for his trouser leg, and push it up, finding the red mark on his shin where I kicked him. I kiss it softly, and an ache goes through my pussy. I like it down here very much.
“Sorry for kicking you, daddy,” I whisper softly, caressing his calf with my fingers.
His eyes are narrowed with heat, and I pretend not to notice that his bulging cock is close to my lips.
“What does va i helvete mean?”
“It’s a naughty phrase that good girls like you shouldn’t be saying.”
I plant a kiss on his thigh, not breaking eye contact. “Am I not allowed to say bad words?”
“Certainly not, unless you want a spanking. But I tell you what. Because you’re being such a good girl, and because I’m curious, I give you permission to tell me what you really think of what I just did to you. Just this once I won’t punish you for any bad language.”
I smile sweetly at him. “You’re a prick, daddy. But apparently I’m into that.”
Mr. Blomqvist laughs, and I feel higher than ever. I love making him laugh. I kiss up his thigh, taking my time until I find his erection, and drag my tongue along his length. I flick my gaze up at him, and he’s intent on what I’m doing.