He drags his open mouth along my neck and bites me. “You gonna let me fuck you in your shop again?” His voice is rough, a low growl. “Let off steam, so I can make it through dinner?”
Like he would have blue balls if we don’t have sex first. Like he needs me that badly. It’s a powerful feeling to be that wanted—I’ve never experienced it before.
“What do you think?” I want more words out of this guy. Find out if his thoughts match the feelings I absorb from him.
“I think you are.” He steps back and unbuckles his belt.
My eyes track the movement, finding it slightly threatening and extremely hot.
“Oh, you want the belt?”
Shit! Do I? Definitely not. Only… heat floods between my legs.
He loops the belt around my waist and uses it to pull my hips against his body. “Tell me, bella, how do you want my belt?”
A shiver runs through my body at the thought of him using it to spank me. Do I want that? I don’t think so, but my body disagrees, my excitement level ratcheting even higher.
He continues talking as he backs me toward the door and locks it, turning my Open sign to Closed. “You want it around your throat while I fuck you from behind? Hmm?” His breath is hot on my ear. “Or should I use it to bind your wrists behind your back?”
Oh, damn. I hadn’t considered either of those possibilities. And they both freak me out and turn me on in equal measures.
“Or did you just want to feel it across your ass?”
This time the shiver that runs through me is big enough for him to sense.
“Don’t worry, Flowers. I’ll make sure you like it.”
He shifts the belt to loop under my ass and pulls up to pin our bodies together. My core is molten right now. We’ve barely gotten started, and I’m already losing my sanity. Close to orgasm.
This is what this man does to me.
It’s crazy.
He spins me around and backs me into the break room. “I wanted you on your bed. On your forearms and knees with those thighs spread wide. Will you do that for me later, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I swear. I’d promise him just about anything right now. I’m drunk with lust. Drunk on him.
He turns me around and pulls up the hem of my short cotton dress. “You always wear these short fucking dresses. They make me crazy, Flowers. Make it so easy for me to bare your ass and spank this pretty skin purple.” The most this guy talks is when we’re having sex. No wonder that’s the place I feel like we connect best. He yanks my panties down and delivers four slaps to my ass, then rubs out the sting. “You’re so hot. So beautiful.”
Keep talking, boss man. His words are a balm to my ears. Maybe I am needy. Clingy. Whatever. Because I drink his praise right now like it’s an elixir. But this guy doesn’t talk much, so when he does, it feels significant.
“Spread,” he commands, shoving my panties down until they drop to the floor. His voice is so deep and sure. I can’t imagine anyone ever argues with him.
I widen my stance and hollow my back, emboldened by all his praise. He slides his belt between my legs and brings the leather over my core.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He pulls it back out and flicks just the end of it between my legs, spanking my pussy.
I gasp. It stings, but he went lightly. It’s not painful. Just a little hurty.
“You like getting your pussy spanked, little girl?”
Oh damn. Now he’s calling me little girl. Why do I love that so much?
“N-no,” I lie.
He replaces the belt with his fingers and rubs over my slit. I’m sopping wet. “I think you do. You want me to spank your ass with it?”
My breath is audible. Not quite a gasp, but a rasping between us. I don’t answer.
“Hmm? I think you want to try it, don’t you? Are you scared, Flowers?”
I nod my head up and down. I’m facing the Formica table, the grey speckled surface swimming in front of my eyes.
He steps right up to me, kicks my legs wider, and cages my throat, pulling my torso up until my back meets his front. His hardened cock presses against my ass through his pants. “You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you, Hannah? Or is it fear?”
Hot prickles skitter across my skin. I can already tell I’m going to bawl when this is over because there’s pressure in my face, tears in my throat. His hand there amplifies the feeling. He’s not squeezing, but he easily could. If those fingers tightened, he could end my life, just like that.
He’s done it before, I’ll bet.
Yeah, it’s the danger. “Fear,” I whisper. I feel things so intensely. When sex combines with danger, it amplifies everything.
He bites my ear. Not a nip, but a punishing bite that’s almost too hard. “Are you afraid of what I’m going to do to you now?” He’s wicked, taunting me like the devil teases his prey.
“Yeah.”
“Three strokes,” he murmurs and pushes my torso back down to the table.
I let out a whimper. I am scared. Scared it will hurt. Scared I’ll embarrass myself with my reaction. Scared of being so vulnerable with this man who is quickly becoming so much to me.
“Then I’m going to fuck you good. And after I’m gonna treat you like a princess. Capiche?”
Do I understand? Not even remotely.
But I am totally on board. A rush of adrenaline floods my veins as he steps back and winds one end of his belt around his fist.
Oh God. What am I getting myself into? This is crazy. Crazier than kissing a killer.
He whips the belt through the air. It lands across the lower portion of my buttocks leaving a line of fire. I gasp, clenching my cheeks together.
“Oh God.” I try to straighten, but he holds me down.
“More?” He’s letting me know I can stop this even though he’s holding me down. I can’t bring myself to ask for more. I’m not sure I want it. But I don’t tell him to stop, either.
I leave it up to him.
And of course, he understands that. Despite how emotionally unavailable Armando may seem, he’s pretty perceptive when it comes to my emotions. He does pay attention.
He whips me again, and I jump and let out a cry this time. He rubs over the two stripes, kneading the pain into a more generalized burning.
I moan softly.
“I said three. You gonna take the last one like a good girl?”
Checking in again.
“Yes.” I bob my head, like promising to be good will make it any easier.
He slides his hand down and strokes between my legs. “Yes, you are a good girl, aren’t you? Always so good.”
I’m trembling all over. Feverish.
He plays with my clit, and I arch back, moaning. He grips my hips and leans over to kiss one of my burning buttcheeks. “One more,” he says firmly as he rises.
Damn.
He swings, and I gasp, and then it’s over. Armando’s clothing rustles, and I hear the crackle of the condom wrapper. He drags the head of his cock through my juices. Finding me so ready, he feeds himself in.
I’m not sure penetration has ever been so satisfying as it is right now. The rightness of him filling me couldn’t be more plain. Like my body was made to accept his. Like this is its purpose.
Armando groans. “You’re perfect, Hannah. So perfect.” He eases in, inch by inch, then slowly backs out, teasing me with his length.
He may require the warm-up, but I don’t. I’m ready for him to pound hard. Bruise my hips again or pull my hair. Instead, he slides his hands up my sides, inside my dress and dips his fingers into my bra to pinch one nipple.
I press my hands flat on the table and arch up, lifting my head. “Don’t tease me,” I tell him. Need’s made me cranky now. “I need to finish.”
He answers with a hard slam home. “That what you want, beautiful? Nice hard fuck? ‘Cause that always suits me.”
He bands an arm around my waist, careful to protect my hips from the table this time, and starts jackhammering into me.
“Yes,” I moan, satisfaction looming close.
He plants one hand beside mine for leverage and plows into me, his loins slapping my ass, grinding in the burn from his belt, smoothing it out, satisfying it.
“I love you.”
Oh shit. Why the fuck did I say that? I definitely didn’t mean to. These things always come out of my mouth! I mean, it’s true. In this moment, the love is flowing, but Jesus!
Why did I have to say it?
He falters, breaking rhythm, and I’m sure this is going to end badly.
Like maybe the worst of all endings because this time I’m freaking head over heels for this guy.
But instead of getting awkward and weird, he gets more aggressive. He fists my hair and pulls my head back sharply, sending a thousand tiny prickles of pain across my scalp.
“You love it when I fuck you hard, don’t you, bella?” he growls, like he’s mad at me. Like he’s saying the words between clenched teeth.
“Yes!” I cry out, relieved at how he twisted my words. How he ran with it.
“You’re going to like it when I fuck this ass, too.”
Oh God. I almost laugh out loud. Maybe that’s what love means to him. Anal.
“Harder,” I urge him on, wanting to get to my finish, but maybe also trying to rush past my mistake.
He keeps pounding into me, giving it the way I like. Loving me back with that big cock of his.
“I need you.”
Oh my God, my mouth won’t stop.
He pulls tighter on my hair. “I’ll give it to you,” he growls. And he does. Even harder. Hard enough I’m getting sore. Wonderfully brutal. Like a beast released from his cage.
And then I scream. I come hard as he gets rougher and rougher with me.
He comes, and when he’s done, reaches around to rub my clit and gets a second orgasm out of me.
