“That’s right, you do feel it. That’s me owning your pu**y and your ass. Don’t you forget it. Andrew doesn’t do that to you. I know he doesn’t. You get wet for me and nobody else.” He got so close I thought for sure he would take me, but he kept enough distance to keep the moisture building and threatening to slide down my thighs.

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” I said.

“I’m a sick bastard because I see what I do to you? I’m not blind. Just because I can smell your arousal, and hear your heart beat fly when I’m this close to you, does not make me sick.” He leaned in even closer so I could feel his humid breath on the side of my throat. “It’s all about desire, baby. You want me, and I want you to want me. Quit f**king talking to Andrew, and I’ll quit making you wait for your release.” He slipped away from me.

Was he leaving the room? What the hell was going on?

I almost began panicking. I knew this was more than jealousy and sex. But somehow he always found a way to confuse me right when I thought I had control again.

“Fine. You don’t want me, I’ll call Andrew. I’m sure he’d more than love to take advantage of the wet conditions you caused.” I said it so flippantly I was shocked he believed me.

His head snapped to look at me, eyes blazing in my direction. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to.

He marched back to me, leaning over me, and hissed out quietly, “I don’t need whips and chains to make you obey me. If you want me to touch you, then you’ll stay the f**k away from that idiot.”

Hands were on my hips, squeezing as they pulled me to him. At that moment, I didn’t care what he was saying or what he wanted me to do; his hands were on me, and I couldn’t think. I could only feel, and it was heaven.

He bit down around my neck, palmed my br**sts and ground his hard c**k into me. Each time I moaned out, he smiled and his body became more frenzied. I heard him groan out, “Mine,” several times, but I wasn’t listening. All I could hear was the sound of his panting and the blood rushing, drumming, in my head.

He had me pinned under his weight and acted like he thought I might leave as he strained to keep me positioned under him. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn’t going anywhere; I wasn’t struggling to get away. I loved every minute of it, and was trying to get more; it felt so good I couldn’t stay still. It was more than my body could bear.

It was what I lived for, what I craved. His hands, his mouth, his insatiable c**k were doing things to me that were unspeakable, but at the same time were an all-consuming, pleasurable insanity.

His fingers were working at a furious pace while he sucked hard on my ni**les, kissing and nipping his way between the two. I was writhing beneath him; my hands fisted in his hair, my pu**y begging for release.

I was stranded, staring over the edge into the brilliant white that awaited me, when his hand and mouth disappeared. He left me pinned with my hands above my head, legs spread wide, and trapped beneath his.

I was in shock for a moment and tried to move, but he had me restrained and at his mercy. I wanted to come, I needed to. The pain and ache was unbearable.

“Please!” I begged.

So close, I had been so close. He knew it and had pulled me back.

“You have no idea how badly I want to slam into you and f**k you until you can’t walk. But I like this game and want to keep playing.” He breathed hot and heavy into my ear. “You writhing, going insane with the need to come. Should I let you come?”

I didn’t answer. He wouldn’t dare keep me from coming. Earlier, he had said it would happen and he hadn’t let me down thus far.

He started rubbing the length of his shaft up and down my pu**y. Each time he hit my clit, I mewled in anticipation of him giving me my release.

“That’s it, baby. You like that? Call out my name next time and maybe I’ll let you finish,” he taunted. He rubbed his dick up my folds and bit into my shoulder; I screamed out his name. I was right there. It was infuriating.

Tears were welling up in my eyes, my body burning. He continued to push me further, harder, before pulling away.

“Please!” I wailed. My head shook from side to side, my sanity slipping.

Mine wasn’t the only sanity that was slipping, because he moved his legs, freeing my own, before he slammed into me.

I cried out as he filled me and put me on the edge again with one thrust of his hips. There was no pause, no waiting. He pulled out and slammed back in with the same intensity. Over and over.

Out, in. Once more and I was gone, freefalling as I pulsed and clenched around his cock. He howled out, almost like he was in pain when he exploded, unable to hold back any longer.

“Fuck,” he whimpered into my neck, and collapsed onto me.

After a moment of rest, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. My head landed on his chest, hand over his heart. It was beating beneath my palm at a furious tempo, matching my own. I couldn’t move even if I’d wanted too.

His fingers ran through my hair, pushing the damp strands back and over my shoulder. He began humming as he caressed up and down my arm, his lips pressing a light kiss to my forehead as I drifted off to sleep.

CHAPTER 18

It was two weeks later, on a Monday, and just like all previous Monday’s, the Boob-Squad, or the “Nathan Thorne Fan Club,” had to make their presence known as soon as they walked in the door. It had been a boobs-on-parade show all day long, and I was ready to explode.

Just before three, the President made her grand entrance. I watched her through the door, as she perked her br**sts in her bra before walking in, and I wondered idly if she knew I could see her, or if she just didn’t care. Then again, it could be I was invisible to her since Nathan’s arrival. I’d officially become another piece of furniture.

Jennifer sat on the edge of his desk. “Nathan, can you take a look at this, please? I think I need to switch something around, but I’m not sure.”

She leaned over, pointing to the sentence in question, making sure her br**sts were spilling out in front of his face. I could swear every day they were showing more and more. He’d been here over three months, and the conservative garb we all wore, had been thrown out the window in favor of street-walker attire, all meant to entice a being that wouldn’t be enticed. He couldn’t stand them, but was polite to them anyway.