Chapter 59
Melissa
I’m certain that something was inside of me. The way I said it with so much boldness felt like it’s been long overdue.
It was crazy that he knew what it was doing to me yet he was still depriving me of the feeling of a-
My brain went blank the moment he kissed me, taking off my shirt from the buttons. I moaned into his mouth.
“You think I’m a sadistic fuck, hm?”
I kept kissing him, begging his tongue to take dominance. The man holding me in his hard embrace was all I could think of. “Is that right?” he asked almost soundlessly. His arms tightened around me and his fingers dug into the soft skin of my back. I growled at the way it felt, having him around me.
“You have not answered my question,” he said to my ears.
I parted my lips in an attempt to talk but a soft moan escaped first. “You love to see me beg,” I said and he bit my bottom lip.
“Is that what makes me a sadistic fuck?”
I gave a nod. “It gives you some pleasure seeing me in so much need and pain.”
“Well, I’m about to show you what a sadistic fuck does and you’re wrong. I just get turned on seeing you need me. The real pleasure comes when I have you like this.” In one swift motion, he nudged some of the documents on his desk away and pushed me onto the table, forcing me to bend over, my face sliding on the smooth mahogany table.
I still wasn’t done. I felt like pushing this man to his limit to see the worst he could do. I crave to see him filled with rage with the thought of that, I swallowed hard.
“And for me? I get turned on seeing how you can’t stand any man around me. Especially Nate Bisley. You know he’s quite sexy, right? And his touch can-”
“Enough.”
His hands were still pressing me into the table, his hard fingers tightening around my wrist “You’re not going to mention Nate Bisley or any other man while I fuck you. Is that clear?”
I fought back a stubborn response and felt his large body dominating me.
He used his left hand to raise my skirt up and hell, the moisture around my thigh was already dripping down. His erection pressed against my buttocks and I let out a gasp.
“Fuck, Marcus.”
The next thing I felt was a sensation on my butt but it wasn’t his hands. It was his belt.
“Fuckkkk,” I groaned. “Marc-”
“I’m just showing you what a sadistic fuck does. You said you wanted to see it right?”
I gave a fucking nod without thinking and more strokes followed making me groan. His finger parted my ass cheek and then he pushed a finger into me. I gasped as his finger pushed inside me.
I moaned as I felt a whip and then tried to keep my voice low. “By the time I’m done showing you, you won’t be able to return to work.”
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Chapter 50
I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not because I couldn’t se his face and his voice was the same. Hard and stern filled with rage and pleasure.
He flipped me back, making me gasp before he pulled me into hungry kiss with which he consumed my mouth. The tension building inside me builds more and all I want is to get his cock right inside me. He leaned closer to me, forcing me to spread my legs wider.
“That’s right, Melissa.”
My head fell backward as he used his hands to rub my clit but it didn’t diminish my lust one bit; if anything, it intensified it. “Please, Marcus… please don’t make me beg.”
“But you haven’t said anything,” he blurted. “Tell me how much you think I’m a sadistic fuck.” His other hand pinched my hard nipple like he was commanding milk out of them.
He pinched there harder and then moved down to meet his other finger. “You are so wet.”
I felt his tongue tracing my legs, licking off the single line of my drip. I moaned but this wasn’t what I wanted. I needed something intense, something more than just his tongue teasing me and making me wet his table.
I reached for his trousers, opened the zipper, and forced my hands to grab his hard–on. He let me until I had a grip of it and then he took my hands out and pinned it behind me.
“You’re not getting it so easily.”
“Please. I’ll do whatever you want,” I begged so desperately.
“Then follow my instruction or I’ll whip you into obeying me.” It wasn’t even a request. It was so authoritative and it was so obvious that I had no choice this time.
He rubbed against me and I wriggled with each movement his fingers took.
When he was finally satisfied with how much I had begged him, he paused. “Now take what you want and do with it, what you want.”
Like a starved puppy, I slipped my hands into his pants, feeling his erection. I pushed his trousers down, down enough to not cover his thigh and then I stroked the tip. I didn’t take a moment before I sucked on the tip of his shaft forcing a groan out of his mouth.
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
“Just a part of it.”
With that, I spread my legs for him and used my hands to direct his erection. I pressed against my temple without letting him in. It felt so surreal having to control his cock like a dildo but this time, I could feel the priceless sensation against my skin.
I finally pushed him in I closed my eyes as a sense of euphoria hit me. The surge of wetness made it easier to slip him in and out of me.
“Your time is up,” he announced and worked himself inside me in deep thrusts.
I held onto his shirt and then his tie because it felt so sexy fucking my Boss on his desk.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk,” I whispered to his ear as he kept pushing deep into me.
“You don’t have to. Thomas will take you home to wait for me.”
“Home?” I asked as I pushed back against him and bit my bottom lip.
