Scandalous Games: Chapter 55

I have been reduced to an assistant in my own goddamn company.

By none other than my sassy little wife.

And because I’m a fool for her, I write the goddamn notes, when I should be going over the financial reports my CFO sent me for the upcoming shareholders’ meeting. My world used to revolve around her but somewhere along the way, she’s become my world.

Of course, she wouldn’t have let me get away with shadowing her meeting. I let her think she’s the boss, letting her bask in the power she’s wielding over me at the moment. Because every time our gazes clash, there’s a sparkle in her chocolaty eyes that makes it worth it.

My employees stare at me through the glass wall like I’m an alien. Or as though I’ve grown two heads, but one glare from me and they scurry back to their desks.

The one sitting across from us is another story. Bianca has them mesmerized and charmed with every word she speaks. Especially when she entertains their stories with a genuine laugh. They freely share their thoughts with her as though talking to an old pal. I’ve learned more about the people I closely work with in a few hours than I have in years.

There’s not a shadow of a doubt in my mind that Bianca would run her own successful designing company one day.

My gaze is drawn to her mouth as she speaks, “I think I have everything I need to know. I have so many ideas floating in my head already.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing them,” replies Vinod, my marketing head. He laughs as he jokes, “Maybe then I’d be excited to come to the office.”

“The six-figure salary you get paid isn’t enough, Vinod?”

His face falls as though he forgot I was here and becomes flustered while I coldly stare. Nervously straightening his tie, he backtracks, “Oh no, Mr. Stern. I meant that it will be a perk, nothing more. Well, I’ll leave. Have a meeting soon.”

“You can’t resist, can you, Dash?” teases Bianca, once he exits.

“You’re the only irresistible thing in my life.” I smirk when my favorite blush darkens her cheeks. Sliding the notepad to her, I say, “Your notes.”

I wait as she scans the points I scrawled and blinks like she can’t believe I actually listened. I have to hide my amused smile at her bewildered expression. Meanwhile, I admire her curves and the cleavage showing as she bends. My cock jerks with the need to plunge into her mouth as she bites the corner of her lip in concentration. Rising to my full height, I discreetly adjust my lengthening shaft.

“Wow. These are actually good,” she comments before joking, “so, should I pay you by the hour or…?”

Circling behind her, I lean down and slam the notebook shut. Her slight intake of breath has my lust skyrocketing when I cage her small frame against the desk. Her intoxicating scent, hitting me like a wave from the ocean. An electric shiver courses down her spine the second my lips touch her ear.

“I want you in my office,” I command. “Naked. On your knees. Waiting for me.”

Kissing behind her ear softly, I straighten. She stands on shaky legs and it takes all my willpower to not just bend her over the desk, flip her skirt, and fuck her right here, right now.

“Leave it,” I growl when she tries to pack her stuff. “Go. Now.”

My rough command sends her running. I watch the sway of her delectable hips all the way to my office that has the privacy blinds drawn. My assistant knows to do it when I’m not there. I take my time going after Bianca. I want her on edge, eager and writhing for my cock, until pleasing me is her solo desire.

Having her close and not being able to touch her is fucking tortuous and hellish. I want to drive her as mad as she’s been doing to me all day.

When I can’t take it any longer, I stalk toward my beautiful obsession and enter. All the blood rushes to my stone-hard dick when my hungry gaze lands on her lithe little body. Every inch of her, now bare for my view.

Fuck. She’s breathtaking.

Thick, wavy hair falls down her spine, few loose curls framing her sharp cheekbones and the slope of her neck. I cannot decide whether I love her full tits that push against every dress she wears enticingly or her tight waist that fits my hands perfectly. My gaze travels lower to her thighs and her glistening pussy that is as close to heaven as I’ll come.

She’s utterly and stunningly perfect. The whole package. Like God etched her just for me.

Mine.

Feral lust slams into me seeing her obeying my orders like a good girl.

Her hooded eyes collide with mine and I let her glimpse the pleasure in mine at her beautiful obedience. Hers slowly roam over my clothed body like she can’t help herself. Her tongue peeks out to lick her lips when her eyes pay extra attention to my shaft tenting my pants.

I stay right against the door and shrug off my suit jacket before carelessly throwing it on the couch to my left. Unbuttoning my cufflinks, I roll my shirt sleeves over my forearms and don’t miss her eyes following the movement. I bite back my groan as she fucking trembles and squeezes her thighs to relieve the ache I ignited.

Her crimson face flashes to mine when I take a step in her direction. Crooking my finger, I give her a silent command to come to me. I watch as she runs her soft hand over her thighs before rising slowly but I halt her, shaking my head.

“Crawl, kitten.”

Her lips part on a breathy exhale while her nipples tighten into hard little peaks. Those brown orbs widen for a fraction of a second before they ever so slowly darken with desire and fascination. I keep my gaze pinned on her, memorizing every play of emotion as she fights and fails to resist my filthy demand.

We both know she loves our erotic little games. Her cunt creams with every illicit and dirty command. The little vixen was just waiting to be corrupted. Waiting for a depraved animal like me to coax it out.

“Be my good little whore and crawl to me,” I growl.

My lungs seize when she lowers to her hands and knees without breaking our connection. Her perky tits jiggle obscenely as she moves while her hips sway enticingly. I stroke my pulsing cock beneath my pants with each inch she crosses until she stops at my feet.

Peering at me under her eyelashes, she seductively purrs, “I need you in my mouth, Dash.”

“You’re a little cock slut, aren’t you?” I taunt and it’s the goddamn truth. I’ve never met another woman who loves giving head as much as this greedy one does. And fuck, if she doesn’t do it like a pro as she takes me to the back of her throat. “Always horny to suck my dick?”

“Yes,” she moans, resting her hands on my thigh. “Fuck my mouth, Dash. Please.”

Fisting her hair, I roughly unfasten my leather belt. Tilting her head back, I slap the purple crown on her swollen lips and bark, “Open.”

I shove between her parted lips. Her hot and slippery mouth, ever so inviting as it envelops half of my shaft as much as my grip allows. The pleasure shooting up my spine is a heady rush and I slam the rest of my thick girth to the hilt. I’m merciless as I pound into her throat, my balls slapping her chin.

“Fuck!” I curse, staring at the ceiling as I try not to bust. “Did you enjoy making me work for you, kitten?”

“Mhmm.” Mischief dances in her expression. I thrust and still inside her until she chokes. I let her breathe in a lungful of air before slamming in again.

“Maybe I should let them see what a horny little girl you are behind closed doors.” Thrust. “Let them see that sassy mouth full of their boss’s dick, choking on it.” Thrust. “Sucking and milking my cum like a good girl.” Thrust.

My jaw clenches when her soft whimpers and moans send vibrations straight to my balls. She’s a mess with her lips stretched wide as she swallows my dick, spit and tears mixing on her cheeks. It’s her eyes, though, that have me transfixed as they stare passionately. My lips curl to the side when I catch her fingering her pussy, high on lust.

Before she can make us both come, I pull out and she whimpers in protest. Bending down, I pick her up around the waist and in two strides, I have her thrown on her back on my desk. Papers clatter and fall to the floor but I can’t seem to care. All I see and care about is her.

Laid out like an offering for me to feast on.

Hair fanned out like a halo while she’s staring shyly and pleading at me.

I yank her ass to the edge and circle her delicate throat with one hand. Palming one heavy tit, I flick the hard nipple and pull until she grinds her pussy on thin air, seeking friction. Spanking her bruised nub, I snarl like a wild beast, “My wife needs a reminder of who owns her.”

“Oh yes! Show me.” She nods, reaching her arms to touch me. “Just fuck me, please. It aches.”

“Beg me to redden this pussy first.”

A shudder racks her and she begs prettily, “Spank me, Dash. I’m yours to do as you please, darling.”

Those words are like gasoline on my twisted and violent lust for her.

A goddamn kryptonite.

“Spread those thighs.” My gaze travels to her glistening cunt. Her tiny clit, peeking out through her slit. My mouth waters and because I’m powerless, I dip my head and lick from the puckered hole to her clit. One taste. That’s all I allow myself.

Holding her immobile, I bring my palm down to her wet folds in a hard smack that echoes along with her sharp cry. My nostrils smell her arousal as her juices spill down the inside of her thighs.

“Pretend to hate it all you want but you love getting spanked, kitten.” I smile smugly and thrust one finger to the knuckle. She clamps down on it like a vise. I suck on my finger to taste her before spanking her again. Hard.

“Ahh…”

“Good girl. Let them all hear how good I make this pussy feel.” As realization dawns through the lusty fog that we’re still at my office during work hours, she bites her lip in a futile attempt. I tsk. “Too late, kitten.”

Fiery eyes clash with mine but they fall closed when I redden her pussy like I promised.

Spank.

Spank.

Spank.

I release her throat just as she shatters, crying out my name as she climaxes. She’s still in the throes when I position my cock at her dripping entrance and shove myself to the hilt in one savage thrust. It sends another wave of ecstasy through her shaking body as her orgasm prolongs.

“So goddamn tight. Wet. Slippery,” I say through gritted teeth. “Can’t get enough of this cunt. Never deep enough.”

I’m nailing and pounding into her so hard and violently that my desk shakes while my eyes are hooked to her bouncing tits. Wrenching her upright, I suck one brown nipple in my mouth and bite.

“Dash! I feel you everywhere.” She moans, clinging to me.

Circling her neck, I keep rutting into her wildly and yank her lips to mine so I can fuck them with my tongue. Her hips lift, meeting each thrust with a thrust while our tongues duel in a sloppy, wet kiss. My cock swells even more when she rips off the top button of my shirt and I hiss when she scratches her nails on my skin.

“Yes. Mark me, kitten.” I huskily groan. “I’m just as yours as you’re mine.”

Nothing is hotter than her need to paint me as hers. My balls pull taut when the little vixen bends and bites my shoulders. The second she sucks and licks the same spot, I’m a fucking goner. With one vicious and deep thrust, I spill inside her wet heat.

“Milk my cock, wife.” I grunt as I jerk off inside her. “Let me fill that hungry pussy.”

Lewd moans fall off her pretty lips as she whispers, “Yours.”