“Yes, but it wasn’t an order,” I said, my voice full of snark. I was feeling awfully bold for a half naked woman with a hand at her throat. “I don’t have to do as you ask.”
He wasn’t going to choke me. Kiss me, yes, but not choke me.
I had to believe that.
“Oh, I think we both know that you do. If not as my woman, then as my employee, after all.” He was too lost in his lust to realize what he’d just said.
My breasts heaved as I looked him in the eyes. “Is this all this is to you, nothing more than just an exchange of services?” I questioned.
f*ck
, he didn’t like that. He released his grip on me.
“Take off your skirt and panties.” Those dark eyes would tolerate no argument, so I did as I was told. “Good, now turn around and put your hands against the wall.”
It wasn’t a wall it was a window. A large, wall-like window. Anyone could see me from here. Hell, some of the neighbors didn’t even need to use binoculars.
It was like he wanted it that way.
“Everyone will know you belong to me, Joanna. Do you understand?” He said slowly. “You belong to me.”
No one owns me. No one. I wanted to say that, I wanted to be defiant. But I didn’t. I just stood there, my ass sticking out my hands against the wall, both of my legs spread.
It was so humiliating.
“I don’t like being talked back to, Joanna. I hate it. I’m in charge of an entire sector of the family, and I will brook no disrespect.” I could hear him tsk. “Now you’re going to get punished. And you're going to count them.”
“What?” I asked, but the moment I asked the question the hand connected with my ass. f*ck
.
“Count.”
“One,” I said wincing. Except it didn’t hurt. It felt f*ck
ing good. Another “Two.” Another. “Three.” I kept counting until he got to ten.
And I was slick as f*ck
. Oh dammit. How the hell did it feel good? The heat radiating off of my ass, probably handprint shaped, and it felt absolutely delicious. I shifted and bent a little lower.
“f*ck
, you are so wet you are glistening.” He reached towards me, his hands sliding between my thighs. It was slick; there was no doubt, and the way his fingers found my opening in seconds only made it worse.
I actually moaned and pressed my breasts up against the window.
“No matter how much you resist, you want me,” he whispered as he bent down towards my ear. “Admit it.”
“I want you,” it wasn’t hard to admit, the evidence was right there for him to see. To feel.
So I wasn’t surprised when he turned me over and pressed my back against the wall.
He undid each button of his oxford shirt with a single hand while he threaded his other through my hair, pulling on the threads at the base of my skull.
It felt so damn good to be manhandled. I slid my hands to his belt buckle and unlatched it, pulling it off before I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them as far down as I could reach.
“What are you doing, Jo?” he asked, his velvet cadence driving me just that much more insane.
“I’m going to suck your cock,” I said, earnestly as I bent down onto my knees, his hand still tangled in my hair.
He pulled a little tighter, and I moaned.
I gripped his boxer briefs and pulled them down, his cock standing at attention in front of my very face. I was no stranger to it at this point, but I was always shocked at how f*ck
ing huge he was.
And the urge to try to fit it all in my mouth. I grabbed it by the base and moved my hand up and down it, and then I took the head of it into my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around him before I looked up to see him standing there, staring down at me.
“Damn, Jo. That feels f*ck
ing amazing.” His eyes fluttered, and he gripped me just a little bit tighter.
So I licked down further and slid him in and out of my mouth, my throat taking as much of him as I could. Damn, he was big. I whined, but I took him in a little bit deeper. I could feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me forward. f*ck
. He was forcing more of himself on me, and I was trying to take it all.
But I couldn’t. I choked a little and pushed back. His hand was there, holding me. Oh dear God, he was making me choke on his cock. Finally, he let me off of him, and I pulled back away from him.
“What, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me. “What do you want?”
“You,” I panted. “I want you.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He pulled me up and grabbed me by the hips, lifting me against that very cold, very real glass.
My ass was pressed against it, showing to the rest of the world in the middle of the day, and I f*ck
ing loved it.
I wanted to be f*ck
ed in front of the world. I wanted them to know that he was mine. And I was his. The moment he plunged himself into me I moaned so loud that if no one saw at least someone heard.
Even if it was only because of some stupid arrangement.
I clenched on to him as he slammed himself into me over and over, using the glass as leverage against my body.
“This, this is what I want,” Again and again he delved into me his hands pinning me to that wall. I wanted him. I had him.
He was mine.