Dash had other plans, however. He took my left hand and placed it on his right shoulder, forcing my body to twist sideways. “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you. I won’t deny you release. In fact, I’m going to give you more than you can stand.” He then grabbed my other hand, led it to my *, and ordered, “Fuck yourself.”
Of course, he couldn’t just fuck me and be done with it. He had to torture me in the process.
“Dasher—” His name was caught in my throat when he slammed into me. My hands immediately grabbed for the door for balance. We both froze with the realization of what we had just done. Dash hadn’t been inside me in four years, but it was just as explosive as it had always been if not more. However, he seemed to recover quicker than I did.
“Keep your hands where I placed them. If you hold yourself against with the door, I’ll assume you’ll need additional lessons later.”
Oh, he was being such an unreasonable prick!
His hands gripped me and forced my hips to meet his as he pounded me mercilessly. He moved as quickly as a jackhammer and made it impossible to hold my position.
“Dasher!” My plea ripped through the air, but he only increased his pace. I fought in vain to keep up while coming non-stop. The animalistic sounds coming from him sent chills up my spine, forcing more orgasms from me. “Please, baby, please.”
He chuckled. “Have you learned your lesson yet?” Sweat dripped from his body onto my back, coating me with his exertions. “Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m coming.”
Coming… he’s coming. I suddenly became agonizingly aware of the fact that he was not wearing a condom. His rhythm slowed and his thrusts deepened, signaling he was on the verge of coming.
I had to stop him. I forgot about my hands and braced them against the door once more as I struggled to speak through my cries.
“Dasher, pull out.”
“Too late, Angel,” he spitefully teased. “I’m already coming inside you.”
*
“Why is it that you can’t find the man? He’s your employee.”
“Sir, he’s new and it’s possible he had a change of heart about the job.”
“Find out. I want a concrete answer by the end of the day. He had been guarding Ms. Waters and left his post without leave. That’s unacceptable.”
It was painful hearing Dash as he ripped into the older man. I wanted to say something but was back at square one. If I said something, it would endanger Buddy’s life.”
“Ms. Waters.” The sound of Dash calling me saved me from my inner conflict.
“Yes?” I looked around, but Fisher was no longer in sight. It was just Dash and me inside his private office as he insisted.
“Get me some water.”
I wanted to scream at him to get his own damn water, but after the ‘lesson’ that I’d had this morning, I thought better of it. I entered the outer suite and poured water from the cooler. When I returned, he was talking at the computer monitor. Voices filled the room, and I realized he was on a video conference.
I placed the water on the coaster and turned back to my seat. Before I could sit, however, he said, “I want ice.”
I concealed my growl of frustration and reached for his glass again. “Bring it to me in a separate glass.” He met my stare this time and sat back, barely concealing his smirk. I smiled politely and turned to leave again. “And tell Celesha to pick up my dry cleaning and lunch.”
“Where should I tell her to pick up your lunch?”
“It doesn’t matter. She knows my usual preferences.”
“Fine.” I stomped out this time and relayed the message to Celesha. I threw ice in a cup and stomped back to his office. This time, I couldn’t control myself enough to not slam the cup down.
There was no way he hadn’t noticed, but he said nothing. He continued to talk, but I noticed he disabled the video feed. I could tell the conference hadn’t ended because the voices continued to fill the room. It sounded as if several people were bickering over the lack of benefits for acquiring a soup company in Japan.
“Ms. Waters, come here, please.” I immediately tensed. I distrusted his tone that was far too calm. “Take a seat.”