"You are so fucking wet." He plunges inside me without hesitation and I reach for his shoulders to steady myself. Henrik rocks my body into his and I feel his erection dig into my stomach.
I'm afraid. Not that this is wrong and we shouldn't over step the boss/assistant line, but that he'll pull away again. I don't know if I can handle another one of his 'mistakes'.
"Please don't stop," I whisper and look up into his darkening blue eyes. As his hand leaves my * I can feel my heart breaking. Not again. Oh God, not again.
Before I have time to protest he pushes the fingers into my mouth as his other hand drops the blouse to cup the back of my head. Leaning me close he whispers, "Never again Morgana. I'm done fighting this. You are going to give me everything I want. I'm going to make that sweet little * of yours throb while I lick you, eat you, and finally fuck you."
Oh God! Yes please!
I feel Henrik's lips fall to my neck as he starts to taste me. My hands move down to his stomach and I try to lift his sweater but he moves away pulling his fingers from my mouth.
"Oh no Sweetcakes. You have been a bad little assistant," he explains while walking around me. I hear him stop behind me, feeling him tug until my bra loosens. I let it fall to the floor.
"Take off your panties," his deep voice booms out the demand causing me to shiver. I tug at the damp lace until it hits the ground.
"Pick them up Sweetcakes and hand them to me."
Is it odd that I really like it when he calls me Sweetcakes? I am probably setting the women's lib movement back fifty years, but if he keeps this up I might just come without being touched.
I don't have to worry about not being touched when I feel his hand rub my ass as I bend over to retrieve my panties. When I give them over his eyes are focused on me as he brings the damp garment to his nose and inhales.
Oh God, I want to rip his clothes off right now!
Henrik walks over to the bed and sits on the edge tapping his thigh. I can see the thick bulge straining to get out of his jeans.
"Bend over Morgana so I can slap your ass until it matches these panties."
The wet heat of excitement starts to roll down my leg as my sex clenches from his words. I do what he says, and then he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. Shaking my head to push the hair out of my face I glance back to see him binding my wrists together with the wet lace.
"I'm not going to hurt you Morgana. If you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop yell out a safe word, alright," his voice is deep but caring, and I know he means what he says.
"Potatoes," I blurt out as it's the first word that comes to mind. I may not know much about the kink lifestyle or anything BDSM but I am pretty sure "Potatoes" is the worst safe word ever created.
Henrik tries his best to hold back a chuckle but I feel the rumbling in his body. Its short lived as his hand glides over my cheeks.
"God you have a luscious ass. I'm going to have so much fun watching it ripple later when I'm fucking you. For right now I'll take pleasure in watching it turn pink."
His hand leaves me and a second later I feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass cheek. Henrik's hand never leaves me once he's made contact to rub the slow burn away.
"This is for all the times you teased me at work Sweetcakes. How you enjoyed flashing your colorful bras or made sure I was aware you were wearing thigh high stockings. Don't think I didn't know what you were doing."
Another sting lands on my other cheek and he continues to talk as he rubs the pain away. He spanked me once before and though I had never been spanked before I found I liked it. To the point where I fantasize about him doing this to me alone in my bed with James - my dildo.
The way he rubs me after is a sensual contrast to the sharp sting of his slap. Plus, I can feel his hard erection twitch under his jeans.
"You loved it," I moan back at him. Part of me still can't help trying to irritate him. I attempt to turn my head to watch him squint but I can't get my hair out of my face.
He reaches under to grab at my breasts that hang freely over his thigh. He vices my nipple between his two fingers and flicks it with his thumb. A shock shoots down to my core and at that moment another slap of my ass. The painful pleasures collide causing my sex to clench as a primal groan escapes my lips.
"You have such the mouth on you Sweetcakes. But you're right, I did love it. I loved it so much I had to fuck my hand every time you left the room."
God his words, his mouth, everything he's doing to me, I know if he keeps this up I'm going to come without my clit being touched.
He pinches and flicks my other nipple with another combined slap of my ass which causes me to grind into his leg. After he finishes rubbing my cheek his fingers sink down to my *. I can hear him hiss and feel his body vibrate from a shudder.