“Everything else on me or in me is fair game.”
“Good.” Kingsley tore her panties off but left her still wearing her stockings and garters. Then he spanked her hard on her bare bottom, hard enough she yelped. He did love that sound. He swatted her again even harder this time, then snapped her garter against the back of her thigh. Her skin pinked beautifully. But he preferred red, so he spanked her again.
“You’re evil,” Blaise said as she hung her head and panted in pain. “How do you make a spanking hurt that much?”
“Practice,” Kingsley said, and swatted her again. “You know you love it.”
“I hate it.”
“Are you sure about that?” Kingsley pressed her legs apart and pushed a finger inside her. “This doesn’t feel like hate to me.”
She was wet inside, very wet, and hot.
“My * loves you. Every other part of me hates you right now.”
“Every other part?” He brought his arm around her waist and found her swollen clitoris. He kneaded it gently. “Okay…maybe not every other part,” Blaise said breathlessly, her lips parting. She braced herself against his desk while he touched her, one hand inside, one outside. He pushed a third finger into her vagina and opened her up for him. Blaise let out a groan of pleasure that was likely heard by everyone in the entire house. Good. He hadn’t bothered to lock his office door. Blaise’s inability to stay quiet during sex worked better than any tie on a doorknob.
“Where’s my camera when I need it?” Kingsley asked as he pushed deeper into her body until her inner muscles f linched around him. “You make quite a picture right now.”
“How’s this for a pose?” Blaise parted her legs even more, giving him a better look at all her assets.
“Très jolie,” he said with appreciation. “But this would make a better picture.”
“What would?”
Kingsley picked her up and sat her on top of his desk. He stripped her of her blouse and bra and pushed her thighs open. She had nothing on now but her stockings, her garters and a pair of high heels. Kingsley admired her body so open and ready for him.
“Parfait.”
Kingsley unzipped his pants and stroked himself to his full hardness. He let the wet tip of his cock rub against Blaise’s clitoris. She moaned and lifted her hips.
“You’re going to make me beg for it, aren’t you?” she asked.
“Don’t I always?”
“Always,” she said. “Please, fuck me.”
“Not good enough.”
Blaise sighed heavily. “Please, monsieur, fuck me. You’re the most beautiful man in New York City and maybe the entire tri-state area.”
“That’s a new one.”
“I love your hair, how soft it is, and your dark eyes. And you have the sexiest hands on any man ever.”
“Hands?”
“I like hands,” Blaise said. “It’s a girl thing.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
“Um…I love your accent, and your cock is magnificent, and if you don’t put it in me soon I will cry and it’ll ruin my makeup and it’ll be all your fault, so please fuck me now, right now, this second, or I swear to God I will forget I’m the submissive in this relationship.”