Instead of giving her what she needed, what she was begging for, he shot her a wicked grin before reaching down and pinching her clit.
Her body jumped, but he held her too close for her to be able to get any friction between them. Son of a bitch!
But then he started to move. Not as fast and hard as before, but in slow, deliberate movements. Because he was still holding her by the hips firmly to the workbench, she was unable to move with him. It was torture, but it felt so damn good. Dontae asked, threatened, beseeched, but Parson seemed to be in no hurry. For what seemed like forever he tormented her, driving her out of her mind by giving just enough to keep her on edge but not enough to push her over. It wasn’t until she was sure that she could take no more that he began to move faster. Finally, she was about to gyrate against him as he moved hard, faster. His strokes increased, pounding inside her until she was mindless with the intense pleasure she was receiving. Suddenly she was there, exploding so thoroughly her orgasm rocked her body to her very bones.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as the quakes began deep inside of her. “Oh, God, Parson, I’m coming!”
“Fuck yeah, come for me, baby. Come with me. Come with me.”
Dontae had to bite down on Parson’s shoulder to keep from screaming. Oh God, it was so good, so right. Even after they lay still, panting to catch their breaths, there were tiny little quakes shaking her pussy. The things she had written in her journals didn’t even come close to this.
“So how many journals do you have?”
The question caught her off guard, though it really shouldn’t have. Of course he would suspect there was more than one. No point in denying or hiding now.
“Two,” she admitted, trying and failing not to look directly into his eyes.
Those eyes really were lethal. They seemed to look into her very soul, leaving all her secrets laid bare-just like he had promised they would be.
“Bring them to work tomorrow. And wear something that fits you better. No more hiding, damn it. You have a beautiful body. My body.” Dontae shivered at the raw possession in his voice. Even though she had just had the orgasm of a lifetime, she found her body growing needy all over again. “And don’t wear panties.”
“Mighty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Sad thing was, she was going to do exactly as he said. While the demands should have offended her, instead they excited her. “What if I say no?”
“Will you?”
He had her there. “No.”
“Good.” He didn't say more than that. With more care than Dontae would have thought possible, Parson gently cleaned her up, then dressed her, placing a soft kiss on her lips before setting her on her feet. “I meant what I said, Dontae. You’re mine. We are going to explore every last one of your little scenarios, then when we’re done, we’ll look for more.”
If he only knew how good that sounded! Not knowing what else to do, Dontae headed for the door, preparing to do her best to go back to work and act like everything was normal.
“Oh, and Dontae? I’m going to need your help later on this afternoon down in Lower Storage Room B.”
She didn't dare turn around as she acknowledged him with a simple, “Okay.” Her face heated as she recalled what she had written about that particular storage room. Her ass twitched as she thought about the spankings…among other things.
Guess he had read that one too. Life had certainly gotten very interesting.