Page 47 of The Merger
“Stryker?” I asked. He had my head spinning with his advance and retreat moves.
“Frustrating isn’t it?”
This time I was the one that growled. Of course, when I did it sounded more like an angry kitten. I started to stand straight and tug at the hem of my dress. “If you’re just going to play with me, I’m going to go to my office.”
He put his hand on my shoulder and kept me from rising up all the way. With his other hand he grabbed the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled. “I’m going to play with you all right. You never answered my question. Can you be quiet?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but once again he covered it with his hand.
“Never mind. The state you’re in right now, you’d promise me anything. You didn’t want them to know about us this morning, so I’m going to help you keep quiet.” He leaned against me, pushing me down once again. When he leaned forward he whispered in my ear, “Because, you are going to want to scream.”
Stryker’s hand went back over my mouth, and he used his hold to pull me against his chest. With me standing up he tugged at my dress until it slipped down my body to pool at my feet. “That’s more like it.”
“Put your hands on the desk,” he commanded.
I obeyed his instruction immediately, afraid he’d pull away from me again. He slid his hand down my flank and back up, stopping on the strap of my bra. His finger slipped under the band and moved underneath it to the center of my back. Using that one hand he unclasped it and let it slide down my arms. He reached past me and grabbed a letter opener off the desk. The dull edge pressed into my flesh, slipped under the waistband of my underwear, and shredded it.
“Lean forward onto your elbows.”
Again, I obeyed. “Good girl,” he praised, and I hummed in anticipation. “Did I speak too soon, Sunshine? I’m going to let go for a minute, and you’re going to stay still and quiet. Nod and let me know you’re going to be my good girl.”
I bobbed my head. He stepped back and I fought the urge to turn around. My skin chilled and the seconds he wasn’t touching me felt like an eternity. When one of his hands finally grabbed my waist, I hummed with pleasure.
“I got you worked up to the point you aren’t going to be able to help yourself, didn’t I?” he asked, and lightly bit the sensitive skin under my ear while waiting for me to answer.
Another pathetic whine slipped my mouth. Stryker responded by placing his other hand back over my mouth. “You know I love seeing you become a dirty slut, but I don’t want to share any part of your pleasure with the staff. When you beg me to fuck you harder, that will be for my ears only. I will be the only one who gets to hear the music of your moans and screams as you come around my cock.”
His naughty words unleashed something inside of me, and I moaned into his hand. “Please,” I begged. He was right. I would be begging him to fuck me harder, or at all. If he drew this out much longer I was going to go out of my mind.
“Is this what you want?” he asked while he dragged the head of his cock up and down my slit.
I tried to nod, but it was harder to move my head with his hand acting as a kind of restraint.
“What would you do to get this?” Stryker held still at the entrance to my pussy. As hard as I tried to push back and impale myself on his shaft, his fingers dug into my waist keeping me from moving.
“Please, please. Stryker, just please,” I chanted.
“Will you admit that you’re mine?” The hand holding my hip slid forward to stroke against my clit.
I choked back a groan and my eyes rolled back into my head. He hadn’t even entered me yet and I was already on the verge of coming. Knowing that everyone in the office would hear me if I screamed seemed to increase how turned on I was.
“Say it,” he demanded, and his cock slid in enough to taunt me. “Say it and I’ll give you what you need. Hold back and I’ll keep you on the edge between arousal and orgasm.”
Another inch and I started clawing at the desk to distract myself. He turned my face his direction and rested his lips against mine. “Admit it. If not to them, at least to me.”
I swallowed, and finally said to him what I had already admitted to myself. “I’m yours.”
His lips devoured mine. When his tongue pressed against the seam of my lips I opened to him. Our tongues danced together, and I moaned into his mouth as his hips thrust forward slamming his cock deep inside of me.
With his mouth covering mine, swallowing every sound I made, his hand grabbed hold of my hips. He used his strength to work me over his rigid cock. He held himself deep inside of me, rubbing quickly over a spot that made me see spots. My body tensed as waves of pleasure coursed through my entire body.
Stryker pulled out, and I collapsed, boneless onto the desk. He lifted me up. “I’m far from done with you.”
Unable to speak, or move, I let him roll me over to my back. He draped my legs over the crook of each elbow and spread my legs open wide.
Ordinarily, I’d be self-conscious to be on display like this, but I didn’t even have the strength to muster up a shred of modesty. Yet, despite my exhausted state, a thrill ran through me with the knowledge I would get to feel the thick girth of his cock stretching me again.
His dark eyes heated while he watched his cock push back inside of me. I stretched out my arms and grasped the edge of his desk while he drove inside of me over and over again. Gone was the controlled man who worked hard to muffle the sounds I made when I came. Stryker became primal, driven by need and desire.