toward my clit, wetting Collin's silk dress pants as I fought not to answer with another moan.
"Relationship."
Watching my face, his gaze narrowed. "Still in a relationship, still fucking someone with this tight little pussy?"
He gave a little tug with the last three words and I almost exploded all over the couch. My hips jerked high, a moan ripped from my throat. Only the slap of his hand hard against my bottom shocked me out of my impending climax.
"Are you still in a relationship?" he demanded.
"No." My answer left me with a whimper. A contraction ran hard through my cunt, from the entrance he had once again taken command of all the way up into my uterus.
"Why did it end?"
I managed a shrug, the gesture pulling my bound arms tight. "Why does anything?"
His mouth flattened but I didn't offer any other answer. The relationship had ended for a hundred reasons and for no reason at all. I had graduated. I was fat. I had no job. I had student loans coming due. I was fast approaching the day I wouldn't be able to make my rent and the bastard didn't give a shit. He told me he loved me, but that he was embarrassed to be seen with me.
And on that very last day, he promised to drive me to a job interview, my final opportunity in my chosen field, then bailed without calling. I used the last twenty dollars I had in the bank to take a cab so I might, just might, arrive on time. I didn't and was turned away.
To keep the trip from being a total waste, I had crossed the street and turned in an application -- at Stark International.
"He hurt you." Collin wasn't asking me if it was true, merely stating it as fact. When I nodded, a faintly sad smile played across his mouth for a second. "I'm about to hurt you."
I managed a second shrug. "He hurt me where it counts."
Wilson had burned through my last thread of confidence. Defeated, I wept with gratitude when I was hired into the secretarial pool at Stark's company.
Collin nodded then smeared a thin coating of my cream against my outer lips and thighs. "You're still very wet, Mia."
I closed my eyes, couldn't keep them open. He had asked some very personal questions, his fingers still toying with me, testing me. I hadn't lost an ounce of my arousal in answering him. The intimacy of his interrogation left me quivering with need.
"Keep your eyes open." He plunged his fingers into me before rubbing more of my juices along my flesh. "I think you like this."
I looked at him, my brow furrowed and mouth shaping a pout. That hint of a smile I'd seen earlier reappeared, his eyes softening before his expression grew stern once more.
"Failure to answer is the same as a lie." He flattened his hand across my bottom as if preparing to deliver another blow. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes." I wanted to close my eyes again, the admission almost humiliating, but I kept my gaze intently fixed on his face. I didn't see him raise his hand and only had a second's warning in which to brace myself as he swiftly brought it back down. The smack echoed in his cavernous office, my overripe flesh rippling from the impact.
"Who told you to lie on your resume?"
The change in questions surprised me and I hesitated before answering. Big mistake. He landed another smack before I could get my answer out, my skin starting to sting painfully from the abuse.
"No one." My hips ground against his thighs, my ass tensing in anticipation of the next time flesh met flesh. "Please believe me."
Collin rubbed his hand between my legs, kneading my swollen labia, stroking and pinching at my clit before he plunged a thick wedge of three fingers in and out of my pussy. "Do you want my cock in you, Mia, want me to fuck this tight, pretty little hole of yours?"
"Yes." More moan than word. I bit at my bottom lip, the pain bringing tears to my eyes but keeping them open. My ass lifted, moved against his fingers, tried to keep them in me when he retreated.
"Wanting you isn't enough to make me stupid, Mia. You
"Relationship."
Watching my face, his gaze narrowed. "Still in a relationship, still fucking someone with this tight little pussy?"
He gave a little tug with the last three words and I almost exploded all over the couch. My hips jerked high, a moan ripped from my throat. Only the slap of his hand hard against my bottom shocked me out of my impending climax.
"Are you still in a relationship?" he demanded.
"No." My answer left me with a whimper. A contraction ran hard through my cunt, from the entrance he had once again taken command of all the way up into my uterus.
"Why did it end?"
I managed a shrug, the gesture pulling my bound arms tight. "Why does anything?"
His mouth flattened but I didn't offer any other answer. The relationship had ended for a hundred reasons and for no reason at all. I had graduated. I was fat. I had no job. I had student loans coming due. I was fast approaching the day I wouldn't be able to make my rent and the bastard didn't give a shit. He told me he loved me, but that he was embarrassed to be seen with me.
And on that very last day, he promised to drive me to a job interview, my final opportunity in my chosen field, then bailed without calling. I used the last twenty dollars I had in the bank to take a cab so I might, just might, arrive on time. I didn't and was turned away.
To keep the trip from being a total waste, I had crossed the street and turned in an application -- at Stark International.
"He hurt you." Collin wasn't asking me if it was true, merely stating it as fact. When I nodded, a faintly sad smile played across his mouth for a second. "I'm about to hurt you."
I managed a second shrug. "He hurt me where it counts."
Wilson had burned through my last thread of confidence. Defeated, I wept with gratitude when I was hired into the secretarial pool at Stark's company.
Collin nodded then smeared a thin coating of my cream against my outer lips and thighs. "You're still very wet, Mia."
I closed my eyes, couldn't keep them open. He had asked some very personal questions, his fingers still toying with me, testing me. I hadn't lost an ounce of my arousal in answering him. The intimacy of his interrogation left me quivering with need.
"Keep your eyes open." He plunged his fingers into me before rubbing more of my juices along my flesh. "I think you like this."
I looked at him, my brow furrowed and mouth shaping a pout. That hint of a smile I'd seen earlier reappeared, his eyes softening before his expression grew stern once more.
"Failure to answer is the same as a lie." He flattened his hand across my bottom as if preparing to deliver another blow. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Yes." I wanted to close my eyes again, the admission almost humiliating, but I kept my gaze intently fixed on his face. I didn't see him raise his hand and only had a second's warning in which to brace myself as he swiftly brought it back down. The smack echoed in his cavernous office, my overripe flesh rippling from the impact.
"Who told you to lie on your resume?"
The change in questions surprised me and I hesitated before answering. Big mistake. He landed another smack before I could get my answer out, my skin starting to sting painfully from the abuse.
"No one." My hips ground against his thighs, my ass tensing in anticipation of the next time flesh met flesh. "Please believe me."
Collin rubbed his hand between my legs, kneading my swollen labia, stroking and pinching at my clit before he plunged a thick wedge of three fingers in and out of my pussy. "Do you want my cock in you, Mia, want me to fuck this tight, pretty little hole of yours?"
"Yes." More moan than word. I bit at my bottom lip, the pain bringing tears to my eyes but keeping them open. My ass lifted, moved against his fingers, tried to keep them in me when he retreated.
"Wanting you isn't enough to make me stupid, Mia. You
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