Taking Her Boss Read Free Page A

stood in the tiny space between the closet and the beds. His eyes had apparently been trained on that spot. My rouged breasts and the flat of stomach that ended where the slim black triangle began burned and tingled as his eyes, like fingers, trailed over them. At first, it was difficult not to cover the expanse of exposed skin, to tug the black silk kimono closed, to hide from the hunger in his eyes, but it was exciting, too. It was exciting to lethis eyes scorch my skin, to know that he wanted me like that, to see the rawness of it in his face, the way he held his lips.
    I walked to him and stood in front of him, a hairbreadth from his lips, letting him smell me and feel my heat. When he closed his eyes in order to master his control, I moved forward a notch and rubbed my nipples across his lips. His lips and tongue sought my nipples like a new, still blind puppy sucking and lapping, but his hands did not touch me. I let him suckle for a while and then I pulled away.
    “I want you to make me come with your mouth and your hands,” I said as I moved over to the other bed and sat down across from him. Arms straight, I leaned back and opened my legs. In seconds, he was kneeling between them, his mouth on my breasts again making the nipples long and hard and wet, his hands gripping and massaging my ass. He slipped the thong down my thighs and bent to run his tongue down the slight arrow of hair there. I opened wider to him and he began to rasp his tongue against the lips of my pussy as his fingers continued to tug and coax my nipples. I squirmed beneath his assault and his tongue slipped deeper into the moist lips and bumped into the jutting nub. A jolt passed through my body and my legs closed around his head. He rasped his tongue over the nub, nudging it back and forth, as he inserted two wide fingers into my already dripping passage. His fingers created a rhythm counter point to his tongue, and my body began trembling, jerking as I came, but he held me down with his mouth, and he continued to kiss and suck at the continuously tingling lips of my pussy. I had to push his head away before I screamed and startled the families on the other side of the walls. I pushed at his head, but he resisted.
    “I want…” he began as he clutched at my thighs. “May I…?” he was asking, his cheek to my inner thigh as though he was afraid to look up at me.
    “No,” I said, and pushed hard, then harder. “No,” I said louder, and kneed him in the chest. He fell back and landed sprawled on the carpet.
    “No,” I said as I pulled my thong back on and stood. “Don’t touch me unless I give you permission,” I reprimanded as I ground a spiked heel into his jean-clad thigh. Something in me wanted to laugh and say “bad dog” and smack him with a newspaper, but I didn’t have a newspaper and I was glad because I was afraid that it would be too much and that I’d end up breaking character.
    “Get up,” I instructed. “Sit on the bed.”
    He did as he was told. I stood in front of him, my pussy level with his face. He leaned forward. “Don’t touch me.”
    He sat back and waited.
    “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” I asked.
    He looked away. I grabbed him by the chin and tilted his face upward, rough. His eyes evaded mine. “I asked you a question.”
    He didn’t say anything. I released his chin and slapped him, hard across the face. My fingers left a burning red mark. He flinched and for a moment, his eyes flashed anger. My stomach jumped. Had I overstepped? Hey, you learn by doing.
    I tilted his chin up again and claimed his eyes with mine, making sure that mine were hard, unrelenting. He nodded. I smiled. “Are you a fag?” I asked. He shook his head no. “What do you call it when you let men fuck you?”
    “It was only the one time.” His words were barely audible. “I was curious.”
    “Did you like it?”
    “It hurt at first,” he confessed.

    I stepped back and looked him over.
    “Take off your