The Businessman's Tie (The Power to Please, Book 1) Read Free

Pinch and pull. Watching. Watching. He
watched this most intimate part of me as he played.
    And then he let go and shoved two fingers inside me. I
groaned. Oh, God. I groaned loudly. I was ready for the invasion, and his
fingers entered me easily, though they felt large at the same time, stretching
me. It felt like heaven. I tingled practically everywhere.
    How long had it been since anyone was inside me? I couldn’t
remember. It didn’t matter. Not now.
    He slid his fingers in and out. Slowly, he increased the
force until he was pumping his fingers into me. Pumping, pumping. Deliberately
and forcefully, he pounded his fingers into my pussy. Those fingers felt so
large and long, and I pushed against him.
    Straining to get closer, I ground myself into his fist as he
finger-fucked me. He drove inside me ever harder, pounding me, really, the
force of impact an ever-spreading spike of pain. I stopped straining toward
him. And yet the pleasure, God, the pleasure. It grew too.
    Pounding me, pounding me. I tried to shrink away. A
deliberate thrust. Rhythmic. Harder, ever harder. Pleasure. Pain. I wanted it.
I didn’t want it. His fingers inside me. Then gone. Then ramming home.
Forceful. Distinct. I grunted. Mmph. Pound. Mmph. Pound.
    Finally, I shrank away from him so far that I pressed flush
against the wall, my cheek once more mashed against the paneling. But the
pounding didn’t stop. Mmph! Pound. And then I couldn’t stop myself — I tried to
close my legs around his hand.
    A big mistake on my part, I quickly discovered.
    The Businessman immediately stopped. Just like that. He made
a clipped sound of disgust and like a flash of lightening, he smacked my ass
three times. Smack! Smack! Smack! Hard as hell. Not playful. Not fun. Hard as
hell. And it hurt like hell, too. I cried out. What was this?
    His voice was low, but clearly audible over the distant
noises from the bar. “Resume the pose.”
    I was confused and befuddled from desire and heat and pain.
I wasn’t allowed any time to consider my options, to even realize I had
options.
    Smack! Smack! Smack! He struck my ass again. I cried out
once more and yanked on the restraining tie.
    “Stop,” he said.
    And oddly enough, I did.
    “Either you resume the pose,” he said, “or I’ll stop doing
this.” He slid his hand between my closed legs and slipped his fingers inside
me. He began some kind of twisting dance in there and made me groan.
    “Decide now, or we’re done,” he said.
    His fingers were magical things, making me not care about
the pain of the spanking, or anything really, except that he not stop. It
became clear what I needed to do, and I could only wonder that I had ever been
confused.
    So I resumed the pose, of course.
    He’d get whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
    He twisted his fingers around inside me, making me squirm.
With his other hand, he rubbed my ass cheeks, soothing the fiery residuals of
his swats. I moaned.
    The rising heat from the spanking and his rubbing added to
the sensuality of his motions. What was he doing, anyway? I’d never felt
anything like it. I moved my hips in rhythm with his clever fingers, a need
building inside me for more, more. Something more.
    My pussy still ached from his pounding, and my ass still
burned from his spanking, but those fingers of his ... oh well, those fingers
working and working. Mmm. There was no getting enough. I closed my eyes and
floated on it.
    His voice filtered through to me, seemingly from a distance.
“You have a beautiful ass. I would imagine anyone walking down that hall over
there would love to see it. Don’t you think?”
    I groaned. Oh God. A reminder of the hall. My naked ass and
pussy. Anyone could see. But more than that, he saw me. I didn’t know. I
couldn’t think.
    “Shall I fuck you now?” he asked.
    This, I did know. I panted and answered with a breathy,
“Yes.”
    “Yes what?”
    I opened my eyes. “Yes I want you to fuck me.” Shameless in
my