Sam couldn't keep Mia off of his mind. He had let himself touch her the day before, but now, he wanted more. He wanted to feel her bare skin beneath his hands, to listen to her moan and call his name as he infused her body with so much pleasure she couldn't handle it all, to listen to her cries as the pleasure mixed with pain, to hear her beg for more.
He sat behind his desk, his dick throbbing in his pants. He knew she'd been with his brother the night before. He couldn't let that bother him because Mia was only his at work. It wasn't as if Sam hadn't spent time at the club the night before. The woman he'd brought home was new to him but used in the same way a rental car had seen a hundred drivers. He preferred women with less experience, but he had taken what was available the night before, hoping it would alleviate some of the ache he felt for Mia.
It hadn't. Now, she sat on the other side of that wall, dressed in exactly as he had instructed her to before he'd even met her, in a tight skirt and a button down shirt. He thought of her outfit the day before, how her lacy bra had felt beneath his fingers. He needed more of her, and he needed it now.
No longer able to keep himself tamped down, Sam reached across his desk and pressed the button to summon her.
She knocked and he grunted for her to enter, one hand on his crotch as she walked in, her eyes wide and bright red lips pursed. "Yes, Mr. Whitaker."
"Good morning, Mia. How are you?" He could care less how she was doing but there was no sense acting like a savage-not yet anyway.
"Good, thank you, sir. How are you?"
He didn't answer. "Mia, what did you think of your assignment yesterday?"
He watched her eyes widened even further, as she pondered the question. He waited, expecting her voice to quiver slightly when she answered. Surprisingly, it didn't. "I liked it, sir."
"I'm glad to hear that, Mia. I liked it, too. It's time for me to be a bit more demanding of you, though. Are you all right with that, or would you rather bow out now?"
He watched her throat bob slightly as she swallowed hard. "I'm here to do whatever you wish, sir," she said with a confidence he wouldn't have thought her capable of a few days ago.
A sly smile overcame his face. "Unbutton your shirt."
She kept her eyes glued on him as she unbuttoned the white top, untucking it from her skirt to get the last few buttons.
"Take it off, and toss it over that chair." He gestured to the chair near where she was standing with his head. Once again she did as he said. Sam went around to his desk and pulled out the same mask she'd worn the day before. While he loved to see her beautiful eyes, he liked the experience better when he knew the woman had a heightened sense of touch.
He handed her the mask, and she put it on herself without hesitation. She was learning, and he liked it. Not only did her complete compliance let him know she was a quick learner, it also told him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
The next steps would be so tricky. He was already so hard, he was certain she would've seen the outline of his cock straining against his pants the moment he stood. But he couldn't have her completely-not yet. He had to go slowly and stay in control.
"Take off your bra."
He did see the vibrations in her hands as she lifted them to do as he'd asked. She was nervous now, possibly a bit frightened. He could tell her experience was limited, unlike the girl he'd sucked last night. Mia would be so different. He couldn't wait to taste her.
Her bra fell off into her hands, and Sam held back a gasp as he studied her breasts. They were nearly perfect, and he'd seen a lot of breasts. Her nipples had already hardened some, but not completely, not enough for his taste. And taste was exactly what would get them there.
He took the bra from her hands, tossing it onto the chair, and then slowly walked around behind her. He let his hardness rub up against the curve of her hip as he turned, the small murmur she made making it lengthen even more. "Raise your hands above your head, and put your hand together."
Mia did as she was told. Normally, he'd take his secretary into his secret room for this and tie her so that she couldn't move, but he wanted to test her resilience. If he told her not to move, could she do it?
"Don't lower your arms for any reason, Mia. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, sir." Her voice was a whisper, a wavering breath.
Standing behind her, he reached around and cupped her right breast in his hand. Sam's breath stuttered as he held it, caressed it. He moved his thumb and first finger up to her nipple, drawing it out more as he rolled it between his fingers. She moaned softly and leaned back slightly. He brought his other hand around and did the same to her left breast, increasing the tension as he pinched slightly harder. Not enough to hurt her. Not yet.
The floral scent of her perfume was intoxicating as he lowered his face to her neck. He nipped the soft flesh there, sucking and licking his way up to her ear, giving her a small taste of what she was about to experience.
She liked it. Her moans and gasps told him so. The way she bit into her bottom lip. He wanted to kiss those ruby red petals, but he wouldn't do that. Not today. That would invoke a level of intimacy he wasn't ready for.
Sam let go of her breasts, sliding his hands up to her elbows. He held her arms still for a moment. "Do your arms hurt?"
"No, sir."
"Let them relax into my hands for a moment. Good. You'll need to keep them up a bit longer. In a moment, Mia, I'm going to suck you. It's going to be unlike any other sucking you've ever experienced, I assure you. It will hurt, but it will be a good pain, the kind that will make your panties soaking wet." Her lip quivered, and he could tell, even though she was frightened, she wanted it.
"Keep your arms up," he said, letting go of them. She did as she was instructed and he went around in front of her. Placing one hand on her slender waist, he took a breast in his hand and lowered his head.
At first, he was gentle. Licking, rolling her hardened flesh against his tongue. He reveled in the feel of her against him, the scent of her, the taste. Then, Sam began to suck, hard, slurping her into his mouth, pulling and tugging, lengthening her nipple as he did his best to consume her. Mia's moans became more shrill, her breathing turned to pants, and he could tell she liked it, even though he knew it stung a bit. Once he had her nipple as long and hard as he could get it, he turned to her other breast and did the same, sucking and slurping like an animal. That's what he was, after all, and this was the first of his animal instincts.
She wanted to drop her hands. He could feel her longing to bring them down, to wind them through his hair, maybe pull it to get back at him. He wouldn't let her, though. With his other hand, he twisted his first masterpiece, pulling, keeping it lengthened.
Even though he hadn't had enough and could do this all day, he knew he had to let her go, or else he would be tempted to do more. Sam lifted his head and looked her in the face. He couldn't see her eyes, but he could tell by the grimace on her face that she was pleased in a way she'd never experienced before.
Her nipples were red and swollen, but that didn't stop him from continuing to play with them as he watched her gasp and pant. "Are you wet?"
"Yes."
How he longed to see for himself, to spread her legs and taste her. But that was for another day. His cock was so hard now, he'd have to go in the other room and relief the ache he'd created in his own pants. If only he could plunge himself into her instead.
Not today.
Sam pulled his hands away. He handed her bra to her. "Put it on."
She did, her arms shaking from the strain of keeping her arms up for so long. Once she was covered up again, Sam's head began to clear. He handed her shirt over, and she put that on as well.
He went behind his desk and sat down, one hand on his crotch. "Take your mask off and put it on the desk. Then, you may go."
"Yes, sir," she said, as if everything was the same, as if he hadn't had her in his mouth for the past ten or fifteen minutes.
Mia took off the mask, sat it on his desk without looking at him, and then walked to the door.
Without even putting the mask away, Sam hurried to his secret room in the corner, opened the door hidden within the wall, and locked it behind him. He couldn't get his zipper down fast enough....