Pushing the Limits
*ADULTS ONLY*
Faith had been waiting for this moment. Aching for it. And now that it was here, she could hardly believe it wasn’t a dream.
She’d been working at Lawrence and Associates for weeks. And for weeks she’d barely allowed herself to dream about her boss. He’d practically ignored her since her interview. Since hiring her for a job that required far more than filing.
Of course, he’d warned her. He’d explained quite clearly that she would have to earn his trust before he’d touch her. On some level, she just hadn’t really believed it would ever happen.
The man wasn’t only good looking and intelligent—simple human qualities like that wouldn’t make him so unattainable—he was also the most distant, difficult to reach man she’d ever met.
But she could reach him now. Reach right out and touch his lean muscles, his chiseled face. His hard cock.
She licked her lips.
Lawrence didn’t bother with his shirt. Instead, once he’d helped her back down to her knees, he simply unbuttoned his slacks and pulled his long, thick cock free. He didn’t close the short gap between them immediately. Instead, he gripped himself and pulled.
Her mouth dropped open and she gasped at the sight. It sent her straight back to the moment when she’d watched him jack off during her interview. After he’d spanked her. After he’d let his men use her.
When he’d instructed them to pull her to her feet so he could spill his seed on her naked breasts.
Just like that moment, his grip was hard, and his pull exacting. His eyes were locked on her body, which had once again been used at his discretion. And she was on the floor, on her knees, waiting to service him any way he wanted.
“Take off the bra,” he said, voice low and guttural.
She started at the sudden sound of his voice, but didn’t hesitate to remove the little bit of fabric that could be considered a bra only in the broadest sense of the word.
The material fell to the floor, revealing her breasts to him. Her nipples were hard and the peaks pointed to him, as if begging for his touch.
She was about ready to beg, too.
“Good girl,” he groaned, his hand moving faster.
She bit her lip to keep from asking him—begging him—to let her take his gorgeous cock into her mouth. To let her pleasure him. That would only dissuade him, convince him that she wasn’t ready. He had to be the one who decided when it was time. His dominant nature would allow for no less.
