Authors: Lynn Richards
He closed the distance between them.
“You know I want you
,
don’t you
Daisy?” He hands came out to tweak her nipples through her blouse.
“Y
es.”
She let her head fall back and he took the hint, kissing her throat.
“And you know I’d never hurt you?” His teeth grazed the edge of her jaw.
“Yes.”
“And you know I’d never
embarrass
you?” He whispered the qu
estion in her ear before taking
the lobe in his mouth and sucking.
“God, yes.”
She could have sworn she felt him smiling against her ear.
His hands grabbed her arms and before she knew what was happening, she was sitting in her boss’s chair. He pushed it backwards until it
bumped
into the
credenza
, trapping her.
“Let’s get you out of this shirt
.” Hi
s
nimble
fingers worked the buttons of her white cotton blouse. The only saving grace from its plainness was the fact that it was slightly see through, allowing the white satin of her bra to show through.
As he unbuttoned her blouse and more and more of her was revealed, her doubts came flooding back. When he reached the buttons across her stomach. She stopped his hand with one of her own.
He didn’t get angry, just stared at her until
s
he spoke. “Maybe we shouldn’t do
this he
r
e
.
”
A dark brow rose. “Were do you suggest??
“Uh, my apartment? Your
apartment
?”
He smiled. “Oh, but Daisy where would the fun in that be?
Remember you wanted the others to watch.
”
Her gaze flew to the blinds
that
separated
the chief’s office from the rest of the agents. Thankfully the long vertical slats were drawn
together. The only way anybody could see
anything was if they were pressed right against the glass. She relaxed. But only for a moment.
“You didn’t lock the door.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Before she could protest again, he’d unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside.
“Dear God, you are beautiful.” His finger stroked the valley
between
her breasts.
The bra
pushed the two mounds together and
the satin cups did little to hide the evidence of her excitement.
Her
nipples poked
through the thin material.
“You look a little flushed, baby. I think I need to cool you off.
Don’t move.
” He left the room, headed toward the chief’s private inner
sanctum
. It contained a bath and small
kitchenette
.
When he left the room, Daisy
didn’t know if she should
get up and run, and keep on running
,
o
r stay exactly where he’d told her to stay. She closed her eyes
and
took a deep breath. What did she want? Freedom, or
to
appar
ently become Gideon’s sex slave?
She shivered. What would he order her to do? Suck him? She’d imaged that enough times. Or would he ‘punish’ her
as he’d
threatened
? What would the slap of
his hand on her backside feel like?
S
he knew he’d spoken
t
he truth. He would never hurt her or embarrass her. And did he want her? Apparently so
, judging by the
bulge
in his jeans
.
She decided she should just reach and grab life for once. With two hands.
“That’s a good girl, Daisy. You stayed exactly like I ordered.”
Daisy realized she hadn’t moved a muscle while he was gone. Her hands still gripped the chair’s plastic handles, her shirt still
lay
open to reveal her bra.
He sat a bowl behind her head.
“Spread your legs.”
She looked up at hi
m, his eyes were dark.
Darker than she’d ever seen them, even in anger.
She allowed her legs to fall open as far as her black skirt
would
allow.
“Did I ever tell you how sexy you look in your little office suits, Daisy? All prim and proper. Willing to obey. In everything.
”
He bent over and pushed her skirt up her thighs. When his fingers encountered the top of her thigh high stockings he groaned.
“Do you wear the
s
e
all the time?”
“Yes,” she smiled, wondering what he’d think when his hand went a little further.
The top of his head was even with her mouth. He had a
luxurious
head of hair, all soft and full. Due to the undercover
assignments
he was sometimes asked to do, he
keep
it
fairly long. It suited him.
Unable to resist, she thrust both hands through his
black
locks. He titled his head up, meeting her gaze. “Kiss me.”
An order she was happy to obey.
She pulled his head forward, her tongue coming out to lick his lips. His eyes remained opened. She thrust her tongue inside and he allowed her to control the kiss. She moved slow and easy,
stroking
his tongue with hers.
He pulled away
,
breathing rapidly.
“You like to use your tongue, do
n’t
you baby? I’ll give you
something to stroke later. Right now I need to cool you off. Lean back.”
Daisy leaned back, grip
ping the arms once again.
Gideo
n had retrieved a bowl of ice f
r
o
m the chief
’s
private kitchenette. He couldn’t do anything too risqué, other agents were on the other side of the wall and the chief could walk in any minute.
But Gi
deon needed to start as he meant to finish.
He
wanted Daisy and he intended to
have her. Now.
He took a
n
ice cube from the bowl
and ra
n it along her jaw. She ju
mped at the first touch but didn’t move. There still wasn’t enough of her exposed. Her pretty breasts were
still inside her sexy bra. With
one hand he flicked it open and
pushed back the cups. Her breasts were heavy and full, just
like the rest of her. Just the way
he liked. He swirled the ice cube down her throat, small
rivulets
of water beginning to run down her smooth satiny skin. He leaned
forward
to catch a bead with his
tongue
before it reached the top of her breast.
“Beautiful.”
H
er breasts were a soft dusky rose, the nipple and
surrounding
pink a large button of color. He placed the ice cube against the tip, holding it there.
“Does that feel better, Daisy? Are you starting to cool down?”
She shook her
head no and started
to push him away.
“Stop.”
She stilled instantly. Lord, they were going to be so good together. He moved the ice cube to the other breast, holding it against that nipple. He knew she
again
fought the urge to push him away
.
He pulled back looking at his handy work. Both of her nipples were hardened
peaks, the skin contracted so t
ightly around them the color was almost lost
.
Throwing the almost melted cube back in the bowl, he
knelt
in fron
t of her. He
took h
er left nipple in his mouth and
sucked the icy tip deep
inside
. She bucked in her chair and he had to press her back with hand on her hip. He knew the sensation of hot over col
d was almost painful, but also
o
h
, so pleasurable. He sucked, and sucked, warming her
completely
before
switching his
attention to the other breast. It was not nearly as cold as the first, but the sensation was still there. Hot and cold.
Once
both
luscious peaks were
warmed back up to
his
satisfaction
,
he sat back on his heels, giving them one last, not so gentle tweak before placing his hand on her thighs.
He pulled her legs further apart, running his hands up the insides of her thighs.
He lingered when he found the top of her stockings again, running his fingers along the edges. Damn, if he’d known she’d
worn these
to work
he’d never ha
ve been able to keep his hands off of her
as long as he had. He’d have to buy her a garter with real stockings and about four inch high heels. H
e’d order her to leave them
on while he fucked her.
Fucked her.
Sounded like a damn fine idea right
about
now.
He moved his hands up, taking the skirt with them. He couldn’t wait to see her pussy.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.”
When he’d bunched her skirt up
he’d expected to see some racy underwear – a woman didn’t wear thigh high stockings
without some sort of lacy under
garments. But he’d never expected this.
Apparently, Daisy Lambert didn’t wear panties to work.
He didn’t know whether to be angry or very, very grateful.
I
f at any time during the day she’d bent over a little too far
, every agent in the goddamn
bureau
would have seen her
slit
.
The hair coveri
ng her pussy was trimmed neatly into
a small b
lack triangle
. He knew other me
n preferred the bald look, but to him it wasn’t real. He’d grown up in the day when shaving wasn’t
the trend and he could tell which
Playboy centerfol
ds he’d jerked off to were true
blonde
s
,
brunette
s
or redheads.
“Damn it, Daisy. What the hell were you thinking?”
“That I didn’t want to spen
d the day in wet panties
?” She smiled down at him and he knew he’d just lost another chunk of his heart.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Daisy and I’m going to have to punish you for it.”
“Promise, promises.”
Gideon knew it was time to confess all. “Daisy, I’m serious. I like things a little different, a little rougher. A little darker.”
She bit her lip before answering. “I think maybe I do, too. I’ll try anything with you Gideon.”
He grinned. “That’s just what I was hoping.” He placed his hands under her hips and pulled her toward the edge of the seat. “God, you smell so good.
I’ve wanted to taste you for ages.”
He spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs,
stretching
the soft
pliable
skin until her clit was revealed. It was shy little thing and he knew just how to coax it out. He ran his tongue from the bottom of her vagina to her c
lit, tasting her juices. “Good G
od, woman, you are wet.”
Lifting his head he grinned. “And you taste damn delicious.”
He stroked her again, enjoying her groans and sighs. He saw her fingers tighten against the chair arm when he sucked her bud. Placing his thumbs on her
perianal
, he massaged her.
She groaned
when he
pushed a thumb into her little
puckered
hole.
“
Relax, sweetheart, relax.” He
continued
to lick her, loving her taste When he felt she was close to coming
,
he reached behind her and
took another ice cube from the bowl. This was just one of the many
things he wanted to do to Daisy –
and with her. Next time he’d have her spread across his bed, her hands tied to the headboard. Then he’d make her cry out for mercy. Right now, he just wanted to get both their rocks off. His cock had never been harder.