Unleashed: Volume 3 (Unleashed #3) (9 page)

While I called the
shots, Kara, unsure, took the pen and paper. Her eyes flit up to me,
then down to the pad and she started scribbling away. Only problem
was, she started bending down. That wasn’t going to work. I
required a view while I conducted my business.

I put the call on mute
again. “Keep that pad of paper down on your lap. And take your tits
out so I can see.”

Her eyes went round
with surprise. She always seemed so shocked when I talked dirty to
her. I liked that. I really liked how turned on it got her.

She placed the pen and
pad on her lap, then brought her fingers to her top and hesitated. I
didn’t know if it was because she felt shy, or she wasn’t sure
how to comply. I let her work it out. Surrender came so sweet after a
struggle.

Biting her lower lip,
she decided to unbutton her blouse a bit more. Then she slid a hand
down inside of the black satin and pulled her breast up so I could
see, the pink nipple exposed out over the bra. My eyes narrowed at
the sight and I suppressed a hiss of satisfaction. She did the same
with her other breast, the two creamy mounds and pink buds now forced
up and out for my enjoyment. Combined with the conservative nature of
the blouse and slim grey skirt, she looked like every man’s fantasy
of the naughty secretary. But she was mine, all mine.

I put the call back on
and talked through some more points. I made my case, persuaded and
intimidated. And I watched Kara, her tits on display as she took
notes. I could tell her breathing was becoming more labored. Her
nipples formed tight peaks. She liked this. She liked serving me. My
cock hardened in response, pressing for release. Not yet.

Kara diligently took
notes on my conversation, but the pad of paper had snuck up again, at
an angle threatening to block my view. Pointing at it to command her
attention, I mouthed the word, “Down.”

Instantly, she
complied, pad down, breasts out, her nipples stiff pink points. Still
speaking on my call, I reached out and pinched one between my thick
thumb and forefinger.

“I don’t think you
understand. I mean what I say,” I barked to the men on the phone. I
took Kara’s other nipple in my fingers, pinching it and tugging it
so that it matched the other, both nipples aroused and straining from
my touch. Kara bit her lower lip and a soft sound came from her
throat, needy. Pointing at her notes, I whispered, “Make sure
they’re neat.”

She squirmed in her
chair and I wondered how wet she was getting, no panties, showing her
tits to me. My sweet Kara, so pretty and so nasty.

On the phone, I called
the shots, the alpha male, the prick. I owned this deal. I knew I
did. They knew it, too. The guy caved. He agreed to my terms, signing
an e-document before we even got off the phone. And that was how you
got things done.

Shutting down the
phone, I turned to Kara.

“Read back the
transcript. Now.”

She shook slightly as
she held the pad between her fingers. Good. I wanted her nervous,
aroused, anticipating, feeling that adrenaline surge when you stood
up in front of class and read your paper aloud. If she messed up,
she’d get in big trouble. She began reading her notes back with a
tremor in her voice.

“Bring your chair
closer,” I told her, gruff, pointing between my thighs. “Here.”
She stood and slid her chair closer, right between my legs. “Now
pull your skirt up before you sit. I want to see if you were a good
girl and dressed like I told you.”

Biting her lip, she
gathered the sides of her neat, gray pencil skirt in her fists and
then drew them up her silky thighs. She brought the fabric up right
to the start of her pussy, then sat down with her legs slightly
parted.

Naked, I could see now,
her sex bare and glistening and already ready for me. Just how I
wanted her, my Kara.

“Read,” I ordered.
A few tendrils escaped her bun as she began reading back the notes
she’d taken, her large breasts exposed and heaving. Her hands shook
as she held the pad of paper.

“That’s right. No
mistakes,” I told her. Slowly, I reached over and traced my fingers
up her thighs all the way up to her sex. As I first touched her,
drawing two fingers along the outside of her wet pussy lips, her eyes
closed and she tilted her head back. Her milky throat exposed, her
mouth parted with a moan.

I withdrew my fingers
and pinched a nipple hard in reprimand. “I said read. No mistakes.”

Her eyes opened again,
her breathing becoming a pant as she resumed her secretarial position
to read back the notes, keeping the pad down so I could see every
inch of her thrust-out breasts. But she opened her legs a fraction
more and I let her. She wanted to give me more access.

As her voice began
again, I brought my fingers back to touch and stroke her sex, so wet
for me, so sweet and hot. I parted her folds and found her bud,
stroking it, circling it, drawing out her honey. She kept reading and
I began to finger-fuck her, forcing my two fingers up deep inside of
her, then drawing them out slowly. She bit back a moan and kept
reading, doing as she’d been told.

“Good girl,” I
praised her, plunging my fingers up inside her, deep. She whimpered
in response and I could tell she was already getting close.

Fingers out, I drew
back. “Pour me some water.”

Slowly catching her
breath, she drew her legs closed, her eyes half-lidded.

“Over there.” I
looked over at the wet bar.

She put the pad of
paper down on my desk, stood and began to pull her skirt down again.

“Stop.” I kept my
gaze focused on her pussy lips, slick and glistening and still
begging for my touch. “Keep the skirt up.”

Perched on her stiletto
heels, she walked over to the wet bar and pulled out a glass. Her ass
peeked out in the back, underneath where she’d raised her skirt,
the soft curves of her cheeks teasing me.

“Fill the pitcher and
bring it over here.” I wanted her closer to me again, by my side
while she served me.

The sight of her
walking back in those heels, skirt forced up, shirt opened, breasts
spilling over her bra sent me into overdrive. I gripped the arm of my
chair, watching the way her hard nipples bounced as she walked. Soon
I’d have them in my mouth.

“Here,” I motioned
to my desk. She placed the glass down. “Now pour me some water.”
As she bent to serve me, her breasts overflowing, I brought my hands
to her needy nipples and stroked. “Don’t spill,” I warned her
as I gave them each a twist. She sucked in her breath and bit her
lip, but she didn’t spill a drop.

I brought my other hand
to her still-exposed pussy. Dripping wet now, I slid my fingers into
her sex and began to stroke. She brought her hand to the desk to
steady herself and bucked into my touch, working to get more contact.
She needed to come. I loved her like this, desperate and panting,
eyes closed, lips parted, thinking of nothing but my hands on her and
the building, pulsing pleasure coursing through her system. I owned
her right now, but the truth was she owned me as well. I couldn’t
even look away from her, bringing her so close, about to come.

My phone rang. I took
my fingers out and licked them while it got to the third ring, her
eyes glazed and heavy as she drank in my intimacy.

The seller had called
back. He was having last-minute reservations. Stern and sure, I
walked him through why this transaction was going to happen as
arranged.

Pointing down between
my legs, I looked at Kara. She knelt right where I’d directed her.
Unsure, she brought her hands to my inner thighs, then up to my
zipper. Our gazes locked and I nodded yes, this was what I wanted.

Eager, she unbuttoned
my pants, unzipped my fly and brought her hands to my briefs, pulling
them down. My prick sprang out, thick and swollen, veins pressing
along the side, a pearl of pre-come at the tip of my crown. With a
soft sound of satisfaction, she brought her pink tongue to it and
swirled the tip, tasting me. Closing her eyes, she murmured, “Mmmm.”

I wasn’t going to
last long, I could tell. Fisting my hand in her hair, I brought her
hot, wet mouth down on my long, steel cock. She took me in, deep, far
down her throat, sucking and bobbing her head as I forced her down
along my length. It felt so good, so tight and wet.

The seller went for it,
signed off this time for good. I ended the call.

Both hands in her hair,
I thrust my hips up into her face, rough, hard, demanding. This
wasn’t a slow lesson in teaching her to suck cock the way I liked
it, this was fucking her face, making her work for me. She made deep
noises of pleasure and I could feel her mewls deep in her throat
against my shaft.

“I’m coming, Kara,”
I growled, going down deep into her throat. She looked up and met my
eyes, her plump pink lips wrapped around my huge, engorged cock, a
look of immense pleasure on her beautiful face. That did it for me.
My hot come shot out deep down her throat, spurting out in waves. She
sucked it all down, her hands up to either side of my hips, holding
me like she couldn’t get enough of my come. She stayed on my cock
like that, sucking every last drop, until I collapsed back into the
chair, spent. Then she sank back on her heels, still kneeling,
licking her lips to get every last taste of me. Her bun had come
loose from my fists and her hair now spun out around her like golden
silk.

“Kara.” It was all
I could get out, a hoarse grunt. This girl killed me, so sweetly
gorgeous and so nasty all at once. I’d come so hard, but I wasn’t
done yet. Not with her.

“Declan,” she
purred between my legs, resting her contented face against my inner
thigh. “Mmmm,” she sighed. I stroked her neck, traced her ear,
caressed her shoulder. Her breasts still sprang out from her shirt,
exposed. Bringing a hand down, I scooped her flesh in my palm. She
sat up, kneeling between my legs again, giving me full access to both
breasts.

Looking down at her, I
unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her shirt, then slipped it down
off of her. As much as I liked the sight of her forced up and out of
the bra, I wanted it off. I wanted nothing between us. I unclasped it
and threw it to the ground. Now she kneeled before me, her huge tits
out, her small waist narrowing in below them, the perfect playmate.

Hands up, giving her
breasts attention, I looked her in the eyes. “Kara, baby?” She
gazed up at me, contented and trusting. “Did that make you wet?
Sucking me off while I was on my call?”

“Yes,” she
whimpered, her nipples responding under my fingers. Oh, she liked
being dirty. She liked it, and she loved it when I forced her to
admit it.

“Take off your
skirt,” I commanded. “Show me.”

On shaky legs, she
stood in front of me. Unzipping the pencil skirt, she slipped out of
it, nothing between us now at all. Examining her as if looking for
evidence, I brought my face right down to her lovely, slick pussy.
With two fingers, I spread her folds wide open, leaving her clit
swollen, dark pink and exposed to the cool air. “You’re very
wet,” I observed and she whimpered again. “You’re so swollen.”
Then I blew gently right on her drenched, throbbing clit. She gasped
and arched her back, hand back out on the desk to steady herself.

“And you still
haven’t come yet, have you?” I asked, blowing again directly on
her clit.

“No!” she called
out.

With a wicked smile, I
leaned down and asked her so close I knew she could feel my breath on
her pussy, “Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” She moaned,
panting. “Yes.”

I chuckled. “Not
yet.” I touched my tongue light, brief, teasing to her sensitive
bud and she cried out. “Not yet,” I continued, pulling back and
sitting in my chair. “I want you to touch yourself for me. Show me
what you do when you think about me. When you fantasize about my
cock.”

Desperate, Kara rested
her bare ass against my desk. Past being hesitant or shy, she spread
her legs wide and brought her fingers right down to her slit. I
watched as she started to finger-fuck herself, bringing her fingers
in and out of her slippery hole. All the while she circled her clit
with her thumb, touching it just like I did, bringing herself closer
and closer.

“I’m going to fuck
you on this desk,” I explained as I stood again, placing both hands
on either side of her. “And I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“Yes,” she cried
out as I reached down, my shaft already erect and ready again.

“Brace yourself,” I
told her as I slid a hand underneath her ass and angled her toward
the huge crown of my cock. She brought her hands to the desk. With
one hard, long thrust I slid full into her. Screaming, she pushed
into me, raising her hips and pressing wildly to take me deeper.

Incoherent, I began
thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around my hips, her arms
around my neck. I grabbed her ass in my two, large hands and rammed
my cock deep into her again and again. I could hear the sound of our
wet, slick fucking, my balls slapping against her. She took
everything I gave, banging into her relentless, pounding her on the
desk.

I could feel her
shuddering, her moans and screams in my ear, her pussy starting to
squeeze around my prick.

“Come for me now,
Kara. Come for me,” I growled. She surrendered into a long, deep
orgasm, the noises she made, pleasure sounds, release and
gratification, animalistic and out of her control.

“Kara!” My burning,
coiled heat exploded into her, shooting deep inside of her. She took
me in, her legs wrapped around me, my tool buried in her. I shuddered
and nearly collapsed, resting my hands back on the desk, my face in
the crook of her neck.

Together, we panted,
heavy and fast. Deep inside of her stretched, wet pussy, my cock gave
one final pulse. She shuddered and moaned, instinctively pulling
against me, turning her face to my shoulder and kissing me there.