Caught: Punished by Her Boss by Claire Thompson Read Free Book Online
Authors: Claire Thompson
lifted his hips, twisting to reach his fly with his other hand. He pulled down his shorts and underwear, shimmying out of them as his cock sprang free. Jessie was still struggling beneath him, but he didn’t let her squirm away.
Using his knee, he forced Jessie’s thighs apart. He gripped the triangle of silk covering her cunt and jerked it roughly aside. Reaching for her cunt, he pushed his finger inside, feeling the clamp of her muscle against him.
Withdrawing his hand, he grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs, his other hand still firmly over her mouth. He knew what he was going to do. There was no going back now. He had to have it; he had to have her. The part of his brain that could still think told him that the fucking bitch had provoked him one time too many. She deserved what she got. But truly, he was beyond rationale thought. He was operating now on pure, dark instinct.
Jessie was whimpering and jerking beneath him, but he was much stronger than she, and his cock was throbbing. Her cunt was hot and tight as he pressed his way inside. Though the room was air conditioned, both their bodies were slick with sweat. Her skin was silky and slippery beneath him as he held her down. He could smell her fear, as potent as pheromones in his nostrils, making him nearly mad with lust.
He lifted her arms over her head and pressed both her wrists together against the carpet with one hand, his other still covering her mouth. He moved inside her, pushing deep and thrusting hard.
Taking his hand from her mouth, he placed it on her throat. He could feel the rapid patter of her pulse beneath his fingers. He could choke her if he wanted to. Her life was literally in his hands.
Lifting himself on one elbow, he bent over her, flicking her nipple with his tongue and then biting the hardening nubbin, spurred on by her yelping cries. He lifted his head, seeking her mouth with his, intent on claiming her. She spit at him and turned her head away.
With a bark of angry laughter, he wiped the spittle from his face. Letting her wrists go, he slapped her cheek hard with the back of his hand. As she gasped in pain and surprise, he brought his mouth over hers and forced his tongue inside as he fucked her.
Never in his life had he felt so powerful, so fully engaged, so alive!
He wanted to make it last. He wanted to stay here forever, his cock cocooned in her velvet heat, his chest hard against her soft breasts as she trembled beneath him. She was his prisoner. His sex slave. He was a king. He was a god.
He gasped, crying out as a blinding flash of pure pleasure hurtled through his body like a thunder bolt. For a moment he was suspended in time and space, held rigid in the control of the most intense orgasm of his life.
At last he collapsed against the woman beneath him, his heart slamming, his mind drifting in a deep blue sea of utter peace.
Eventually Eric’s heart slowed to something approaching normal and the endorphins ebbed. He became aware of the sting of sweat along the scratches on his cheek and the throb of the welt on his neck.
Jessie was crying quietly, still trapped beneath his bulk. His cock had softened, though it was still nestled inside her warmth. The bloodlust that had fueled his actions and left him momentarily out of his right mind now fully receded, replaced by a sickening panic.
He had just assaulted and raped a woman in his own home.
Oh Jesus, oh Christ. What happens now?
~*~
Jessie was thirsty and she had to pee. Her skin felt itchy with dried sweat and the room was chilly. She shifted, trying to get more comfortable but it was no use. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her ankles bound together with rope and she lay awkwardly on her side on the nubby indoor-outdoor carpet that lined the basement floor. Her shoulder and hip ached, and her pussy felt bruised and torn.
The anger and indignation she’d felt toward Eric before tonight had blossomed into pure hatred. She fervently wished the whip
Using his knee, he forced Jessie’s thighs apart. He gripped the triangle of silk covering her cunt and jerked it roughly aside. Reaching for her cunt, he pushed his finger inside, feeling the clamp of her muscle against him.
Withdrawing his hand, he grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs, his other hand still firmly over her mouth. He knew what he was going to do. There was no going back now. He had to have it; he had to have her. The part of his brain that could still think told him that the fucking bitch had provoked him one time too many. She deserved what she got. But truly, he was beyond rationale thought. He was operating now on pure, dark instinct.
Jessie was whimpering and jerking beneath him, but he was much stronger than she, and his cock was throbbing. Her cunt was hot and tight as he pressed his way inside. Though the room was air conditioned, both their bodies were slick with sweat. Her skin was silky and slippery beneath him as he held her down. He could smell her fear, as potent as pheromones in his nostrils, making him nearly mad with lust.
He lifted her arms over her head and pressed both her wrists together against the carpet with one hand, his other still covering her mouth. He moved inside her, pushing deep and thrusting hard.
Taking his hand from her mouth, he placed it on her throat. He could feel the rapid patter of her pulse beneath his fingers. He could choke her if he wanted to. Her life was literally in his hands.
Lifting himself on one elbow, he bent over her, flicking her nipple with his tongue and then biting the hardening nubbin, spurred on by her yelping cries. He lifted his head, seeking her mouth with his, intent on claiming her. She spit at him and turned her head away.
With a bark of angry laughter, he wiped the spittle from his face. Letting her wrists go, he slapped her cheek hard with the back of his hand. As she gasped in pain and surprise, he brought his mouth over hers and forced his tongue inside as he fucked her.
Never in his life had he felt so powerful, so fully engaged, so alive!
He wanted to make it last. He wanted to stay here forever, his cock cocooned in her velvet heat, his chest hard against her soft breasts as she trembled beneath him. She was his prisoner. His sex slave. He was a king. He was a god.
He gasped, crying out as a blinding flash of pure pleasure hurtled through his body like a thunder bolt. For a moment he was suspended in time and space, held rigid in the control of the most intense orgasm of his life.
At last he collapsed against the woman beneath him, his heart slamming, his mind drifting in a deep blue sea of utter peace.
Eventually Eric’s heart slowed to something approaching normal and the endorphins ebbed. He became aware of the sting of sweat along the scratches on his cheek and the throb of the welt on his neck.
Jessie was crying quietly, still trapped beneath his bulk. His cock had softened, though it was still nestled inside her warmth. The bloodlust that had fueled his actions and left him momentarily out of his right mind now fully receded, replaced by a sickening panic.
He had just assaulted and raped a woman in his own home.
Oh Jesus, oh Christ. What happens now?
~*~
Jessie was thirsty and she had to pee. Her skin felt itchy with dried sweat and the room was chilly. She shifted, trying to get more comfortable but it was no use. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her ankles bound together with rope and she lay awkwardly on her side on the nubby indoor-outdoor carpet that lined the basement floor. Her shoulder and hip ached, and her pussy felt bruised and torn.
The anger and indignation she’d felt toward Eric before tonight had blossomed into pure hatred. She fervently wished the whip
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