Yakamura enjoyed nudes.
Trying to concentrate on my work while wearing only a garter belt, hose and shoes, was impossible. I kept glancing at the door, afraid of who would come in next.
At two, the door opened and Dixon walked in. I tried to camouflage myself with the computer screen, but no such luck. His eyes locked on me.
He looked annoyed.
“Why are you undressed?”
“Your brother and Mr.—”
He threw his briefcase onto a waiting area chair. “What did they do to you?”
“Nothing really. Your brother wanted to prove he had an obedient employee.”
“And why are you like this now?”
“He told me not to get dressed.”
Dixon reached out and grabbed my wrist. I gasped, but he held on tightly and practically dragged me down the hall to his office.
Once we were inside, he slammed the door and pinned my wrist above my head, against the wall.
“What have you done for my brother?” he asked angrily.
“Nothing. I just obeyed orders.” Why did he care? Weren’t these little sessions part of my job as far as he was concerned?
“Has he fucked you?” He grasped my throat with his big hand.
“No.” I was panting now, but it wasn’t from fear. His face was only inches from mine. I wanted him to kiss me…hard.
“How has he touched you?”
“He hasn’t really touched me at all.” I left out the fact that Mr. Yakamura had touched me.
“I want to touch you,” Dixon said. He adjusted the hand on my neck so his thumb pressed my chin upward and I couldn’t open my mouth.
Why didn’t he let me reply? I would have told him I wanted him to touch me.
He leaned forward until our noses were only a half-inch apart.
Would he kiss me? Make love to me?
He lowered his face to mine and his tongue trailed a possessive path around my lips. I wanted to open them for him, but my mouth was still trapped shut.
He pressed his body against mine, the denim of his jeans rough against my naked flesh.
Suddenly, he released my chin and looked down.
“You got the wax,” he said thoughtfully. “Why?”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“Yes, but did you do it because I’m your boss, or did you do it because I wanted it?” He peered into my eyes as if the answer was really important to him.
“I wanted to do it…for you.”
His jaw twitched. The look on his face said he wished he could believe me.
I lowered my gaze. What was this odd combination of emotions that made it hard for me to look at him?
He wound his fingers into the back of my hair and tightened. When he pulled, I had no choice but to peer up into his face.
His free hand slid down my stomach until it reached my crotch. His finger entered me and thrust one, two, three times. I tensed for orgasm, but the digit retreated.
I sighed.
“My, Tessa, what a wet pussy you have.”
The better to fuck you with, my dear …
“Wet for my brother?”
“No. For you.”
Dixon raised his soaked middle finger to my forehead and traced a path down the middle of my face, leaving a trail of my own cream. He stopped at my lips, rubbing back and forth across them.
“Open your mouth.”
When I complied, he pressed the digit inside.
“Suck it. Show me how you’d treat my cock.”
Every nerve in my body jumped at the thought of Dixon’s cock being released into my care. I imagined it in my mouth, in my pussy…
I sucked his finger with all my might, hoping to tempt him into something further. I swirled my tongue around and sucked some more.
“Good girl,” he said as he slid it from my mouth. His fist tightened in my hair again, causing a pleasure shiver to race down my spine.
His wet finger slipped down my stomach, straight through the middle of my pussy lips. My whole body seemed to moan and I moaned with it.
He plunged his finger back into my pussy, raking the juices roughly over my clit.
“ Uhhhg… ” sounded from deep in my throat. I needed more.
He plunged and raked and plunged and raked and plunged and raked…
It was a phenomenal,