Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) by Lyla Sinclair Read Free Book Online Page A

miserable tease. Each movement sent a shockwave of need through my body, but nothing lasted long enough to allow me to come.
    My eyes fell closed. I whimpered.
    His hand tightened at my scalp until I thought my hair was coming out. My eyes popped open.
    “You’ll look at me while you come,” Dixon said. “I don’t want you fantasizing about my brother.”
    “No…I don’t want him,” I whispered.
    He plunged his finger inside me again, then went perfectly still. I tightened my muscles around it.
    “No, what?” he asked.
    “No, sir.”
    He thrust into me over and over, finger-fucking me until my body convulsed and I shuddered in spasm after spasm.
    When Dixon released me, my legs gave way and my back slid down the wall. He grabbed me by the upper arms and hauled me to my feet.
    “No rest for the wicked,” he said as he dragged me across the room, stopping behind his desk.
    “Get down on your knees and back into the hole.” He sat down in his chair.
    I looked at the space where his legs usually went, under the desk. It was a massive piece of furniture and the space was larger than in most desks.
    Was I supposed to curl up in there and take a nap? But he had said, “No rest.”
    As I backed into the space on my hands and knees, I heard a release of air. He’d hit the lever on his chair, adjusting it down several inches.
    He unzipped his jeans and rolled his chair toward me.
    “I want you to put my cock in your mouth, Tessa. I want you to tease it and suck it until I shoot my come into your throat.”
    At that moment, I wanted to suck his cock more than anything. And I wanted to stay close to him and please him so he’d keep me around.
    I grasped his thighs and planted my face in his lap. Pressing my tongue against him, I bathed his cock with slow circles, starting at the base.
    “Damn, Tessa,” he said as I worked my way toward the tip. “I like your style.”
    I was thrilled at the compliment. My tongue trailed around the indention between his shaft and tip.
    He groaned, and I was quite pleased with myself.
    His cell phone rang and he answered it. I paused.
    “Yes? Great. My receptionist isn’t at her desk, so come on back to my office.” He hung up.
    I lifted my eyes to his, feeling suddenly panicked.
    “It was just Mr. Yakamura, downstairs,” he said. “Keep at it.”
    Keep at it? With someone coming in for a meeting?
    “Shouldn’t I get out of here before he—?”
    “I said, ‘Keep at it.’”
    Angry, nervous bees swarmed in my stomach. I wanted this to be personal between me and Dixon, not more entertainment for Mr. Yakamura. I should refuse.
    “Tessa?”
    “Yes?”
    “Get back to work…”
    Good, I could hide out in the copy room until Mr. Yakamura left.
    “On my cock.” Dixon grabbed my head and pushed my face back into his crotch. When I didn’t move, he pulled my chin down, lifted his cock and shoved it inside.
    The forcefulness of the action made my thighs squeeze in an effort to satisfy my revitalized clit.
    As I began bobbing up and down on Dixon’s cock, I heard Mr. Yakamura come in. I didn’t think he could see me, but surely he’d figure out what was going on at some point.
    “Sit down,” Dixon said pleasantly. “I assume you had a nice lunch.”
    “The nicest,” Mr. Yakamura replied. “Exactly the dish I was hoping for.”
    “I think we know your taste by now.”
    Mr. Yakamura chuckled.
    “So, what interesting investment possibilities have you found for us this time?”
    I didn’t want to keep bobbing my head on Dixon’s cock with company so close, so I released it and ran my tongue up and down the shaft in a gentle tease.
    Dixon tugged his jeans down a bit more, freeing a fuzzy ball.
    “You’re neglecting this area,” he said.
    I froze. Did he just speak directly to me with his guest in the room?
    When I didn’t move, he pushed my head down until my lips met his testicle.
    “Sorry about the interruption. My new receptionist is giving me a blow-job and she