Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
“Uh oh, Ms. Evans.” In a flash of movement, he grips the back of my neck and shoves two fingers deep inside me. “Did I say you could come?”
The moment his fingers enter me, I’m on the edge of another orgasm, especially when he thrusts deep, hitting my G-spot on my inner wall.
I cry out, rising up on my knees as he pumps his fingers. He helps me with the hand at my nape, only to use my weight to lift and drop me over his fingers, making me ride his hand faster and faster. My breasts bounce. Arousal leaks between his digits. My cries grow more desperate. I’m helpless–like a sex doll he can turn on with just his voice and fingers.
I orgasm again–this time a good one. A satisfying one. I rise up on my knees, my weight completely controlled by Brick. Without his support at my neck, I’d topple forward into him.
He tsks again. “That’s twice you’ve come without permission, little girl.”
I come again on the fingers still stretching me. “I don’t answer to little girl,” I pant.
“Oh, you’ll be answering to me tonight, sweetheart.” He slides his fingers out and kisses me roughly. I sense his control slipping in the dominant way his tongue pushes into my mouth. The tightening of his fingers around the back of my head. I’m his mate–he’s always so hungry for me.
But he reins it in.
He releases me and tosses a bolster in the center of the bed. “Lie over the pillow, Ms. Evans. I want that juicy ass presented for me.”
A moan slips from my lips. I crawl over the bolster and settle my hips down onto it.
Brick strokes his large hand over the landscape of my ass, tracing the curves with his warm palm. “You have a spanking coming, Ms. Evans.” He delivers the first one, but it’s more of a love-spank. A light slap that makes me stick my ass out for more.
He spanks the other cheek. “I’m going to turn this ass red, and then I’m going to fuck it.”
I go still. I’m still an anal virgin unless you count his finger at the Berkshires a few weeks ago. But I’m already half-delirious just from the finger-fucking. I’m not about to refuse anything he wants to give me, even if it is challenging.
Perhaps especially if it’s challenging.
Brick spanks a little faster, light spanks that gradually grow more intense. I wiggle under the sting, but any time he pauses, I arch for more.
“Spread those legs, beautiful,” he murmurs.
I open my legs, and he delivers a light spank between them.
I moan.
He strokes some more and then spanks me harder. My eyes roll back in my head with pleasure. All rational thought has left the premises.
Brick pauses in his gentle torture to remove his tie and unbutton his collar. He slides the tie in front of my eyes and winds the silk fabric around my head to secure it in the back. The moment my sight is blocked out, my other senses heighten. I’m able to relax more. The message is clear–it’s my job to receive whatever it is Brick intends to do with me. Or to obey his commands. But otherwise, I’m not responsible for anything.
The overachiever in me can let go.
“Stay right where you are.” The deep growl of Brick’s voice enters my body and circulates inside me, warming me from the inside out.
A moment later he returns. “Reach back and pull your gorgeous ass-cheeks apart, Ms. Evans.”
“I don’t remember this consequence outlined in the employee manual,” I echo my joke from the first time he bent me over his desk and spanked me.
His laugh is dark and delicious. “Are you going to obey, or do I need to take my belt off?”
My buttcheeks squeeze at his threat, and I reach back to do as he ordered. He rubs something cool–lubricant, I imagine–between my cheeks, then presses a stainless steel plug against my back pucker.
I tighten against the intrusion.
“Relax, Madi,” he murmurs, dropping the boss act. “Exhale for me.”
I relax and let out my breath. As I do, he slides the plug inside me. For the first moment, I hate it, but once he gets it past the round bulbous part and it settles in, I love the sensation.
“Now hold that in while I spank you.” The big bad boss is back.
I release my buttcheeks and cover my ass.
Brick chuckles. He leaves my side again and when he returns, he gathers my wrists behind my back and winds another silk tie around them.
I sigh, relaxing even more. I don’t know why there’s something so delicious about being tied up. It alleviates the need for me to do anything, I guess. To get anything right. To perform.
Of course, the moment Brick begins spanking me again, my relaxation ends. I tune into the sensations, the blindfold and bound wrists enabling me to sink deep into the scene. Every spank jostles the plug in my ass, sending even more feedback through those sensitive nerve endings. I’m beyond wet now–I’m sopping. Excited. Growing needy.