Jonas tightens his hold on my throat the tiniest bit when I try to burst forward. “I suppose we’ll see.” Despite his rough touch, he sounds almost like he’s musing to himself.
No matter how hard I fight, he’s too strong. He manages to maneuver us to face the desk without hurting me once despite my struggles. After the briefest hesitation he lifts me onto the desk. Shock stills me for a moment, and it’s all Jonas needs. He yanks the robe off and presses me face-down against the desk with my ass in the air and my wrists pinned at the small of my back.
How the hell did he manage that so smoothly?
I’m still trying to figure it out as he uses his free hand to urge my legs wider yet. I try to close them, but it’s impossible. “Please stop!”
Jonas curses. “Your pretty lying mouth is saying stop, but your pussy is practically dripping.” He skates his free hand up my thigh to the bottom crease of my ass and squeezes. Parting me. “You like this.”
“No!”
“Lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me.” He traces my opening with his thumb. “Are you worried that you won’t be your father’s little princess if you let me touch you?” His breath caresses my spine just above where he’s pinned my wrists. “If you stop fighting it?”
“Yes,” I sob out. “I’m not supposed to want this. I’m not supposed to want you.” I drag in a breath. “You’re my father’s best friend.”
“Yes, I am.” His gentle kiss against my back is directly at odds with the unyielding grip around my wrists. “And I’m about to eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”
I think I might die if he does. I know I’ll die if he doesn’t.
“Blake.” He leans forward to twine his hand through my hair and gently twist my head to face the windows. “Tell me what you see.”
It takes my eyes a moment to focus. It’s now dark enough outside that the windows act the part of a mirror, reflecting my image back at me. This position feels obscene. It looks even more so. With my cheek on the desk and my arms pinned back between my legs, my ass is in the air. The angle ensures that Jonas has a great view of both my ass and pussy. That he has access to both. I try to struggle, but he just presses my wrists more firmly to the desk. “Answer the question.”
“You didn’t ask a question.”
He gives my ass a sharp slap. “Try again.”
I’m panting now. “I see a man holding me down.”
“Ah.” His chuckle is as dark as the room. I watch him pull the chair closer to the desk, sink into it, and adjust the height, all without releasing me. “Would you like to know what I see?”
“No!”
“I see a little slut who’s begging for it.” He leans forward and drags his nose up the back of my thigh. “It’s okay, little slut. You can cry foul all you want. I’ll still give you what you’re afraid to ask for.”
“Wait—” Whatever I was about to say devolves into a moan as Jonas leans forward and licks me. A long lick, tasting all of me. It feels good. It looks even better. He’s got his face buried in the most private part of me, and it’s like watching my very own personal porno while experiencing it in real time.
For a moment, I forget that I’m supposed to be fighting this. I close my eyes and whimper, rolling my hips as much as I’m able, trying to guide him to my clit.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he murmurs against my pussy. “You want it, don’t you? You love rubbing that needy pussy on my tongue.”
“No,” I whisper. It sounds like a yes.
“Do you know how hard you make me? Promise to stop fighting and I’ll show you.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. He just goes back to eating me in slow, thorough licks. I’m so close. Unforgivably close.
“Please!”
Just like that, it stops.
Jonas lifts his head and exhales. “No.”
I blink. “What?”
“You want me to force you to come so you can pretend that you’re still a little princess.” He releases my arms and grabs my hips, pulling me off the desk. My head spins a little as he turns me to face him and yanks me down to straddle his lap. His cock is a giant line against the front of his slacks, so hard I can clearly see the crown. Jonas catches my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. “You want to come? Do it yourself.”
“I want to be good,” I whisper even as reach for his shoulders and I adjust myself on his lap. He’s almost lined up exactly where I need the friction the most. I hesitate. Am I supposed to take his cock out? Fuck him like this?
He grabs my hips and jerks me forward, sealing us together. Only the relatively thin fabric of his slacks separate us. His expression is merciless as he uses that harsh grip to rub me up and down his hard length through his pants. “This is what you need, isn’t it?”
I know I’m supposed to be fighting him, but it feels so good that I’m shaking. “I’m not supposed to want this.”
“No, you’re not.” He keeps me rocking against him. I’m so wet, I’ve already soaked his pants. Jonas leans forward until his lips touch the shell of my ear. “You’re not supposed to want this cock, which is the very reason you’re panting for it. But you’ve got to earn it. Get yourself off like this.”
I’m nearly mindless with pleasure. I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts to the soft fabric of his shirt and grind myself against his cock. “I really just wanted a book.”
“You came into my study looking for exactly what you got.” He shifts his hands to my ass, squeezing and massaging but no longer guiding my movements. I have no one to blame but myself. He won’t let me forget it, either. “You wanted to interrupt my work and rub that needy pussy all over me until I take care of her. Isn’t that right?”
“No,” I sob. I’m so close. Every time he squeezes my ass, it feels like a bolt straight to my clit. I feel just like the little slut he’s named me. I want more.
“Is that not enough for you?” He sounds almost bored. “Typical.”
“Jonas, please.”
He stops my frantic motions. “Please, what? Ask me nicely and I’ll consider giving you what you need.”
“Your mouth again. Please.”
He lifts me easily and turns us around to set me in his chair. Watching this man go to his knees is something I’ll never get tired of. It’s even better because he’s fully dressed and I’m entirely naked. He guides my legs up and back, spreading me wide. As I watch, he lowers his head and drags his face over my pussy. “You taste too fucking good. You make me want to have you spread out on my dining room table, eating this pussy morning, noon, and night. We could see how many times I can make you come all over my face.”
“Jonas.” I moan. “We can’t. We’re not supposed to do this.”
“You’re right.” He inhales, long and deep. “But you’re feeling needy and I have a willing tongue. It’d be a damn shame to leave you wanting.”
And then there’s no more time for talking. He licks and teases, driving my pleasure higher and higher until I can’t stop myself from begging. I dig my fingers into his hair and lift my hips as much as I can, rubbing myself against his lips. “Right there.”
“That’s right. You know what you want, don’t you? This.” He keeps up that motion, over and over again, until I splinter into pieces. One last long lick and then he rises, picks me up, and resumes our earlier position.
That orgasm should have taken the edge off. It doesn’t. It only seems to take my frenzy from a spark to an inferno. I start rubbing myself on his cock again, and Jonas sighs. “I should have known that wouldn’t be enough for you.”
“This is what you wanted.”
“No, what I wanted was to get some work done.” He rolls the chair closer to the desk and reaches around me to straighten the paperwork I dislodged earlier. He sighs. “What a mess.”
Somehow, this has gotten all turned around in my head. I lift myself up a little and rub my breasts against his face. “Are you sure you want to work right now?”
“Work waits for no one.”
“Please, Jonas.” I’m whining a little but I can’t seem to help it. “Please don’t stop.”
“First you don’t want anything I can give you, and now you want everything.” He sits back in his chair and eyes me. “So much for the little princess act.”
I lean forward again and, this time, he catches my nipple in his mouth and sucks hard. The second he releases me, I eagerly cup my other breast and offer it as well. Jonas gives it the same treatment, making me squirm in his lap. I play with my wet nipples as he watches, feeling so fucking filthy that I can’t stand it. “You said it yourself. I’m not a princess. I’m a slut.” I unbutton his shirt with quick flicks of my fingers. “I need you to keep making me feel good.”
“You don’t seem to need me to do much at all.” He watches as I spread his shirt and run my nails lightly down his chest. Despite the bored expression on his face, his cock jumps in response. “You’re doing a fine job yourself.”
“I do need you, though.” I unfasten his slacks, moving slow, and peel them away from his cock. He finally takes some pity on me and lifts his hips so he can shove his pants down to his thighs. Finally. I wrap my fist around his cock and rub my pussy up and down his length. “You’re so big.”
“What would your father say if he say if he knew you were rubbing yourself all over my cock?”
I lift myself up enough to notch his cock at my entrance. “I’m not my father’s little princess anymore.” I sink down onto him in a smooth move. All the earlier fucking has made room, and it’s a seamless descent. We both gasp when he’s finally seated deep within me. I reach back to brace myself on the desk, giving him a perfect view of my body as I ride him slowly. I drag in a breath. “But I am my Daddy’s baby girl.”
