CHAPTER NINE

Telling a potential lover that I'm transgender is one of the most nerve-wracking things I've experienced.

It's agonizing, opening up like this and making myself vulnerable because there's a chance they won't accept me.

And I've had enough rejection to last a lifetime.

But Bash Ettin doesn't even blink an eye when I whisper my secret.

Hell, he embraced it—me—so quickly, I had to do a double take to ensure I wasn't dreaming.

It sure seems like a fantasy come to life with Bash kneeling in front of me while I tremble with need.

He stares up at me, our gazes locking as he presses a kiss against my clit.

His tongue flicks out to circles around it, and my knees turn to rubber.

I start to sink down, but Bash is all muscle, easily holding up my frame while he explores my body.

My clit throbs, still half-hard, and I arch into my boss's touch.

A kernel of insecurity flares within me, and Bash stops licking my clit.

"Everything still ok?"

"I won't stay hard for long."

"So? I like you soft. Show me how you muff. I want your clit in my mouth when you come."

Kicking my legs wider, I scrunch down the wall, my lower back and Bash's arm bracing my weight.

Once comfortable, I run a finger up my inner thigh to where I have my balls tucked.

I love the sensation of them inside of me but skirt around them to thrust into my right pussy.

Pleasure pings through me from my touch as well as from Bash's glazed stare.

The way he looks at me makes me feel like the sexist person in the world.

He resumes kissing and licking my clit, using his hands to massage it, too.

My eyes roll back in my head, and I reach down to fuck my other pussy, muffing both holes at once.

This coupled with Bash's mouth nearly sends me over the edge, and I freeze.

It usually takes me a while to come, but when I do, it's a whole body experience.

So I'm surprised at how quickly I'm racing towards an orgasm.

"Stop holding back," Bash growls around my clit, the word vibrating into my body.

Everything overwhelms me at once—my fingers in my pussies, Bash's command, his mouth on me—and I see stars.

I jerk as I come in Bash's mouth like he wanted, crying out when he runs his tongue over the sensitive top of my clit.

When my body finally stops twitching, I slip my fingers out of my pussies as Bash sits back on his heels.

"Watching you come while tasting your pleasure—both physically and through my senses—was the sexiest thing I've ever seen or done."

A weak smile spreads across my face, but I'm still too dazed to do much of anything else.

Bash bundles me into his arms while retrieving my pants with his tail.

The appendage is clearly prehensile and acts like another arm and hand, gripping objects perfectly.

He helps me slip my slacks back into place when I realize that he didn't put my underwear on.

When I point this out, Bash only winks and pockets the scrap of lace.

"For later."

"Later? Just what do you plan on doing with my panties?"

"Wrapping them around my tarse and fucking the fabric filled with your scent until my cum dribbles out the material."

Holy shit, my boss is a kinky fucker.

"Will you still come later if you come now?"

Bash snorts. "Without a doubt, but you don't have to do anything for me. Making you come…best workday ever."

I blush at the reminder that we're still both at work.

"Are you sure?"

Why I'm pushing the issue is beyond me, except I want to touch this man and bring him pleasure just as he did for me.

He stares at me for a beat, his head tipped to the side as if debating something.

"You want to touch me?"

"Yes…please let me fuck you like you did me."

"Mmm, such pretty manners from such a dirty little mouth. Perhaps I should fuck it."

I nod, squirming out of his hold until it's my turn to be on my knees.

Bash stands up, his form a giant shadow looming over me while he pops the top button of his dark slacks.

"Do you want to taste me like I tasted you?"

All I can do is whimper as Bash pulls out his massive cock.

He smacks the tip lightly against my lips, and I part them but he pulls back.

"Answer me, deoring."

My poor brain scrambles to remember the question.

"Um…yes?"

"Yes, what, Wyn?"

"Yes to whatever you asked?"

Bash chuckles, the sound husky and rich, enveloping me in its dark embrace.

"Such a good girl but such a naughty one, too. We're going to have fun. Now, I asked if you wanted to taste me—are you going to swallow every drop of my cum like I did yours?"

My head bobs up and down fervently as I agree, but Bash's frown reminds me that he wants a verbal answer.

"Yes. Sir."

I tack on the last part for good measure, and from the way his pink gaze flares, I know he likes it.

"That's what I want to hear. And have you ever tasted Boggart cum?"

"Erm, no. I've only ever been with humans."

"Then you're in for a treat. Open, deoring."

I have no time to ponder his words before he's thrusting his cock against my lips.

His cock is the largest I've ever seen, and I tremble at the thought of him in me.

A part of me pouts at not being able to explore him like I wish, but I take him into my mouth.

I'll study him later.

The insanity that I think there will even be a later demonstrates how far gone I am in the moment.

Bash gently surges forward, filling my mouth until my eyes water.

He watches me like a hawk, and at the first sign of my discomfort, pulls back.

I glare at the infuriating man—doesn't he know I want him to face fuck me?

"What are you thinking? I don't read minds. For this to work, we're going to have to communicate."

"I don't want you to be gentle."

"Not chance. I'm twice your size, deoring. Do you know how easily I could hurt you?"

"Please, Bash, you wouldn't hurt a fly."

"True, but when Boggarts become passionate…we tend to revert back to primal nature."

A shudder dances down my spine as I imagine him wild and lost to his own desires.

"Please—I trust you."

Something feral enters his gaze as he pushes back into my mouth.

To my surprise, he fucks me harder and faster, nearly gagging me with his thick length.

And I love every second of it.

His cock is so smooth, the texture like nothing I've ever felt before.

Not the satiny feel like human flesh, but something more slippery and viscous.

Bash groans, swelling in my mouth as he comes unexpectedly.

A flood of cum fills me as an electric ping sizzles over my tongue.

It doesn't hurt me, but rather, all the hair on my body stands on end as I swallow him down.

My taste buds tingle, even after Bash is finished.

"What was that?" I pant while my boss closes his eyes and growls in satisfaction.

"Boggart cum carries a current."

"No kidding. That was phenomenal. I can't even describe it."

Bash nods, leaning down until his lips graze my ear.

"Now imagine that in your ass."

My strangled gasp echoes in the empty corridor of the stairs because I can imagine it.

And I want it more than I want my next breath.

The absurdity of that thought reminds me of who I am, where I am, and who I just mouth fucked.

"Shit, Bash, I mean Mr. Ettin, we should leave."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wyn, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just have to get home. My neighbor is watching Jake, and I didn't tell her I would be late."

Bash runs a hand through his bright, smoky hair.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I was hoping we could cuddle and talk, but we can do that later."

"Sure, later."

Never.

I plaster one of my patented fake smiles on my face and hurry away before either of us can do anything even more stupid.

Bash knows my secret, but that doesn't worry me.

What does is how much I enjoyed his touch, craved it, even.

The man is a menace to my peace of mind—a gorgeous, dangerous menace.

Who accepts me and made me come harder than anyone ever has, including myself.

My stomach twists because I know I could fall for someone like Bash Ettin.

And that can never happen, which means there's only one thing I can do.

Quit.