Chapter 43

43

June

I nod slowly.

"You sure?" He bends over and peers into my eyes. "Do you want me to prep you further?"

"And make me come again?" It feels so intimate to do that. Makes me feel so very vulnerable. But also, I feel impatient. This entire experience has been so surprising. Who knew that part of me would be so sensitive?

"It's called the A-spot," he offers, almost as if he's reading my mind. Or perhaps, he sees the expression on my face and interprets it correctly?

"I promise you, it's going to feel good. And you're going to come so hard. You're going to love it."

I believe him because so far, he hasn't failed me. Also, I feel so, so turned on. And so limber. That orgasm definitely relaxed my muscles enough that I feel ready.

"Please, fuck me, I—" Even before the words are out of my mouth, he's pushed his big, thick cock inside my forbidden hole, and through the ring of muscle of my sphincter.

Pain pinches up my spine. I gasp, or try to, but nothing emerges from my mouth. Panic coils in my hind brain. I still seek the pain he can bestow on me, but... Oh my god, this is like nothing I've ever felt before. My master was right when he said he knew what my pain threshold was better than I do. Oh god. Oh god. Nothing prepared me for his intrusion.

He must see the shock in my eyes, for he cups my cheek. "Shh, baby, it will pass, I promise."

He kisses my mouth so tenderly, so softly, a sweetness I would have never suspected he harbored within him. The kind that seeps into my blood, calms my nerves, and coats my brain cells with a thick syrup of yearning. By the time he raises his head, I'm drugged with need. The burn where he penetrated me has eased up, to be replaced by a surge of pleasure that knifes through my insides. I moan, and he half smiles.

He kisses me again. This time, as he stabs his tongue into my mouth, he propels forward.

Suddenly, he's fully seated inside me. And it's uncomfortable, and huge, and yet it also feels right. He's filling me up in a completely unique way and it's... overwhelming. Sensations gather at the base of my spine. My heart knocks against my ribcage.

He stares into my eyes, twines his fingers through mine, and twists my arm up and over my head. He stays embedded in me, allowing me to adjust to his size. He leans enough of his weight on me that I'm not able to move, and yet, he's not too heavy so I know he's holding back. Sweat beads his forehead. The muscles in his jaw flex. It's only that, and the intensity of his gaze, that tells me he's not as calm as he seems.

I bring my free hand down between us and circle where he's seated in me. Instantly, his eyes flash. His lips part. And when the pulse at his temples kicks up, an answering beat thrums in my chest. Still holding my gaze, he pulls out, then thrusts inside me with enough force that the entire conference room table creaks.

"Oh!" I part my lips.

"Oh, indeed." He repeats the motion, and the table groans again. This time, he hits that spot deep inside me and I cry out. I squeeze down on his fingers and rub at the space where we're joined.

"Jesus, baby. You're going to send me over the edge. "

"Good," I whisper. This pleases me so much. My heart seems to grow and fill my chest. I'm so happy. I feel so fulfilled to know I'm giving him this much pleasure.

He stares into my eyes, and it's so intimate. I feel the same sense of awe in him, see the surprise that it could feel this good, feel the shock that we fit so well together. Then, he slams into me again and again. He puts his entire weight behind it as he picks up speed. Each time he rams into me, he brushes against that spot.

Sparks zoom out from the point of contact to my extremities. My toes curl. At some point, I locked my ankles behind his back, and I feel his muscles flex with each thrust. It's animalistic and primal, and so very filthy and hot. So, so, hot. I push my breasts up and into his wide chest. And even through the layers of clothes we're wearing, I feel his pecs, the ridges between them, the coiled tension in his muscles. His breathing grows harsher, and the scent of him deepens. When he tilts his hips and plunges into me again, the angle is so intense, I cry out. A shudder rolls up my body. And the climax rears its head. It's going to overwhelm me, and I clutch at his fingers.

I'm going to lose myself. I'm going to shatter into a million tiny pieces. I'm going to dissolve into a puddle. I'm going to— " Knox," I beg, "please. Please. Please."

"Don't look away," he warns, then pushes into me again. At the same time, he releases my hand and slides it between us. He pinches my clit, and I scream "Knox."

"Give it to me, baby. Come with me. Now."

The orgasm burns through me. It incinerates everything in its path. It's a forest fire consuming me. Burning brighter. Higher. Still higher. Until it rears its head toward the skies and bursts into a fountain of light.

I'm dimly aware of his hoarse cry as he pours his release into me. Then, a warm darkness blankets me. I float for a while, feeling weightless, replete, and so, so spent.

I sense him pulling out of me. Hear the jingle of a belt and realize he's putting himself to rights. I doze off for a few moments and wake up in his lap. Still holding me, he rises from the chair. "Where are you taking me?" My words come out slurred. My throat feels like I've been screaming. Maybe I was. I can't remember .

He gathers me closer to his chest. "Shh, let me take care of you." He's already gathered up my skirt and my stilettos. The man is resourceful. He heads to the door and shoulders it open. He steps through, and when it shuts behind us, I rouse.

"Someone will see us—" I begin, but he cuts me off.

"I switched off all of the cameras. I also messaged Mary to tell everyone to stop what they were doing and go home at once. There's no one on this floor.

When did he— Oh, I must have dozed off for longer than I realized. That must be when he also switched off the cameras. I know he controls them via an app on his phone.

Then, another thought strikes me. "But everybody will know what we did."

"Does that bother you?"

"Umm— It does," I say honestly. Which is stupid because he's my husband. We're married, but doing this in the office, and especially when I stayed back in the conference room with him… People must have been speculating. I sigh. "I suppose it's inevitable they'll talk about us anyway."

"If I hear anyone has been gossiping about you, I'll fire them."

"Don't do that," I start. "I mean, it's normal for people to talk about us."

"Anyone makes you feel bad, they're gone."

I take in that uncompromising jaw of his, his chin with a hint of a dip in the center, that full lower lip… Then, because I can't stop myself, I reach up and place my palm against his gorgeous throat.

He flicks a glance down at me. "You okay?"

I nod. "I…like it when you get possessive."

His lips quirk. "What else do you like?"

"I like making you feel good."

"And I like that you like making me feel good." His features soften. "What else?"

"The orgasms." I chuckle. "Definitely, the orgasms."

"You like anal, huh?"

I slap at his chest. "I didn't say that."

He shoots me a look that says, 'remember how you came earlier?'

"Okay, I don't mind anal," I say reluctantly .

"Seemed to me, you enjoyed your first time, especially since you couldn't stop screaming my name."

I flush a little. "No need to look so happy."

He smirks, then reaching his office, he shoulders the door open. He walks across the floor to the ensuite and steps inside. He places my feet on the floor in front of the sink and places my skirt on the counter. He picks up a washcloth and wets it, then presses it between my legs, angled toward my sore backside.

"Oh, that feels good."

He urges me onto the counter next to the sink; then coaxes me to pick up my legs and place my heels at the edge of the counter. I don't feel self-conscious in exposing myself. Especially not when he flicks the washcloth into a bin, then reaches into a drawer and pulls out a tube of ointment. He proceeds to apply it around my slit and around my forbidden hole.

This time, I do feel embarrassed. "I can do it." I reach for the tube of ointment, but he brushes aside my hand.

He continues to smear the cooling ointment around my orifices, then caps it and drops it back in the drawer. He washes and dries his hands then turns to me. "How do you feel?"

"Good," I say with some bemusement. "A little tired, but good."

"Good." He bends and kisses my forehead, then pulls my panties from his pocket. I forgot about them, but my husband didn't. My heart melts a little more. If he'd left them behind on the conference room floor and someone else had found them, I'd have been so embarrassed. But he wouldn't let that happen.

He helps me down to the floor and goes down on one knee. I balance myself with one hand on his head and slide first one leg, then the other, into the underwear. He slides it up my thighs and smooths it over my hips. Then picks up the skirt and holds that out. I repeat the action, and he rises to his feet, tucking my blouse carefully inside the waistband of the skirt before pulling up the zipper. Then he slides the hook into place, once more smooths his palms over my cloth covered hips, and steps back. "All done."

"Thanks," I smile. "You're good at this."

"You sound surprised?"

I survey his features. "I guess, I am. I didn't expect you to be this…caring. "

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're mine, July. My wife. And I will always put your needs before mine. I will always take care of you. And when I push you out of your comfort zone, like I did earlier, I will make sure that I provide aftercare."

My heart turns to mush. I'm sure I have stars in my eyes. I love it when he talks with such possessiveness. I adore it when I am the recipient for his devotion. "I love you."