Page 16 of The Good Girl

Chapter 8

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I got up from the bed on shaky legs and worked the kinks out of my limbs. Now I understood the significance of the beads. Oh no, I can’t walk around like this all day. The sweet pain between my thighs only intensified with each step I took. Every movement sent shockwaves through my system. It was diabolical even for him to do this to me.

I took a hot shower and tried to ease the ache between my thighs but it was no use. I needed him. Damn him.

He hadn’t said anything about work and with everything being so confusing I thought it best to go in until I had a better handle on things. How would he be? Would he even be there? Everything came rushing back to me from the day before.

All the questions and fears that had taken a backseat the night before were once again front and center. I drove to the office with my stomach in knots. My body was like a tightly wound string ready to pop at any moment. Even the brush of the soft cotton crotch of my underwear against me was torture.

I walked gingerly from the car to the building hoping no one stopped me to talk. I was in no condition to carry on a conversation. Luckily, I didn’t run into anyone and I hurried to the empty lift and got on.

He was here. I heard his voice coming from the office where he’d left the door open. My nipples got harder and that place between my thighs wept. I squeezed my legs together but that only made it worse.

His new skank was nowhere in sight and I was too chicken to peep my head around the door to see if she was in there with him. I made as little noise as I possible could as I walked into the room.

I reached my desk just as he came to the door and looked out at me. I couldn’t quite read the look he sent my way, it was more like a glare of disapproval. I looked away and turned on my computer, waiting for what came next. Nothing. He just turned and walked back into his office closing the door behind him.

There was more than enough work waiting for me on my desk that I didn’t need to go to him. I dove right in and hated myself for the fact that I had a much easier day than yesterday all because he was here, close.

I lost track of time and was jolted back to the present when he buzzed me into his office. A quick look at my watch and the grumbling of my stomach told me it was a little after lunch.

I walked into his office where he was sitting behind his desk still looking pissed. “Yes sir.”

“Come.” I walked around the desk and sat when he patted his lap. “Open your blouse.”

My fingers shook as I did as he asked. When the silk fell back exposing the white lace of my bra, I felt his hand on my leg. It felt hot through the silk of the thigh highs he insisted I wear to work, until it landed on the bare flesh of my upper thigh.

I held my breath waiting for the feel of his fingers. Yes, now he will give me the sweet release that I need. I jumped when he tore my underwear and threw it to the carpeted floor. “Go close the door.” He bit my ear after whispering the order to me. I stood and walked across the room, those damn balls rolling around inside of me.

Once the door was closed and locked I went back to him and got back in place on his lap. He pushed my bra aside and cupped my breasts, which were still tender. “Feed them to me.” I leaned back and pushed my chest forward for his waiting mouth.

I closed my eyes but opened them again just as quickly. His fingers made their way to my quivering flesh and went inside. He played with the balls inside me heightening my sexual hunger. I wanted so badly to move but knew I dare not without his permission.

“You got off lucky this time Thalia. Next time will be much harder on you.” I didn’t care what he said as long as he kept those fingers moving, which he did while biting into the plump flesh of my nipple.

Right there, oh yes…son of a…He stopped just stopped. I looked at his face and read the truth there. My punishment was not at an end. “Stand up.” I got to my feet my eyes glued to his hands that were now releasing his hard cock from the confinement of his pants.

“Sit.” He helped me straddle his legs and pulled me down onto his beautiful cock, the only thing that could give me pleasurable relief. He pulled me on and off with his mouth latched onto my nipple and the sensations were beyond imagination. His cock hit the beads inside me, pushing them around and hitting all the right spots. I’ve never flowed this hard or this much.

He dug his hands into my ass and pushed himself deeper inside me and I was so close. I was there again, his teeth and tongue played havoc with my nerves as he worked my nipple in his mouth and the sweet pounding between my thighs was finally going to give me what I wanted.

Suddenly I was lifted off his lap and he was pushing me down to my knees. His fisted hand in my hair led my head just where he needed it, and before I knew it he was in my mouth. I wanted to reach down between my thighs and finish myself off, but as if reading my mind, he grabbed my hands, holding them together behind my back as he fucked in and out of my throat.

Tears of anger and frustration ran down my cheeks as my mouth moved on him like a starving dog. He gave one last shove before pulling back onto my tongue and exploded.

“Swallow it.” I did, all of it. Giving him release while my own body was on fire with need and unfulfilled passion. I got up from the floor and fixed my clothes. Shame made my movements jumpy and uncoordinated as I turned to leave.

“I did not say you could leave.” I stopped short just within reach of the door and escape. What the hell else did he have in mind, Chinese water torture? Nothing could feel as bad as this. To have your own body used against you, to have no control over your own responses. I should hate him, but if he took me across his desk right now and put out this flame I’d forgive him anything.

I looked back at him and waited for what the sadistic bastard had in store for me next. He didn’t say anything, just fixed himself back into his clothes and got to his feet. “It’s time for lunch let’s go.”

Oh you can’t be serious. Of course I followed where he led. We ended up at a very nice out of the way restaurant that was one of the few we frequented since there was no danger of anyone we knew running into us here.

“How are you?” Excuse me? Was he talking to me? “I’m fine I guess.” I pushed the food around on my plate more miserable than I’d ever been.

“Don’t lie to me. Something’s been bothering you for the last couple of days. Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” I lifted my head and met his stare. “Now you want to talk?” Oh shit, where did that come from? He was as surprised by my outburst as I was.