Page 126 of Hate Me Like You Mean It

Tighter.

Tighter.

Hauling me right to the tip-top of the mountain.

Before he pulled away.

I whimpered, trying to breathe through the distress.

“You’ll bring me my coffee every morning from now on. You’ll hand it directly to me, then bend over my desk so I can do a morning inspection of your pussy. Don’t bother with underwear. You won’t need it.”

With that, he smacked my clit. It was gentle enough not to hurt, but firm enough to set off an explosion of fiery pleasure in my core. I gasped, fisting the duvet. He did it again before I could fully recover, using one hand to hold me open, ensuring I felt the full blunt force of my punishment.

I cried out, my toes curling.

“God, you’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?” he growled. “You’ve been fucking yourself on camera like a needy little whore, letting other men jerk off to you on my dime. I’m owed some compensation, don’t you think?”

My soul left my body with the next smack. One more. I just needed one more.

“How good are you at sucking cock, Miss Cloutier?” I shivered when I heard him unzip. “I have potential investors visiting next month, and I expect you to make them feel welcome. You’ll be on your hands and knees for a few days, and I need to make sure you can handle it.”

Damn it, he was going to win this game. I didn’t have the mental capacity to be creative when my brain was drenched in this much lust.

“How… many…” I managed, trying to at least stay engaged.

“Six. You’ll be attending every meeting, dinner, and presentation, either sucking cock under the table or being fucked on top of it. Though most of these men aren’t exactly known for their patience. You’ll more than likely be expected to multitask.”

I bit my tongue to hold back a moan. Obviously, I would never do that in real life, but the scenario was scratching a deeply buried itch I hadn’t realized was even there.

“Do you think you can handle it? Swallowing that much cum while men take turns fucking you?”

I released a long, shaky breath, frowning at him. “Jesus Christ, Dominic.”

He swallowed, looking a little out of it. “Fuck. Sorry. Too much?”

I shook my head. “Theoretically, very hot. But just… to be clear… I’m not actually into that.”

He licked his lips, caressing my inner thigh as he nodded. “I’d rather jump into shark infested waters than watch someone else touch you. Talking about it within the bounds of this game, though?”

“Very, very hot,” I agreed.

“Keep going?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Sit up,” he commanded, fumbling with his pants as he stood up. “Consider this your orientation. You’re going to show me exactly how good you are at sucking cock while I tell you what the rest of this year will look like.”

I sat up so quickly that a dark cloud of sparkling fuzz scraped over my head. I wet my lips, staring at his furious erection as he stroked it.

“Show me your tits.”

I yanked down the straps of my bralette, then pulled the flimsy thing right off.

A drop of precum rolled down his shaft as he groaned, and I leaned forward to lick it off.

“Good girl,” he purred with dark abandon. “I never want to see you let a drop of cum go to waste, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”