Page 112 of The Wedding

Etta kissed her, nearly knocking her off her feet if it weren’t for both her and the belt keeping her upright. But her hands! They mauled Jamie, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts, clenching the firmness ofher thighs, and pushing between her legs as if they belonged there.

“I know you can help yourself,” Etta hissed in her ear. It made the blood quicken in Jamie’s veins, her body giving over to the heat beating down her inhibitions. They had sex in her office countless times, both before and after being more than boss and employee. Yet this was different. This was a side of Etta that Jamie rarely saw, and almost never in the office of a CEO. Etta was losing control. She never lost control, even when sex was involved.

Okay. Rarely.

“You get off on watching me come undone. Admit it.”

“No, Mistress.”

Etta shoved her against the desk, pulling up her skirt and forcing aside her lingerie.Am I even ready for her?It didn’t matter. Jamie would love it either way.

She was ready. That was all that mattered.

“It’s all you want,” Etta insisted, her voice that raspy tone Jamie only heard when they were deep in a scene like this. “You show yourself off so I will lose it.”

“All right!” Jamie didn’t know what was happening, but she would ride this wave. “I admit it. From the moment I first walked in this building and saw you, I only had my sights on becoming yours.”

“You succeeded, didn’t you?”

“Yes!”

This was a familiar position, although one Jamie hadn’t indulged in for so long. Her, pinned against her desk, skirt up and Etta gunning for her. Jamie cried out in blissful agony as Etta fucked her with two fingers that she couldn’t keep to herself, Jamie’s body only now catching up to how excited this scenario made her… how aroused she was by Etta’s incessant need for her.

Etta pushed her farther back, one hand holding her leg out while the other clasped over her mouth.I’m making too much noise.The office wassound-proofed, as thoroughly tested by herself and previous assistants, but Etta probably didn’t want to listen to her cries of pleasure as she drove into her. This wasn’t about her. This was about Etta and what she couldn’t control before their big business dinner. If Jamie knew anything about her Mistress, it was that she loved a good purge in the middle of the workday.

How does she take care of it now that I’m hardly ever here?Jamie liked to imagine her having a moment, thinking of no one but her fiancée while she touched herself.I love watching her touch herself.She thought this as she braced against Etta’s hand thrusting into her, hard.Just like she would do to herself if she could right now.Jamie had no idea what this felt like from Etta’s end. She could only imagine the immense relief finally getting to delve into a waiting cunt.Oh, shit, I’m thinking crass.That meant it was good. That meant what Etta was doing was working. The more Jamie’s mind slipped into forbidden words, the more she enjoyed their sex life.

“What about now?” Etta asked, her other hand dropping from Jamie’s mouth and pulling on her hair. Jamie moaned, taking those fingers so deep that she could hardly stand it. “Do you think you have control right now? Who is in control?”

“You are…”

“Who?”

“You are, Mistress!”

Her hand went back to Jamie’s mouth, muffling the words and other sounds spilling from it. Jamie’s fingers clutched the edge of her desk as the rest of her shook against it, one hard thrust after another careening into her. Here she was, on the receiving end of a CEO’s control, right here in the office where money was made every day.

Jamie realized she was one of the most special women in the world. Every time something like this happened, she was reminded of it.

Unfortunately, she didn’t have the chance to come. Etta wouldn’t allow that so early in the day. She had to cling to what pleasure she got rightnow, because it wasn’t about her pleasure. It was about Etta’s purge, and she got that when she buried her face in Jamie’s chest.

She knew that look on Etta’s face; that hallowed sound in her voice.She’s coming without being touched.When Etta was really in the mood and into the scene, she claimed to be able to feel a psychosomatic climax that was almost as good as the real thing. And why shouldn’t she get as riled up as Jamie, who also wasn’t allowed to feel the real thing?

Jamie was a walking shadow who knew not what she did to the women around her. Then there was Etta, who was so vulnerable that she fell right into Jamie’s trap. The only way they could balance each other out was through bouts of this depraved game.

Etta left a large kiss in her fiancée’s cleavage. Jamie closed her eyes and leaned back. Everything was a blur, as she was so hyped up on her unsated lust that she could barely concentrate on the world around her.There’s no way that she’ll let me…

Etta freed her from the diamond belt and slowly pulled away from her. “I should be over you already, but I still want you, even though I can’t physically do anything more right now.”

Imagine how I feel!

“Touch yourself for me. I want to see you come.”

Jamie’s eyes snapped open.Here? On her desk?

Yet there Etta was, not even bothering to fix her wrinkled clothes as she leaned back and observed Jamie as if she were a fine painting hanging up in a museum.

Why was she already humoring her?