Page 64 of Untouchable

Of any encounter. Of anything in her life.

And yet here she was, submitting to him completely. With everything except her mind.

“Okay, when I tell you to come, you’re going to do so, but you’re still not to move. I still have you bound. Do you understand?”

She whimpered out her affirmation, her skin from her face to her belly flushed dark red from effort and pleasure.

“Come now then.”

She came all around his fingers, as if he’d pulled a switch in her body. She bit her lip around the sobbing sounds of pleasure and made herself stay completely still, even as the spasms ofsensation filled her, overwhelmed her, lingered. Filled her with shame as much as pleasure.

“Excellent. Now I want to see your face as I fuck you, so I’m going to turn you over. But you’re still bound. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she rasped, filled with warm, embarrassed repletion and yet her body still somehow wanting more.

He unclenched her fingers from where she was grabbing the edge of the desk, and he turned her over onto her back so she was sprawled out on the top of his desk.

His face was flushed too as he stared down at her possessively, like he wanted to swallow her whole.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Blossom,” he muttered, something deeper and hotter than lust in his expression, something she was too afraid to identify. “I’m releasing you now.”

She didn’t think that had been his original plan, but she was so relieved she didn’t think it through. She felt like she’d been rewarded when he gathered her up into his arms, propped her on the edge of the desk, and kissed her urgently.

They fumbled with his pants and then fumbled with the condom and then fumbled to get him in position—until he was finally moving aside her panties and sliding himself home inside her.

She was clinging to him desperately, her legs wrapped tightly around him, as he fucked her fast and hard, huffing out soft grunts as he let himself go.

And there was no way she could stop herself from loving how he felt in her arms, in her body—hard and substantial and warm and real and human. If he lasted long enough, she was going to come again. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself.

She tried. She really did. But her body was too primed from the foreplay, and the friction of his cock moving inside her pushed her over the edge.

She sobbed again as she came for real—pleasure and grief, surrender and shame.

As she was coming down, her pussy gripping him tight, Caleb’s body shuddered through his own release.

He was gasping out words as the tension in his body began to soften, but she couldn’t understand what they were.

She was gasping out something too, but she couldn’t understand that either.

Finally she was limp against him, still held in his arms. And it came back to her that she’d come into his office for a reason.

If she didn’t accomplish what she’d come here to do, then she might as well give up on the whole thing.

So, despite the hot chaos of feeling and satisfaction in her mind, she made it work enough to say in a slightly teasing tone, “I guess the lesson is over. Although I’m not exactly sure what it was supposed to prove to me.”

She felt him twitch, just slightly, as if he had woken up from some sort of dream. And he felt far more like himself when he pulled out of her, straightened up, and rearranged her back on the desk.

“The lesson isn’t over yet,” he said, as he took care of the condom. “I’m binding you again. You’re not to move yet.”

“Okay.” Her thighs and arms were sore from holding the earlier position for so long, so she was glad she was on her back this time, although her legs were dangling uncomfortably and her pussy was sore and still wet. But she was in the perfect position to see the computer screen and keyboard right here.

“I’m going to work some more, but I’ll get back to you later. I don’t want to see you moving.”

He was reestablishing his power in their little game. She understood it with crystal clarity. He felt like he’d lost something in their interplay just now, and he was taking it back.

In some ways, they really weren’t all that different.

She was getting her power back too. Just in an entirely different way.