Free At Mr. Cartwright's Command by Ingrid Ash Page A

guess that makes me the main course.
    “Well, you know the conditions,” I say to him, my eyes flickering down to his chest.  I scoot my chair away from the table and move to exit the room.  “When you're ready, I'll be in my room.”
    He stops me by the arm as I pass him. 
    “I don't think you understood me. I'm ready, right here, and right now.”
    My eyebrow arches.  “Right here? But Ronald--”
    “Ronald has left for the day, so have all the other servants.  It's just you and I.”
    I gulp, wonder if that's a good thing or a bad thing. He rises slowly from his chair, looming over me and backing me against the table. His eyes travel down my body.  “Remove your clothes,” he tells me.
    “You first,” I reply.
    His eyes narrow.  “That's not how this works.”
    I unzip my hoody, brushing it off my shoulders and letting if fall to the floor. Underneath that I'm wearing a button down, and I proceed to undo each button, slowly, keeping my eyes on his the entire time. His eye line disappears into my cleavage and I only get about half way when he grasps at my seams, basically tearing my shirt open.  Buttons pop and fly everywhere and I'm slightly sad to see it go.
    He lifts my hips, perching me on the edge of the table.  I put my hands against his chest, stopping him as he presses himself against me.
    “Should I do the honors?” I ask, sticking my finger inside the gaping hole between his buttons.
    “Fine,” he relents, and I quickly undo his shirt.  My hands travel up his toned abs and sexy pecs as he strips, letting his garment fall to the floor. His mouth crashes against mine, our lips entangling and our tongues wrestling as he cups his hand around my head to deepen the kiss.
    His hand travels down my side to my thigh – he grips it tightly, pulling it up and I respond by hooking my leg around his waist.  I feel the cold, hard wood beneath my back as he pushes me on to the table, his half naked body pinning me in place. His lips move down to my neck now, nuzzling and sucking at the delicate skin,  and I wrap my legs tightly around him.
    With both hands he roughly grabs my breasts through my bra with both hands, before snaking them around my back and removing it entirely.   His mouth  collides with my nipple and I moan as he sucks and tickles it with his tongue.  My hands tangle in his hair as he slides a hand in between my legs, rubbing my sweet spot through my underwear.  He doesn't have to do much to get me wet – he pushes my panties aside and slips a finger inside of me, my slick warmth inviting him in.
    My fingers explore his back as he fucks me with his fingers and assaults me with his mouth. My back arches and I feel my impending climax begin to rumble deep inside me.  He must notice this, because he pulls out of me and flashes a wicked smile. I watch him with heaving breasts as he pulls back and undoes his pants in that same slow, teasing pace that I did early.  Fuck my life.   I guess I deserve this.
    Finally his pants come down and he slides his underwear over his own ass, revealing his beautiful slick cock.   He fixes his eyes on me as he strokes it and positions it at my entrance, grazing an teasing me with the head of his cock.
    I groan and move my own hand down between my legs. 
    “No,” he growls, collecting both of my wrists in his hand and pinning them back behind my head.  He's heated an worked up now, and I like it.
    Holding me in place, he grabs his cock again and places it at my hole.  With one rough thrust he pushes into me.  I cry out as he relentless me fucks me, hard, into the table.  It might hurt if I weren't already so turned on, but my body receives every one of his hard thrusts.  I see that dark twinkle in his eye and he moves his hand to my neck, circling it with his strong fingers and keeping my body in place against the surface below us.  He fucks me faster and I know that he's testing me.  Pushing my limits.  I buck my hips against him to let