Free Dungeon Time (Play at Work) by Kate Richards Page B

hard time taking it all in. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and if it doesn’t work out, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
    “Why don’t we take it one step at a time. We know we like each other very much, right?” He waited while she bobbed her head. “Stop worrying about the future. You are everything I’ve ever dreamed. Beautiful, lush, with gorgeous breasts.” Edward flicked the back of her neck and Anna’s halter-top dropped to her waist. “Mmm, no, Brigid doesn’t have anything to compare to these.” He rubbed his thumb over her nipples.
    “Have you seen hers?”
    “Oh yes, at the club.”
    “Are they nice?”
    He chuckled. “Not like yours. Do you want to keep talking about her, or do you want to suck my cock?” Bending closer he kissed her, long, soft, and slow. He tasted of morning coffee and toothpaste, and his tongue was rough satin in her mouth, stroking until she forgot all her worries and doubts and clung to his waist. After a long, erotic moment, he released her lips and tangled his fingers in her hair. “Suck me.”
    S he wanted nothing more. “I’m not very good, Sir.”
    “I will be the judge of that.” Edward guided her lower until his dick bobbed hard and smooth in front of her mouth.
    She parted her lips and took a tentative lick. A droplet of salty pre-cum excited her, and she opened wider and took him in. With what she knew to be more enthusiasm than skill, she moved up and d own, swirling her tongue as she went. At his murmured encouragement, she renewed her efforts, taking him deeper with each down stroke until the broad head hit the back of her throat.
    Fighting her gag reflex, she rose and did it again, and again.
    “Who ever said you were poor at this, Anna?”
    She tried to lift her head and answer, but he tightened his grip on her hair and held her in place, rocking his hips and thrusting deep into her throat.
    “No, I don’t want his name. I’d only have to go kill him.” He groaned. “You’re a natural.”
    She smiled around his girth, so happy to please him she’d have laughed if her mouth wasn’t completely full. With no warning, he yanked her hair and pulled her off him.
    Her elation faded. “What did I do wrong? Sir?”
    Edward pulled her up beside him on the bed. “Not a thing. But I want to fuck you, to come in your sweet pussy.” He dragged her shorts and panties off, and she lay beside him. “Anna, I don’t suppose you’re on the pill?”
    She nodded. “I never went off it after…. Anyway, I’m on it.”
    “I get tested regularly. But if you want, I can get a condom.”
    “No.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “No, Sir.”
    He laughed. “I mean no condom? Or no, don’t fuck me without a condom?”
    “I trust you. Just get inside me before I die from wanting you.”
    Edward stroked her pussy. “So wet.” He rubbed from back to front. “What if I were to ask for your ass?” He tickled her clit, and her core clenched. “Would you allow me to take your anal virginity?” He scooped moisture up and rubbed it around her back entrance.
    “You could have it. You can have any part of me you want.” Everywhere he touched made her fly, and if it hurt, she wouldn’t care. “Make me yours.”
    Propped on one elbow, he bent and took a nipple in his mouth, laving and playing with it while his busy finger kept moving, working its way into her ass. Anal sex in novels sounded exciting, but a thread of trepidation wound through her mind.
    “You’re already mine, Anna. I claimed you yesterday, and I reclaim you today.”
    “ Do it. Will it hurt much?”
    “Yes, at first. But if it’s too bad, we’ll back off and try some training.”
    She fought to stay focused through the waves of pleasure drifting over her. “Butt training?” What did that entail?
    Edward chuckled. “Let’s see how we do. Trust me?” He bent and kissed her then pulled her up the bed to rest among the many pillows.
    “I trust you, Sir.”
    Edward moved to kneel