Free Cater to Me by Vanessa Devereaux Page B

by the large oval desk in the middle of the room.
    I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled the sides apart, glad I’d chosen to wear a lace bra and not the plain white one I usually wear with a white shirt. I peeled it off my shoulders and threw it on the floor.
    “Now the bra, remove it.”
    I reached behind my back, unclasped it, pulled it from my body, and let it fall on top of the blouse.
    “Walk over to me.”
    I did, fully aware he wasn’t taking his eyes off my breasts as I did so.
    “Sit on the desk.”
    I scooted up on it and let my feet dangle.
    I thought he’d touch my nipples, play with my breasts, but he didn’t do anything but stare at them. They pulled and ached, longing for his touch.
    Adam wheeled his chair closer to me. He placed his hand on my knee, inched it up under my skirt until it was on my thigh, and then edged it closer to my mound. He pushed the lace on my panties to one side and buried his finger in my pubic hair, pushing his finger down over my clit. I drew in my breath.
    “Sensitive little nub; that’s good, because it will make your punishment all the more severe.” He pushed his finger around through my folds one more time until he finally touched my clit. He circled it and I parted my legs some more. He flicked at it and then slid his finger inside me.
    “You like to climax?” he asked.
    “Who doesn’t?”
    He rubbed me, building up a friction I found almost overwhelming. I leaned back, thinking he was going to take me all the way, but when I began whimpering for more, he stopped and moved away. “Stand up and take your skirt and panties off.”
    I wanted to slap him for not bringing me to climax but did as he said, first unzipping my skirt and letting it drop to the floor, then pulling the lace panties over my hips and down my legs. I stepped out of them. I was about to kick off my black pumps when he stopped me.
    “I like a nude woman wearing heels,” he said. “Now lie flat on the table, and expect some more punishment.”
    I turned around, climbed on the table, and lay flat on it. He walked over to me and took off his tie. At first I thought he’d bind my hands or legs, but instead he blindfolded me with it. I listened with anticipation as he slowly—painfully slowly—pulled down the zipper on his pants. I licked my lips like I was waiting to lick my favorite flavor of ice cream. Finally there was silence. I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.
    He took me by surprise when he kissed me and then took hold of my hand, pushing it inside his now-open pants.
    I felt his cock. It was huge, hot, and slick with pre-cum. By pure instinct I spread my legs, thinking he was about to fuck me on the table, but instead he laughed and pulled my hand out of his boxers.
    “Just think, if you hadn’t been a bad businesswoman you’d be getting fucked right now, but you have to wait, and I have to tease you.”
    Although I was blindfolded, I could tell that he’d walked away because I’d heard footsteps on the wooden floor, but then I sensed he was back by the table and he’d placed something beside me.
    I drew in my breath as something cold was applied to my left breast. I got a whiff of something and knew by the familiar butter-cream scent that it was some frosting from the stork cake.
    Adam massaged it into my nipple, then moved his attention to my right breast and placed more icing onto it. He slathered icing down my belly, over my hips, and down each thigh. I felt sticky, but not quite as damp as the area between my legs, as he spread me open on the desk. He massaged the icing around my folds and then pressed a dollop of it up inside me.
    “You know, on the cake it looks garish, but on you—well, it’s so becoming. But now, I’d like to give you my opinion on its taste.”
    I sensed he’d gotten onto the table beside me. He began at my neck and kissed the hollow between my collarbones, then licked his way down my chest until his mouth surrounded my right nipple. He