Free His Lady Godiva (Lovers and Other Strangers) by L.C. Giroux

built in her but this time she stumbled forward and he caught her, positioning her on his lap. He started nibbling on her neck with his teeth and lips.
    Violet felt like she was being consumed by fire. Her body was hot and there wasn't enough air. When she realized that he had unbuttoned her blouse to her waist she looked up at him with glazed eyes. Michael smiled wickedly and reached into her blouse. She moaned slightly, his hand was so warm playing with the sensitive flesh of her nipple. She melted into him. As the nipple came to a peak he grazed his fingernail over the tip and her breath caught in her throat. Then he pinched the nipple hard. She hissed in a breath, the pressure of his fingers, the rough bite of the lace of her bra sent a bolt of heat to her clit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. He reached under the lace, weighing her breast in his hand and bent forward soothing the tortured nipple with wet licks and kisses.
    "My kitten likes to be played with."
    "Yes..." It came out as a whisper.
    "Take your bra off but I want that silk shirt back on." She scrambled off his lap to do what he asked. Once it was done she stood with her back to his desk waiting for him to tell her what to do next. "I like you like this, eyes glazed, half dressed, like you've just been fucked or are about to. You like it when I don't treat you like a porcelain doll don't you, kitten. You like when I am taking what I want from you? Answer me."
    "Yes" her voice was stronger but she still sounded unsure of herself.
    "Good, because I really like testing your limits. I am going to make sure you are thinking about me all the time."
    "Michael, what about you?"
    "Kitten, you don't need to worry about me. Hop up on my desk." When she did he wheeled right in front of her. "Put your feet on either side of my chair." She did but kept her knees together. "Such a shy kitten." He kissed her knees and caressed the back of her thighs again till she was limp. Then he separated her legs and pushed his shoulders between them. "I am going to mark you so if any man gets close he knows you are mine.
    "Wha...Hey that hurts!" Michael gave her a dark hickey on the inside of her thigh about 2 inches below her pubic bone.
    "Sorry kitten, had to be done. But I know what would make you all better." He started with gentle strokes at the edges of her labia. Gradually the stroking became more directed till he had parted them and worked on the inside edges. It was maddening. He was building her to a crescendo but she was almost already there.
    "Michael, Please I need more!"
    "This is to please me, kitten. I want to stroke you, make you weep all that luscious sweet cream for me."
    Violet felt Michael stroke her harder with two fingers. He reached the fingers out and rubbed them on her lips. "Kitten, taste your cream." Her tongue darted out and licked at her lips. "So beautiful, so sexy." His voice was hoarse. He held his fingers up for her to lick and she sucked them into her mouth to the last knuckle. She dragged her tongue along the bottom of them as she pulled her head back. Letting him know she wanted more than his fingers in her mouth. "You're a greedy kitten, we'll have to teach you some manners. First, I want some of this sweet cream myself." He ducked his head between her thighs and when she felt his mouth on her she started to pant.
    "Oh, Michael! Please make me come."
    "Kitten of course I can make you, the question is will I let you? Maybe I should leave you just like this to punish you for flirting. But I am greedy too, I want feel you fly apart at my touch. I want to look at this desk and think of you spread out on it writhing in ecstasy. First I want to cover my face in your cream and let you lick me clean like a good kitten."
    Violet could only moan in response. Michael buried his face in her, painting his cheeks in her juices, rubbing his beard and mustache over her sensitized flesh. He reveled in her movement, the little gasps and noises she made. When she