Chapter 26

Eventually Marqi decided to confront Dennis head on. She waited until close of business when he sat alone at his desk drinking brandy. Then she quietly slipped into the room wearing nothing but heels and a soft, satin bathrobe. She approached him slowly, the heels giving her the slightest wobble as she walked.

“Hi,” she said shyly, her eyelashes lowered seductively.

He appraised her, saying nothing as he drank. She stood at the edge of the desk, barely breathing, while she waited for him to do something. At last he drained his brandy glass and stood up. Tonight it was not raining. The only storm to remind her of the night they met was the one brewing in his eyes. She felt only mildly frightened; like the fear brought on by the thrilling tilt of the roller coaster. He smashed the brandy glass in the fireplace purely to be wastefully dramatic and took her in his arms. She kissed him with fully glossed lips, tasting brandy in his mouth.

He parted the robe she wore, revealing her creamy skin and raised an eyebrow at her. With a confident smirk he said, “So, you think you can buy me off with a little sexual favor?”

She shrugged, somewhat embarrassed and reached to draw the robe closed. He held her hand, then brought it to his lips. “You’re not wrong.”

The blush did not subside, but Marqi kissed him again, this time winding her arms around his neck so that she could press her nude form against him. Her fingers slid down his shoulder, coming to rest at his collarbone, then wandered to his necktie. She loosened it clumsily, but he didn’t seem to mind. He waited amusement while she slowly worked to free him of his clothes. One by one the pieces of his ensemble fell away, joined eventually by the satin robe she’d entered in.

He took her to the bearskin rug before the fireplace and laid her amid the shattered bits of brandy glass. She winced as a small shard wormed its way into her back.

“Do you like to be punished?” he murmured, stretching himself atop her like a conqueror.

She gave him no response other than to open her legs for him. Like the fireplace, the shattered glass was cold. It contrasted sharply with natural warmth of the rug as he drove her body down into it. She reached down between their bodies and felt his semi-erect cock. She touched him then, smoothing her fingers over his skin, coaxing his cock to fullness. He raised himself back onto his knees and scooted up closer to her face, offering his hard-on to her lips. She quickly accepted him into her mouth, licking his shaft slowly while his hands wound themselves through her long, dark hair. She watched his face from below, loving how his eyes closed when she sucked his cock fully into her mouth. He hissed softly, enjoying the teasing her mouth was giving him. He thrust a little further, forcing himself back in her throat, causing her eyes to tear. Marqi gasped around the fullness, trying not to gag. She pushed him away and he opened his eyes to look down on her. He lowered himself again, putting one hand on his cock to encourage it as his lips began playing with her nipples. He took turns at each one, licking the peaks and blowing across the wet skin almost cruelly, licking them with the raw hunger of a cat at a bowl of milk. He pumped his cock with his fist, thoroughly enjoying her pert tits in his mouth as his cock grew harder and harder in his hand. He abandoned his erection at last to feed his fingers to her cunt. He divided her thighs with his hand, working two fingers into her pussy. She sighed when he withdrew them, wet. He brought the tip of his cock to her pussy and pushed his way inside, causing her to moan. She felt wet and tight around the head of his cock, and he pressed his way further into her slick entrance. He reached down to squeeze her taut ass, running his hands over the smooth supple skin of her ass. He thrust into her pussy, his balls just grazing the fur of the rug sensually. Marqi raised her knees, opening her legs still wider to accommodate him as he began to thrust in earnest. With every stroke she moaned and writhed, crying out his name as her tits bounced beneath him. His mouth suckled them greedily, turning the peaks a raw red with every toothy lick. He didn’t care that he was driving glass into her skin, or into his. He only felt the intense pleasure of his balls being stroked by the fur while his cock was milked by her cunt. Her sweet, tight cunt was hot and wet all around him, his cock rock-hard as he drew back again and again, plunging into her melting, hot core. He pumped his dick into her over and over, pounding her flesh relentlessly with his, fucking her hard until at last, at last, his tight balls found their release, his dick stroked effortlessly in her wet pussy as he came, spurting white hot come into her cunt while she screamed and moaned, coming all over his dick while she shouted his name.

“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, fuck, Dennis! Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Dennis! Fuck me so fucking hard!” she begged and he obeyed, driving his cock into her, forcing her down into the bear skin rug until she finished coming. She panted and clutched at him, her slick skin sliding against his as he emptied the last of his come into her cunt.

“What a good little fuck,” he purred, petting her. He drew his sticky cock from her cunt and walked away. He paused, naked, at the doorway. “I’ll be back later to spank the hell out of you for being a bad girl. For now, you’re excused.”

Marqi lay on her back with her legs open and her pussy exposed. She couldn’t wait for him to come back.