Forbidden Fix (Executive Toy Book 6) Page 3

  He sinks into the massive chair and extracts a laptop from one of the drawers. He opens it, then turns his attention back to the folder.

  I take advantage of his distraction to move a few steps further into the room. I pretend to be interested in the books, but I sneak a glance at the photo on the desk.

  The side of the photo should be visible, but the light reflecting off the glass makes it impossible for me to see anything. Maybe that’s an elbow?

  Lifting his head, Romeo drops the folder, and I lurch back.

  For a long moment he stares off, and I don’t know if he’s looking at the bookcase in front of the desk or if he’s lost in thought.

  “On your knees,” he says finally, and he’s already loosening his belt.

  Thank goodness. I’m kneeling in an instant, my mouth watering for him.

  “Turn around,” he says as he pulls off his dark tie, and I do an awkward shuffling until I’m in position. “Hands behind your back.”

  When I comply, he catches my wrists and holds them together. His tie slides around my arms. At first it’s a silky caress, but with one abrupt jerk, it tightens, noose-like, and I have no wiggle room.

  He comes around in front of me, his large hand stroking his erection. My heart nearly explodes, it’s going so fast.

  Romeo’s cock is a force of nature. It’s big… abnormally so. Apparently, it’s caused him problems. Most women can’t handle something his size.

  Hell, I can barely handle it.

  I can take him in my pussy, but it’s not easy. He fucked me in the ass, but just once. Good thing that merely looking at him whips me into a frenzy of desire.

  As for getting him all the way down my throat? I haven’t done it while he was hard.

  Yet. But I will. Some day.

  The material of his pants doesn’t hide how powerfully muscular his legs are. I wish I could touch him.

  He directs the swollen head to my lips. Heat radiates from his body.

  I moan.

  “Hungry for me?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll see you get your fill.” He drags the head of his cock across my lips.

  My mouth opens eagerly for him.

  I trust Romeo, even if he’s terrifyingly large and prone to scary moments of dominance—it damned sure wasn’t my idea for him to shove his gigantic cock up my back door.

  Yet he’s always been careful, always been aware of what kind of damage he could inflict.

  In a way, it’s a tragedy. Romeo is masculinity defined, yet he can’t even use his cock the way lesser men do—simply because he’s too big. It makes me regret the time I pointed out his size; back then, I didn’t appreciate how much of a liability it was or that it contributed to the downfall of at least one romantic relationship.

  I look up at him. To my surprise, his face is rigid, cold.

  He’s been like this before. It means he’s in a dominant and sadistic mood.

  It means I need to watch myself, to behave. Though I only ever challenge Hawthorne. Never Romeo or Slade, because they’re reasonable human beings.

  “Stick out your tongue,” he says, and when I do, he taps the broad underside of his cock on it, then shoves the plump head into my mouth.

  It’s so big that it fills most of the space.

  The tip of my tongue caresses the top fifth of his pole, but it’s not easy. He does, however, taste so very good. It’s like there’s something in his pre-come that reinforces his status as a dominant, alpha male. As a woman, I can’t help but respond to him, to his masculine musk, to his size and the strength of his muscles.

  “Suck,” he says, and he drops a hand onto the top of my head to urge me deeper onto his thick length.

  Then, deeper still.

  Half of his long shaft is in place, but I can’t breathe. I know he won’t just shove all the way down, but it’s still scary.

  With little pushes, he sets the rhythm he wants. “More suction.”

  I do my best, but after a few minutes, my jaw aches. Servicing Romeo is never easy, and I have a feeling that today is going to be the most challenging so far.

  And it is.

  What starts off as fun soon becomes agonizing.

  My knees ache, my jaw feels like it might fall off, and it’s not easy to keep my mouth wet for him.

  Just when I think I can’t take more, Romeo eases himself out of my mouth.

  He steps back, and I get a good view of the thick cock thrusting from his pants.

  The shaft is hard and swollen, but the head is so red from the rubbing and sucking, it looks like it doesn’t belong to the same person.

  “Your training today is going to be relatively straightforward,” Romeo says.

  He picks me up, turns me, and sets me back down on my knees so that I’m facing the desk and chair. He does it as easily as if I were a paper doll.

  Sitting in his chair, he leans back to contemplate me. “I’m horny,” he says. “I don’t often get like this, but when I do…” He shrugs.

  Even though I know I’m not supposed to talk, I blurt out, “What happens?”

  One of his eyebrows climbs. Then his handsome face turns impassive, and it’s far more alarming than if he were angry.

  He takes the end of his loosened belt and slowly, inch by inch, pulls it from the belt loops. The sound reminds me of a predator slithering through dry grass, stalking innocent prey.

  I lick my lips.

  My bosses spank me with the belt… not all the time, but often enough. It’s one of Hawthorne’s favorite things to do. And while a big part of me gets off on them doing it, there’s another part of me that dreads it.

  “Come here,” he says, and he leans forward, anticipation in his eyes.

  I shuffle forward on my knees.

  Romeo drapes the belt around my neck. The strap is warm and smooth as it glides over my skin.

  “Keep your safe word on the tip of your tongue,” he says. “Or, rather, the tips of your fingers, because your mouth will be occupied. Snap your fingers if my cock becomes too much.”

  I gulp, and a sadistic smile spreads across my boss’s face as he leans forward.

  The ringing of the phone makes him freeze, his hand in midair. I can smell the scent of his soap, incongruously soft.

  His fingers brush my cheek, then he pulls back to answer his phone, leaving me to imagine what he’ll do when he hangs up.

  Chapter 5

  For ten minutes, Romeo seems to forget I’m there.

  My mind wanders. To my sister. To my grandfather.

  I realize I’ll have to find a way to fix the problems, but I don’t feel distressed. I’m calm. It’s Romeo’s influence. When he demands control, I know that for a short time at least, everything will be ok.

  Finally he hangs up, puts his phone on silent and tosses it on the desk, where it skids until it bumps into the laptop.

  He turns and leans forward, his forearms on his knees, to contemplate me.

  Having the undivided attention of someone like Romeo is better than the adoration of a hundred other men. He makes me feel beautiful, and sexy, and important, and… worthy.

  It’s also nerve-wracking, and the longer he stares, the more anxious I become.

  If he were Hawthorne, I would have said ten sarcastic things by now. If he were Slade, I would have pleaded for sex, to suck him. But he’s Romeo, and so I must wait.

  I know better than to squirm, so I content myself with curling and uncurling my toes, which he can’t see because my feet are tucked behind me.

  “Have you ever been tied up and used as a sex object?” he asks.

  “I guess not,” I say, because he knows what he’s done with me. Though I can’t imagine that none of that counted.

  He flashes a gorgeous grin, light in his eyes. “I’ve confused you,” he says.

  He slides off his chair and into a low crouch. His face is inches from mine, and he tilts my chin up.

  I know to wait for his k
iss. It’s not easy. We share the same air, and I try to take comfort from the scent and warmth of him.

  When he does claim my mouth, it’s so much sweeter for the anticipation.

  Romeo’s lips are soft. He kisses me gently. It’s not what I’m expecting. A moan of desire escapes my throat, and I feel a trickle of moisture seeping down my naked thighs.

  He makes a little grunt as he stands.

  I’m eye level with his thick, bobbing cock, and I contemplate the beauty of the engorged shaft, the pulsing blue veins, the shiny and swollen head with a dewy bead glistening at the tip.

  I want to tell him, just once, how perfect he is, but I don’t dare, and it’s not fear of punishment that quiets my tongue; it’s fear of rejection.

  My gaze drops to focus on the desk’s leg, which is a massive lion’s paw around a ball.

  “I’m going to use you,” Romeo says. “My concern won’t be your orgasm or your pleasure. I won’t get you off to help you endure what will come. There will be times when you’ll think—” He breaks off, then helps me to my feet. “Better to show you.”

  I wonder if he’s intentionally trying to psych me out. If so, it’s working.

  My legs are weak, and I’m unbalanced with my hands tied, but Romeo’s grip keeps me upright.

  He pushes me toward the window.

  With an abrupt gesture, he yanks back the drapes. Sunlight floods the room, and I blink as my eyes adjust.

  The belt is hanging around my neck like a scarf. Romeo reverses it so that the strap is across my throat and the ends dangle down my back. The metal buckle tickles my fingers.

  He pushes me up against the window, and my breasts flatten on the warm glass. I think I’m lucky it’s just his enormous back yard, some grass, some trees, some landscaped bushes and flowers.

  “Don’t move,” he says.

  There’s a soft scraping sound, then his footsteps fade away.

  “Romeo?”

  But he doesn’t answer.

  Oh, I’m tempted to turn around, to take a look at the photo. But he told me to stay still, and that’s what I do.

  Without changing the position of my head, I lift my gaze to the sky. There are a few fluffy white clouds, but mostly the sky is blue.

  A blur of movement jerks my eyes back to the bushes. I almost pull away from the glass, but a moment later, I’m glad I didn’t.

  Romeo, who has removed his jacket and shirt, walks through the grass. He’s got his phone in his right hand.

  How can anyone’s shoulders be so broad? The definition in his chest, his arms, his abs…

  Goddamn, his body is absolutely perfect.

  He stops in front of me, but about twenty-five feet out from the window. His head tilts slightly as he stares at me. Then he walks forward. Even his walk is sexy as hell. Seeing him without his shirt on always gets me hot, and this time it’s even better because I can appreciate how his muscles ripple as he moves.

  As his arm comes up, I realize what he’s doing. I smile, and I wish my face weren’t smushed up against the glass; it won’t be a flattering photo.

  Finally he lowers his arm and walks off.

  Now I could turn around and look at the photo. He wouldn’t know.

  But I don’t, because those are the rules. I snort a little. When did I start following the rules?

  Romeo returns, and I swear I can smell the sun on his skin. “You look so sexy,” he says. “Take a look.”

  I twist a little until I can see the phone.

  The snapshot is sexy. The belt looks like a collar around my neck, and my hair has gotten messy—it must have happened when I was sucking him. My breasts and face are a little squashed.

  It’s not attractive, but it’s real, and that makes it hot.

  “You don’t need pushup bras or booty shapers or girdles,” he says. “You’re perfect the way you are.”

  “Aw,” I say, because I’m speechless. I knew he was attracted to me, but he thinks I’m perfect?

  “I’ll delete it,” he says.

  “No. Please… don’t.” I like the idea of him keeping it, looking at it when he’s alone. “You can share it with the others if you want,” I add shyly.

  He laughs low in his throat. “Maybe I will. And thank you.” He slides my feet together, and I’m disappointed because I thought he was going to fuck me.

  Then his erection squeezes between my thighs. My flesh feels, to me, soft and pliable, and I tense my muscles.

  Romeo smacks my ass. “Stop that,” he says. “It feels too much like you’re resisting me, and I don’t like it.”

  “Oh,” I murmur. I think he can’t possibly intend to mount me like this.

  His cock comes to rest just below my pussy, and he holds it there.

  While I wait, I realize that if I drop my chin a few inches and look back, I should be able to see the photo on his desk.

  But do I dare? He’ll know… He’ll see what I’m looking at.

  He adjusts the belt around my neck, sliding one end through the buckle. He pulls it tight, and the metal frame digs into my throat.

  To escape the discomfort, I lean back toward him, my head and shoulders coming away from the glass. It must be what he wants—he eases up the tension.

  My entire body trembles. I don’t know what’s coming.

  His arm thrusts under my hips to pull my lower body out toward him. My back hollows as my pelvis tilts, giving him access to my pussy.

  He tugs on the belt, and I arch even more.

  “Good,” he says.

  He releases the belt, though it doesn’t get any looser around my neck.

  An instant later, the end of the strap slaps across my left buttock.

  I gasp in surprise. My body shakes all over.

  He slides his cock deep into my pussy with one brutal, possessive thrust.

  “Oh, god,” I moan as violent spasms wrack my body.

  “Coming already?” Romeo grunts.

  The belt strap hisses against my buttock, and I squeal.

  He releases the belt to palm both of my stinging cheeks. Under his hands, my rear feels small and delicate. He pushes his weight forward, forcing me against the window’s hard surface.

  “If you don’t push into me, the window might break,” he says. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but you’re going to have to meet my thrusts.”

  I know the glass won’t break. He just wants me to participate in the violent fucking that’s sure to follow. I groan.

  I sense him wrapping the end of the belt around his palms, like a leash he’s taking a better grip on. He pulls back. I’m not having trouble breathing, but it’s not comfortable… none of it.

  But the large male fucking me doesn’t care that I’m uncomfortable, that my back hurts, that my legs are quivering. My hands are tied behind my back, my legs are pushed together, and I’m naked under him.

  Vulnerable to his will.

  And he’s making me orgasm. It’s not his intention, but I can’t help it.

  He slams harder into me, and I cry out. My breath is turning the window under my cheek humid.

  Romeo’s fucking is determined and brutal. It hurts… The selfish way his shaft hammers deep is destroying my pussy.

  And I love every second of his possessive pounding.

  ~ ~ ~

  Just when I think I can’t bear another second, when I’m about to beg for mercy, Romeo pulls away from me.

  Wetness drenches the insides and backs of my thighs, and I assume he must have come, but then he leans over my back to kiss my neck, and I feel his erect shaft stab wetly into my hip.

  He unties my wrists, yanks the belt from around my neck, and turns me to face him.

  His face is flushed, and there’s a determined, hungry look in his dark eyes. His hands cover my breasts, and then… I don’t know exactly how he does it so quickly… He has my knees spread and he’s pushing into me.

  Gasping, I wrap my legs around his muscular waist. My feet are flexing, my body stiff.

/>   He’s so big. It’s too much, especially when I’m not distracted by my other bosses or by a constant flow of orgasms.

  I groan and tense up, trying to pull my legs in.

  He jerks my legs back into position, his movement so possessive that despite all the pain, a clenching shudder starts deep in my pussy.

  “That’s right,” he growls. “Damn, you feel good. Even though it’s not easy, you take all of me, don’t you?” He grunts as he thrusts, and my breasts bounce frantically.

  He turns around, taking me with him. Next thing I know, I’m on the desk, Romeo hunkered over me.

  Now there’s nothing to stop him from claiming every inch of my sex… and then a few inches that I simply don’t have. Yet he does it.

  The slapping of wet flesh is quickly drowned out by his grunts and growls. He’s so loud, and he doesn’t care.

  No one fucks like Romeo does.

  I can’t see anything… The world is obliterated by his enormous frame. Oh, he could so easily fuck me up, truly fuck me up.

  His cock is so stiff that I think he might split me in half.

  I know I’m not supposed to touch him, but I press my hands against his pecs. He’s so hard, and I moan in pleasure.

  Then he changes the angle, riding high on me, his thick shaft sliding near my clit with every thrust.

  I arch on the desk and moan his name.

  He pulls out of my pussy and yanks me toward him. He spins me so that my head is hanging over the edge of the desk, and his large cock comes at me. Upside down, he’s still huge.

  “Don’t hurt me,” I gasp.

  His laugh is a growl. “That’s not even close to your safe word.”

  Without bothering to warm me up again, he feeds me half of his shaft, then a little bit more. His cock is tangy and sweet from my pussy, and I love that he smells like me.

  Sure, the angle helps him claim more of my throat, but he’s too big. My lips are stretched wide around him, but that’s not the problem.

  If I suck all of him, I won’t be able to breathe.