Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,11
a long almost howl the second my tongue connects with her clit, and my two fingers enter her wet and beautiful pussy.
“Ah, yes, Sir, yes, Sir.” Her pleas are heaven sent as my precious gem, the jewel I can never have, cries out for release.
I can’t tear myself away from her, from her taste, from what I can’t have for more than this one last time.
I push in another finger when her moans float through the room. She comes on my tongue, but I don’t back away. No, I lap her all up.
“I can’t be gentle, gem. I need you, and I need to fuck you out of my system. I hope you are ready.”
I line myself up with her, and as I promised, I push into her, but because I could prepare her, it’s easier, though she’s still so tight, and, fuck, do I love having access to every little bit of her.
“My precious gem. I fucking love fucking you.”
“Sir, I love you inside me, yes, Sir.”
And when her words hit me, I do the first thing I’ve ever done with another woman, and that’s to stare in her eyes without looking away.
When I come, she follows suit, and all I want to do is hold her and never let her go. And when this emotion comes over me, I keep my outer shell intact, though on the inside, I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t allow women, especially little girls, to get to me like this, and I know what I need to do.
But it’s not what this is. This has been my goodbye to her. I roll off her, pulling up my pants and walk away toward the door. And because I want to remember this moment, as painful as it is, I look back at her as understanding dawns and she realizes what this is. It’s not the beginning; it’s the end.
A tear falls from those emerald eyes, and I’m mesmerized by it. But I’ve hurt her, and that’s further reason I don’t deserve this sweet gem in front of me. This is what it boils down to—I don’t deserve her.
“Jewel, my precious gem, I want you to be happy, and, fuck, I won’t like seeing it, but if this man is who you can see a future with, then take a chance on him because I can’t give you what you need.”
Her body remains in the seat where I left her. I want to grab for her tender wrist as she wipes at more tears streaming down her face. She won’t leave. She’s too good of a sub to leave without my permission.
“Jewel, you can go now.” She pushes to her feet, finding the parts of her outfit I’d thrown throughout my office while pulling up her jeans. After she’s dressed, she passes near me.
This time, I grasp her hand. “Look at me, please, before you leave.” She’s close to me when those big eyes of hers reach mine. “I wish you the best of luck, my precious gem.”
She gives me the slightest of nods, then leaves without a backward glance.
Jay’s name pops up on my cell phone, and I see it’s a couple of minutes before one.
Jay: Will we be expecting Ms. Atkins?
Why is this so fucking hard? I barely know her. I took her virginity, and now I can’t get her out of my mind. Why do I care? I begin to type the message, and my fingers are hitting every other key, then the right ones. Is this a sign? Hell, no. I don’t care for anyone but my best friends and family in my life. Women are not something I need to worry about—I can have my fantasies whenever I want.
Me: Yes, Ms. Atkins should be on her way to the meeting. If she’s late, please don’t let Mr. Danner hold it against her. It’s my fault. But she can continue with Mr. Danner if she chooses to.
Should I punish myself by sitting at my desk and turning on the security cameras to watch Jewel and Drake Danner? I know what I should do, and I almost leave my office to ensure I do the right thing. But when the fuck have I ever done the right thing, besides letting her go? I twist my body around, sulking to my desk. And because I can’t let this little girl get to me, I sit watching her as the reminder of how the last woman I let into my heart was my