her glasses, then laid her head on the table. At least now though he had stopped touching her and she could concentrate on her breathing, get her rampant senses under some sort of control. She reflected on the contract, re-running the main terms in her head. Assuming the rogue clauses could be re-drafted, she thought she might quite enjoy working with Tony. He had a sense of humour at least. Even if his approach to negotiations was highly suspect.
“This is a good attempt. You picked up on all but two issues which I would have expected you to query. So, whose work is this? Thea’s, or Mrs Richmond’s?”
She turned her head to look at him across the room. “It’s mine. You saw me do it. I don't understand what you mean.”
“This time yesterday I reckon you’d have had no trouble separating the two. Are we perhaps managing to blur the edges a little?”
“I… maybe. I suppose so. But only because you gave me no choice.”
“Of course you had a choice. You always do. You could have used your safe word. At one point I thought you might.”
“I wanted to please you.”
He glanced at her. “You have. You always do, Thea. You delight me.”
She was speechless, unsure whether to remain still or dance around the dining table. In view of the ginger still embedded in her arse she opted to stay where she was.
“Thank you, Sir. That means a lot to me.”
Tony stood and came back to stand beside her. He dropped the contract on the table. “I think this ginger has done its work now. Hold still.”
He had no need to ask twice. Thea held her breath while Tony drew the vile root from her rear hole, then straightened slowly.
“It’ll take a few minutes to stop throbbing but you’ll be fine soon. Pick up the contract and come here. You’ll need your glasses too.”
Thea followed him across the room to the sofa. He sat and gestured for her to clamber into his lap. She snuggled into his chest, wriggling in an attempt to gain the friction she needed with a growing desperation. Her bum might be less irritated now, on that point he was correct. But her clit felt to be on fire.
“You seem agitated, Thea. Are you alright?”
“I need to come, Sir. May I…?”
“You may. Would you like me to hold your glasses for you?”
Thea handed him the spectacles, then leaned back to rest her body against the leather-covered cushions, her legs still draped across his lap. She wriggled backwards to give herself more space, then spread her legs wide. Using the fingers of her left hand she parted the lips framing her clit, then she reached down with her right hand. She rubbed the swollen nub she had exposed, slowly at first, then gathering strength as her arousal spiked. She was conscious of his gaze, watching her pleasure herself. She relished it. Despite her desire to orgasm, she slowed her stroking to draw out this moment.
Tony said nothing. He leaned back against the sofa, his eyes darkening. Thea looked up at him, smiled, then arched her back. She let out a small cry as her climax overwhelmed her. Shudders wracked her body as waves of accumulated lust pulsed through her, the discharge of the pent up tension she had somehow managed to suppress during the scene. The climax felt to go on for ever, though in reality she supposed it was just a few moments. After, she lay still, limp, her thighs still spread wide.
“Do you feel better now?”
“A little, Sir.”
“Are you ready to continue?”
“I’d like you to fuck me, Sir.”
“Ah.”
“Sir, please…”
“Oh Thea, you do beg so prettily. And I find it hard to refuse you anything when you entertain me so well.”
He stood and loosened his jeans, releasing his erection. Thea was delighted to note he seemed to be in a state of some arousal himself. She watched as he produced a condom from the front pocket of his jeans and snapped the foil with his teeth. Moments later, sheathed, he twirled his index finger to indicate she should turn around on the couch. Thea started to move onto all fours.
“No, on your back. Just shift your bum over to the edge.”
Thea obeyed, as Tony knelt in front of the couch. He placed his hands on her knees to push them up towards her chest, and outwards, opening her to him. He leaned forward, and with one swift thrust was inside her.
“Oh God. Oh Sir, Sir…”
“Holy fuck,