Thea. So tight, every time.”
“Harder Sir. Faster.”
Tony’s response was to draw his hips back, then drive forward again, filling her completely. Thea let out a squeal, clenching around him. She gripped his shoulders, clinging on as her inner muscles convulsed around his cock. A second orgasm was erupting, deep in her core. She considered for perhaps a millisecond the possibility of somehow fighting off her climax, drawing this delight out for longer, but another deep, sharp thrust put a stop to that fantasy.
“Don’t hold back, girl. I want you to come. Often, and hard. Now.” Tony’s voice was a low growl. He continued to pound into her, his thrusts powerful, demanding, almost savage in their intensity. Thea relinquished any pretence at control as her body arched and convulsed, her second orgasm just moments away.
As her shudders subsided, Tony slowed his thrusts. His strokes now were long and leisurely, a sensual caress, stretching her, the friction rippling against her inner walls. He leaned over to brush his lips across her mouth. Thea parted her lips and his tongue entered, exploring her. He licked, tasted. Their tongues twisted together in an erotic, sensual dance. Thea sucked on his, moving her hands up to tunnel her fingers through his hair. She rarely got to touch him during their scenes, this was a rare treat and she loved the intimacy.
“Christ, girl, you feel so good. So fucking hot.”
Thea squeezed around him, lifting her hips. She locked her ankles behind his waist and dug her heels in, drawing him close, then closer still. She had intended to concentrate on his pleasure for a while, but in moments her body tightened again, readying for another climax. She knew better than to fight it now as every sensation, every tingle, every pulsating quiver seemed to coalesce in her pussy. She moaned her delight as her orgasm swept her along, this time to be joined by Tony. His cock lurched inside her and he drove deep one last time, holding the position. His face was buried in her hair as he let out a muffled oath, then went still.
Neither spoke for several minutes. Thea’s breath came in short pants, her heart beating a rapid fire tempo inside her chest. Tony was the first to recover. He lifted his weight from her, separated their bodies, and disposed of the condom. Standing, he adjusted his clothing. Thea wondered, not for the first time, how he could create such intensity of sensation for her, controlling her responses, consuming her entirely, whilst seeming not to break a sweat himself.
She supposed it was a Dom thing, and thanked God for it.
“Can we deal with this contract now, do you think?” His tone was dry as he picked up the stray sheets of paper now scattered across the floor. He handed the reassembled document to her, then lifted her bodily from the sofa. He sat down and arranged her in his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin. “Where are your glasses, Mrs Richmond?”
“I’m not sure, Sir. Oh, there…” She pointed to the spectacles half-rammed down the space between the cushion and the back of the sofa. Tony helped her to retrieve them and she perched them on her nose.
“Right, let’s hear your comments then?”
Ten minutes later the errant clauses had been re-drafted, errors corrected. Tony nuzzled the top of Thea’s head. “Would you feel confident about signing this now?”
“I think so, Sir. Yes.”
“Good. Even so, I expect you’d prefer to leave the formalities until your first day in the office.”
“Maybe. There’s still one thing puzzling me though. I have a question, about why you want me to work for you.”
“Oh? What’s your question, Thea?”
“You must have discovered something amiss, something that makes you suspicious. What is it?”
He paused, considering. “Stephen said you were smart, and I can see nothing much will get past you. You’re right. There are a couple of things really. We’ve had a mauling at an industrial tribunal. A costly one at that, both financially and in terms of our reputation. Dart Logistics needs a serious overhaul to get our staffing systems up to scratch. I’m not saying we haven’t got good people, but we don't manage them very well.”
“Right. And what else? You said a couple of things.”
“Finance. Our year-end figures seem inconsistent with predictions earlier in the year. It was the same last year. It could be just down to poor forecasting, but I have a feeling there’s more to it. I need someone to audit our accounts