Under Orders(10)

By: Doris O Connor

“Jonathan, please…”

“What?” He mumbled the word against her clit, the vibrations of his deep rumble against the sensitive nubbin the most exquisite torture. The soft click of his fangs sent a shudder of anticipation through her, and her mouth went dry when he ran his fangs along her inner thigh. Digging in just hard enough to leave marks, he didn’t break the skin, and Anna found that she desperately wanted him to.

As though he’d read her mind he raised his head from between her legs.

“Do you want me to take away your choice? Have my wicked way with you, so that you can justify this to yourself in the morning, rather than face up to your desires? Is that what you want me to do, little one? Is that what it takes for you to look at yourself in the mirror?”

His growled words hit too close to the mark, and Anna frantically shook her head.

“Yes, no, I mean …. Fuck.” All coherent thought fled her befuddled brain when he took the elastic of her thong between his teeth and pulled. The lacy fabric bunched inside her slit, exerting pressure on her clit. He moved his head from side to side creating friction against that bundle of nerves, and Anna gave herself up to sensation. Her head fell back, and cool air hit her swollen folds when the fabric finally gave way with an audible rip.

“So wet for me, so responsive, little one.” His breath feathered over flesh slick with her arousal, and her cunt clenched in need.

“Look at me.” She responded to that edge of command instinctively, and he smiled his approval when her eyes locked with his.

“You need to ask me, little one. I will not make this easy on you. If we’re going to do this, if we’re going to explore this connection we share, it has be to your decision. Your body tells me all I need to know, but I want your mind, your heart, your soul, or I will walk away. I will make you forget you ever met me. I’ve done it before, and I will do it again to keep you safe.”

The words broke through her haze of arousal and dimmed some of her ardor.

“What do you mean, you’ve done it before? I remember the conference room … I mean you—”

She tried to scoot away from him, but he had an iron grip on her legs.

“You were with me every step of the way in that room. I did not influence your decision. I wouldn’t do that. Not to you. Not once I recognized you.”

“Recognized me?” she asked, more confused than ever.

“Anna Chapman is a common name, and you had red hair when you were little.” He smiled at her pussy, and Anna squirmed a little. She hadn’t shaved in a few days, and the little fuzz she did have would show her true hair color. Heat suffused her whole being, and he chuckled into her core, nuzzling against her and kicking her arousal right back up again. His breath against her sensitive lips, the lick of his tongue as he lapped the renewed gush of her juices slipping past her labia, caused the tingles to start. He tunneled his tongue into her quivering channel, his nose nudging her clit, and Anna couldn’t help her moans and sighs. She grabbed hold of his hair in a bid to keep him there, to urge him on, but it was useless. He took her right to the edge, and then withdrew. Sitting back on his haunches he smiled at her and licked his lips.

“Delicious, little one.” His voice was hoarse, his hard long cock clearly outlined against the fabric of his trousers, and Anna’s pussy clenched in need. She so needed to feel him inside her. She must have said that out loud, because he closed his eyes and groaned.

“Say that again.”

His fingers dug into her soft flesh, and she winced, the pain just adding to her sensation overload, overriding the questions batting against her brain. He could explain that afterwards. Right now, she needed him like the air she breathed

“Fuck me, please. Make me yours.”

Chapter Four

His growl vibrated through her, and he stood naked in front of her in the blink of an eye. She blinked to try to get her eyes to focus, to take in the perfection standing in front of her. He was big all over, his cock jutting up to his abdomen, the heavy sac swinging underneath covered in a dusting of blond hair that she was just itching to explore. He didn’t give her the chance to, however. He pulled her up, lifting her effortlessly, and she locked her ankles behind his butt, as he slid her down on his cock with infinite slowness. Anna clung to his shoulders, taking him inch by slow inch, until she thought she was going to burst.

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