Cater to Me (2 page)

I sat up, knowing this was part of the punishment but at the same time wanting to beg him to continue so I could orgasm.

“Not much fun, is it, when you want to climax?” he said.

“I’ve learned my lesson, so just fuck me now, okay?”

He ran his hand up my belly. “Turn over for me.”

Obviously he believed in lots of torture.

I reluctantly flipped over, put my arms above my head, and rested my left cheek on the table.

“This is one cute little ass.” He ran his hands over it before dividing its cheeks and then running a finger down its center, letting one slide into my pussy. I was dripping. He must know how excited I’d become playing this game with him.

He pushed his finger higher up inside me and then withdrew it, repeating the process until I was lifting my butt up, finding joy at knowing that at least this time around he would allow me release.

I got close; my head began spinning, finding joy that my climax was…

He took out his finger, and I almost sobbed onto the desktop.

“You piece of shit,” I said.

He slapped my ass. “You’re the one who’s to blame, not me.”

He flipped me over, took the tie off my eyes, and then tied my wrists together before sliding me down the end of the table. “Sit up and spread your legs, but move your butt so your pussy’s hanging over the edge.”

“Only if you let me climax this time.”

“I’m making the rules.”

I swore under my breath but did as he said.

He stood in front of me and slid his pants down, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor.

I licked my lips, sure that my juices had dripped from me onto the floor when I saw his cock—erect, long, beautiful, and waiting for my pussy.

He took his cock in his hands and rubbed the very tip of it around my slit a few times.

“Fuck me and fuck me soon,” I pleaded.

He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a condom, and sheathed himself.

At last, I wanted to shout. He pushed himself inside me, and my pussy stretched and pulled. He pumped into me and I tried to ease my body toward him, hoping I could climax before he decided to punish me some more.

I pounded Adam’s chest when he withdrew from me; he obviously felt my pussy clenching his dick and knew I was oh so close.

Disgusted with the whole situation, I fell back on the desk in defeat.

He eased onto it with me and kissed me. “What have you learned today?” he asked.

“One, don’t let your niece make important deliveries for you. Two, fuck up Adam Roberts’ order and he’s the meanest man in town, and three, that Adam Roberts has a huge cock but won’t use it to give me an orgasm.”

He laughed. “So how close have you been during our little game?”

“Close enough that I hate you.”

He unfastened my hands. “Lesson learned, and now the reward.” He got between my legs again and slid inside me once more.

If he didn’t let me climax this time I would dump the rest of the cake over his head and knee him in the balls.

I reached out and ran my hands down his belly as he began a slow and steady thrust into me. He pushed me back, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, sensing I’d been so well primed this afternoon that when I did climax the whole neighborhood would hear me.

My nipples pulled, my anus even pulsated as I sensed myself getting near the edge…

Then the door opened and there stood his assistant…the woman who’d come to the store and placed the order.

Adam stopped thrusting, but neither of us moved. Shit, would I ever get my orgasm?

“Ah, there you are; your father’s on line two. Oh, Ms. Withers, how nice to see you again.”

I blushed; I knew I did. Shit, that woman, if she made me miss out on my much-deserved big climax I’d kill her.

“Tell him I’m busy right now with a business matter, but I’ll call him once I’m done with Ms. Withers.”

“Right you are, sir.” She stood looking at us.

“Ms. Peabody, are you going to stand there and watch me fuck Ms. Withers, or what?”

She waved to us and then shut the door. I wondered how many times she’d walked in on him in a situation like this because she hadn’t seemed shocked, and he hadn’t either. Maybe other caterers had fucked up his order too.

“Okay, so where were we?” he asked.

“You were going to fuck me so hard that the whole of Portland will hear me.”

He thrust with such force that he moved my body a good foot along the desk, my skin skidding across the polished mahogany.

Oh, yeah, I was on my way.

I threw my head back and moaned, feeling like my breath was being taken away. I clawed at Adam’s arms as I went under; the room swirled around and then, yes, yes, yes, I climaxed, crying out with relief and joy.

Adam panted, thrust harder, and then climaxed too.

We stayed in this position for a few minutes, him smiling at me, me smiling back at him. He knew a thing or two about business, and yeah, about orgasms too. The best I’d ever had, and okay, yes, probably because he’d made me wait so long for it.

He pulled out of me, and I sat up.

“So how was it?” he asked.

“Best fuck I’ve ever had.”

“I’m throwing a dinner party for ten people at my house on Saturday night. You want to cater it?”

“You think you can trust me not to ruin it for you like your meeting today?”

“I’d say you’ve learned your lesson, and now you know what will happen if you screw up again.”

I leaned back on my elbow and looked at him. He had a devilish grin on his face. I beckoned him with my finger. “You better show me again what happens when I mess up.”

“Very well, lie down, legs apart and…”

The End

Author Bio

Vanessa Devereaux writes both erotica and erotic romances. She’s the author of the Brazen Ladies series, Fictionwise bestseller
Who’s The Boss?
,
Mistaken Identity
and
One Night With You
. Her first story for the Blue line was
Nicole’s Secret Santa
. Later this year Cobblestone Press will release another Regency set series called Just For Your Pleasure. Be sure to check out her Web site at
www.vanessadevereaux.com