Accidental Voyeur (2 page)

“You know what I want. I’m not stopping until you give it to
me.”

Until that moment she really hadn’t known what he wanted
other than her orgasm, which she would gladly give to him anytime he wanted.
But he rotated his wrist, pushing down on her G-spot in a rhythm she had no
ability to fight.

He knew exactly how to get her off, to take every ounce of
control away from her and make her squirt all over as she came.

They’d only ever done it in the shower before, since he made
such a mess of her.

“But, Sir, the floor. I can’t—”

He spanked her ass on the other side and she whimpered, her
legs starting to shake from being strained up on her toes.

“Give. It. To. Me.”

He bit her hot ass, curving his fingers inside her pussy
again, manipulating her G-spot using the hard surface of the desk above her
mound to his advantage. He caged her in, trapping her, owning her as he’d vowed
to do when he collared her almost two years prior.

His grip on her wrists tightened and he bit her again,
causing her heart to race against her ribs. Her orgasm built in her pelvis so
fast she could do nothing but give him what he demanded.

“Can I come, Sir? Please let me come—”

“Mine,” he barked, and that was all she needed.

Sweet, sticky liquid squirted from beneath his fingers,
coating her legs as she came with a wail. Her hips convulsed and a tremor shot
down to her feet as she curled her toes against the wet floor.

She bit her bottom lip, pulling her eyebrows down into a V.
He worked his fingers inside her as if he spoke to her in Morse code. Short and
long pulses as he licked across her asshole again.

“Another. Give me another and then I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck
your ass so deep you won’t sit for a week without thinking about me.”

He prodded her G-spot with his single-minded focus and
another orgasm grew inside her, threatening to pull her under when it
detonated. The muscles in her ass and thighs contracted, matching the pattern
of her erratic heartbeat. She frantically grabbed his hand, which still held
her wrists in place, trying to find something to anchor her mind in the
maelstrom of physical sensation.

It was always like this.

He knew every button to push. Could play her body as if it
were a finely tuned instrument and he had perfect pitch.

She shivered on a panting breath and then his thumb brushed
across her clit.

“Fuck.”

He circled her clit, running it through her wetness as he
stretched her pussy lips with his other fingers. “I’m gonna make you lick up
every drop of the whore juice on the floor and my boots. Such a dirty slut I
married.”

Sharp exhales puffed out of her as she climbed higher and
higher toward another release.

“And after I fuck your ass you’re going to clean my dick
off. You’re going to get me hard again and I’ll make you choke on my cock until
I come down your filthy throat.”

Him talking dirty to her, calling her names and telling her
how sexy he thought she was in the most disgusting ways turned her on in a
manner she didn’t fully understand. He made her feel raw, open and more
delicious than he probably knew.

“Dirty whore.”

She came so hard, so fast she couldn’t even ask permission.
Sensation raced beneath her skin, pulsating outward from her pussy as she
sprayed more sweet liquid from under his probing fingertips.

“Please, please, Sir.” Whether she begged him to stop or
continue she didn’t know but what she wanted didn’t matter.

What
he
wanted was what she needed to give him and
what he would take anyway.

He worked her tender button, making her cry out as she
continued to come all over his fingers. Her pussy locked down on his thrusting
digits as pulse after pulse of joy radiated from her contracting sex.

Before she was actually done he pulled his hand free and
released her wrists. Her arms fell to the desk with a muffled thud and she
sighed when he kept one palm flat on her spine, holding her on the desk.

She smiled as he kept her safe so she didn’t slide off onto
the floor at his feet.

His boots hit the hardwood one at a time and his belt buckle
grazed her ass as he undid it one-handed.

The sound of the zipper on his pants snicking downward sent
shivers up her spine and she followed his movements behind her. Her brain
thankfully translated the noises he made into him getting naked.

Finally.

As if she hadn’t just had two mind-numbing orgasms, her body
lit up like it were nightfall at Coney Island.

The coarse hair on his thighs brushed her ass and he must
have pulled his shirt off one-handed. It landed on the small of her back,
making her jump.

He brushed it off, moving her hands, curling them on the far
edge of the desk again.

Before she could even suck in a startled breath he grasped a
handful of her hair, shoving his cock into her pussy until his balls slapped
her clit.

He pulled her chest off the desk with the grip he had on her
hair and his warm hand seized her left breast, warming it, kneading it.

His breath hit the curve of her shoulder a second before he
bit her. Hard.

The slick channel of her pussy seemed to lick his dick as he
fucked it into her for several penetrating strokes.

“It’s like this. Every time, my Angel.”

“Like what, Sir?” she whispered, having an educated guess on
what he was thinking about. “How intense it is? How—perfect?”

“How badly I want to take you, how high my need is to
dominate you, to own you, to hurt you. That way you can remember when you feel
my bruises later that I’m the one who put them there.” He shoved in harder,
using his double-fisted grip to yank her back onto his cock as he thrust into
her.

Little bruises on her hipbones were imminent as he knocked
her against his desk on every thrust.

He released her hair, wrapping his strong fingers around her
throat, tipping her head back so he could growl directly into her ear.

“Now—I’m going to take your ass.”

Quicker than she could say “Yes Sir,” he’d already snagged a
bottle of lube he had tucked away in his desk drawer.

It turned her on something ginormous knowing he’d planted
supplies around their house so he could take her anytime, anywhere and in any hole
he desired.

He pulled out of her and she gasped. Feeling so empty,
coupled with the knowledge of what he was about to do to her, made her shake
with nerves.

She looked behind her and watched him spread lube on his
cock. The dark head flared wide and she involuntarily contracted all the
muscles in her pelvis.

On a normal day he was larger than average but there were
certain days he made porn stars look inadequate.

She glanced at his cock again, biting her lip. In several
days she was still going to be sitting gingerly.

She couldn’t wait.

Sometimes they used condoms but lately he took her bare more
often and then wouldn’t let her wear panties afterward.

After he’d taken her, marked her, there was something
decidedly wicked about feeling his seed slide out of her and down her inner
thigh.

She was on the Pill because they weren’t ready for children
and knowing he took her with no barrier, that it really was flesh to flesh and
soul to soul? It made the sex that much more raw.

He blew her mind with the wicked things he came up with to
do with her—to her.

A drizzle of lube hit the crack of her ass and she sucked in
a startled breath, lifting up a little.

“I love it when your mind wanders.” He rubbed the head of
his cock in the lube running down her slit. “I get to bring you back to the
here and now. To me. Always to me.”

He capped the lube and tossed it back in the drawer.

He tucked the head of his cock against the tiny puckered
rosette of her ass and pushed her back down until her chest met the cold desk
again.

“Fuck,” slipped out at the chilly contact. She kept talking
to distract herself from the temperature and the pain of him taking her. “Is
that why you let me play? So you get to claim me again when I’m all done?”

He scraped his blunt nails along her spine.

“I let you play, my pet, because I can,” he offered in way
of explanation between gritted teeth. “You’re the prettiest toy I have and it’s
fucking hot to get to share it, to show it off and lend it out to people I
approve of. Then when my toy is returned I get to inspect it…” He pushed
forward, her hole relaxing just enough so the head moved past her tight
sphincter, allowing him to glide in.

He gripped her hip with one hand, leaning over her back,
clutching the white knuckles on one of her hands latched on to the edge of the
desk.

His thigh bumped the keyboard tray on the desk, jostling
something free that glanced off her thigh and clattered to the floor.

A ding sounded on his PC, signaling something had just been
turned off, or on.

What it was didn’t matter.

She forgot all about it when his breath whispered across the
flesh of her spine.

He nuzzled her neck, pumping his hips in short bursts of
motion, reminding her exactly who owned her. “Everyone likes to share their
toys, but getting them back, getting to put them up on your shelf again after
playing with them—hard? Best feeling ever, knowing someone else liked your toy,
but it’s still
yours
.”

Angel wound her fingers through his.

Words failed her when all she could concentrate on were the
delicious sensations piling up inside her.

“And watching some woman lick at your pussy while you plump
your breasts in your own hands, pinching your nipples because you need that
bite of pain? That’s just fucking hot.” He leaned back, releasing her hip to
grasp her shoulder, withdrawing almost clear of her tight ass just to push
inside again.

Sliding in.

Fucking her.

Owning every whimper and moan slipping past her lips.

She swore she heard a moan from another woman. It made her
think of the last time he let her play. Her pussy tightened at the reminder.
She’d been with a few women that night. They’d had a Sybian party. Each woman
took turns riding it. Her clit tingled at the thought of how he’d fucked her
for nearly six hours straight when she’d come home and told him all about it.

“Thank you,” she groaned as he gripped both of her
shoulders, tunneling past her resistance, simply taking what he knew was
already his.

“For what, my little cum-slut?” He pumped his dick inside
her, groaning as his sac slapped against her wet slit.

She gripped the edge of the desk, spreading her feet a
couple inches more, tilting her hips up so his balls hit her clit on every
stroke. His body was totally perfect for her.

Perfect.

“For loving me. All of me. Not just the pretty parts.”

He grabbed her by the throat, yanking her up and away from
the desk with his cock still buried in her ass.

She latched on to his hand around her throat as he sat down
with her in his chair. Her back to his chest, her rear nestled in his groin and
his dick firmly embedded in her backside.

He placed her hands behind his head and she latched on to
the back of his neck.

His big hands scooped under her knees, easily lifting the
slight frame of her body, using his leverage to fuck her onto his cock.

Her legs spread wide, exposing her clit and pussy to the
cooler air moving around the room. She moaned when he nipped the lobe of her
ear.

“Every part of you is pretty,” he growled. “Each and every
inch of you is exactly what I need you to be. Especially those dirty, depraved
pieces that love it when I use you.” He brought her down harder on his shaft,
making it hurt, making her desire soar through her limbs, steeping her in such
delicious sensations she never wanted it to end.

She gave herself to him.

Every inch of her belonged to him.

Her Owner.

Their scents rose up, permeating every cell in her body. He
was inside her, his acceptance, his love.

So deep, so very deep.

“Get your hand on your clit, whore. Come on the count of
five and I’m going to fill your ass.”

She clutched a handful of his hair in one of her fists,
sliding the other down her body.

“One,” he counted.

She slid her fingers over her clit and knew she was about
two seconds away from imploding all around him.

“Two.” She bit her lip, brushing her clit as it nearly hummed
with sexual tension.

“Three.” He fucked her harder and she curled her toes,
trying to distract herself as she panted, nearing the cliff he was going to
throw her off of.

“Four.” She squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her clit with a
purpose. Tight little strokes just like he would do if his hands were free.
Harder than she would if she were just being allowed to masturbate.

Her orgasm barreled down on her, throwing her need higher,
onto another plane of sexual existence she only found with him.

“Four and a half,” he gritted out. The grip on her legs
tightened and she opened her mouth to beg but a long whimper came out in place
of words.

“Five!” He shouted and jolted the chair back an extra foot
until it bumped the wall. He used the added leverage to release one of her
legs, circling her middle with one of his meaty forearms, trapping her arm as
she rubbed her clit. He fucked into her, burying himself just as she locked
down on him.

The first spurt of his cum filling her ass threw her off the
cliff and the wind caught her and tossed her into orbit.

Her scream broke her apart, releasing her orgasm, giving it
to him because it belonged to him. She twitched and jerked in his firm grasp as
he pumped frantically into her tight hole.

He whispered in her ear. Words of love, of praise. Her brain
sparkled with the last three things he murmured.

“My good girl…”

He lazily moved inside her, his cock twitching, setting off
another volley of glittery sensations snaking their way up to her brain, making
her smile and shiver in his unyielding hold.

Slowly he relaxed, settling her on his lap. She giggled,
causing him to groan as she squeezed down on his still-embedded cock.

She turned her head, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
Angel sighed, licking her lips, smiling as she thought of how much water she
was going to have to drink to make up for all of the fluids he’d forced out of
her.

He tilted up her chin and kissed her lips. It was a soft
caress and for the millionth time in less than an hour she thanked her lucky
stars for finding Davis.

She opened her mouth but a moan came out. Sort of.

Davis’ eyebrows pulled down as he looked at her and they
heard it again.

It most definitely was
not
coming from her.

She caught sight of the mouse beneath the desk and looked at
the monitor but the screen was off. She rubbed her shoulder, remembering
bumping it in the middle of being forced down on the desk.

Arousal rolled through her pelvis and Davis growled low and
dangerous behind her.

No way to hide anything from him, especially since they were
still so intimately joined.

His cock in her ass stirred as if it were a very kinky
polygraph detector.

He swung the chair around, scooped up the mouse and flipped
the Power button on the monitor. It took him less time to accomplish all that
than it took her fuzzy brain to make a decision to lean forward.

Angel inhaled, covering her mouth and swiveling her hips in
a tiny circle at what she saw on his computer screen.

Kellee, Little Miss Not-So-Innocent, had her hand in her
panties, getting off.

In the bottom right corner was a smaller screen featuring
herself and Davis in all their naked glory.

Well he was naked. She still had on her tiny plaid skirt,
which did nothing more than highlight her bare pussy.

Knocking the mouse off the desk must have switched on the
video function. Even if Kellee had tried to tell them what happened they
wouldn’t have heard her.

Sure, she could have disconnected, but she hadn’t.

Didn’t look like it was a problem on her end either with the
orgasm rolling through her.

And it was a damn good orgasm by the teeth marks in her
bottom lip and the wet spot on her panties that moved with each tight circle of
her fingers beneath them.

The cords on her neck strained and her mouth opened. A
muffled groan filtered over to them and watching her body shift, trying to
contain her release was one of the sexiest things Angel had ever seen.

She knew exactly why Davis was attracted to her now and
wondered how he felt about the possibilities of a threesome. As if he heard her
thoughts he widened her legs fully over both of his, spreading her open in
front of the camera.

He leaned over slightly, placing his chin on the knuckles of
one of his hands. His fingers on his other hand dragged up the warm flesh of
her inner thigh, settling possessively over her mound.

Her hands made fists as he gathered wetness from her seeping
pussy, spreading it over the engorged hood of her clit.

Angel leaned back, giving him her weight along with her
trust and love.

His feigned nonchalance would have been believable as he
watched Kellee across the internet but Angel felt him growing inside her.

Kellee ran her tongue over her lips, blinking drowsily at
the screen.

After several seconds of her blissful fog lifting she
cleared her throat and stared at them. Down to Davis’ fingers on Angel’s clit
and then back up to their faces again.

“Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You two, your connection, the
dynamic… Fuck.”

“Giving you access to that scene wasn’t intentional.”

Angel knew that voice. The beast prowled closer to the
surface again and she shivered when his cock jerked, lengthening inside her.

“I’m sorry.” Kellee blushed, finally pulling her hand from
her panties. “I—”

“Lick them clean.”

Her mouth opened and closed. She glanced at Angel and opened
her mouth again. “What?”

There was no doubt in Angel’s mind that Kellee had heard him
but she was having a fair bit of trouble processing what he’d told her to do.

“I want you to put your wet, slutty fingers in your mouth
and lick them clean.”

She hesitated, lifting her fingers to her mouth and sucked
two inside. Her eyes grew wide for a second then her eyelids closed as she
moaned.

“Good girl.”

She hummed through the video chat and Angel added her own
exhalation of desire to the mix.

“You’ll be at The Library on Friday night.” He didn’t really
phrase it in the form of a question but he waited for her eyes to open again.

Her little tongue tasted her finger again and she nodded,
looking between him and her.

“Good, wear those panties. I have plans for you, you little
voyeur.”

He pressed a button and the video screens disappeared.

Angel smiled and tilted her head just in time to see his
eyes flare with arousal once more. “You’re gonna eat her alive.”

Without a word he scooted away from the desk again and
stood, sliding out of her ass, pulling a breathy complaint from her. He moved
her over, forced her to her knees and sat her back on her haunches. Her skirt
still up around her waist made her feel so delectably filthy.

She shivered as he pinned her there with a narrow glare and
the wetness on the floor coated her shins. Fuck, she liked getting dirty for
him.

He walked into his adjoining bathroom and she saw him grab a
hand towel. He moved behind the door frame, turning on the water for a little
bit.

She breathed in deeply and widened her thighs, placing her
hands palm up on top of each.

Everything inside her calmed and she salivated, anticipating
what he was going to do to her when he came back…