Hardest (2 page)

She felt horribly cruel; her earlier attempts at casual distance, her terror at the way they’d behaved in the office; how could she have known what she was doing to him?  It was still too much for Lisa to believe the things he was saying, but here they were. 
Here he was
.  Yamamoto stared down at her, his beautiful amber eyes starved.  “I love you, Ken Yamamoto,” she said, and his breath caught.  “I love you more every day,” she whispered, and felt his fingers snap the elastic of her panties as if it were made of brittle wood.  Suddenly, his body was hot against hers, the concrete scraping against her silk-covered back. 

“Lisa,” he said, and she felt him, down below, the girth and heat pressing into her bare slit.  “Lisa, I thought...”

“I love you,” she whispered again, her hands wrapping firmly around his neck, her legs slipping around his waist.  “I love you.”

That was all he needed to hear.  His thick cock slid inside of her, the weight of her body resting in his hands as her shoulders grew exquisitely raw from the friction.  He thrilled into her, pounding the words out of her mouth, his strong hands kneading her flesh.  Lisa came in seconds, and came again, and again.  The wind stole all her confessions away, but she knew he heard them this time.  He understood.  When they were finished, the moon looked down where they stood on the balcony, her clothes a tattered heap. 

“I cannot tell you how long I have been waiting,” he whispered, pulling her tight against his chest.  “I cannot tell you how much I have
needed
this.”

She hadn’t known then, but she did now.  “Ms. Tyrell,” Yamamoto called from his desk.  His voice hinted at a warning.  “Are you still working on the second problem?”

Lisa thought hard; it was always tricky, getting what she wanted out of these situations.  Should she lie? 
No
.  That didn’t feel right.  “Yes,” she said, and blinked up at him innocently.  He frowned.

“Your test is four days from now,” he said quietly.

“I can’t concentrate, sir,” she told him, and sat up a little straighter; her nipples bobbed above the surface of her desk, the little clamps on them catching on the edge and sending a shockwave through her body.  The fires began to burn in his eyes, smoldering beneath the concern in his face. 

“Ms. Tyrell,” he said slowly as he stood up from his desk.  “You were made a partner in my firm with the understanding that you would pass the board exam and be fully certified, were you not?”  She watched him slowly unfasten his belt as he began to cross the room towards her.

Their new office was even higher than the old one; there were fewer employees and more work, but Yamamoto was now delighted to get away from his father’s scrutiny.  Lisa had barely been able to comfort him after the phone call when he informed Yamamoto Sr. he was leaving; the big man almost broke down, and she’d held him in her lap for hours. 
Before you
, he’d told her,
my father was the only other person in the world I would rather die than disappoint.

You won’t disappoint him
, she said, soothing the worry from his forehead. 
This is probably the only way to gain real respect from a man like that.

He looked up at her, his expression solidifying into determination. 
You’re right
, he said. 
I never realized it before, but you’re absolutely right.

And she was.  Yamamoto’s firm was more profitable and produced higher quality work than the department he supervised in his father’s corporation ever had.  He received offers for acquisition almost weekly.

His own father was the latest bidder he’d turned down.  It was a friendly exchange.

“I thought this was
our
firm,” she returned, and licked her lips.  “Sir.”  His eyes burned.

“It will be,” he said softly, “when you pass that test.”

“I could pass that test if I could study, sir,” she whispered, “but I’m just too distracted.”

“You’re too undisciplined,” he said, and suddenly he was behind her.  Lisa felt his long fingers in her hair, gently guiding her to stand.  The toy made it hard for her to do it smoothly, but she managed; her body was forced into a gentle curve as it sprang free from her slick lips with a sullen pop, the damp flesh now slightly sore from resting on the ridges of its form.  The suction cup holding the dildo steady on the chair would make it impossible to yank off, so Yamamoto simply knocked the whole contraption over.  It was the third chair he’d had to buy her; he had a tendency to get careless with the furniture.  She felt his stiff cock press against her through his wool pants and sharply inhaled.  “I’ll supervise,” he told her, pushing her belly down on the desk.  Lisa heard his zipper and opened her legs a little wider, knowing her whole body was open before him.  She’d been sitting on that massive rubber cock all morning; her poor pussy would be pink and damp and plainly begging as he looked down at it.  Yamamoto’s fingers gripped her hair and forcefully turned her head to face the paper.  “What’s the number in the first column?”  His voice was calm, even; the hot head of his cock gently slipped between her soaked inner lips but refused to enter further.  Lisa shuddered.  “Concentrate, Ms. Tyrell,” he said smoothly.

“Four,” she whispered, and his long fingers threaded through her hair as he roughly plunged into her--
one, two, three, four
.  She moaned, but he immediately pulled out, teasing her again with the tip of his cock.

“The number in the next column,” he said, and there was a hungry undercurrent threading the calm in his voice. 

“Thirteen,” she whimpered, and he began again, pounding against her--
one, two, three, four, five
...  This time, his hands gripped her shoulders, holding her shaking body aloft just enough for her nipples to catch on the edge of the desk with each thrust.  The sensation made her yelp and squirm, but he was strong, his hands firm.  Heat bloomed in Lisa’s belly, and as he approached ten he pulled her shoulders back, dipping her spine into an arc while his cock slammed inside, angling up.  “Nine, ten, eleven,” he grunted, slowing down and pumping deeper.  His cock was so far inside of her Lisa couldn’t tell where it ended--and then the orgasm quickened as he slowed even further--”twelve. 
Thirteen
,” he panted, and immediately pulled out. 

Lisa couldn’t help it--she’d been right on the precipice--”Please,
sir
, can I please--”

He did love to hear her beg.  His fingers ran greedily over her shaking body, but Yamamoto’s cock remained teasingly close without going inside.  Lisa felt the sticky juices on his tip slide against her opening and bucked.  He bit her neck, moving again to deny her his cock.  “When you finish the problem, tell me the sum,” he whispered, and his beautiful long fingers slid over her shoulders and down the slope of her chest.  He covered her throat with hot kisses while his hands began lightly batting her breasts; they swung against each other, softly bouncing away again, the clamps catching and dragging on the desk.  Her nipples were so swollen she almost came from that contact alone, but Lisa wanted it all: she forced herself to slow her breath and stare down at the numbers swimming on the page in front of her.  He slapped her breasts a little harder, and they pinged against one another; the chain between her nipple clamps caught and pulled, and it sent a thrill of exquisite pain straight to her pussy.  She clenched her eyes shut and concentrated.  “Forty five percent,” she whispered, finally, and his hands slapped her breasts one more time, hard, snapping the chain taunt between her tortured nipples, and the ball of fire growing urgent at the base of her spine exploded.  Just as the orgasm began to ripple through her torso, Yamamoto sank his cock inside of her, biting down on her shoulder and chanting through his teeth.  “One, two, three...”  There were tears in her eyes, she was coming so hard.  When she finished, gasping for air, he slowed down and gently began to unfasten the clamps.  Her nipples ached.  “Ten,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder as he tenderly massaged her breasts.  “Eleven.”  His clever fingers ran over her entire torso, feather light, as his hot lips nibbled and teased and tasted her from behind.  “Twelve.  Thirteen.  Fourteen.  Fifteen.”  His cock slid in and out, just a few inches; each stroke was soft as sin.  He pulled Lisa upright against him, letting her lean back on his long frame, his cock barely bobbing in and out of her.  She began to moan again when she felt his fingers slip over her thighs and find her clit. 

“Sir,” she began, not sure if she could take any more, “I can’t...”

Yamamoto ignored her protests, his hot fingertip gently pressing down on the button of flesh.  In another second, her knees began to shake.  “Twenty,” he whispered, and sucked her earlobe.  “Twenty one.” 

“Sir,” she moaned, feeling her nipples growing hard, prickling with pain.  While his other finger strummed her clit, Yamamoto began to lightly trace them to a solid point, erect against their earlier bruising.  His cock slipped deeper inside.  “I’ll fall, sir--”  Lisa cried out as he stroked further in, her clit swelling.  She knew her knees were about to buckle.

Her nipples were hard as pebbles again.  “Twenty five,” he said, and she recognized an edge in his smooth voice.  “Twenty six.”  Just the sound made her clit begin to throb, and the orgasm crept slowly along her inner lips like a lit fuse.  “Twenty seven,” he said, and then she was coming again, her pussy clenching his hard cock as he pushed mercilessly in and out of her.

Her knees gave out.

Lightening quick, Yamamoto caught her around the waist and bent Lisa ruthlessly over the desk, the hand that had eased her clit into her latest slamming orgasm now pushing her leg on top of its surface.  His cock didn’t miss a beat--”twenty eight, twenty nine”--picking up speed as he fucked her flat onto her belly, her knees now splayed on the far corners of her desk, her ass high in the air.  He plunged further into her, but the monologue changed.  “I think you’ve been very difficult today, Ms. Tyrell,” he told her through gritted teeth.  “I think you know what you’ve earned.”

“
Yes
--yes sir,” she said, her raw nipples shoved into her paperwork, his hands firm on her waist as he began to pull her body towards him as he thrust slowly inside. 

“Well?”  He stopped, mid-stroke, and the denial made her cry out.

“Please sir,” Lisa said, twisting to beg him with her eyes.  “Please, I need it
harder
, sir--
please
!”

“How hard?”  Yamamoto’s eyes were the color of autumn bonfires, his nostrils flared in spite of his cool tone.  He hissed as he sank deep inside of her, forcing her body back to meet him, and raised a questioning eyebrow.

Oh, how Lisa loved this game.  “
Harder
, sir,” she begged, and got her answer in a thrust so forceful it rocked her head on the stalk of her neck. 

“Thirty,” he rasped, and waited.

“
Harder
sir,” she whimpered, and he fucked her so hard she lost her breath.

“Thirty five,” he panted.  A thin veneer of sweat tinged his flawless face, and the sight of it made Lisa’s pussy clench so violently she began to come again, even as he waited inside of her.

“
Please
sir,” Lisa cried, “
please
fuck me harder,
please
fuck me harder, oh my god, Yamamoto sir,
please fuck me harder--”

He did.  He fucked her so hard her teeth clacked together, so hard they knocked all her pretty knick-knacks to the floor, so hard her thighs were angled in an almost perfect split where he entered her.  He was ruthless, his fingers digging in to hold her, the count-down continuing until finally, her body spent and shining with sweat, she felt his tongue on the nape of her neck.

“My love,” Yamamoto murmured softly, his hands letting go of the bruised flesh he’d used as handles to fuck her senseless.  “My heart.”  He whispered these things to her all the time now; she would never grow used to such sweetness, and it always made her tremble.  “I love you, Lisa,” he said, tenderly peeling her off of her desk and letting her spread legs close, sticky and sore.  “I love you more than anything.”  Very gently, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the white loveseat they’d brought from the old office.  She curled up in his lap, bliss pouring out of her.  They sat that way, her naked, spent, their juices mingling deep inside of her body, for a long while.  Finally, he pushed the hair back from her brow and bent to kiss her again.  When he opened his eyes again, the fire was back.  “I love you, Lisa Tyrell,” he said, and by God, the man was smirking again.  “But you still have three more problems to finish.”