Sheer Suspicion Page 4

“Oh!” I gasped, squirming underneath him, which earned me another blow from the belt.

  “Relax, baby,” Landon soothed. “Just stay still and let the pain turn to pleasure.”

  I did as he said, forcing my body to stay still even as my eyes filled with tears. A moment later, his cock was back at my opening.

  “That’s it, angel,” he coaxed. “Just relax and let it happen.”

  His shadow enveloped me once again, and the sight of him over me, on top of me, his eyes locking on mine, filled me with more overwhelming emotion.

  A tear slipped down my cheek, and Landon cupped my chin, his thumb brushing it away. “Don’t cry.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Don’t cry, baby.”

  I reached for his hips, wanting to pull him into me while unconsciously trying to control the pace, to keep him from deciding he was just going to suddenly push into me.

  He grabbed my wrist and pulled his cock away, then the lash of the belt against my pussy sent crimson heat blazing through me like a brushfire.

  “Oh!” I gasped.

  “Stay. Still.”

  He reached down and took the cuff that was around my wrist and cuffed the other side to my ankle, then reached into his desk drawer and pulled out another pair of handcuffs, and repeated the movement on the other side.

  Now I was on his desk, my wrists cuffed to my ankles, making it hard to move at all.

  He waited a long moment, letting me catch my breath, and then he began to push his cock into me again, so softly, so slowly, and I stayed still. My heart thrummed heard against my ribs, the anticipation of what he was going to do – push into me slowly, or plunge into me in one full movement? – almost too much to bear.

  He stared down at me, his eyes locked on mine, the electricity between us crackling like a live wire. He kissed my neck, dragging his tongue down over the space between my breasts, all the way to my stomach, and the moment seemed to stretch between us, forever and ever, just the two of us as he inched inside of me.

  “Landon,” I moaned. “God, Landon.”

  “Good girl,” he said. “Good girl, I want to hear every sound you make as I fill you.”

  He pushed further, and I looked down to where we were joined, surprised to see he was only halfway inside of me, my pussy lips plumped around his cock.

  “Do you see how tight that little cunt is?”

  “Yes.”

  He went further, the thickness of him spreading me. The overhead lights glinted off the belt in his hand, reminding me of the consequences that would befall me if I didn’t stay still.

  “Good girl. Take my cock.” The look on his face was one of pure pleasure as he began to melt into me. “I can’t take it,” he groaned. “Hold on, baby.”

  Before I had a chance to realize what he meant, the rest of his cock pushed into my pussy, the belt falling to the ground with a clatter as he pressed his body into mine, the weight of him heavy on top of me.

  “Landon,” I gasped.

  His mouth muffled my cries of pain, kissing me, his tongue swirling with mine as his movements began to intensify.

  I bucked my hips, my handcuffs slapping against the wooden desk beneath us as he began to fuck me. I rose up to meet him, matching his rhythm, my pussy pulling his cock into me as if our bodies were meant for this, for each other, to be joined in this way.

  “Aven,” he whispered. “Jesus, Aven.” He was moving faster now, and I moved my waist to match his thrusts. Everything else fell away, and it was just us, faster and harder and more, until he finally gasped, “Aven, please, baby, come on me.”

  I felt myself tighten around him like a fist, milking his cock as I began to come.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, and then he was coming too, the spasms of my pussy pulling him in as the cum shot out of him, warming my insides.

  My orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave matching the shot after shot of come that burst from his cock.

  Finally, Landon collapsed on top of me, both of us spent. We stayed like that for a moment, his chest pressed against mine, the heat of his body warming my skin.

  Finally, he stood up and uncuffed me.

  I sat up.

  My body was loose and languid, and I was sore between my legs.

  I watched as Landon began to get dressed, his back turned to me.

  I took a deep breath.

  What the hell had just happened? What did this mean? Now that the bliss of my orgasm was staring to leave me, I couldn’t believe we’d just had sex again, couldn’t believe that I’d fallen back under his spell.

  “I have a meeting at three o’clock,” Landon said. I watched his shoulders flex as he began to button his shirt.

  I scrambled off the desk, slipped my skirt on, suddenly desperate to cover myself up.

  Now that my heart rate was starting to slow, I was hyperaware of the sounds of the office on the other side of the door – the gentle hum of the receptionist’s phone, the soft clattering of keystrokes, the murmur of voices.

  My shirt was over by the door, and when I picked it up, I noticed there were two buttons missing. Great. A blouse I couldn’t afford had been completely wrecked.

  I reached for my bag and took out the sweatshirt I’d gotten back from Paisley and pulled it over my head.

  As I did, something fell out of the pocket and onto the floor.

  A folded piece of paper.

  I picked it up and opened it.

  “Don’t trust the Sheers. Not Victor. Not Conner. Not Landon. You are in grave danger if you do.”

  My heart hammered in my chest again as I straightened up, the piece of paper clutched in my hand. I pushed it into my bag before Landon could see.

  He turned around, straightening his tie.

  He was back to the picture of perfection, the gorgeous billionaire on top of the world, the city spread out behind him through the window.

  When he spoke, shivers went up my spine and the note in my pocket seemed to burn right through the fabric of my sweatshirt.

  “We’ll be having dinner tonight,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

  The End of Part Eight

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