Cursed Ever After by A. C. James Page B

My tongue slipped inside Isla’s mouth, and slid against her tongue in a fierce, wet caress as I took what I wanted. She arched her back; pushing her hips forward in response but still I didn’t touch her. The only physical contact between us was where our mouths pressed hotly together.
        Isla pulled back slightly. “I want you.”
        I let my lips brush hers, barely and briefly.
        “I’m going to make you beg for it,” I said, whispering against her parted lips.
        Whimpering, she shook her head. I traced a line down her neck with my finger, across the crest of her breasts, and rested my fingertips momentarily on the tie that held her top in place. Her intake of breath was scarcely audible but for someone like me, it was easy to hear. When I loosened the tie and pulled the ends apart, it exposed her small, pale, round breasts.
        “You’re beautiful.”
        “Thank you.”
        “Thank you, sir.” I corrected her with a stern look.
        “Sorry, sir. I mean—thank you, sir.”
        I tugged on the end of the ties and pulled her along with them as I guided her to the other side of the desk. She didn’t miss a beat. Clearly, her experience as a dancer had taught her how to move but I still had a thing or two to teach her. Isla gasped when I grabbed her arms, clasping them behind her back. Thrusting my muscular thigh between her legs to part them, I pressed against her sex teasingly. I tugged on her lower lip with my teeth as I met her mouth with mine.
        My hands dropped to her hips and I pushed her against the edge of the desk. She placed her hands on its surface to steady herself. The stack of files on the side of Tessa’s desk fell to the ground as I pushed them aside. Isla pushed herself up and seated herself on the desk. I pushed her back and she lay spread on its surface—mine for the taking.   The creaking sound of the hinges on the office door drew my attention. It stood open almost a foot. Tessa’s impertinent henchman watched us from the doorway with lust in his eyes. His intense gaze followed the movement of Isla’s breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing.
        Good, let him watch what he can’t have.
        I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Vaguely, I wondered whether they were in Tessa’s possession. I discovered the cause for her arousal. Apparently, Tessa left a steel binder clip attached to her clit. The pressure was circumvented slightly by the wings of the binder clip hindering its closure. Still, Tessa had managed to secure it to her clitoris. But this was Tessa and nothing surprised me when it came to her. I wiggled the binder clip back and forth. Isla groaned.
        “I can see Tessa has been very thorough with you,” I said, my voice a deep, reverberating sound.
        I removed the clip. Isla let out a yelp as she slammed her palm on the surface of the desk and involuntary tears streamed down her cheeks. 
        “Breathe,” I said. I paused to let Isla absorb the pain from the blood suddenly returning to the area that had been clamped with the clip. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. Gently, I massaged circles on her clitoris with my thumb and she let out a moan.
        “Please. Please. I want you.”
        “That’s a start but I don’t think you’ve begged nearly enough.”
        It was such a turn on to hear both her heartbeat and the heartbeat of the guard quicken at my words. When I inserted two fingers inside her, she arched her back off the surface of the desk.
        “God, you’re wet.”
        “Please, I need…”
        I inserted a third finger and rotated my fingers in slow, deep circles. She licked her lips, closed her eyes, and grasped the side of the desk. Isla arched against my hand, needing my touch in just the right place, but I didn’t comply. I deviously slowed my rhythm, my torture deliberate. She tasted delicious as I sampled my fingers after I removed