Chapter Two

Red looks good on you

Samantha

“Eyes on the desk.”

Cole says four words that make me more than wet. Slowly, breathing through the panties in my mouth, I turn my head, hyperfocused on the wood grain. My entire body aches for his touch.

There’s nothing but silence and the sound of my heart beating as my chest rises and falls so hard that I can feel it against the surface. Damn, I already feel light-headed, warmed with the anticipation over what Cole will do with my body.

Seconds tick by, but he doesn’t touch me or say a word. It’s a delicious kind of torture. He waits, and I stare down. Goose bumps bloom over my body, and then I feel it.

I’d gasp, but my mouth is full.

The slow trace of his finger up the back of my leg makes me shiver. He takes his time feathering his touch over my skin, but still no words fall from his dirty mouth.

But a man like Cole doesn’t have to say anything to make his point. And damned if he isn’t making one right now.

He wants to remind me what I’m missing. I already know. I miss him the way he misses me, but that doesn’t solve our giant problem—one wife for four husbands.

My fingers curl around a pencil as he gets closer and closer to my center, gliding up the back of my thigh and lingering at the crease before my ass.

“Red looks good on you.”

I want to say something snarky back to him, something that’ll make him slap it again, but he’s rendered that impossible. Plus, the sound of his voice touches me in places I won’t dare to admit. Especially when he’s talking about the color of his handprint.

“Let’s see if my girl can stay quiet,” he growls.

Without warning, his fingers seamlessly guide inside my pussy, making a guttural moan fall from my lips. He draws them out only to push back in, smoothly curling his fingers each time he enters to massage the spot that makes my stomach contract.

I can only hear him breathe; he’s turned on watching me bent over this desk, getting fingered. God, I want to circle my waist, push back against his fingers, but I know better. I’m to stay still. To take what he’s giving me because Cole loves to administer pleasure as much as he revels in gifting pain.

His free hand presses to my back, holding me in place, and all I’m left with is to become a slave to the feeling. In and out, in and out, his thick fingers fuck me in a torturous rhythm, never speeding up and never slowing down. He keeps just the right amount of pressure where it needs to be, making me want more, making me willing to beg for it.

I whine, needing, wishing I could tear my eyes away from the desk and spit out my panties to demand he fucks me.

But I’m not in control.

Cole is.

And right now, I’m bare, skirt pushed to my waist, my body on display. His.

“This cunt is so sweet, baby.”

Please, please, give me more.

“It’s so wet.”

Fuck me.

“So greedy and tight around my fingers.”

Goddammit. His knuckles stroke my opening, going deeper and stretching me fuller as he adds another finger, holding them still inside.

“That’s it. You can take it. Breathe.”

Fuck. His fingers curl, holding in their spot, and massage. My body jumps, and I push to my tiptoes.

“Shh, shh, shh…” He rubs my back before removing his palm from my back and positioning it in between my pussy and the desk. “Fuck it, baby. Grind that clit.”

I groan as I push forward, uncaring if I pin his hand to the desk. I want the friction. I need it.

“Mmm,” he hums as I indecently rub my clit against his palm, feeling his fingers still inside me. “Look at you. Don’t you see this is what you need?”

I’m delirious, rubbing and rubbing as he massages me from the inside. God, I’m getting close. My eyes close, and even though he can’t see me, the moment they do, my stomach hollows out with the loss of him.

Cole pulls his fingers out and his hand away, making my face shoot over my shoulders.

“I said, eyes on the desk.” He reaches up, pulling the silk from my mouth. “What happens when you don’t listen?”

I’m blinking too fast, undone by the threat, and needy for him to continue.

“I want to hear you say it…what happens when you don’t listen, Samantha?”

I’m panting as I lick my dry lips. “I get spanked.”

My voice is barely above a whisper.

He cups a hand to his ear. “I couldn’t hear you. Speak up.”

“I get spanked,” I say in a louder voice before biting my bottom lip.

I barely get the words out before I feel the sting spread across my bottom, making me suck in a breath.

“That’s for closing your eyes.”

How does he know? Another smack makes me gasp as lust spreads over my cunt.

“That’s for making me ask you twice.”

The sound of his zipper cracks through the room. “And this is for making me love you when you won’t stay.”

I shudder and gasp, “Yes,” too loudly as he thrusts his large cock inside me.

My arms extend, fingers curling around the edge of the desk as Cole fucks me like he owns me. It’s aggressive and dominating. My favorite way.

The sound of our bodies slamming and slapping into each other fills the room. I don’t care if the whole office hears. All I can focus on is how he feels.

He’s rutting into me, fucking me harder and harder, his hands firmly gripped to my hips as he growls through his pleasure.

“Maybe I should fuck you until you remember your place.”

Oh god, yes, please.

Without permission, a whimper escapes from my lips, followed by his name. Fuck, his cock is so big and so thick. It’s hitting deep inside of me where every single nerve of pleasure sparks like a live wire.

“Do you belong to me, Samantha?”

I won’t say it. I can’t. He’ll just demand that I come home, and I won’t do that. We’re over, and he knows it. This is our goodbye.

So instead, I part my lips and say the only thing I can.

“Fuck me, Cole. Fuck me like I’m yours.”

A deep huff, followed by a growl, makes my stomach flip before he hammers inside of me harder. My body jostles over the desk, but Cole’s hand slides up my back, his fingers weaving into my hair before he pulls my head back.

“Like you’re mine?” He freezes, and my pussy pulses around him. “You are fucking mine.”

He thrusts in and out, and in and out, over and over, gripping my skin, my muscles beginning to contract. The air in the room feels dense, thick with the smell of sex as I’m fucked senseless.  

My entire body squirms, and I’m panting.

The clanging sound of pens falling to the ground rings out between my moans. I feel like I’ll explode.

Cole’s so all-consuming. It’s not just the way he’s fucking me; it’s his hand in my hair and his fingers kneading my hip. He draws that hand on my hip down over my ass, caressing where he spanked me, never stopping his rhythm. My mouth’s hung open, and my throat feels raw from the begging I’m doing.

“I want to come. Please.”

He says nothing and everything all at once, so I snake my hand down, shoving it under my stomach, letting my fingers find my clit.

Oh fuck. I’m so wet. The thought makes me picture how coated his cock is as he glides in and out of me, stretching my tight pussy.

“Say it again. Tell me how bad you wanna come.”

I can barely get my words out. I’m trying to rub myself and meet his every movement, but I’m overwhelmed. My body is spinning out of control, so he does the talking for me.

“You want me to fuck this cunt until it explodes all over my cock?”

I nod.

“You want me to fill you with my cum and let it drip down your thigh?”

Oh my god. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes. Yes. Yes”

I can feel my orgasm building. The gathering of my pending implosion. My fingertips rub harder as Cole fucks me without mercy, bottoming out each time.

“Oh god… Oh god… Cole…”

“That’s it. I feel it, baby. I feel your greedy pussy begging to come.”

He’s holding my hair, taking me over the edge of bliss, but just as I’m ready to fall, Cole’s name shoots from my mouth, and my stomach hollows.

My eyes spring open.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” He pulled out. I slap the desk, looking over my shoulder even though he’s still got me by the hair. “What are you doing?”

The smirk on his face makes me want to strangle him. My entire body is hanging in limbo, my clit pulsing like a beacon. But Cole just looks down at his bobbing cock and wraps his hand around it. I can’t see him, but I can hear him.

He’s jerking off behind me, the wet sounds acting as the only words spoken between us.  

He groans, never dropping his eyes from mine as the sound grows faster and faster.

Motherfucker.

I don’t think I say it aloud, but maybe I do because Cole smiles, his head tipping back just as warm cum spreads over my ass.

His breath is heavy. “That is to remind you no man will ever make you come because it takes four of us.”

He lets my hair go, and my eyes hit the desk again. This wouldn’t be premeditated murder because I never planned it, so I would definitely carry a shorter sentence. And a good enough lawyer could probably blame my luteal phase or something else related to my period chemistry.

Soft fabric cleans the mess that he left behind as he drags it over my ass, letting his finger brush my asshole. I’m not ashamed to admit that my back arches, hoping beyond hope that he’ll finish the job.

“I hate not being in my rightful place,” he whispers before shoving some of itself into my cunt.

I hate how good that feels, but I’m too deliriously horny to fight back. One day, I’m going to… What the fuck am I talking about, one day? No days. We’re broken up.

I stand myself up, keeping my back to him.

“If you were trying to convince me to come home, it’s not working. You’ve forgotten I own a vibrator.” I spin around, my eyes pinned to his. “So, thanks for the warm-up, but the main show is about to begin…without you. I’m an independent woman, Cole. I can take care of myself. I just bought batteries at Costco…and now that I’m saying this out loud, it doesn’t sound nearly as cool as it did in my head…but you get the point. I don’t need you. So take your thieving little Robin Hood dick and scram.”

He’s way too sexily placing himself back inside his slacks as he grins. Cole steps toward me, his hands pressed to the sides of my shoulder before he tugs me forward to speak into my ear.

“You’re lost, Samantha, so I came to help you find your way home…because it’s Christmas. Consider that swollen clit your warning that it’s time to change. If you don’t, it’ll be your future. Never satisfied. Always alone.”

I start to say something snarky, but his hand covers my mouth as he draws back and looks me in the eye before suddenly spinning me back around to the desk.

A deep inhale is all I make as my skin erupts in goose bumps.

“Tonight, you’ll be visited by three more reminders. Each will come—”

I rolled my eyes, cutting in. “I bet they will. There’s kinky, and then there’s this. You guys are really going to try to deny me orgasms, and you think I’ll come running home just to be fucked?”

Maybe. You whore, shut up.

“It’s not too late to change your mind,” he whispers, then lets me go.

 I stand there for a moment, shaking my head, trying to plan my next words before I spin around again.

“You know what…”

My head draws back because what the fuck? I look around my office, and my brows draw together.

Cole’s gone. Poof, disappeared.

“Hello?”

What the fuck is going on? I feel like I’m going crazy. How the hell did this motherfucker just disappear like David Copperfield?

My face shifts around my office and to the door a dozen times before I let out a breath.

I lift my hands as I take a step forward to lower my skirt back to a more respectable position, only to realize it’s already lowered. My head drops, looking at my outfit. Not a damn wrinkle on it.

Why does it look like I haven’t had sex? I immediately cup myself, my shoulders sagging as I shiver because it definitely feels like I’ve been fucked with no release. But I reach back around to my ass, not feeling a wet spot.

Am I crazy? I walk to my office door, opening it to ask my assistant if she saw Cole leave, but when I do, there’s nobody there. My office looks like everyone’s left. The laugh that’s starting to bubble sounds like I’ve lost my mind, so there’s that.

Okay, hold on. Cole was here. We had sex.

I am a completely sane person. But…

I turn back inside my office, my eyes landing on the dessert box sitting square in the middle of my perfectly organized desk.

Organized desk… We knocked everything off.

“All the pens are still in the holder,” I whisper as I look back to the box, and realization slowly begins sinking into the pit of my stomach.

Holy fuck. Hoooooly fuck. “I’m gonna kill her.”

Eleanor had that fruitcake delivered today. She told me she made it especially for me, and I stupidly had a piece before I started decorating the tree. Why would I ever trust that lunatic?

Oh my god.

My sister’s drugged me at Christmas.

I rush back to my desk, swiping up my phone and texting Eleanor.

Me: What the fuck did you do to the fruitcake?

Me: You are an absolute menace!

Me: Crew should divorce you!!!!!

Elle: Oh shit…okay, so this is my bad. I may have given you the wrong one. You’re gonna want to breathe through it…and find a buddy. Definitely don’t come to Christmas dinner. The parentals would kill me if they knew you were tripping.

She’s dead. This is her last year on Earth.

Me: Find a buddy? I just hallucinated sex with Cole.

Bubbles come up and go away at least ten times.

Elle: You have to stay calm. Like rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes our inner demons come to life. Especially on this shit… Just sayin’, maybe you have some unresolved shit between you two.

Yes. Like my need to orgasm.

Me: The only demon I know is you.

Elle: Butterflies and rainbows.

Me: Shove them up your ass, Elle. How do make this go away. Hospital?

Elle: You’re looking at it wrong, Sam…this could be a gift. It is Christmas after all.

Me: Bah Fucking Humbug.