Good Girl (3/3)

[her_pseudonym]

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Gillian’s hand reached for the door before her mind caught up with what she was doing. Her heart pounded so hard she was amazed her fingers didn’t shake as she engaged the lock. Not with fear. Arousal. An almost crippling rush unlike anything she had felt before. She never took her eyes off Cal, waiting to see what he would do. Wishing he would do something.

“Take off your shirt.”

She swallowed at the energy that rolled off him. He wasn’t going to hold back this time. Not at all. Gillian pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Cal’s eyes were dark and watchful, immediately drawn to her bra.

“Get that bloody thing off, too. I want to see your tits.”

Face hot, Gillian reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away from her chest. She liked the way Cal couldn’t seem to suppress his reaction to the sight of her bare breasts. A tightening of his throat, the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth. Gillian smiled.

“You like that.” Cal stepped forward and ran his fingers over her left breast, his touch deceptively soft over her nipple. “You love driving me crazy. Don’t you?”

“Yes.” Gillian put her hand on his arm, ruffling the soft hairs with her thumb. “Very much.”

Cal drew back and slapped the side of her breast, not terribly hard, but she gasped anyway. That was something new, and Gillian’s cheeks blazed when she realized how much she liked it. “Walking around the office in those hot little dresses. So sweet. So happy.” He seized her nipple and squeezed firmly, then released her with a dismissive snort. “Take off the rest. But leave your knickers on.”

Gillian did as Cal said, moving swiftly not only because she wanted to obey him, but because she hoped it meant he would touch her again. When she stood in front of him in only her black cotton panties, Gillian marveled at how quiet and still Cal had become. Like a snake about to strike.

Cal met her eyes for a moment, then dragged his gaze over her body in a slow perusal that made her feel like a piece of meat. “You’re such a tease. Acting like you’re too good for me, when you and I both know you’re nothing but a cock hungry slut.” He brought his gaze back to her face, and she knew he was searching for discomfort at his words.

Gillian thrust her chin out in defiance. “Are we going to keep talking, or are you actually going to do something?”

He laughed. “Got something to prove, do you?” Cal’s eyes glittered, dark and predatory. “Foster’s a tough girl now. Is that it?”

Gillian took a step toward him. “I’m just horny. And I’m tired of talking.”

Cal hesitated, and Gillian could actually see him turning something over in his mind. It should have worried her, but instead she felt her nipples tighten in anticipation. He was struggling with what he was about to do, and Gillian held her breath, waiting for his next words. When he moved to speak, she leaned forward to hear what he would say.

“You say microexpression and it stops. Yeah?”

Gillian couldn’t help but laugh at Cal’s choice of safe word. It figured. She nodded and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He cradled the back of her head and held her close, then dropped his hand to her upper arm.

“Tired of talking, Gill? I got something better for that mouth of yours.” Cal tugged her down to her knees in front of him. She knew he saw her surprise at his sudden forcefulness when anxiety softened his face and he released her arm. Gillian shook her head slightly, then threw back her shoulders. And smiled again. Cal’s look of concern slackened into an expression that made her pussy ache with want. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

It was just like Cal, starting exactly where he thought her trigger might be. Jumping in headfirst. Gillian pressed her hand to the crotch of his sweatpants, stroking over the fabric pulled tight against his erection. Then she met his eyes, silently asking permission. At his nod, she lowered his waistband and saw just how aroused this was making him. Despite his obvious internal struggle, he was rock hard. Gillian placed her hands on his thighs, only to be stopped by Cal’s hand grasping her chin.

Cal tilted her face up so he could stare into her eyes. “Don’t you dare make me come. You hear?”

Gillian nodded and leaned in slowly. She tasted Cal with the tip of her tongue, then kissed the head of his cock. He tangled his hand in her hair and held her close. She could see tension on his face, almost as though he was waiting for her to recoil. Then Cal sneered, covering his fear with an arrogant grin. He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and tapped the tip against her lips, painting her mouth with his excitement.

“Go on then, love. Open up.” Cal pushed his cock between her lips, sliding over her tongue until she could take no more. “That’s it. Show me what you learned in high school, darling.”

The words hit her straight between her legs, a jolt of unexpected pleasure that made her moan out load. He was probably right-this should probably upset her, should trigger something. Especially because she had never really liked giving blow jobs all that much. But right now his coarse, goading language made her ravenous. Like all she wanted in the world was to get Cal off, to please him. Because that’s what would get her off. Gillian fought the urge to close her eyes, not wanting Cal to misinterpret her reaction. She stared up at him, laving her tongue along his shaft as he pumped his hips into her mouth.

“You really do like that, don’t you?” Cal murmured. He sounded surprised. Excited. He slipped his thumb into her mouth, feeling her tongue work. “And you’re so bloody good at it.”

As though deciding she were too good, Cal backed off, pulling his cock from between her lips. Gillian stayed on her knees, waiting for him to tell her what to do. She had a feeling that if she moved before he spoke, she would draw a reprimand. She hadn’t decided yet whether that would be a good or a bad thing.

“Get on the bed.”

Gillian got to her feet, grateful that she would be able to lie down. Her legs were shaking, weak with arousal. She wanted Cal so badly it hurt. Taking a chance, Gillian ran teasing fingers across Cal’s stomach as she walked past, then inhaled sharply when he grabbed her wrist. His grip bordered on uncomfortable, but the rough touch only stoked her desire higher.

“Getting cocky, Gill?” Cal brought his mouth to her ear, kissing the lobe gently. “You know how I like a challenge.”

“I’m just happy, Cal. There’s a difference.”

Cal pulled back and examined her expression. Then he gestured at the bed. “On your hands and knees. Bum in the air.”

Gillian turned away from him, trying to hide the feeling of shyness that came over her at his request. She had always been a missionary position kind of woman. Taking it from behind was something she’d fantasized about far more than experienced. And this would be the first time with Cal.

“What’s the matter, Foster?” Cal stepped behind her, pressing his erection against her bottom as he wrapped his arms around her middle, just below her breasts. “Good girls don’t let bad boys fuck them doggy style?”

Gillian leaned back against Cal’s chest, comforted by the contact. He made her feel safe enough to try just about anything. There was so much she had never dared imagine outside her fantasies that all of a sudden seemed possible. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Cal tightened his grip as though sensing that she was drawing strength from his embrace.

Patting Cal’s arm, Gillian stepped away from him and got onto the bed. She hugged her pillow, laying her face down on it while she stayed balanced on her knees. Arching her back, she thrust her bottom into the air. Offering herself to Cal.

“There you go, darling.” The mattress sank under Cal’s weight as he climbed behind her. “I knew you had it in you.” He chuckled, then dragged the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to the cool air and his hot gaze. “Now to get me in you.”

Gillian closed her eyes, anticipating his touch. She knew she was wet, but moaned in surprise at just easily his fingers glided through her slick folds.

“Goddamn,” Cal muttered. “You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He yanked her panties aside even further and rubbed his fingers up and down over her labia. The wet sounds made Gillian flush. She buried her face in her pillow, startled by how strongly she was reacting to Cal’s dominance. “Filthy little slag.”

Gillian groaned as he pushed two fingers inside. Normally he started with one, so the extra girth took her by surprise. She felt herself opening up to him, and set her knees apart on the bed so he could press deeper. Cal laughed and withdrew his fingers.

“All those times you came into my office, Foster, so sweet and bloody innocent. And me trying so hard to pretend I didn’t sometimes think of throwing you over my desk and just taking you. I thought I knew you. Thought you’d be horrified by those fantasies. But look at you now. Mine for the taking.” Cal jerked her panties down roughly, then guided them off her legs and tossed them onto the mattress next to her head. Gillian turned her face to the side and stared at them while Cal’s hands found her buttocks and spread her open. “You want me to take you. Don’t you?”

“Please.” Gillian rocked back on her knees, searching for more contact. She whimpered, disappointed, when Cal released her and leaned forward to open the nightstand drawer. He pulled out one of the condoms they never really used, and she watched, transfixed, as he tore it open. “You know you don’t have to wear that.”

“It’s not for my cock,” Cal said. She watched him fit it over his index finger, then moaned when he brought his hand back between her legs. “I’m glad you’re so wet, darling.” She felt him gather her juices on his finger before moving up to circle her anus gently. Gillian stiffened, startled by the foreign touch. “Oh. Not sure what to make of that, are you?”

Gillian was on totally new ground now. She exhaled, willing her racing heart to slow down. The worst thing she could do now was get nervous. The unfamiliar sensation of Cal’s fingertip probing gently at her tight ring of muscle enflamed her, even as she struggled with the uncertainty of how it would feel to let him penetrate her there.

Cal leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back. He had taken off his shirt without her noticing, and his skin warmed her. “You like it, but you don’t think you should.” He slowly worked his fingertip inside, making Gillian pitch forward and gasp into the pillow. Such a strange feeling, but so very delicious. “You’re not supposed to like taking it up the ass, are you? Not you.” Gillian’s body relaxed and Cal slid his finger deeper. “But you do. You bloody love it.”

“Fuck,” Gillian mumbled into the pillow. “Please, Cal.” Her pussy was hot and slick and devastatingly empty, and no matter how good his finger felt in her ass, that wasn’t where she needed him. She pressed her hips backward, taking his finger in as far as it would go. Wanton. Shameless. So needy she wanted to cry.

“Please, what?” Cal withdrew his finger, then thrust it back inside. Gillian cried out into the pillow, surprised by how good it felt. “Please fuck your ass?”

Gillian shook her head. “No.”

“No?” Cal said. The speed of his thrusts increased, harder and deeper. “That’s not what your body is saying.”

Gillian clutched the pillow and gritted her teeth. “I want your cock. In my pussy.”

“Is that right, love?” Cal shifted behind her, and Gillian moaned at sudden pressure on her labia, then the familiar press of his cock at her opening. “This what you need?”

“Yes.” Gillian reached for him blindly, keeping her face against the pillow. She found his arm, the one that still pumped into her, and squeezed. “Please don’t make me beg.”

Then he entered her with his cock, thick and hot, making Gillian cry out in shocked pleasure. She hadn’t expected him to give in that easily. Coming up more fully on her knees, she rocked back against him, not leaving it to Cal to establish their rhythm. She wanted him now, hard, fast, and she wasn’t going to let him draw this out any longer.

Cal’s finger left her ass and she heard the condom being discarded, thrown carelessly on the floor. Then she gasped and went still when his hand cracked sharply against her bottom. He grabbed her hip roughly, pulling her back onto his cock, then spanked her again with his free hand. Gillian’s face went hot even as her pussy tightened around Cal.

“Listen. To. Me.” Cal accompanied each word with a sharp thrust, then punctuated the command with a painful slap on the tender skin of her bottom. “I will make you do what I want.” Smack. “When I want.” A series of deep, battering thrusts. “Understand?”

Gillian nodded quickly. She didn’t know what was most unreal about being treated this way-that she would allow it at all, or that it felt so fucking good. She couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone but Cal. At the same time, she didn’t know how she had gone this long without experiencing the exquisite pleasure-pain he was giving her. It was like she was seeing herself-her desires, her turn-ons, even her limits-in an entirely new light. And it exhilarated her.

Cal reached beneath her and seized her right nipple, tugging sharply on the turgid flesh. Gillian whimpered and squirmed under his touch.

“Understand?” Cal asked again, softer this time. She could hear the concern in his voice so she smiled, knowing he would hear that in hers.

“I understand,” Gillian murmured. She glanced at Cal over her shoulder, smiling wider at the way the sight of him, naked and brooding, ratcheted up her arousal another level. “You’re in charge.”

“Bloody right I am,” Cal said. He hesitated a moment, then withdrew from her, releasing her nipple. At her groan of disappointment, he scowled. “Changed my mind. I want to see your face while I’m fucking you.”

Of course he did. Gillian wasn’t at all surprised by the request. She rolled over beneath him, keeping her legs spread wide. Cal glanced down at her pussy and grinned. One of his hands brushed against her inner thigh as he fit his hips between her thighs. He moved his other hand to her throat.

Gillian swallowed as he curled his fingers around her neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, but he didn’t have to. She was well and truly under his control. Trusting him completely. Gillian’s pussy clenched and she breathed out a moan.

Cal grinned as he dragged his fingers over her labia, coating them in the incredible wetness that poured from her. Gillian whimpered then raised her hips off the bed as he drew back, not wanting to lose the contact. Cal brought his fingers to her face, turned them slightly so she could see how they shone with her juices, then wiped them across her mouth and forced them between her lips.

Caught off-guard, Gillian tried to turn her face away, only to be stopped by the hand on her throat. Cal rubbed his fingers over her tongue, making her taste herself.

“That’s good stuff.” Cal grinned when she began to suck on his fingers, accepting his offering. “Lovely, isn’t it? I’ve never seen you this wet, Gill.” He tilted his head, and she knew he was reading her face again. “Oh, I was wrong about you. Wasn’t I? This isn’t something that would turn on a good girl.”

Gillian waited until he’d taken his fingers out of her mouth to say, “So you admit you were wrong?”

“Don’t get used to it,” Cal said, cracking a genuine smile. One that reached his eyes and made Gillian’s body go warm with something even more intoxicating than arousal. He took his hand from her mouth and used it to slap her breast sharply, the wetness of his fingers making it sting. “And don’t get cocky.”

“Yes, doctor.” Gillian giggled, drawing a harder smack across her other breast. Her laugh turned into a groan. Cal gave her a stern look that brought her good humor under control. “I understand.”

Cal pressed the head of his cock to her opening, met her eyes, then pushed inside. Gillian moaned in relief, then in disappointment when Cal didn’t keep moving. She gave him her best pleading expression. This stopping and starting was pure torture.

Cal leaned back, looking down between them. “Rub your clit. Show me how you get yourself off.”

She should be embarrassed. Shouldn’t she? The woman she had always known herself to be would feel shy about touching herself in front of anyone, even the man she loved. But embarrassment was the last thing Gillian felt. She dropped her hands between her legs and used one to spread herself open, the other to rub gentle circles over her swollen clit. Closing her eyes in relief, Gillian moaned as pleasure built in the pit of her stomach.

The fingers on her throat shifted, and Cal pressed his thumb against the underside of her chin. “Open your eyes, Gill. Look at me while you do that.”

Gillian opened her eyes and gasped at the expression of pure need on Cal’s face. Nobody had ever wanted her as badly as he did right then, in that moment. She could see that. And she had never felt so connected to a lover before, so desperate for him. Her pussy tightened and a wave of pleasure rolled through her body.

“No.” Cal pulled back then thrust inside her again, intensifying the pleasure. “You don’t come until I say you can.” He established a rhythm with his hips, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. “We’ll do this together.”

Gillian stilled her fingers, though she couldn’t bring herself to pull them away from her clit. It felt so good to touch herself, even better now that Cal was moving, so she told herself that she could handle the light pressure of her own hand. That it wouldn’t send her over the edge.

Cal brought a hand to her breast, rubbing and squeezing, and Gillian thought she might pass out right then and there. She grabbed onto Cal’s arm with the hand that wasn’t on her clit, clutched at his tattooed bicep, gritted her teeth. She had to curl her toes to stave off the orgasm that threatened to crash over her.

Cal grinned. “You can hardly stand it.” His own voice sounded labored, as though he had to struggle to get the words out. Sweat shone on his forehead, and his thrusts began to feel jerky and uncontrolled. “Can you?”

Gillian wanted to throw the question back at him, but she knew that wasn’t the right answer. Especially when the last thing in the world she wanted to do was challenge Cal Lightman. Not when he had the power to keep her on the razor’s edge of release for as long as he wanted.

“Please, Cal.” Gillian tightened her grip on his arm, letting him feel the bite of her well-manicured nails. “Please let me fucking come.”

“Do it,” Cal grunted. He leaned forward over her, fucking her so hard that only his hands kept her anchored beneath him. “Let me hear how good it feels to get taken like the dirty slut you are.”

Gillian brushed her fingertips over her clit and that’s all it took. Her pussy contracted around Cal’s cock and she tipped back her head and let out a full-throated shout as she came hard. “Fuck.”

Cal’s hips jerked forward and he cried out hoarsely, spilling his seed deep inside her. His hands left her body and found purchase in the sheets, and he kept himself balanced precariously over her as he rode out what sounded like a shattering climax. Gillian wrapped her arms around his back, pressing on his shoulders until he collapsed on top of her. He was heavy but she craved the feeling of his body on hers, keeping her safe and warm.

“I’m crushing you,” Cal mumbled in her ear.

“Nonsense.” Gillian wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles over the small of his back. She wasn’t about to let him go. His heart thumped madly against her breasts, and his sweat-dampened hair tickled her face. “I like it.”

Cal said nothing, but pressed his mouth to her neck. Gillian turned her face to the side to give him better access. Cal kissed her again, scraping his teeth over her throat. She could feel his lingering anxiety and tightened her full-bodied embrace.

“You didn’t scare me away,” Gillian murmured. She threaded her fingers in his hair, then moved her face so she could kiss his lips. He kissed her back so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes. “I win.”

Chuckling, Cal lifted his face and smirked. “We’ll see.”

“Yes, we will.”

Cal withdrew from her with a smile, then kissed his way down her chest. He paused at each breast to lick her nipples, soothing the still-tingling flesh with his soft tongue. Gillian kept her hand in his hair and closed her eyes, ready to bask in the gentle caresses Cal now offered her. His mouth moved over her belly, across her hip, then lingered at the juncture of her thighs. When he spread her pussy open with his hands, Gillian lifted her head and tightened her grip on Cal’s hair.

“You don’t have to do that,” Gillian murmured. Especially when she had no idea if she could even come again. But Cal just smiled and lowered his face between her legs, touching her oversensitive clit with the flat of his tongue. Immediately she knew that she could come again, and probably without much effort on Cal’s part. In fact her body was screaming for it. “But I’m happy to let you.”

She felt Cal’s mouth curve into a smile against her. For the first time since they entered the bedroom, however, he said nothing. He just licked her, slowly, gently, in a way that coaxed out a moan so wanton she blushed anew. Cal’s hands rested on her belly, his fingers stroking careful patterns over her ribs. Reverent. Worshipful. Full of love.

Gillian was right-it took no time at all for Cal to draw out another orgasm. This one made her thighs quake and tears leak from her eyes, and she had to hold onto one of Cal’s hands to keep from falling apart altogether. She squeezed his fingers frantically when she could stand no more, and he stopped, surging up her body to capture her mouth in another slow kiss.

She curled her hand around the back of his neck, holding his forehead against his. His eyes shone with emotion as he stared down at her, and his face was as unguarded as she had ever seen it.

“All right, love?” Cal shifted to the side so he no longer lay on top of her, but he kept his forehead pressed to hers.

“Oh, yes.” Gillian laughed and snuggled into Cal’s body. His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. Kissing him again, Gillian drew away after a moment and studied his face. He looked happy. Really and truly pleased in a way she rarely saw from him.  “You’re not nearly the bad boy you think you are, Cal. Sorry to tell you.”

“Seems I was wrong about both of us, then.”

“Oh? I’m not a good girl anymore?”

Cal exhaled, laughing. “Darling, I think you may have been lying about that the whole time.”

“The long con.” Gillian shot him a sly grin. “Such an easy mark.”

Cal snorted. “Getting cocky again, are we?”

Gillian sighed and lay her face on Cal’s shoulder. “Not yet. I need time to recover.”

“Good. Me too, I’m sorry to say.”

A fantastic idea occurred to Gillian and she popped up, giving Cal an excited smile. “Chocolate cake has amazing restorative properties.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Cal raised an eyebrow. “It’s not even noon!”

“There’s never a wrong time for cake.”

Cal grinned broadly and pulled Gillian down for a hard kiss. When they broke apart, he cupped her cheek in his hand. “Don’t ever change, Foster. You hear me?”

“The same goes for you, Lightman. Really.”

Cal shook his head, tangling a lock of her hair around his fingers. “Not when we’re so good together just like this.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Gillian said. She waited a moment, then put on the most beguiling expression she had in her arsenal. “Chocolate cake?”

“Bloody hell,” Cal grumbled affectionately. He rolled his eyes and sat up, tickling Gillian’s side. “All right. I’ll even throw caution to the wind and have a bite.”

Gillian gave Cal an approving grin. “Bad boy.”

He grinned back. “Absolutely.”

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