Chasing Imperfection (Chasing 2)

I hardened my resolve and turned away from him. I sauntered towards the middle of his large oak desk and lifted my ass to sit atop. The cognac I took started to work its magic over me.

The wicked side of me rejoiced.

He was still rooted to the spot where I left him. His eyes watched every single move I made. He looked like a sleek panther, predatory and ready to pounce. His beautiful face was hard but his dynamic eyes spoke volumes.

Waiting….

I held his eyes and scooted a bit more on the desk for space. I held the slit of my dress and opened it. My legs were open wide, for his viewing. My pu**y exposed for his scrutiny.

Still, he held eye contact and didn’t move an inch. I touched my inner thigh with a finger and traced it all the way to my crotch. I gleefully gasped from the contact. His eyes darkened. My face broke into a smile. Gotcha. My middle finger found my nub and I started to rub it. We were having a silent conversation through our eyes. My eyes were telling him “How long will you last watching me touch myself until you fold?”

His eyes told me that I was playing with fire. But I didn’t care—I felt free and so….alive.

I pulled the fabric knot on my neck with my free hand. My br**sts spilled free and I think I heard him grunt painfully. “Do you like watching me, Blake? You like me out of control, don’t you?” My eyes daring him as I bit my lip, cupped my breast and moaned achingly. I was rubbing myself furiously as I touched my br**sts. Together, both sensations were getting intense and I threw my head back with reckless abandon.

“Damn you, Sienna!” he roared and my gold/green eyes snapped back at him. He was standing before me, his eyes glazed with blatant desire as he watched me rub myself. He released a guttural growl and shoved two fingers inside my hole. My body crumpled from the feel of him….from the knowledge that he can’t resist me, the way I can’t resist him.

I rocked my hips back and forth, biting my bottom lip. “Come for me. I want to see you beautifully come apart.”

I whimpered when he captured my nipple and furiously slid his fingers in and out of me.

“Blake—FUCK! You’re driving me crazy! I want you….I’ll always want you…” I gasped for air as I violently convulsed around him.

He pulled his fingers out and made me lick my juices off. I fumbled at his trousers and sighed when my hand captured him. The satiny rock-hard c**k twitched when I stroked it. “You’re so big—it’s hard to resist a man who is well-endowed and quite gifted in the shagging department.” My teasing tone made him pause and he became eerily still.

He took my chin and stared right through me. I was a little more than taken aback from change of his demeanor. I was perplexed, stupefied. What is he doing? Can’t we just f**k? I wanted to say but I was paralyzed by the depth of his scrutinizing eyes.

His eyes were flicking back and forth, studying and searching….searching for answers.WTF? My heart was galloping like a wild horse. What’s he doing?!

I started to panic but I can’t break eye contact. I want to but his searing gaze froze me on the spot. “Blake….I’m ready for you….what are you waiting for?” I rasped out, a little desperate. I want it to be about sex, only sex and nothing else.

“Kiss me.”

What?

“Excuse me? Did I just hear you right? You want to make out instead of being inside me?” I questioned his motives with apparent disbelief.

“Kiss me, Sienna.” He whispered softly as he hovered around my bottom lip.

My brain was muddled and my body was humming.

“Kiss me like you mean it. Show me what your heart is feeling. Show me how I affect you.”

With a frustrated groan, I grabbed both of his cheeks and kissed him, just as he asked. After five minutes with our lips only touching—wrestling as our emotions took a strong hold over us and out of nowhere, he pulled away. I gasped as he extracted his lips from mine.

His eyes were murderous….incensed….and very empty. I was about to ask a question when he jammed his c**k inside me with a fast powerful thrust. “I hate you!” he spat out with pure venom as he pummeled my pu**y harder. I was dismayed and a little hurt from his declaration but my strung out body was responding to him….He was rough and my back was hurting from my arched position as I held my upper body with my palms on the hard desk to give me leverage. “I f**king hate you! You like being a whore for me, Sienna?” his voice thundered as he held my neck, slightly choking me. Large hands held my delicate neck as he bashed my pu**y callously, impaling me in place. His large c**k was so deep, I felt him all the way in my stomach. Every thrust grazed my cervix and I was moaning from his feral, primitive f**king.

The familiar build of climax coiled inside me. The earth-shattering quakes of my orgasm arrived with a heavy, deafening impact. My body was convulsing as Blake choked me a little tighter. With one last brutal thrust, he violently came. “I hate you,” he snarled. Chanting those words a few times like a mantra while his c**k heavily pulsated with each spurt of se**n he unloaded inside me.

I’m wounded and pained. He hated me but it didn’t stop either of us from using each other. Sex is such a compelling weapon whether you love or hate the other person involved.

“This has got to stop, Sienna. This is not a game I want to participate anymore. Find someone else to play with.” His desolate, penetrating eyes mutilated me.

I was immobilized as I watched him pull out of me and hastily zip his pants. He bounded for the door but stopped in his tracks before turning to open the brass door handle.

My breathing stopped.

“You have to let me go because I certainly have left you.” With those parting words, he left with a loud thud.

I heard my heart crack in two but I willed myself not to crumble, not in the middle of his goddamn birthday party.

I shakily gathered myself and dashed quickly upstairs. Some of the guests gave me a quick glance, possibly wondering about my bedraggled, sexed-up state but I brushed past them without a backward glance.

Once in the bedroom, I let out a small pained sound.

I have to let him go….. I have to let him go…..but how?

How do you stop loving someone? How do I stop being so addicted to him?

20

Blake

The next morning I avoided everyone like the plague. After that blasted sexual showdown last night, I barely slept a wink. Sienna’s like a drug. You crave her more even knowing quite well that she’s bad for you.

I let myself into my study. One glance at my desk was all it took and all the memories came flooding back like the hounds of hell.