ChapterSix
Samuel
“Did you get enough to eat?” I ask as I look at the half-eaten plate of food and the picked-over pancakes. “You didn’t like it?”
“Oh, no, it was wonderful, thank you. I, um…” Parker looks down at her hands and then finally back at me. “Honestly, I’m nervous.”
We’re sitting on the side of my office next to the window, and the late morning light is streaming in around her and making her look like an angel. We’re on the couch facing one another with breakfast on the small table next to us.
The sigh she lets out is telling as I look at the tension going through her shoulders. “Tell me what makes you the most nervous, and I’ll do my best to ease that for you.”
Her laugh is indulgent as she shakes her head. “You’re acting like any of this is normal.”
“Don’t misunderstand me.” I reach out and take her hand in mine because I need to know what it feels like. “There’s nothing about the way I feel that’s normal.” I’m staring at our joined fingers when she keeps going.
“You mean you don’t ask every intern to do what you’re asking of me?”
My head snaps up, and I’m genuinely shocked. “No,” I answer with finality. “I’ve never done this before.”
“How can I believe you?” There’s something like hurt in her voice, and I reach up to brush her hair away from her face.
“I don’t think something like this can be proven with words. It has to be done with actions.”
“And how can you show that in action?” Her brows furrow, but I wonder if she even realized she leaned into my touch.
“Let’s start with the reason I asked you to come home with me tonight.” She licks her lips nervously as I take the napkin in her lap and toss it on the table. “And what I asked you to do.”
“Oh…okay.” She licks them again, and god, do I want to kiss her right now. Those plump cherry lips are just glistening and waiting for me.
“Maybe we should start with something smaller?” I offer.
“Like what?” She seems to relax a little, and I like that she’s moved closer to me.
“Maybe instead, you let me see a little something now. That way when it’s time to go, you won’t feel so shy.”
“What do you want me to show you?” She looks down at her body as if considering what my answer is going to be.
“Parker.” When I say her name, her eyes come back to meet mine. “I swear to you that I won’t hurt you. Ever. I’ve never done this before, and I’m not one to make demands from anyone.” I breathe deep and fill my chest with the truth. “But something about you has changed that, and now all I can think about is ordering you to do what I want.”
Her lips part, and my hand slides down her body and to her waist. With one quick jerk, she’s closer to me, and our bodies are pressed against one another.
“Let me tell you what to do and then see if you like it,” I whisper just low enough for her to hear, and she only hesitates for a second before she nods.
In one smooth motion, I pull her over one of my thighs so that she’s straddling it. Her skirt pushes up just a little, and I can already feel the heat of her center scorching my leg. Her hands automatically go to my chest to brace herself, and seeing her on me is almost too much. My cock is straining against the material of my pants, and I’m not sure how much longer the stitches in the material will hold.
“Look how pretty you are.” I brush her hair over her shoulder and then slide my hands down her sides reverently. When I get to her waist, I stop there and grip her hips tightly. “Let’s see how pretty you are when you cum.”
“Oh god.” Her breath hitches as I rock her hips forward on my thigh and then back a little.
“I think doing this will make you feel better and show you just how good I can be to you.”
Holding her with one hand, I use the other to push up the soft material of her skirt just a little. Only enough so that I can see her pretty white panties rubbing on the muscle of my thigh. Her pussy is flat against it, and it looks so soft as I move her back and forth. Her hands tighten on my chest as she begins to rock slowly and steadily.