Heart Song Anthology by Carolyn Faulkner (e reader pdf best TXT) 📕

chin on Warrington’s shoulder. She brought her face close to his. He dropped the paper he was holding, turning to look into her eyes. He smiled, creases forming at the corner of his eyes.

“You take too much on.”

“I’ve got help.” Looking at his watch, he said, “I’ve got Chef and the director of catering meeting me shortly. They’ve got it pretty much in hand, I’m just overseeing things.”

Warrington moved around his desk to the opposite side where Alison stood. Alison watched him move, remaining motionless. He came up behind her, standing, his head buried in her long, chocolate brown hair, his lips close to her ear.

“Do you have to go soon?” she asked, looking forward.

“I have some time,” he whispered into her ear.

Alison made to move her head to face him, but he reached up and held her chin, gently but firmly, keeping her face forward, away from his. “Alison,” he whispered again.

The breath of his voice made Alison’s skin tingle. She knew that voice, wanted that voice, but at the same time, never heard it, here, in his office. She didn’t come here for this; she was simply in the area and dropped by. But now that it was happening, was she all right with it? Surprising herself, Alison decided she was, she was all right with this. Being in his office, this was new, it was different, and she liked it. Quite recently, she’d begun to think about new and different ways she could be with him, she was pleased that he was thinking the same way, even though they had never discussed it. Should she bring it up now? No, certainly not. Best to just go with it, go with the excitement of the thought, and the possibility of the action. She liked that Warrington wanted her this way.

“Yes, sir,” she replied as she knew she had to. She could feel Warrington’s smile broaden from where his mouth rested on the side of her head.

“Alison, are you willing?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes, sir, what? Explain.” The hand that held her chin now slid down her neck. He opened his hand wide to encompass her throat. He pushed her head back, squeezing gently.

Alison tried to answer the question, but the constant pressure on her throat made it difficult. She strained to speak, and when she did, her words came out hoarsely. “I’m willing. I want you to take me here.”

The pressure on Alison’s neck increased, Warrington holding her tighter. Breathing became more difficult. Alison opened her lips, her mouth, trying to suck in air. Little got through. She began to feel faint. The pressure on her neck increased.

Just when she felt she would lose consciousness, Warrington released his grip on her neck, but not on her. She slumped a little, filling her lungs and clearing her head. As she slumped, Warrington grabbed her elbows, spinning her around, his face close to hers.

As her head cleared, so did her vision. She saw Warrington’s sparkling, desirous eyes looking down into hers.

He squinted, then said, “Over there.”

Alison knew what this meant, what Warrington wanted. “Yes, sir,” she croaked, her voice still rough from his grip.

Alison looked over her shoulder at the couch across the room. She looked back at Warrington, smiled, and moved towards the couch.

Motionless, Warrington watched Alison cross the room.

When she reached the couch, she stopped, turning to face him. She looked back at him, inquiringly.

He stepped towards her. “Get undressed.”

Alison was quick to obey. She began unbuttoning her blouse, her head downcast towards her buttons, but her eyes focused upwards on Warrington. She tossed her blouse aside and unclasped her bra. Her small breasts were still high and firm, despite having a child. She stood topless as Warrington reached her.

He extended a hand, roughly slapping her left breast, then her right. Red welts rose immediately.

“Thank you, sir,” Alison said.

She reached for him, but he pulled back just out of her reach. “I will tell you when you can touch me,” he said. “Take off your underwear.”

Alison began to undo the clasp to her skirt.

“No.” Warrington’s word stopped her. “Leave it on, just the underwear.”

Alison reached up under her skirt and pulled off the black thong she wore.

Warrington stepped forward, pinching the nipple of her left breast with the fingers of his right hand.

Alison was caught off guard by the sharp pain in her breast. It took her breath away. She leaned into him and the pain.

Warrington squeezed the nipple harder.

“Yes, sir,” Alison gasped into his chest. “Yes, sir.”

Warrington reached around her waist and slid his left hand under her skirt, cupping Alison’s round, ample ass. His hand was warm and his touch gentle, in sharp contrast to the pinch of his right hand.

Alison slid her hips backwards, equally enjoying the gentle touch as much as the pain.

Suddenly Warrington pinched her ass, forcing Alison to start upwards.

Her upwards motion pulled hard on the nipple clamped between Warrington’s fingers. Pain, pleasure, pain, it was all exquisite. Alison felt her pussy warming because of Warrington’s touch.

“Do you like it?” Warrington was growling in her ear.

“I do, sir. I do like it.”

“What part do you like?”

Alison knew Warrington liked it. If the size of his erection pressing against his dress pants was any indication, he liked it a lot.

“All of it,” she said, moving her hand to rub Warrington through the front of his trousers.

Warrington released her ass from his pinching fingers, but continued his clamp on her nipple, beginning to roll it between his fingers.

The pain shot from Alison’s breast to her pussy. She could feel the wetness growing, flowing.

Quickly, without warning, Warrington smacked Alison’s ass with his hand. He smacked her so hard she jumped up, pulling her nipple free of Warrington’s grip in the process.

Alison looked down to see her nipple, deliciously red and swollen.

Both hands free, Warrington shoved them under Alison’s skirt, grabbing her ass cheeks. He pulled her close in doing so.

Alison, a head shorter than Warrington, smiled into his chest. “I like that, sir.”

“What? What do you like?” Warrington