Chapter Six
Dessi
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t wanted to suck her cock the moment she hired me. It was a test, you see—a little experiment to determine if choking on her length would erase the permanent furrows between her brows.
Now, after three whole years, I’d get to prove my hypothesis.
There was no going back. Especially with the wine flowing through my veins. I placed my palms on her knees and felt them tense.
“There is no conceivable outcome in which this ends well.”
Her words were sharp, strained.
“I’m not hearing a no, Ms. Burns.”
Something flickered in her gaze, dark and dangerous.
My palms trailed upward over the lithe muscles along her thighs. Damn Alpha physique. Every inch of her was sculpted and taut, a far cry from what lay beneath my bathrobe.
“Nothing between us would be acceptable because of our power imbalance.” Her fingers curled into fists where they sat on my couch. “I am your superior. I cannot initiate anything inappropriate—”
“But you’re not initiating it, are you?” Misplaced need twisted in my belly. “I am. Your inferior little assistant. On my knees. Wondering how your cock would taste.”
Her lips thinned to a slash as she gazed down at me. I knew that look—disapproval. Fuck if that didn’t make me wet.
“Glare at me all you want,” I said, leaning forward into the cloud of her pheromones. A deep breath did nothing to steady my nerves. “I can still see your erection straining against the front of your trousers, Ms. Burns. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve thought about this, too?”
My palm slid over the smooth forest green slacks and cupped the hardness buried beneath. Fuck. Even through the wool, I felt the heat of her skin, the pulse of her need.
“Maybe…” I taunted, squeezing just enough for her breath to catch. “You sit in your office all day watching me through the glass with that annoying frown on your face when, in reality, you want nothing more than to bend me over your desk.”
Her nostrils flared.
Tell me no, I willed her. Prove me wrong.
“Is that why you keep me so busy?” Through the wool, her cock pulsed in my grip. “So I’d never have any time to entertain other Alphas? Because you want me all to yourself?”
Her only response was a burst of breath as I pushed down on her hardness, feeling the muscle of her knot swell and expand at the base.
“Maybe you wanted to make sure I was touch starved so I’d encourage any Alpha’s affections… Even yours.” With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I placed both palms beneath her hips and angled them forward. Perhaps it was my imagination, but it felt like she moved with me, not resisting my grip.
Perfect. I leaned down, letting my breath ghost over the opening of her trousers.
“Is that what you want, Ms. Burns?” I asked, dragging my tongue across her bulge. “To ruin any chance I have at a social life so you could keep me all to yourself?”
Fuck, she smelled phenomenal. The maddening scent of her skin had long since made its way into my blood, and with each breath, I was becoming more her than me.
I stilled when her fingers dipped into my curls and gripped my scalp.
“Ms. Nayak,” she said, the familiar tenor of her voice laced with breathlessness. “Do you ever stop talking?”
I felt my lips curl. “Not unless there’s something thick and hard in my mouth.”
Her fingers tightened over my scalp, the rasp of her nails making me see stars.
“Take it out.”
Her command shivered through me, lighting every nerve on fire. As I reached for the row of gold buttons, I wondered if she noticed how badly my fingers shook. Of course she did—this was my tyrant of a boss. She noticed every single thing so she could use her knowledge to make my life worse.
I wasn’t surprised when she refused to help me. Instead, her grip remained steady in my hair as I struggled to undo all four buttons around the straining length of her cock.
Beneath, she wore a thong made of the softest cotton.
It was also forest green, of course, because I doubted she knew other colors existed in the world.
But the sight of it, the way her cock curled and pushed against the thin vee of fabric…
I gulped loudly, struggling to keep any unsightly drooling at bay.
“Thongs should be illegal for Alphas like you,” I said, leaning into her grip. As I moved, the tight peak of my nipple brushed her knee. So I did it again and again.
“Stop.” The command in her voice startled me. I realized I’d shut my eyes to savor the pleasure from that small contact. “Did I say you could use my knee to get yourself off?”
“I wasn’t—”
The look in her eyes was enough to make me shut up.
“I think you’ve got the wrong idea here, omega.” Her words were slow, calculated. “You seem to think you’re in charge.”
I watched her nostrils flare.
“What you want is inconsequential,” she continued. Her fingers loosened from my hair, trailing over my jaw to caress my cheek. “What matters is my pleasure.”
What a selfish fucking asshole—
Even as the thought tripped through my mind, something inside me quivered at the note of unrivaled authority in her voice. Each word from her lips was like a string, invisible and taut, pulling me closer and weakening every part of me.
Her thumb found my lips, tracing the bottom curve.
“Isn’t that right, Ms. Nayak?” she asked, watching every flicker of emotion cross my features. “You exist only to please me.”
I had lost control of the situation. When I’d initiated this fun and flirty interlude, I’d thought it would be a way to throw my control freak boss off her high horse, but she’d turned the tables all too easily.
The twinkle in her eye told me exactly how much she reveled in my annoyance.
“Say it,” she breathed, challenge rife in her tone. “Say you exist only to please me and I’ll give you what you so desperately want.”
Her fingers slipped away from my mouth and landed on the obscene display of her hard cock beneath the thong. I watched with anger and lust boiling in my belly as she slipped her fingers into the thin waistband and tugged the skimpy piece of fabric down.
On instinct, I lurched forward, but her palm fell against my forehead, holding me back.
“Say it.” There was no room in her voice for pleas and bargains. “Say what I want to hear, Ms. Nayak.”
“I…” Fuck, the words refused to part from my lips. I watched as her fingers curled over her cock, stroking, squeezing, as each long breath tumbled out of her. A drop of slick pearled at her tip, dripping down and lubricating her grip.
“I exist to please you.”
The words emerged in a rush, barely discernible against the heady feeling of my need.
“Come here, omega,” she said, the endearment a throaty purr. “Get your reward.”