Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Dessi
I hated that she knew exactly how I liked it, how I craved it, even when I hadn’t uttered a single word. Her palms cupped my ass possessively, her groans of pleasure low and raspy in my ears as I kissed every inch of skin I could press my lips to.
“Stop.”
Just one word—one small breath against my lips.
I froze, awaiting instruction like a damn dog…
Not because I was scared, but because I couldn’t not listen to a command from her.
Her tone held that perfect edge, the one that made my pulse spike and my breath hitch.
She didn’t have to raise her voice. Oh, no.
She knew all too well how to weave control into something quieter.
I stayed frozen on her lap, muscles tight with waiting as she leaned back to take in my nakedness with only a small pair of pink polka-dotted boy shorts in the way.
Her hand slid across my waist, fingers dragging over the little ribbon at the front of the briefs—just enough to remind me that my stillness was no accident. I was still because she’d told me to be.
“Are you wet, Ms. Nayak?”
“I—” I swallowed the denial with a painful gulp. “Yes.”
“Good,” she breathed, the deep green of her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “That’s a good girl.”
The way those last two words coiled down my spine made my legs weak.
She gathered me close and flipped me onto the couch, forcing my hair over the side of the armrest.
“You’ve had your fun,” she said, kneeling between my thighs. “Now it’s my turn.”
Slowly, as though testing how far she could push me, she bent my legs until my knees rested on my chest. The angle tilted my hips up and left my core more exposed than I was used to. Our eyes met over the pink-covered mound.
“I have only one rule,” she said, holding my gaze. “Keep your knees to your chest, or you don’t get to come.”
She maneuvered my hands so they were clasped over my upturned thighs. I held them down with a desperation I would never admit out loud.
One thing I knew for certain about my boss was that she never said anything she didn’t mean.
She always carried through with every threat, every warning, every promise.
But I also knew that she didn’t speak without thinking through her words first, and every sentence that came out of her mouth was like a binding contract.
Aiven’s cruelty and relentlessness went hand in hand. I had no doubt she would leave me here, unfulfilled and on the verge of tears, if I let my legs drop for one single second.
She ran her fingers down the sensitive skin on the back of my thighs as though testing their warmth. I squirmed, sucking in a breath.
“Ticklish,” I protested, and she drew her touch away.
“I will say this about you, Ms. Nayak,” she said as she spread herself on the couch between my thighs. “You always smell so damn good.”
“What?” Surprise forced me into an involuntary sit-up. “Really?”
Her gaze glittered darkly. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
“No.” I hated how breathless I sounded. “I just… You think I smell good? You’ve always thought I smelled good?”
“Like sweet peaches and cream.” She inched lower and took a deep breath just above the soaked center of my underwear. The shudder that wracked her body made my stomach curl in impossible ways.
“I—”
“Hush.” Another command. One I was more inclined to obey. “You’ve had your reward. Now be good while I have mine.”
The very idea that she considered my sopping wet pussy a reward sent a thrill down my spine.
She tugged at the underwear and the wet cotton gave way with a loud squelch.
“You must have really liked sucking my cock.” The words were a velvet purr as she gathered the fabric to the side. “I’ve never seen an omega this wet.”
I squirmed, trying to glance over the fold of my belly to get a glimpse of what she was looking at, but a sharp rap to my thighs forced my head back down again.
Her fingers moved slowly, sliding through the slick that coated every inch of my sensitive skin.
I knew it. I knew she’d torture me like this.
Drawing out pleasure was one thing, but fucking my mouth and leaving me without an orgasm was a torture tactic only Aiven Burns would use.
Every inch of my skin was taut and ready for the final fall, for that sharp snap of release.
Instead, her fingers glided slowly like I wasn’t on the verge of tears.
As her thumb ghosted over the nub of my clit, my nails dug into my thighs, no doubt leaving marks behind.
“Needy, aren’t we?”
“Just… I… Fuck.”
My world dropped between my thighs. As she circled my clit, I found my hips moving in tandem, chasing the slight pressure that relaxed as soon as it got good.
“You’re so delightfully pink here.”
Her words were almost reverent, but I barely registered them.
Everything in me followed the rhythm of her fingers, my breaths turning choppy, sweat beading on my brow as each circle grew quicker, the pressure curling deeper.
My clit throbbed, needing direct contact, but this was fine.
Circles were fantastic. I could work with circles—
“Do not come.”
It was a warning, a threat.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
The words burst free, anger radiating from each one.
I was done playing her game—so done. How dare she tease me into a quivering mess and deny me the one thing I wanted above all else?
“Watch your mouth.”
I bristled, my body pounding like one big heartbeat waiting for release.
“If you don’t know how to eat me out, just say that.”
I wanted to hurt her ego and deliberately bruise it with my words. All I received in return was a chuckle without any true mirth.
“Oh, Ms. Nayak.” Her breaths were warm against my pussy. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
Make me, I thought deliriously. Make me regret it.
The thought was gnawed off by the skillful slide of her tongue. In long, calculated strokes, she lapped along the seam of my lips, the hood of my clit, the sensitive puckered skin of my opening… But never exactly where I needed her.
Oh, this was war—a ruthless battle only someone like Aiven Burns could create. She took perverse enjoyment in my cries, my mewls, my silent hip-thrusts for more. Nothing I did made her move any faster, lick any higher.
Tears slipped into my hair, mingling with the sweat that had long since gathered at my nape.
“Please,” I choked out. She had reduced me to a boneless, spineless thing that had no qualms about begging for pleasure.
“Please what?” she taunted, her fingers coming up to tease my entrance as her tongue hovered just out of reach.
“Please.” I wet my lips, my throat clicking drily. “Please lick my clit.”
My arms were starting to shake with the effort of holding my legs up, but the discomfort was forgotten in a heartbeat when she pulled my hood back and slicked her tongue right over the little nub that ached for attention.
I whimpered, arching into her as she targeted each heavy flick right over the spot that needed her the most. Again and again, she stroked me into a desire-whipped frenzy, forcing me to chase the orgasm she held just out of reach.
When her fingers eased into me, tight around the opening that was already aching for her, there was no holding back the tide. Not any longer.
Nerves sparked to life in my belly and ran along my limbs.
“I’m—please—I’m going to—”
Her fingers curled against the spot that made me see stars.
“You may come, omega.”
The orange glow of the fireplace turned a brilliant sparking white as pleasure crested, shattering everything in its path. Aiven didn’t let up. Instead, she began sucking on my clit, drawing out the orgasm until there was nothing left of me.
Soulless, mindless, I lay in a pool of my own sweat.
My thighs had fallen at some point during my release and they were splayed wide on the sofa, quivering, straining.
Gentle fingers eased tears from my cheeks.
“We can stop here,” she said as I tried—and failed—to gather breath. She hovered over me, her woolen suit brushing my bare nipples as she pressed a kiss to my forehead, my cheeks, my eyelids.
“No,” I whispered, my head fogging with a sweet afterglow. “No, I want to feel you inside me.”
“Dessi.”
Fuck, how could I tell her that I loved it when she slipped and called me by my first name?
I pressed my hips up, seeking the hot length of her cock. She groaned, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“Will you fuck me the way I’ve dreamed about?” I asked, the last of my survival instincts melting away in the debris of my orgasm.
Her gaze met mine, dark with a possessive greed that made my belly tremble.
“You dreamed about this?” She dragged her cock against my straining clit. “You dreamed about getting stretched out by my cock?”
Oh, she had a filthy mouth.
I whined in agreement, licking her neck.
“All the time,” I whispered into her ear. “Sometimes, I can only fall asleep if I imagine you bending me over your desk.”
I watched her eyes widen slightly before she masked her surprise.
“In my fantasy,” I said, unbuttoning her vest and slipping my fingers over her hard nipples. “I make a silly little mistake and you pull me over your knee where everyone can see us.”
Her breaths stuttered as I pinched the points of her nipples.
“And you spank me,” I stuttered. “Until I get so wet. Then you show everyone what a filthy omega I truly am.”
I angled my hips again, dragging my core over her cock.
The vein on her temple appeared, green and pulsing. Except this time, I knew that it had nothing to do with anger, and everything to do with my sopping wet pussy.
“I’m your filthy omega, aren’t I, Ms. Burns?” I breathed, slicking my tongue across the shell of her ear. “And filthy omegas get bred.”
I abandoned her nipples and reached down, angling her girthy cock where I needed her most.
“Breed me, Ms. Burns,” I whined as she sank down an inch, then another. “I’m yours. This is the only cock I want to suck. The only cock I want pounding inside me.”
“Dessi—”
My name was cut off as she pushed deeper, waiting for me to adjust before she inched further.
It had been a while since anything more than a vibrator had found its way inside me, but the sensation of being stretched and opened and owned was too delicious to stop.
“You’re so tight.”
The words were strained between clenched teeth, and I gave her a teasing squeeze just to test her a little more. She cursed, burying her face in my neck.
Oh.
I stilled, her cock buried halfway inside me as her tongue fluttered over my mating gland.
Motherfucker. I couldn’t find my breath. Any semblance of thought withered as quickly as it formed.
Perhaps logic should have reared its ugly head to tell her to back off. After all, this was most likely a one-time thing with no possibility of a future. There would be no biting, no claiming, no marking.
Absolutely not.
But none of those thoughts manifested into words. Instead, I curled my fingers into her hair and pressed her mouth more firmly against my mating gland, whispering: “Fuck me, Alpha. Take me like you’ve always wanted to.”
Everything inside me burned for more.
She pulled my thighs firmly over her waist, sinking lower. The feel of her inside me, taking control, filling me, stuffing me impossibly full with her need…
The next several inches slipped inside without much trouble.
“Oh yes.”
Were they her words or mine? I couldn’t tell anymore. All I could focus on was the pleasure radiating between my legs and the lithe muscles of the Alpha grunting above me, her dark pheromones cupping us like a third lover.
Her hips snapped quickly—not a slow slide any longer but hard thrusts that rubbed against the sensitive bud of my clit. With each downward push, her knot prodded at my pussy, demanding entrance.
“Are you going to open for me, Ms. Nayak?” she asked, her breath choppy in my ear. “Are you going to take my knot and hold my come like the good little omega you are?”
“Yes!” The word burst from me as she fell into a swift, pounding rhythm.
“Let me hear how much you love to be bred.”
Her words sent a shower of sparks through my belly and I tightened around her, bracing for the inevitable fall.
A loud sob wracked my limbs as the pressure between my thighs became far too much. Release crested through me and Aiven pushed in hard as my body yielded beneath her.
There was a slight give, a little relaxing of the muscles around my entrance.
The crack in her breathing told me she felt it, too.
She chased it like a woman possessed, pounding with renewed purpose.
I lay like a willing rag doll beneath her, tracking the vein pulsing on her forehead and gorging on the pheromones that flared like the edges of a tinder box.
With one quick push, her knot slid into me with a sucking sound. The pinch of pain sent me into a spiral of pleasure—a wave of exquisite sensations that rippled outward, expanding until my fingers and toes went numb with it.
Her teeth paused on my mating gland for just a second before she bit down, not hard enough to break skin but just right for me to see stars.
I crumbled around her, squeezing her knot and relishing the sharp groan from her lips as she came apart inside me.
“Give me everything you’ve got, Alpha,” I breathed, submitting to her bite, her cock, her come.