CHAPTER 52DENISE
CHAPTER 52
DENISE
“This beautiful woman, here. You look like a fairy princess,” Bill said. He was sitting at his desk as I walked up to the doors.
“Aww, thank you, Bill. How’ve you been?” I asked, walking over and resting against his desk.
“My only complaint is I haven’t seen you in weeks,” he said, leaning forward.
“I’ve been on overtime timeout,” I replied, chuckling.
Gazing behind me, he tilted his head and gave me that knowing look he always seemed to have for me. “Where’s your boy?”
“He didn’t beat me here?” I asked, surprised.
“Oh, so y’all finally went and fell in love, huh?” he asked, his eyebrows going up. I couldn’t help but give that smile back to him.
“I guess you saw it first,” I replied, shaking my head and chuckling.
“I see everything,” he replied. “I just need my nephew to get his head of out his ass about your friend.”
Leaning forward, I grabbed his wrist, “Who’s your… Bill. Look at you with your secrets!” I hissed.
He laughed, his hand covering mine. “Go on. I’ll make sure no one follows you up.” He gave me a wink and I gave him a final glimpse as I moved through the scanner.
“Your secret is safe with me,” I said, walking backward toward the elevator.
“Yours too,” he said as the elevator doors shut.
I was sitting at my desk, staring out at the city. It was so easy to get lost in everything. So much had changed for me, but everything up here was exactly the same. I’d found myself in this same spot, sometimes stressed or in tears, but all I could feel in that specific moment was light.
“You know what we haven’t done yet?” he asked. I turned to see his hands move deep into his suit pockets as he leaned against the doorway. Crossing my arms, I turned fully to him.
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“Christened your office.” He gave me a sly smile and I scoffed.
Bolting up from my seat, I wasn’t even around the desk before he’d caught me around the waist and pulled my back to his front.
“Where are you going?” he purred into my ear. My treacherous stomach flipped as arousal pooled and centered at the apex of my already slick thighs.
“I’m sore.” He pulled my face to the side and gave me a look. “…And I don’t like you thinking you have a sure thing,” I whispered. He laughed as his hands moved across my breasts over my dress as he ripped the wings off my back. I pulled the wig from his head as he swept my hair away from my neck and his tongue traveled up to my earlobe and bit down.
“You were able to run, I don’t think you’re sore enough,” he said, walking me towards the desk and placing my hands above my head. I felt the familiar silk winding its way around my wrists before I was once again face down, ass up, and tied to a Foxx Ventures desk.
“…And I think you just like misbehaving because it gets you what you want,” he said as his hands felt along my hips before he lifted my dress and felt the bare skin of my ass. I heard the smack before I felt it burning my already reddened skin. Jumping, I leaned back, desperate for more.
“What do you—”
“Thank you,” I replied, the words falling off my lips.
His finger dipped down, entering me with little resistance. “It’s impossible to not think of you like this, bent over, ass up. Losing control. Gushing all over me.”
I mewled under him as another finger joined the first, pumping and stretching me open. My nails dug into the ties at my wrists, trying to work them free. Every inch of me was starting to burn and I needed to touch him, feel the fabric of his clothes beneath my fingers, run my tongue along the smooth skin of his neck, and see the way his pupils dilated when he watched me come.
Another stinging slap took me by surprise, and I clenched against his fingers, pulling them deeper into me.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” I replied.
A moan left my mouth as he dug deeper into me, feeling as much of my slick heat as he could reach. When he pulled out, I groaned until I heard his zipper coming down. Another slap had me calling out as his hands came to the stinging flesh, kneading and massaging.
He brought his hands down at the same time before surging forward and filling me. The material of his suit pants rubbed against my angry flesh as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on my lower back, pinning me to the desk as he started a series of brutal thrusts that stole my breath.
“And whose dick is this?”
“Mine,” I growled.
When he slammed into me again, need coiled tightly in my stomach and I had to bite my tongue. Begging for more wouldn’t help. When he threaded his hands into my hair and pulled hard, I came, crying out as his thrusts continued, bouncing against my cheeks and throwing me into orgasm after orgasm. Every time it seemed like he was going to slow down, a hand came to one of my burning cheeks, striking hard and leaving me wiggling, trying to get away from him.
“Did I say we were done?”
He dragged my body back towards the edge of the desk and flipped me over. When I looked up at him, I could see the sheen of sweat across his face and his eyes devouring every inch of my body.
Catching my eye, he leaned forward, a hair’s breadth from me. I tried to lean up to kiss him but the way my numb wrists were crossed, there was no way.
“Untie me. Please.” I added that last part in, hoping he didn’t flip me back over and add to my already bruised skin.
“Why?” he asked, his tongue coming out to tease the seam of my lips.
“I want to feel you,” I whispered.
He pushed his hips forward and his mouth caught my moan, his tongue tasting each groan as he pumped and circled his hips.
“You’re feeling plenty,” he groaned against my lips as the sounds of skin slapping filled the room.
The fire he stoked in me was overwhelming and I was groaning and gritting my teeth, not sure if I was fighting the sensations or welcoming them. My brain was fuzzy. When he hit that spot, I gasped and whimpered.
“I know,” he whispered, “I know, Denny.”
His lips came to my neck, pulling and sucking at my skin. That's when his pace changed.
“You’re my everything.”
My body was already high on endorphins and blissed out, but the reverence in his tone brought tears to my eyes. His hips were going faster and harder, my body, rippling with every thrust until his mouth caught mine. I felt his dick jumping as he stilled, filling me full of his cum.
When his fingers untied the knots, his mouth moved from my lips to my chin and neck.
“I spent my whole life thinking I knew what I wanted, but what I really needed was you.”
Smiling, I brought my hand to the back of his head and held him to me. My eyes drifted shut as his familiar weight settled on me.
“I—”
“Marry me.”
My eyes flew open, and I looked at him, and then my eyes caught something glittering on my finger. The ring was beautiful. The oval center stone was shimmering as it caught the light, but my eyes focused on the tiny stones embedded into the vines. I exhaled, watching the way that the ring twisted and came together on my finger like it belonged there. My skin was flushed, and my heartbeat was booming in my ears. I couldn’t get my mouth open. To form the word that I wanted to say.
“It doesn’t have to be soon. Whether it’s next year or ten years from now,” he said, tracing my wet cheek. How long had I been crying? “We have each other for forever, Denny, baby,” he continued, leaning against my forehead.
Everything about this moment was perfect. It wasn’t romance and fairytales, it was an ode to us, how we started. The same silk ties, a desk, and so many orgasms that I didn’t know where I stopped, and he began. That’s when I realized it was quiet in my head. I wasn’t second-guessing anything because I was in love and with my person.
This was right.
He was right.
I leaned up and repeated his words against his lips.
“Forever, baby.”