29. Hand Them Over
Bailey
Sacha follows me into the office, his large presence a delicious promise. He closes the door with a loud click. In the heavy silence that follows he removes his suit jacket, placing it on a wooden hanger and hooking it neatly on the rack behind his door. His large fingers find the shirt button at his wrist. I watch enrapt as he methodically folds the fabric of his sleeve, pulling it up to reveal thick, hairy forearms.
I swallow so hard I’m sure he can hear it. “Did you need me for something, sir?”
“Sit,” he commands, pointing to a chair in the middle of his office. A small shiver chases up my spine but I follow his orders.
Then he starts on his second sleeve. His fingers folding a neat crease in the starched fabric before he rolls it neatly above his elbow.
Fuck. I am a goner. I thought this male had a hold on me before, but now that we’ve had sex I think I would do anything he asked of me.
“Ms. Thorn. Do you remember what I said about that skirt?” He asks as he stalks around the room, watching me as he closes the blinds that cover each of the tall windows overlooking the street.
“This skirt?” I ask coyly, my heart hammers in my chest. He noticed. I knew he would, but I’m still thrilled. It’s been days since he even touched me. He watches me like a stalker every day at work but hasn’t made a move. I spent a few lonely, frustrating nights trying to figure out the perfect thing to text him, but every message I composed didn’t say enough, or explained too much. I don’t want to actually deal with my feelings, I just want him to take me.
So, I decided to wear the skirt.
“Do you remember what I promised would happen if you wore it to work again? Wore it in front of me?” He pulls the final shade closed, sealing us off from the rest of the world.
Now it’s only the two of us.
Just me and him.
Alone together.
“I remember, sir.” I manage to say.
If anything could communicate the message that I can’t seem to find the words or courage for, it would be the skirt.
Still, my chest squeezes when his steps bring him directly in front of my chair. He towers above me, his tall frame casting a long shadow, but my body heats up rather than cools down.
One of his large hands lowers to his belt which he deftly unbuckles and, with one powerful jerk, removes from his pant loops. He doubles the smooth leather in his grip, and jerks his hands apart in a delicious snap of leather.
I gasp.
He grins.
“I told you I would fuck you in it.”
I shift in my seat, pressing my hungry thighs together, not exactly sure what he has planned, but thrilled at the prospect of finding out. He puts the edge of the belt under my chin, and tilts my head up. Taking my attention from the bulge already growing in his pants, and guiding my gaze to meet his big brown eyes.
“Give me your underwear,” he demands.
“Wha—what?” I stammer out.
He leans down, so close that his breath brushes my cheek. “Your panties. Give them to me. I don’t want anything in my way this time.”
He steps back, arms folded against his wide chest, the buttons on his shirt strain under the tension.
I suck in a small breath, but scramble to obey. Shimmying my underwear down, standing to step out of them without removing my skirt.
He holds out his hand. “Hand them over.”
I reach out to drop them into his open palm only to notice that my hand is shaking slightly.
“Good girl,” he purrs, closing his fist around the fabric, “And they are already so wet for me.”
“Practically ruined,” I agree.
He holds his fist up to his nose, inhaling deeply. A motion that has my pulse pounding between my thighs, and then slips the underwear into his pocket.
He wraps his large hand around the back of my neck, cradling my head in his warm hand; he dips down to slant his mouth over mine in a perfect deep claiming kiss. His tongue sliding into my mouth, demanding more from me.
He hasn’t been like this before, I haven’t felt this dark intensity from him, this promise of how it will be when he truly lets go; when I am wholly at his mercy. This is the male who chased me down, and in this moment my every sense is filled with him, his masculine smell, his dark taste, his warm touch, the sound of the low growl building in his chest. His hand tugs deep in my hair and pulls a moan from my throat.
He pulls back. “Shh, you don’t want the whole office to hear you getting fucked by your boss do you?”
“No, sir,” I say quietly.
He chuckles, and circles me slowly like I am prey. His hand grazes lightly along my waist as he picks a position, standing behind me. He dips his face down, to press his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling me deeply.
“You are already wet and ready to get fucked aren’t you?” he murmurs. “My eager beast.”
I shiver beneath him, and nod.
His hand pull up my skirt, slowly, exposing more of me until his fingers can trace across the bare skin of my thighs and dip between my legs. He kisses my neck as his fingers slowly explore me, and when his roving thumb glances across my clit. I let out another moan of excitement.
“Are you sure you can be quiet for me, my beast?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper.
He growls, “Call me that again.”
“Yes,” I take a deep breath, “Sir.”
He shudders behind me, his hand still moving between my legs, teasing across my sensitive skin. “Good girl,” he says, “But let’s not risk it. Open your mouth.”
I hesitate for a moment but his hand stills, and I immediately drop my jaw open for him. His unoccupied hand appears around the side of my face and he slips the leather of his belt between my teeth. “Bite down, beast.”
I clamp my teeth closed around the strap.
“That will keep you more quiet won’t it?” He asks as his lips travel along the back of my neck.
I give a nod.
His wide palm presses me down, bending me over his desk. He leans over me, the weight of his chest pushing me further into the flat surface. The cool wood bites into my thighs.
“Grab onto the desk, beast,” he says. “And don’t move a fucking muscle.” His voice is rough and hot in my ear.
I wrap my fingers around the front edge of the desk, desperate for something to hang onto. Sacha’s weight leaves my back, and then his warm hands work up the sides of my legs, pulling my already askew skirt higher and higher, exposing more of my bare skin to the air conditioned office. The heat of his touch slicing across my naked thighs keeps me warm, preparing me for him.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs. “Perfect. You are doing so well.”
I crane my neck wanting to know what’s coming next.
“Don’t move, beast.” Sacha’s voice has a hint of warning in it. “I have been thinking of this perfect moment since the day we met and I am going to savor it. You are mine.”
His foot knocks against the inside of my ankle, urging my legs wider until I feel air brush against my pussy, highlighting the wetness there.
“Every inch of you is perfection.” His hands move down, dipping between my legs briefly, before sliding back up and around my ass, teasing around the part of me that truly crave his attention. “It’s better than anything that I imagined it could be.”
I make a small noise of frustration, but he just continues to caress me with measured and subtle strokes. Each a little deeper between my thighs, each a little closer to my pussy.
He presses a warm kiss to my ass cheek and I bite back a yelp as his teeth scrape across me.
Then his thumb brushes right up against my clit, and two of his long fingers meet my lips, moving in long languid strokes while his other hand pushes against my back, keeping me firmly pressed down as he toys with me, twisting his fingers and taunting until I am a panting drooling mess. Trying to push back against him, to get just a little more pressure precisely where I need it.
He gives a soft noise of satisfaction, then his fingers dip fully inside me, fast and warm and thick, as his thumb circles my clit in slow strokes.
“Look at you, my little beast. Being so good for me. Letting me use this hole however I want.” His voice surprises me by how close it is to my ear. “Be a good girl, come on my fingers and then—” his mouth gets so close to the back of my head that I can feel his breath in my hair, “—then I’m going to fuck you into this desk, until I finish inside you so deep that you are forced to think about me all day long as my cum drips out of you.”
I bite firmly onto his belt, determined not to make a sound as the orgasm rolls through me, and my body clenches around his fingers.
“Fuck yes, that’s my good needy little Beast.” His beautiful voice growls.
His fingers slip out, and I’m not sure when his pants were removed, but the next thing I feel is the heat of his cock against my pussy just before he sinks into me.