Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
HEATHER
Hector bent me over his desk and sank his hand between my legs from behind, pushing his hand up my tennis skirt and cupping my wet pussy. “Of course, a dirty little slut like you isn’t wearing any panties to come see me.”
I m not here to see you, I gritted out.
“Bullshit,” he growled. “We both know you’re only here to tease me.”
My nipples hardened against his desk, my pussy clenching. Fuck.
While one of his hands popped off my shirt buttons, he pushed one finger into my entrance. I clenched hard and bit back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making me feel good. He didn’t deserve it.
Because he was right. I was here to see him, to show him what he had missed out on if he was really with Evelyn last night. If he had been, then he would never get to be inside me ever again.
“No back talk this time, Butterfly?” he taunted. “I must be right.”
Butterfly?!
Heat coursed through my body.
“You’re not ri?—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he pushed another finger into me. I glared back at him, wanting to show him that he didn t affect me in the slightest, that his fingers didn t even feel that good inside me, that he wasn’t as alpha as he thought he was.
“Keep fumbling on those words,” he murmured. “It’s almost as cute as when you’re choking on my dick down your throat.”
“Fuck you,” I gritted out.
You know what I love about brats like you? he murmured. How wet they get when they re being punished. How tight their pussy wraps around my fingers when I punish them for their disrespectful mouth.
“Was my mouth disrespectful, wrapped around your cock the other night?” I snarled.
Butterfly, you were sucking on my cock like it was a fucking pacifier. He pushed a third finger into my pussy and massaged my G-spot. Don t act like you didn t enjoy being filled. You should be honored to be filled with your master s dick.
“You’d never fucking be my master. Ever.”
“Say it again.” He chuckled lowly in my ear. “Your pussy gets tight when you lie.”
I shoved my shoulder back, wanting to struggle against him and put up a fight because he didn t deserve to have this much power over me. But he moved his hand to the small of my back, easily keeping me in place.
“I hope that she was worth it last night,” I said, face pressed against the wood.
“Who?”
“Evelyn.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Hector growled into my ear, pumping his fingers into me faster. “You’re the only woman I’m seeing.”
While her being at Radiant didn t mean anything and I could definitely be blowing this out of proportion, Eric had stressed me out yesterday, and Evelyn was Instagram-model pretty, even without all the filters.
“She was at Radiant last night. Why else would she be there? She’s working under?—”
After wrapping his hand around the front of my throat, he lifted me off the desk and pressed his mouth against my ear. Listen to me closely, Heather. If I had fucked her last night, I wouldn t be risking the entire relationship I d built with your father to sneak around with you. I wouldn t be fucking you over my desk with the door unlocked, hoping he didn t walk in. And I certainly wouldn t have been waiting until midnight for you to meet me last night.
My eyes widened slightly, but I gritted my teeth together. You re lying.
Had he really stayed until midnight last night just for me? And I had blown him off.
“If one more bratty thing comes out of your mouth, I’m tying you to the wall, fastening a vibrator against your clit, and watching you come over and over until you beg me to stop. Not at Radiant. Right here.” He pointed to the wall near the door, across from his desk. “There.”
“That doesn’t sound like a punishment to?—”
Hector pulled his fingers out of me, seized me by the elbow, and dragged me to the wall. Like a feral animal, he pulled the painting that I remembered him buying in Switzerland while on vacation with my family three years ago right off the goddamn wall and dropped it on the floor beside us.
Once he untied the tie from around my elbows, he fastened my wrists above my head to one of the nails that held up the painting. I struggled to escape, pulling on the tie in an attempt to loosen it, as he walked back to his desk.
“Let me out,” I growled.
Opening his desk drawer, he pulled out a dildo, even bigger than him.
“Why do you have a dildo in your desk drawer?”
Perks of having a sister who runs a sex shop, he mumbled under his breath.
After walking over to me, he rubbed the head of the dildo between my pussy lips and against my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath and looked toward the door, hoping that nobody would walk into the room.
“Hector,” I said unsteadily, “let me out.”
Instead of answering me, he pushed the dildo into my cunt. My pussy formed around it and gripped the thick toy, desperate to be filled after Hector ruthlessly pulled his fingers out of me. I pulled on the restraints, aching for his hands to be on me too.
He tightened the bind on my wrist. “I need to grab something.”
My eyes widened. “What?! You’re going to leave me here?!”
No response.
“Hector!” I whisper-yelled.
While I stood, nearly naked and tied to his wall, Hector walked toward the door.
“You can’t leave me alone like this!” I exclaimed, yanking on the restraints.
At this angle, the dildo that he thrust into my pussy began slipping out of me. I pressed my thighs together in a weak attempt to keep it inside me and whimpered at how full I felt right now, completely helpless …
Still not sticking to your word, huh? I hummed, unable to stop the words from leaving my mouth. I had no control here, yet I was willing to say whatever to make him stay. Where s the vibrator you said you d fasten to me? Don t have one to -
Don t let that toy fall out of you. He stopped at the door. Or I ll bring you out into the main office once your father leaves so everyone can see how much of a dirty slut you are for your father s best friend.
And with that, he walked out the door.
But that asshole would be back.