Chapter 41 Ruby
RUBY
Descending the staircase, my silk robe whispers against my skin with each step. The club's bass pulses through the walls, vibrations matching the rhythm of my racing heart.
Robert, the security guard, gives me a polite nod as I pass. His expression remains professionally neutral, but I’m sure he’s confused about the temporary living arrangements. I return his nod and continue toward Athena's office, my legs trembling as I let myself in.
I perch on the edge of her desk, bare legs dangling, and try to slow my breathing. The minutes stretch like hours as I wait, my body still thrumming with need from our text exchange.
Then the door handle finally turns, and Athena is there, wrapped in a white toweling robe, her hair tousled and curling against her shoulders.
She licks her lips and without hesitation, she crosses to me, her hands finding my waist with possessive certainty as she stands between my legs.
She kisses me fiercely, her tongue sliding against mine with an urgency that makes me gasp.
I lose myself in her taste, in the heat of her body, in the scent of her skin.
When she grinds against me, I feel something hard under her robe.
“Fuck… is that...”
“Uh-huh.” Athena shoots me a mischievous smile.
I want to take off her robe, but she stops me. "Turn around," she commands, her tone brooking no argument.
I turn, and she slides my robe off my shoulders until it falls to the ground. Her hand snakes around me, caressing my breasts while her mouth is on my neck, kissing me, grazing my skin as she whispers, "I’m wearing the best toy money can buy and I’m going to fuck your brains out."
Her words alone are enough to nearly make me come, and a whimper escapes my throat as she pinches my nipple. The sensation shoots straight between my legs, where I'm wet and throbbing. Her other hand slides down my stomach, tracing patterns that make my muscles jump beneath her touch.
"Bend over the desk," she murmurs, and I comply without hesitation, placing my palms flat on the cool surface.
I hear the soft rustle of her robe opening behind me. The silicone toy brushes against the back of my thigh, and I instinctively spread my legs wider. Her hand strokes my back, tracing my spine down to my ass. Then, suddenly, she slaps me, making me jump.
"Stay still," she murmurs, her voice husky with desire. Her fingertips trail between my legs, finding me slick and ready. I gasp when she slides two fingers inside me, my body clenching around her.
"Please," I breathe, pushing back against her hand. “Fuck me.”
Athena chuckles, a low sound that sends shivers across my skin. "So impatient." She withdraws her fingers slowly, making me whimper at the loss. Then I feel the toy pressing against my entrance, the smooth head parting me gently.
She pushes forward in one fluid motion, filling me completely. My fingers scramble for purchase on the desk as she grips my hips, setting a steady rhythm that has me biting my lip to keep from crying out.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
I don’t even have time to process the question because the toy starts to vibrate, taking away my ability to think. It feels so good that I don’t even know what to do with myself, and I moan loudly, my movements almost erratic as I push back against her.
The base from the club reverberates through the walls, masking my sounds of pleasure while Athena increases her pace.
Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, building toward something explosive.
The vibrations must feel good to her too because she groans with each thrust and fucks me harder, almost like she’s losing control herself.
Her nails dig into my hip with one hand while the other reaches around to circle my clit.
"This feels so good," she murmurs, her breath coming in short pants that match my own. "Let me hear you."
I abandon any attempt at restraint, letting my cries fill her office. I’m teetering on the edge, but I don’t want it to end.
"Athena," I gasp. "I'm so close."
"Come with me," she commands.
When the orgasm hits, it tears through me like lightning, my body clenching as waves of pleasure cascade outward. She doesn't stop, driving into me relentlessly, prolonging each pulse until I'm trembling, barely able to hold myself up.
"God, yes," she breathes. "That's it." Then she lets out a loud cry and I feel her shake against me.
My arms finally give out, and I collapse onto the desk, my cheek pressed against the surface as aftershocks ripple through me. Athena eases out slowly, then pulls out of me and lets out a long breath.
I turn just as she’s closing her robe. “No…” I pout dramatically. “I want to see you.”
“Next time.” Athena bites her lip and grins, looking pleased with herself. Her cheeks are flushed and sweat glistens on her forehead. The sight of her undoes me completely.
“Where on earth did you get that from?” I ask breathlessly, my eyes lowering to whatever is under her robe. “Because you certainly didn’t find it in my bedroom.”
Athena chuckles and brushes her lips against mine. “I asked my staff to get it from the club. Perks of having a nice collection of the finest sex toys in the world.” She runs a hand through my hair, cups my cheek and kisses me again. “I’d better head back before my mom and sister realize I’m gone.”
I push myself up slowly from the desk, my limbs still quivering from the intensity of my release. My body feels both weightless and heavy at once, as if I've been unmade and reassembled in the span of minutes. The afterglow pulses through me, warm and golden, leaving me dizzy with satisfaction.
"Well," I manage, smoothing my hair back in an attempt to tame it, "that was certainly worth the trip downstairs.
" I have no idea what I really look like right now, but I suspect I'm a complete disaster—the kind of dishevelment that screams exactly what I've been doing.
The thought makes me smile rather than cringe.
There's something liberating about wearing the evidence of pleasure so openly, about being thoroughly undone.
Athena's eyes sparkle with mischief as she adjusts her robe. "I'd say it was mutually beneficial." She turns and blows me a kiss over her shoulder. "Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams."
As the door closes behind her, I'm left leaning against the desk, wondering if my legs will ever regain enough strength to carry me back up the stairs.