CHAPTER SIX
(Charlotte)
“It was such a rush!”
I hadn’t stopped blathering to Matt since I’d come into his office. I’d mistakenly assumed that our workdays ended at the same time, heading over to meet up with him to go home at six. Now, it was six-thirty, and he probably would have been finished with his final tasks if I would shut up a second.
But I couldn’t. “I mean, I pulled all of that directly out of my ass.”
“No one could tell,” he assured me. Again. But he seemed more pleased at how excited I was than annoyed by it.
“I’m sorry. I’ll let you work.” I’d already used that lie.
But I couldn’t help myself. Walking into that conference room and laying out my idea like a god damn professional had been terrifying.
Having everyone agree that it was a good idea, a “doable” idea, as Matt had put it? That had been the thrill of a lifetime.
Maybe I would be great at being a business-type person.
I stood up from the white leather sofa and crossed to the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Matt’s desk. His office could easily have been a three-bedroom apartment, in terms of sheer size. I placed a trembling hand on the brushed-steel frame and forced myself to look down at the street far below.
“Are you getting braver about heights?” Matt asked, never looking up from his laptop.
“No. This isn’t as high up as the apartment.
” My knees still went weak, seeing the traffic moving like toy cars down a playset street.
I lifted my gaze to the rooftops and skyscrapers around us.
I wondered where Ascend Manhattan would end up.
The city looked packed, already. Finding space for a totally new building seemed impossible.
But that wasn’t my problem. I said what I wanted, and other people would make it happen.
What an amazing job.
“Too bad we can’t have an outdoor space,” I mused aloud, not intending to voice the thought.
“For Ascend Manhattan?” Matt asked. “We can have an outdoor space.”
“Only if we build higher than everything else in this city. And even then, there are drones.” I certainly would never find myself on the pool deck of a building taller than Matt’s. I wouldn’t even go out on the deck there, and it wasn’t right at the top.
“We’ll enclose it with tinted glass. It won’t be completely outside, but we can have a pool and a garden. Grass for people to fuck on, if that’s their thing.”
“Bug-free grass, too.” I turned away from the windows. “Sorry, I’m bothering again. Do you want me to head home and wait for you?”
“No.” He rubbed his eyes and closed his computer. “I want to go home. All this can wait until tomorrow.”
“I thought being a billionaire boss would be less work,” I admitted. “I thought you were going to spend all day having fancy lunches with important people. It looks like you sit here and—” I made a typing motion with my fingers.
“I thought I was going to spend the day having covert office sex with my girlfriend, but it turns out she’s good at her job and too professional to succumb to my advances,” he quipped.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried. I’d turned him down in favor of preliminary meetings with the people from the conference room.
I couldn’t remember half of them, now, so it was a good thing that I’d had my assistant—I had an assistant!
—take down notes for me, matching names and roles to physical descriptions.
“Hey, I’m trying to do a good job here. Not be your fuck toy. ”
“You’re always my fuck toy, princess,” he reminded me, pushing his chair back. “But I also get off on watching you enjoy yourself at work. Now, lock that door so I can enjoy myself at work.”
“Seriously?” I bit my lower lip and glanced toward the door. It seemed so wrong. So... public.
I clenched.
“Is the princess disobeying the dragon?” He arched a brow.
I hurried to the door and hit the lock. “What if your assistant comes by?”
“Then she’ll know that I don’t want to be disturbed. Because the door will be locked.” He undid his belt buckle. “Get naked.”
My pulse sped up. Naked? Fully naked in his office? With people still working beyond the door?
With all those windows?
“Princess...” he warned.
I took a deep breath and pulled my shirt over my head.
My pants followed, and I stood in front of him in the lacy black bra and panties I’d picked out because they’d made me feel confident.
I felt less confident now, in an office the size of a god damn department store without a single object to cover up with in sight.
He pulled out his cock and stroked himself as he watched me. “All of it.”
I unhooked the front closure of the bra, and he made a cute little surprised noise as it released.
“I don’t want you to wear any other type of bra, from now on,” he said. “Those are the very best kind.”
I had a whole bunch that weren’t front clasp. I’d have to replace them. I’d promised I would do whatever my dragon told me to do, in and out of the bedroom.
I dropped the bra and peeled my panties down. They were already damp from my arousal at the threat of exposure.
“Put the heels back on,” he ordered, and I stepped back into my shoes. Then he patted the desk and said, “Come here.”
He pushed his laptop aside as I approached and helped boost me up to sit my bare ass directly on the lacquered surface.
Without a word, he took one of my ankles and guided my foot over to one of the drawers, slipping the heel of my shoe through the thin silver handle.
He pushed my other knee aside; I had to scoot forward, my ass nearly off the edge of the desk, for him to stretch my other leg enough to hook that heel through a drawer pull on the other side.
My hips ached from how wide his improvised bondage opened me, and my thighs strained.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
My hand fell automatically to my vulva.
“No. Start slowly,” he corrected me. “I want to watch my princess enjoy her first day at work.”
I cupped my breasts and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples, holding his gaze.
The naughtiness of my position was as much a turn on as the circling brush of my fingertips over my flesh.
His eyes wandered down to watch me tease my stiff nipples.
I brought a finger to my mouth to wet it, and he caught my hand, dragging it to his mouth instead.
His tongue swirled and flicked around the digit, and I squirmed, as much as I could in my makeshift trap.
When he released me, I brought my saliva-coated finger back to my nipple and painted it with slow strokes.
A drop of wetness slid down one side of my spread labia; his hungry stare followed its path. Then, he took out his phone.
“What—” I began.
“I’m taking a picture,” he explained, keeping the phone vertical to no doubt capture as much of my body as possible. “Pretend I’m not here.”
It was easier if I closed my eyes. I covered my breasts with my hands, pinching the throbbing peaks of them between my middle and ring fingers as I squeezed and rolled my flesh. I heard him shift position and opened my lids enough to see him leaning forward, the phone directly between my legs.
He made a “Hmm,” of appraisal, then reached out and stroked my clit.
My hips bucked at the sudden contact. He moved his finger in an arch from one side to the other, coaxing my already aroused pearl to full engorgement, then took another picture as it quivered and twitched in a futile bid for further stimulation.
“There,” he said, turning the screen so I could see an obscene close-up of my spread vulva, the creamy wetness at my opening. “I might have that framed.”
“Don’t you dare,” I gasped.
“Princesses don’t tell their dragons what to do,” he reminded me, tossing the phone onto his desk.
He sucked his middle and forefinger into his mouth to wet them, then brought them to my pussy, resting them barely inside my opening.
He slowly stretched them apart, stretched me, and said, “I’d love to see you squirt all over this desk and my lap. ”
“You know how to make me do it, my dragon.” The vivid mental image of my juices slicking my thighs and staining his expensive suit sent a shudder of anticipated pleasure through me.
“I do.” He twisted his hand palm up, corkscrewing his fingers deep into me before withdrawing almost completely. He stopped at the spot of spongy tissue at the top of my vagina and pressed. My soft gasp brought a smile to his face, and he lowered his mouth to my aching clit.
Before his lips touched me, he lifted his head to warn, “This office isn’t soundproof. You’re going to want to scream, because I’m going to make you want to scream. You can’t. If you’re too loud, people will be suspicious. And I’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me how?” I asked.
“I know there’s ginger in the chef’s kitchen,” he said. “You could end up having a very uncomfortable night.”
I did not want to repeat that experience. “Heard and understood.”
“Good.” He increased the pressure of his fingers and sucked my clit between his lips.
My toes curled in my pumps.
My gaze fixed on the building across the street.
Could anyone see in? I clenched down on Matt’s fingers at the thought of someone in one of those offices, peacefully minding their business until they happened to glance over and see a woman naked and spread on a desk, her pussy feasted on by the fully clothed man between her legs.
If I were the person watching, I would need to masturbate immediately. I would sit at my desk and rub my clit, glancing furtively around to make sure no one could see. I would feel involved in the scene I was watching, a silent third party.
“We should have voyeur areas,” I gasped, groping across the desk for a pen. “Where people can watch from behind two-way mirrors or through windows...to get the thrill of watching without being seen—ah!”