CHAPTER ONE
POV: Harper
“Fuck…”
My hand flies under me, fingers pushing deep inside my cunthole, stretching it even wider.
My fingers dance over my clit with practiced ease, my eyes closing as I lose myself in the sensations.
The shirt I picked this morning was too thin on purpose.
I unbutton the top two. Then three.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I am alone. The door to the office is not locked, meaning anyone could open up on me, finding my legs wide and my pussy pink and eager. It is a small risk, one that pushes me closer to the edge. I bite my lip, my hips moving in time with my touch.
“Oh, Roman…”
Roman Rinaldi, my twenty years older than I, forty-one-year-old boss, is the man whose name never left my lips in self-fuck sessions.
I can’t be blamed. Having access to a man so powerful and handsome, 6’3 with olive brown skin, dark, clean-cut brown hair with even darker eyes, a muscular, yet lean, broad-shouldered frame.
Fitting his demeanor, he has a very cold office, colder in the mornings, and that is why I prefer to pleasure myself every day here, only at night.
But today, I find myself unable to help myself. There was an urge. The city’s still waking up beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, however, so it feels almost the same.
With wet fingers, I finally unclasp my front-hook bra, leaving it dangling at the sides. My long, wavy, dark blonde hair is a mess around it. I am sweating, panting as I lean back with hands braced on tabletops slick with gleaming wood.
Underneath me, between my thighs, is the much slimy and wet wood of Roman’s Italian oak desk.
I don’t care anymore. What did it matter if I ruined his papers, his computer, his phone? Will he even notice or care?
No one knows. That’s the lie I keep telling myself.
The clock on the wall indicates I’ve spent less than 20 minutes alone in Roman's office. The shame builds in my chest, and it makes me wetter.
I close my eyes and picture him watching.
My fingers move faster. I let out cries as I become my violent, fucking myself deeply, imagining my fingers to be his cock, ravaging me.
And then I hear the door.
A sharp clack of shoes echoes in the room.
It is too fast, too certain. My eyes snap open.
I don’t move, I can’t. My hand is still buried between my thighs, and my body’s frozen.
Roman steps inside, with his long coat, black gloves, and intimidating aura; I find there is no reaction on his handsome face.
He shuts the door behind him and flips the lock.
My lips part, stunned.
“You started early,” he says, his bass echoing in the quiet, steady. “Didn’t think you’d be this bold before sunrise.”
“Mr. Rinaldi, I didn’t expect…I didn’t—”
“You didn’t expect I’d know?” He moves closer, slowly, stopping me. “You didn’t think I’d know that you’ve been on your back every day, fucking yourself in my chair, Harper?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I am in shock.
My name on his lips sends a tingle all over my body. I feel as green as my eyes, further disgusted by myself at this, given the situation.
I watch Roman sniff the air for a moment, taking in the overwhelming scent of my arousal and letting out a sigh, I am too panicked to comprehend. He follows my scent like a bloodhound, around the wall of his desk, until..
"Oh my," he breathes, his eyes widening a smidge as they take me all in.
I spin around at last, kicking my fingers free of my soaking cunt. A throaty and fearful gasp escapes my lips as I realize that Roman, my boss, is very much in the room with me.
My eyes widen as I take in his upturned lips and narrowed eyes. They hold a gleam of something sinister, and I can’t tell if it is irritation or arousal.
His intensity feels ready to swallow me whole. "You're here," I stammer like an idiot.
Roman chuckles. "At last. Just as you’ve wanted, isn’t it?" His nostrils flare, almost as though trying to draw the scent of the room in deeper.
I shake my head, trying to inch away, my bare ass dragging against the desk, but he steps closer, eyes trailing down over my body. My wet skin and shaking thighs. My skirt is still ruffled, and I try to push it down.
He shifts his attention lower, to the trail of slickness on his desk, dripping from me onto the polished wood. “How dare you make such a mess? Can you bear the consequences of it?”
My body is shaking as he corners me. “Sir, please-” I lift my hands as I continue to stammer, “I am so sorry. I can’t even begin to-”
Roman’s hands shoot out, and I gasp sharply, his rough touch vibrating through my body as he slides one hand around to the nape of my neck and squeezes, his fingers curling around my throat.
“You think apologizing would fix anything, you horny little thing? Do you not realize the gravity of what you’ve been doing?” I let out another gasp, giving voice to my startled breaths as he leans in. My body is gingerly painted against his as I’m unable to move.
His hand on my throat slowly shifts until he grips my chin, his touch tender but strong. His thumb slips to my mouth and softly grazes my lips.
My eyes are wide, lips quivering from the intensity of the moment. I know it should not, yet my exposed pussy pulses from sheer arousal at Roman's attention.
As though he could sense it, he possesses my hands and drags them in between my thighs. My breath catches as I feel his skin under my skirt.
I look down.
“Leave it there,” he commands. “I want to watch you.”
I don’t move.
“You want to stop?” he asks.
I hesitate. I’m trembling. I don’t know what to do.
His grip returns to my neck. “Never make me repeat myself. I’m going to watch you. Now, fuck yourself until you come.”
That’s all I need. I keep my eyes locked with his as I immediately begin violently shoving fingers into my hole once again.
I watch as his breathing grows heavier. My eyes escape for a moment to find an outline of his member, larger than expected.
I gasp. He’s turned on by me, and that’s all I need. I shake violently as I comes with his hand holding my neck hostage.
There is silence in the office as my whimpering and orgasm subsides.
“Well done.” He speaks at last. “That was fast. You truly wanted to be caught.”
“I—I didn’t,” I whisper.
He scoffs. “Never lie to me. Somewhere in that dirty little brain of yours, you craved this.”
His fingers slide from my neck to my jaw. He tilts my head just enough.
“I should report you. Should fire you, blacklist you from every job in the city.”
I nod, defeated. He doesn’t pull away.
“But instead... I’m giving you an option.”
His hand moves down, slow, over the line of my chest, brushing the edge of my bra. He doesn’t touch bare skin. He doesn’t have to. Yet, my nipples harden even more.
“You’ve been giving yourself lessons,” he says, tilting his head, voice darker now. “It’s sloppy. Incomplete.”
I swallow hard. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s time I took over. Now I’ve witnessed it wholly, I could teach you how to fuck how a real man does."
I draw in a shaky breath, realizing the gravity of his words. “Mr. Rinaldi, you should be done with me. This… perversion… of mine… it is not a problem of yours.”
“Oh, but you made it so the second you said my name with your fingers buried inside you.”
I feel my cheeks explode with red. Truly, he has been watching me.
"It’s time I took over. Wouldn’t you like that, little lamb?" he asks, his voice thick with the sinful potential he's milking.
Who am I kidding?
My throat bobs against his palm as I swallow. With my eyes locked with his, I give him a nod. "Yes, please."
"You acquiesce so easily. Such a good little slut," He purrs, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he pulls his hand away from my face at last.
“Don’t take your hands away from your thighs until you come again. Three times; I’ll be watching.”
He pulls back and doesn’t touch me again.
Then he turns and walks out, locking the door behind him.