Chapter 15 #2
I'm to the door when Theo snags my wrist and walks with me back to my desk. I take a spot behind it while he lounges over it, bending over and running his hands over the fabric of my dress. "What are you doing? I've got work to do." I pushed his hands to the side.
Theo smirks at me, bending over the desk and shaking his butt with a wiggle to his brow. Thank God no one is around to see this. "I've always wanted you bent over the desk just like this, so I could fuck you," he whispers to me.
Any other time I may have gotten lost in my fantasies of such a thing. But knowing how much shit is on my plate today? No fucking way. "Another day, I'm busy."
Theo leans farther, grabbing underneath my dress, hands exploring. He grins at me, licking his lips. Ah, he discovered my little present for Tobias, the whole panty-less shtick. Then again, that was planned before I found out how much they've neglected my position.
Tobias growls, popping Theo on the ass. "What are you two doing?
" he snaps. Theo pulls away, licking his fingers and running them through his hair.
Tobias fixed his steely glare on me. "Where are your panties?
" How did he find that out from just a look?
He doesn't look as turned on as I thought he would.
"There's too many other men around here.
You need to be more aware of your place and who you belong to," he growls before stomping back to his office.
Theo snorts and stands. "I better get back to work before I end up like you." He smirks and struts off.
How could he be the one who got spanked, and yet I’m the one who gets all squirmy from it?
I soon get lost in my paperwork and the endless emails I have to answer.
Both men are quickly shoved out of my mind.
Besides, even if I wanted to mess with them, they were in meetings all day long.
I push my thousandth file into the cabinet and groan, stretching.
The sun is already dipping. Will I be allowed out again?
Was this a one-time thing? I bite my lip.
My phone vibrating, steals my attention. I crack it open and see a message with Theo's icon flashing. I open the chat to see what he has in mind now.
Theo
Meet me in my office
No can do, busy.
Theo
so gay or nay?
Definitely feeling Mysexual.
Theo
Mysexual?
Yep Mysexual, #Mefucksmyself
Theo
Ha Mysexual I like it, kind of like self-coupled.
Why not. It's better than a cock.
Theo
Can I watch you fuck your yourself?
No wouldn’t want you to get jealous that my hand lasts longer
Theo
Is that a challenge?”
maybe.
I put my phone down and turn back to my computer.
I don't take the conversation that seriously. A way to waste a few minutes as my deadline ticks closer. Besides, I still have a mountain to tackle. I’m typing away when a pair of ice-cold hands run over my shoulders and stop at my breasts.
His mouth hovered below my ear. His cold breath tickles and makes me shiver.
“Challenge accepted.” I almost moan just from his voice.
Theo spins my chair around before pulling me to my feet.
I giggle when he leads me to his office.
“Theo, we’re at work. Where is Tobias?”
He closed the door behind him, locking it, eyes glinting.
“In the meeting still.” He takes me in his arms, my body pressed against his hard chest. I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer.
He chuckles, plopping me down on his desk and bending me over backward on it.
He devours my neck with soft kisses. Papers, office supplies, and even a mouse are shoved off the desk to make room for me.
His hands run up my thighs, tugging my dress up and over my hips.
He groans as he examines me inch by inch.
Laughing at him, I sit up and seize his belt, unclasping the buckle.
“We are going to be in so much trouble,” I giggle whisper against his lips as I steal a kiss for myself.
I yank his belt away, unbutton his pants, and free his marvelous cock.
It sprung free and I grin, wiggling myself to the edge of the desk.
Soon I'll get to indulge in his cock being inside me, and I'll get to torture Tobias while I’m at it.
Theo kisses me hard, spreading my legs. He doesn't waste time; he rams his cock into me, and holds my back with one arm so I don't just melt back onto his table.
His hands find my hips, holding me tight as he thrusts into me over and over, swallowing my moans.
The walls are thin in the meeting room, and it isn't that far away from this office.
Tobias will know what we are up to. Even if he can't hear us, he'll be able to feel all of it.
Theo keeps me balanced on the edge of the desk as he shoves into me over and over.
His mouth isn't enough to keep my moans in.
I groan louder and louder as he thrust deeper and deeper into me.
Every hard push makes my eyes flutter. My walls squeeze his cock as I hit my limit and I spasm around him.
Theo kisses me hard before pulling away, turning my body around, while still in me..
I’m on my stomach, gripping the other edge of the desk, bent over it just like he wanted me.
My ass is in the air, a replica of his own tush wiggle earlier.
His hand caressed it, softly, gently. I bite my lip, preparing myself for the sting.
He slaps me, but it isn't like Tobias's touch. It’s light, teasing.
I moan, stomach tightening. I don't care, I've already come all over his cock.
Arousal floods through me, and my pussy drips all over his desk, as his dick continues to pound away at me.
Theo's hands returned to my hips, driving himself into me, faster, and harder. I scream his name, coming hard, my legs trembling and if I wasn’t spread over a desk, I'd have fallen over.
My vaginal walls tightened around him, and Theo slams into me a final time, finding his own release, his cock twitching as it unloads inside me.
He pulls my skirt down, covering my ass, and kisses my shoulder.
I stand, wheezing. I need to get to the bathroom and clean up. Theo passes me some wipes, and even more importantly, a G-string. I didn't have to touch it to recognize it as mine.
I raise an eyebrow at him, staring at the cloth. He laughs. "You think I didn't know you didn't have those when we left? You can't hide from me, babe."
"How?" I demand. I slip into his bathroom, clean up, and get dressed.
"When I got your stuff this morning. You slipped your shoes on and lifted your leg a bit high. Naughty girl. Tobias is going to spank you for walking around bare like that." He kisses my forehead, before going to clean himself.
My stomach clenches. But, I'd done it for Tobias. Why was I going to get in trouble for that?
Theo chuckles. "But you like to be spanked if it's the right hand, don't you?"
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he holds me tight. I lean in, kissing him softly before pulling away. I still have a lot of work but it’s so late. There is no way we'll get it all done.
We finish getting refreshed and saunter out of the office just as Tobias and a group of men leave out of the meeting, heading to the elevator.
I stop and Theo runs into my back. Tobias glances over at the both of us, his glare enough to melt ice.
Fuck, I’m in trouble. Though, at least it isn't just me this time.
Tobias looks fucking pissed at Theo, too.
Tobias bids farewell to the others quickly, but once the doors close on the elevator, he storms toward us.
Theo laughs, and slips into his office, leaving me behind. "Chicken!" I accuse as his door clicks.
Tobias comes to a stop in front of me, arms banded across his chest. I glance down to avoid his glare, my eyes pausing at the bulge in his pants.
Did he have that the entire meeting? He got to experience all the pleasure we'd just wrung out of each other, but none of the release. "Imogen," he growls at me.
I reach down, slipping my hand into his pants.
We are the last ones left in the office; besides it gives me a little thrill.
I grasp his fully erect cock. He doesn't stop me, and his stance isn't as firm as it was a moment earlier. He groans and I reward him by moving my hand up and down his shaft. I lean closer when his eyes close, kissing his cheek, then his jaw, and his chin. I uncurl my hand from him and saunter off, ass swaying. I will pay for this, but it is good for him to remember what it feels like to be all wound up and left wanting. Tobias groans and growls before stomping back to his office and slamming his door. Oh yeah, I’m in trouble.
* * *
It’s nearly time to finish up. I’m exhausted and for once actually excited to go home to my prison.
I need sleep. I’m mentally and physically drained, and I forgot how much it hurts wearing heels all day.
My brain is mush from constantly looking at screens the entire day and all the different messages I had to answer, and worst, all the ones still waiting for me.
My eyes are dry. When it’s nearly time to leave, I switch everything off and decide to go down to the foyer and see if I can find Tom.
I grab my bag and head for the elevator.
Once on the foyer floor, I trot over to the front counter.
Merida, the lady who brought us dinner the night we stayed back, is at the counter on the phone arguing with someone who wants to organize a meeting.
After a few minutes of me waiting, she becomes annoyed and slams the phone down, ending the call.
She runs her fingers through her blonde hair and let out a breath.
“Hi Imogen,” she says. Her voice sounds tired.
“What happened to the other lady who was working here? I thought you worked on the tech floor?”