Chapter 2 #2
“Do you know why I make you wait?” Billie asked as she pressed a hand to the back of Nina’s head. Nina only managed a nod in response, her gaze unwavering, but Billie stepped back and guided her to her feet. She brushed her knuckles against Nina’s cheek, angling her head a little. “On the desk.”
Nina lay back against the cool surface of the desk, her breath a soft, reverberating echo in Billie’s otherwise silent office. She didn’t break eye contact—not even when her body trembled with a restrained intensity that had been building since the moment Billie had dismissed her that morning.
Billie stood there, leaning against the edge of the desk with her hands braced on either side of Nina’s hips, her eyes travelling every inch of her body.
Beautiful.
Controlled.
Waiting.
Nina inhaled a shaky breath. Billie could see how close she was to surrender. It was there in her eyes. Absolute trust.
Billie leaned closer, her face inches from Nina’s as she said, “It isn’t just about control. It’s about clarity.”
Nina’s lashes fluttered. “Clarity?”
“You spend all day with your hands busy and your mind on what others need from you, but in here, you’re stripped of all that. There’s nothing to balance and nothing to manage. Only surrender.” Her tone softened, but her gaze didn’t. “Only me.”
Nina swallowed. “And I want that. I need it.”
“I know you do.” Billie raised a hand, tracing two fingers up the length of Nina’s thigh without reaching the places Nina ached for her to touch. “And because of that, you don’t rush. You don’t demand and you don’t take. You earn.”
“I held it together for you,” Nina whispered. “Even when the ache was so intense that I could barely walk.”
Billie’s lips curved at the edges. “That’s because you’re mine inside this office.” She let that sink in for a moment. “You know who you belong to here. You know whose hands you wait for.”
Billie eased two fingers inside Nina, smirking when her pussy pulsed around her. She couldn’t help herself, but Billie wouldn’t hold it against her for too long. She wanted to fuck this woman senseless just as much as Nina craved it.
“I’m yours.” Nina whimpered when Billie pushed deeper.
“Say it properly.”
Nina’s gaze held steady. “I belong to you, Billie. I wait for you. Nobody else.”
Billie coated the strap with Nina’s wetness and pushed inside her without warning. Nina cried out, her fingers failing to grasp the desk beneath her as she took every thrust of Billie’s hips. “That’s why you’re rewarded.”
Nina’s gasp fractured into a raw, breathless moan as Billie buried herself inside her. The sound sparked through Billie like a lit fuse, tightening every muscle in her body with the undeniable truth of what she craved in her future.
But it couldn’t be.
She wouldn’t give her control up ever again.
Nina’s body arched into every punishing thrust Billie delivered. The strap hit deep, over and over, the rhythm unrelenting. Billie wasn’t just fucking Nina. She was taking her apart, piece by piece, exactly how Nina needed her to.
“Eyes on me,” Billie ordered, her voice steady but pitched with a dark, simmering heat.
Nina’s eyes flew open, threaded with tears and pleasure. “I’m…God, Billie, I’m looking. I-I’m watching.”
“So good for me. You crave me using your body, don’t you?”
Nina’s breath hitched as she took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Y-yes. Always.”
Billie leaned forward, her hands planted firm on either side of Nina’s head. Her thrusts slowed and deepened. “And now you’ll show me exactly how much you wanted this. How much I’m in your head. Under your skin.”
Nina’s body trembled. “I’ve thought about this all day,” she confessed in a rush. “About your hands on me. Your mouth. You…buried deep inside of me. I’ve walked around aching for you, wet for you, ready to drop to my knees just to breathe you in.”
Billie’s control thinned dangerously. She pressed her forehead to Nina’s, every movement of her hips now a claiming…a reaffirmation of the power between them. “That’s what I want to hear.”
Nina clutched Billie’s waistcoat, her other hand cupping the back of her neck. Billie could allow it, but only because she knew what she had with Nina. They fucked, and that was all it would ever be.
“When I’m with you, you make me feel alive.”
Billie let those words land, and then she drove her hips forward, fucking Nina hard enough to draw out every sound she’d been holding back since she’d walked through the door. “Come for me,” Billie growled against her temple. “Now.”
Nina’s cries spilled through the room, her body tightening and breaking in rhythm with Billie’s thrusts. Ecstasy flashed across her face in waves until her entire frame trembled.
Billie slowed only when Nina’s lips parted in a soft whimper, her climax still rippling through her. She drew back and stared deep into Nina’s eyes. She didn’t look ruined…she looked whole.
Billie smoothed the hair from Nina’s damp forehead with the backs of her fingers. “Still so perfect.”
Nina pulled a deep breath into her lungs, her hand sliding up to Billie’s cheek. “You always make me feel like that’s true.”
Billie smiled. It didn’t matter that her own heart was cold and dead.
This woman was perfect. She just…couldn’t be perfect for Billie in any other light.
“That’s because it is.” She withdrew slowly and eased Nina’s skirt back down, her touch shifting from possessive to tender.
The contrast was intentional. A reminder that what she took, she always gave back more of.
“Clean up,” Billie brushed her thumb against Nina’s lower lip.
“Then come back. I’m not done with you yet. ”
“Yes, Billie.” She slid off the desk, her legs trembling as she steadied herself. Billie watched every movement, already anticipating the next round.
Tonight was far from finished.