Chapter 13 #2
“You can see very well that I am.” His tone had taken on that low dominance she was familiar with—different in resonance than his more characteristic, natural authority.
“I was hoping you were done.” She let her loose hair fall over her shoulder so she could hide her face behind it. He was always saying how much he liked that she looked innocent, inexperienced, so she might as well take advantage of it.
He had to be into this all the way if it was ever going to work.
His eyes slanted down to the cords. He leaned over some so he could see her face. The brief question in his eyes eased back into desire, which was a relief. He was certainly an enthusiastic sex partner, but he wasn’t a predictable man—and so it wasn’t always easy to manipulate him.
“We’re not using the cords,” he said at last, in the same low, textured voice.
“But I?—”
“No arguments.”
He sounded a lot bossier than he normally did, but she still couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.
She’d had the whole thing planned out, and she wasn’t sure normal sex would do the trick, so she didn’t want some pretense of sensitivity on his part to get in the way of her plan.
“I’m ready,” she said, straightening up and meeting his gaze so he knew she was sincere.
“I wasn’t ready last night, but I really want to do it this time. ”
He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair, somehow looking both sophisticated and debauched in his expensive shirt and trousers. Murmured, “We’ll see if you’re ready.”
With a quick intake of breath, she realized he was in after all—he was just changing the game a little. “How?” she breathed.
“Drop the cords.”
She let them fall to the floor and saw them curled like a snake beside her sandals and polished toes. “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to see how ready you really are to be bound.”
She swallowed hard, her body already responding to the intensity of the heat in his eyes and the authority in his voice, and it was somehow even harder to resist since she kept remembering how tender he’d been last night.
“I was working when you interrupted, so you’re going to have to wait until I’m ready for you.”
She shifted slightly since her arousal was already pulsing between her legs. “Wait how?”
“Walk over here.”
She did as he instructed, her cheeks flushing as his eyes crawled up and down over her body.
“Take off your dress.”
Her hands were trembling a little in anticipation as she reached behind her to unzip and then let the dress fall down her body to the floor. She saw his response as he watched, and it fed her desire, knowing he wanted her so much.
“Bend down over the desk, holding on to the opposite edge.”
She obeyed, leaning over the edge of the desk, which was mostly empty because he nearly always worked at the attached computer arm.
The desk was wide, but she was easily able to reach the opposite edge when she stretched out her arms. “Like this?” she whispered, turning her head so she could see him, seated in front of his computer.
“Yes. Very good. Now pretend I’m binding you with invisible rope.” He reached over and trailed his fingertips gently along her spine.
Her whole body jerked at the tingle of pleasure.
He drew back. “Put your hand back where it was.”
She gulped, repositioning herself the way she’d been, understanding now what he was doing, what he was making her do.
A hot rush of excitement filled her mind and body at the knowledge, but she tried to force it down, knowing she needed to focus on what was most important.
Confirming her recognition, he murmured, “You’re not to move until I say so, until I unbind you. Do you understand?”
She took a shaky breath, her eyes focused steadily on his face instead of slipping over to the computer beyond him. “Yes. How long do I have to wait?” she asked.
“As long as I tell you to wait. You know very well that this is what you want.”
He was right. He was so completely, appallingly right. And she had no idea why she wanted it so much.
She shuddered when she felt his fingertips on her back again, skating lightly over her skin, generating little shivers of pleasure. She concentrated on holding herself very still as his fingers trailed down to her thighs, brushed very lightly over the lace of her panties.
She fought the instinct to buck up toward his touch as he lingered over the damp spot he’d found.
“You’re very wet,” he said softly. “And I believe you’ll only get wetter as you wait.”
He was right about that too.
She suppressed a whimper of frustration when he turned back toward his computer and started working again on the email pulled up on his screen.
She could see some of the words from her position, and it was of absolutely no interest to her.
None of the email in his inbox right now would be any use to her.
She needed to go much farther back.
She felt exposed and uncomfortable and incredibly turned on, bent over the desk this way, stretched out completely, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Waiting for him like this. Completely vulnerable to him.
Arousal throbbed deeply in her pussy, in her entire body, as she watched him work. This hadn’t turned out exactly as she’d planned, but it would still be fine if she could just focus on the task at hand rather than on the aching compulsion of her body.
He made her wait. And wait.
The minutes stretched on. The edge of the desk was pushing against her stomach in a way that was starting to hurt, and she was so aroused it was deeply uncomfortable. She shifted a little, trying to get some friction with her thighs to take the edge off.
“I told you not to move,” Caleb said without turning around. He was on his second email now, and was typing quickly, without hesitation.
“How much longer do I have to wait?”
“As long as I say so. Don’t let me hear you asking again.”
He was playing along with her. She knew that, of course. She was the one who had prompted this little game. He hadn’t pressured her into anything. But it was still unsettling to hear him order her around that way—completely in control of her, no softness to break the dominance.
She was breathing in hot little pants now, and she closed her eyes when she saw him turn his head to look.
“You’re excited,” he murmured.
She gave a little whimper, feeling his eyes on her.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“I’m excited.” She shifted her legs again. She couldn’t possibly help it.
“You’re not allowed to move yet.”
She grew still immediately.
“Tell me what you’re excited about.”
“I want to come.”
“What else?”
“I want you to touch me.”
“What else?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s what I thought.”
She kept her eyes closed, but she heard him stand up and move behind her. Her whole body tightened in anticipation when she felt him slowly brushing the tips of his fingers up her thighs, over her bottom, and then back down.
And then finally—finally—he slid his hand beneath her panties and started to stroke her exposed pussy.
She gasped loudly and gave a little jerk of pleasure before she could stop herself.
He removed his hand. “I didn’t say you could move yet. Do you want me to do this for you or not?”
“Yes. Yes, please. I won’t move.”
She breathed deeply as he started to explore once more, her body tensing up when he slid two fingers inside her.
“Do you want me to make you come now?”
She knew he was aroused himself because his voice was rough with desire. She knew well how to recognize it, and it relieved her, knowing he was affected by their little game too.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her hands in position even though she desperately wanted to move.
“Okay. As long as you stay still, I’ll make you come.”
She breathed deeply as he started to fuck her with his fingers, the rhythm fast and hard and exactly what she needed. When she was tempted to push her bottom back against the penetration, she fought the impulse, keeping her body as still as she could make it.
“Very good,” he was murmuring, over the sound of wet suction from his fingers in her pussy. “You’re getting so tight around my fingers. I can feel how much you want this, and you’re taking it so well.”
She tried to smother the sounds as her orgasm deepened, tightened, as her body prepared itself for release.
She could usually stop herself when his cock was inside her, but these were his fingers.
They were angled just right, and he’d probably be able to recognize she was faking when he couldn’t with his cock.
She wasn’t going to be able to fool him this time.
“I told you on the first day we met that I would prove something to you,” he said. “That I could make you come without your help. Do you remember?”
She did remember. And she’d been so sure back then—it felt like ages ago now—that she would never give someone else control of a sexual encounter.
Of any encounter. Of anything in her life.
And yet here she was, submitting to him completely. With everything except her mind.
“Okay, when I tell you to come, you’re going to do so, but you’re still not to move. I still have you bound. Do you understand?”
She whimpered out her affirmation, her skin from her face to her belly flushed dark red from effort and pleasure.
“Come now then.”
She came all around his fingers, as if he’d pulled a switch in her body. She bit her lip around the sobbing sounds of pleasure and made herself stay completely still, even as the spasms of sensation filled her, overwhelmed her, lingered. Filled her with shame as much as pleasure.
“Excellent. Now I want to see your face as I fuck you, so I’m going to turn you over. But you’re still bound. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she rasped, filled with warm, embarrassed repletion and yet her body still somehow wanting more.
He unclenched her fingers from where she was grabbing the edge of the desk, and he turned her over onto her back so she was sprawled out on the top of his desk.
His face was flushed too as he stared down at her possessively, like he wanted to swallow her whole.
“Fuck, you’re amazing, Blossom,” he muttered, something deeper and hotter than lust in his expression, something she was too afraid to identify. “I’m releasing you now.”
She didn’t think that had been his original plan, but she was so relieved she didn’t think it through. She felt like she’d been rewarded when he gathered her up into his arms, propped her on the edge of the desk, and kissed her urgently.
They fumbled with his pants and then fumbled with the condom and then fumbled to get him in position—until he was finally moving aside her panties and sliding himself home inside her.
She was clinging to him desperately, her legs wrapped tightly around him, as he fucked her fast and hard, huffing out soft grunts as he let himself go.
And there was no way she could stop herself from loving how he felt in her arms, in her body—hard and substantial and warm and real and human. If he lasted long enough, she was going to come again. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself.
She tried. She really did. But her body was too primed from the foreplay, and the friction of his cock moving inside her pushed her over the edge.
She sobbed again as she came for real—pleasure and grief, surrender and shame.
As she was coming down, her pussy gripping him tight, Caleb’s body shuddered through his own release.
He was gasping out words as the tension in his body began to soften, but she couldn’t understand what they were.
She was gasping out something too, but she couldn’t understand that either.
Finally she was limp against him, still held in his arms. And it came back to her that she’d come into his office for a reason.
If she didn’t accomplish what she’d come here to do, then she might as well give up on the whole thing.
So, despite the hot chaos of feeling and satisfaction in her mind, she made it work enough to say in a slightly teasing tone, “I guess the lesson is over. Although I’m not exactly sure what it was supposed to prove to me.”
She felt him twitch, just slightly, as if he had woken up from some sort of dream. And he felt far more like himself when he pulled out of her, straightened up, and rearranged her back on the desk.
“The lesson isn’t over yet,” he said, as he took care of the condom. “I’m binding you again. You’re not to move yet.”
“Okay.” Her thighs and arms were sore from holding the earlier position for so long, so she was glad she was on her back this time, although her legs were dangling uncomfortably and her pussy was sore and still wet.
But she was in the perfect position to see the computer screen and keyboard right here.
“I’m going to work some more, but I’ll get back to you later. I don’t want to see you moving.”
He was reestablishing his power in their little game. She understood it with crystal clarity. He felt like he’d lost something in their interplay just now, and he was taking it back.
In some ways, they really weren’t all that different.
She was getting her power back too. Just in an entirely different way.
Her whole body ached and was deliciously sated at the same time. It was such an incongruous combination of feelings, she could barely process it.
As soon as she heard his chair turn, she opened her eyes. She didn’t move a muscle as she watched him type his password into the prompt that appeared on the blackened screen.
He didn’t use facial recognition to unlock his computer. She wasn’t surprised. That could have been used against his will, outside his control, the way a password never could.
He might sound perfectly cool and controlled, but he wasn’t. He’d obviously been affected by the hot sex they’d just had too. He was breathing heavily, and his typing was halting and slow.
This had always been a long shot, but she’d decided it was worth the effort. If he typed slowly enough, she might be able to follow the letters that were keyed in.
#53559#bLossOm?95535?
Her eyes were closed again when he turned back around to check on her.