Chapter 56
Anton
She groans at that.
I’m a patient man when it counts. When I really want a certain outcome.
But my best strategy here isn’t patience but action.
Because the more I work her up, the more she’ll shed her inhibitions and move to the places she deems dark in her head.
So I dip my head and play with one pretty pink nipple.
It’s no hardship, because Gen’s tits are the most spectacular thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and I could suck them all day long.
It’s also the right call, because she starts talking.
‘Okay,’ she says, ‘let’s say I’m a server at your offices. You’re in a big boardroom, all glass table and chrome fixtures, and I come in to serve everyone coffee.’
I hum my appreciation. ‘What are you wearing?’ I ask her before licking her nipple hard and reaching over to pinch her other one.
‘Heels. Maybe a white shirt and a black skirt.’
‘And the shirt is buttoned, but it’s pulling over your incredible tits,’ I tell her, getting into this, ‘and the skirt shows off your amazing arse. Go on.’ I let my mouth roam over her skin. It’s velvet-soft and I could kiss it forever.
‘You’re sitting at the head of the table, and your eyes are on me from the second I walk into the room,’ she confesses. ‘And your whole demeanour is so fucking entitled, and arrogant, and I know you want me. And I know you get everything you want, because my colleagues have warned me about you.’
My cock, which has been standing to attention since I stripped that sexy one-piece off her and tied her up, thickens further. ‘And how does that make you feel?’ I ask.
I want to see her, so I sit up on my knees and run my hands up and down her torso. I play with her nipples, I pet her beautiful breasts, and then I return to her stomach.
She moans, and looks me in the eyes, and says, ‘It makes me feel scared. Super apprehensive. But also wet, because I know I’m not going to walk out of that room the same person. And I already know I’m going to let you do whatever you want to me.’
I clench my jaw, because this is a powerful fucking fantasy, and it, of course, feeds into everything I know about Gen so far, both from observation, and personal experience, and gut intuition.
It’s also something I can absolutely make happen for her, but I won’t suggest that right now. Because in this moment I’m providing a safe place for her to share the filthy fucking things she wants, and I want every last salacious crumb from her.
‘Damn right you are,’ I tell her. ‘So what happens then?’
‘You beckon me over, and I lean forward and fill your cup with the coffeepot. You’re talking, and everyone’s hanging on your every word. And you don’t even stop what you’re discussing, you just say good girl when I fill your cup, and you slide a hand up my inner thigh and brush my panties.’
I could die from the happiness of kneeling here and watching this incredible, naked, restrained woman narrate her darkest desires to me. It’s no exaggeration to say that none of the women with whom I’ve had a serious relationship have ever come out with shit like this.
I could take over the narration from here. I could tell her every filthy, demeaning thing I’d do to her in that board meeting, but she needs to get there herself.
‘Like this?’ I ask, and I brush a featherlight fingertip between her legs, barely touching her wet cunt.
She sucks in a breath. ‘God—yes.’
‘What kind of panties are you wearing? Thong?’
‘No—white cotton ones. Sensible work ones.’
‘Wholesome,’ I say. ‘Because you’re a good girl, and you wouldn’t usually dream of doing this kind of thing.’
‘Exactly.’ She smiles at me, and I know in that instant that I have her trust. That she realises how fully on the same page we are.
That I’ll never knock back a single one of her desires, or kinks, or needs.
That I’ll be her biggest cheerleader and her greatest enabler.
Her face is open, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight then my Gen, naked and trussed up and showing me her true self.
‘What happens then?’ I ask. I make my voice harsher. More dominant. I’m not her confidant, the lover she’s been so intimate with these past couple of days. I’m a stranger, a predator who’s about to demean her and unravel her in front of all these other strange men.
I’m a guy she doesn’t know and yet can’t look away from.
I can tell she feels the shift, because her smile disappears and in its place there’s pleading. ‘Then it all, um, gets pretty filthy.’
I press my hand down on her pubic bone, my thumb brushing the very bottom of her landing strip. We both know that a few millimetres south will have me finding that hooded clit that’s already swollen and throbbing for me. ‘How so?’ I ask in the same tone.
She opens her legs even further so the ropes binding them slacken a little.
‘You—um. You tell me you need a little entertainment and that I should help. You say surely I’m not shy about letting you play with me in front of everyone.
I try to protest, but your voice is so commanding.
I think I forget that I’m even allowed to say no.
And I’m so turned on that I couldn’t say no if I tried, because all I can think about is having you look at me and touch me.
It’s kind of shocking, but it’s also so thrilling, and so arousing.
Like the more stuff I think about letting you do to me, the more turned on I’ll become. ’
I slide my thumb down to her slick clit and hold it there. ‘Because you’re a greedy, filthy girl,’ I say, ‘and you want my hands and my mouth and my cock all fucking over you.’
‘Yes,’ she moans.
‘Go on.’
Her eyes drift closed, and I don’t mind, because she’s getting deeper into her fantasy, and God knows I want her totally immersed.
‘You sit there, and I can tell how much you want me, but you’re also so cold.
You order me to take off my shirt so everyone can see my bra, so I do.
I unbutton it, and I take it off, and then you make me take off my bra, so I do, and you just say something like very nice, and then you go to the next slide on your PowerPoint presentation, but you reach up and you start playing with my nipple, even though you’re still talking through your slide.
‘And I’m just standing there, totally topless, and I’m completely mortified, but the way you’re treating me so dismissively has me practically coming there and then.’
‘Fucking yes,’ I groan, because this movie she’s playing in our minds is the best porn I’ve ever seen. I release her clit and move both hands to her insane, plump tits, working them as I rub and pull and pinch her nipples. ‘Am I doing this?’
‘Yes,’ she manages, arching off the mattress and into my touch.
‘And how does it feel?’
‘It feels like I want to die of shame and spiral into orgasm there and then. I want to sink into the floor, but I also want you to fuck me in front of everyone.’
‘I will,’ I promise. ‘More.’
She squirms on the mattress. ‘The other guys are kind of… conflicted. I suspect they’ve seen you do this before, but they’re also getting more and more turned on. But you’re such an arrogant dickhead that you just make them watch—you won’t let anyone else touch me.’
‘Quite fucking right,’ I growl. ‘And now I need to take off those little white panties and touch your cunt.’ I glide my hands slowly, lightly down over her stomach to her hips and wait for her to catch up.
‘You slide a hand up my skirt and shove my panties aside and you finger me roughly—like in a this is mine kind of way.’
Yes.