Chapter 7 #2
It’s nearly impossible to get through the rest of the day. All I can think about is Blake, and keeping my eyes off him is so hard that I eventually turn my chair and stare out over the city as I work from my tablet.
As the day comes to an end, the snow starts. Christmas lights are everywhere, and from way up here, it’s like looking at a postcard.
“Need anything else?” Francesca asks, tapping on the glass of my door.
“Just those order forms,” I reply. “But you can e-mail them to me later.”
“Okay.” She nods. “I’ll just…head home then.”
Something about her seems strange, like she’s pretending to be cheerful but is really bothered by something. But before I can ask, she’s already on her way out.
Waiting and watching for the rest of the staff to leave is like torture. I’d send them all home again like I did yesterday if it wouldn’t look suspicious.
I see Blake grab his jacket and head for the elevators, but he turns back at the last moment, acting like he forgot something at his desk.
Everyone else heads downstairs, and once they’re gone, he smiles and walks over. His eyes bear down on me like two focused beams of intent.
I feel small when he looks at me—in a wonderous way.
My whole body is tingly as he approaches. What’s he going to do? Bend me over the desk again? Tell me to kneel in front of him?
I’m ready for anything.
But to my surprise, he just stands there for a long moment, staring at me. Not speaking.
I want to speak, but what am I supposed to say? That’s not how this works. I’m no longer his boss right now. I’m his. His to do with what he pleases.
So why isn’t he doing anything?
The tension builds and builds, and I can feel my body heating up. I cross my legs anxiously, unable to break my gaze from his.
That’s the level of power he has over me.
All it takes is a stare and I’m his.
It takes all my strength, but finally I open my mouth to say something—I’m not sure what exactly—but before I can, Blake comes around my side of the desk.
“You know, I like seeing you sitting in your chair like this,” he muses, his lips twisting sinfully as he runs a thumb across his chin. “You look so…in charge. But you’re not, are you?”
His words spear me through the gut, jolting me in such a terrifyingly delightful way. I don’t understand how he can do this to me.
But I love it. No—I need it.
Blake fills a hole in me I never even knew existed.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m not.”
“And who is?” he asks, coming around to my side of the desk. His broad shoulders take up my entire field of vision.
“You…”
He nods, moving closer, towering over me. I close my eyes and focus on his heat, his scent. Then I feel his touch—his feral fingers threading through my hair.
“On my knees?” I ask, anticipating his command.
“No,” he replies, making a tsk sound with his tongue. “Your legs. Spread them. I want to taste you.”
My heart pounds against my ribs as I obey, parting my thighs and leaning back in my chair, providing him with a view.
“Pull your panties aside.”
My body is on fire. Remembering what Blake has done to me already has me taking short, desperate sips of air as he lowers his gaze.
He’s seen it all before, but it still feels wrong. Forbidden. This isn’t something you just show people, especially not in an office environment.
Especially not to a male intern who works for you…
But that’s what makes this so incredible. We’re being naughty. I’m being submissive. This isn’t like me, and I love it.
I do as I’m told. I reach between my legs, heart racing, and pull my panties to the side.
Blake’s sinful eyes narrow, corrupting me to my core. I feel so at one with him here. He found a secret, a secret I didn’t even know I was hiding, and brought it into the light where only he knows what to do with it.
“Beg me,” he says, his voice a low growl.
“I…”
“Beg me to lick your cunt, Kathryn. I know you want it.”
Just when I think he can no longer shock me, he does something that sends me flying.
My jaw drops and a shiver rolls through me. I’m starting to sweat as he continues to stare. Well, there’s no point in denying it.
“Please…lick my cunt…” The words seem to speak themselves, just sort of roll off my lips like someone else is saying them.
That other Kathryn inside me. The one who only shows herself to Blake.
“Say it again,” he commands. I’m blushing, but I don’t care. It’s like I’m scaling a mountain, and Blake is holding my hand, showing me that I have what it takes to reach the summit.
“Please lick my cunt, Blake,” I moan in desperation.
Such filthy words. I feel ashamed just saying them, but that shame has been inside for days and is beginning to blossom into a wondrous pride.
His eyes flash, and he slides his head between my legs like a snake. I gasp at the first feel of his tongue, warm and wet against the lips of my pussy.
Self-consciousness hits me, but I push it away. Or rather, he pushes it away as he starts doing circles across my clit.
I cry out, and as I do, hear an odd clicking sound from outside. I open my eyes and look. That sounded like a camera…
But there’s no one here. Just me and Blake, my king.
I must be going crazy. Letting my worries bleed through and invade this incredible moment.
I push the thought away and give in…surrender, to the power of the man between my legs.
What did I do to deserve this?