Chapter Thirty-Seven
Iris
Things are finally looking up.
Like pieces of a puzzle slowly fitting together into a beautiful picture.
Kian is moving on from the ghosts of his past. He’s spending time with his mother. Both of them are healing from invisible scars. The case is officially in the hands of the police and the CBI.
All of it has put me in a happy and stress-free mood.
Since I no longer need to spy, I decide to go to the office early to grab the hidden camera and microphone Harshita gave me a while back. They’re still in their packaging since I never bothered to utilize them. I’m going to return them to her.
Kian was asleep when I woke up. It’s a once-in-a-blue-moon type of situation, so I let him get an extra hour while I showered and got ready for work.
He should be here any minute now.
Taking the elevator to the floor below to get some coffee from the work kitchen, I run into Vicky. “Oh, hey you.”
“Iris!” She blinks in surprise. “It’s been a while.”
Both of us turn somber, remembering how the last time we met Yukta was with us. “How are you holding up, Vicky?”
She wraps her hands around her mug. “I’ve been worried sick. I miss her. She quickly became a close friend of mine.”
“I’m not surprised. She has that effect on people.”
“I hear the police are looking into finding her. Did they chat with you?”
I settle into a chair next to her after pouring myself a cup of coffee. “Yes. I went and gave them my statement. I wish I had something helpful to share.”
“Same. It’s so scary.”
I nod.
We quietly sip on our hot drinks when a nervous expression forms on her face. She bites her lip to try not to say whatever is going on in her head. But her talkative nature outweighs her politeness. “So… you’re dating our boss.”
“Yeah, I am,” I say after a lengthy pause. I think I had a mini orgasm from just admitting it out loud.
She’s the first person in the office to mention this to me. Pretty sure Kian’s wrath scared the others from gossiping.
“Well, you’re a lucky girl making both brothers fall for you,” she teases. “I can barely hold one guy’s attention.”
I open my mouth to answer when a throat clears.
“Miss Mannan,” Kian’s smooth and all-business tone makes us both jump.
I whip my head toward him, swallowing the ball of lust at how dangerous and magnetic he looks in an all-black suit. It tapers to his ripped and Viking body so sharply, almost provocatively, I want to grab him and hide him from Vicky’s sight.
To her, he may appear calm, but I’m attuned to him too deeply.
He is mad.
Ahh shit! What did I do? Or did something happen? Did the police update him?
“Good morning, Mr. Singhania,” Vicky says, sounding so timid.
He pays her no mind. His stormy gaze pinned on me. “A word in my office. Now.”
With that order, he turns around to walk away.
I discard my coffee, mumble an apology to Vicky, and scurry after him. He’s waiting impatiently inside the elevator, holding the doors open. I rush inside, standing beside him. He presses the button for our floor.
Despite his broody intensity, I test the waters by sweetly saying, “Hey, love. When did you get here?”
“If you were at your desk, you’d know.”
I snap my mouth shut, failing to come up with a rebuttal.
The car stops.
He storms out.
Again, I chase after him. At the sound of my heels clicking after him, he slows his gait. I stifle a grin. He’s always on the verge of a heart attack every time I wear high heels, which just amuses me to no end.
My humor dissolves as he reaches his office and holds the door open for me. His expression is completely sealed.
Sighing, I step inside and spin around to see him lock the door.
“You’re obviously mad—” I yelp, finding myself airborne and thrown over his broad shoulder. “Kian!”
My back lands on the couch, making me bounce.
A rough and jerking noise pierces the air as my pencil skirt is wrenched down my legs. Next comes the tearing sound of my lace panties. My thighs are shoved apart, and a hot and hungry mouth latches onto my pussy.
The deep growl that emanates from Kian races a shiver down my spine.
“Oh, Kian!” I cry out as he devours my mound with open-mouth kisses. I writhe, moan, and whimper under the assault of his lips. Fuck! His expert tongue knows where to lick and with the perfect pressure to send me into oblivion.
His fingertips dig into my flesh as he keeps me immobile while stroking between my folds with his velvety tongue. Circling my hole, he coaxes more wetness to drip out, drinking it down greedily. Swirling to my clit, he sucks it. Harshly.
My back bows as I grip his head with both hands and grind harder against his lips.
Nipping my slit distractingly, he plunges two fingers into my cunt without warning. Held down by his punishing grip and wicked face, I have no choice but to accept the fullness. Rolling and flicking my needy clit, he finger fucks me hard, hitting my G-spot on every thrust.
Overwhelmed, I climax with a powerful cry.
He groans in pleasure and prolongs it by fucking me through it. I’m gasping when I come back to earth. His mouth vanishes as he shoots to his feet, towering over me.
Unzipping his fly, he growls, “Take out your tits.”
His giant cock out, he strokes it with his fist while I hastily unbutton my blouse and wrench my bra down to bare my breasts for him. Salacious gray eyes blaze with lust at my pebbled nipples, traveling down my flat tummy to my still quivering pussy.
My gaze drops low, watching as he rapidly jacks off his shaft. The crown beads with his shiny precum, which I crave to lick and taste.
I rise onto my elbows to act on my urges and use my mouth to bring him pleasure.
“Don’t move.”
His guttural command halts me. I stay where I am, displayed like his fuck toy while he fucks himself, denying me the privilege to serve him.
Two more pumps and his expression twists, signaling his orgasm. With a low groan, he jerks and sprays my pussy and thighs with his white, salty cum. Tugging on his dick, he aims the last spurts at my breasts, painting them with his essence.
Bending over my trembling frame, he collars my throat and tilts my chin. “You do not leave our bed until I’ve tasted your pussy.”
Oh fuck! That’s what made him mad.
My cheeks burn. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Pressing on my pounding pulse, he kisses me, rough and animalistic. I return it with twice the passion, letting him invade my mouth with his tongue, giving me a taste of my arousal.
He releases me to gulp in air and rises to his full height. As he tucks his semi-hard cock back in his slacks, I sit up on the couch and pull the lapels of my silky blouse together to button it up. I’ll need to clean up in the restroom.
“Did I say you can dress?”
I blink in confusion, stopping midway. “But—”
“You’re going to stay naked and stand facing the wall.” He points to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind his desk. “Until my cum dries.”
My treacherous body sizzles at his filthy command.
“It’ll teach you not to leave the house without telling me.”
“I left you a note,” I say lamely.
His features sharpen disapprovingly. “Don’t make your punishment worse, little siren. Today, you’re my shiny little whore, here to serve me with your holes as many times as I want. Now do as I say.”
Lowering my gaze to the floor under his authoritative stare, I slide the blouse and bra off my shoulders until I’m stark naked. On shaky legs, I stand up.
“Heels off.”
God! I truly feel like a whore. Yet shame is the last thing burning in my veins.
He walks behind me as I trudge up to the glass wall with a stunning view of the top of the world. I press my hands against it as Kian’s body heat presses flush against my back, nudging my legs apart with his leather shoes.
“Ahh!” I scream when his palm spanks my ass.
“Tilt your ass, Iris.” He squeezes the smarting cheek. “Accept your spanking like a good girl.”
Dropping my head, I arch and do his bidding.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
My tears are falling to the floor by the time he finishes with the blows.
“Now you look pretty,” he rasps while I sob and pant. “Stay quiet unless spoken to.”
“Yes, sir.” His hand drops. “What if someone sees?”
His face dips to my ear, biting the lobe as he whispers, “Then they’ll see a bad little slut being punished.”
I hear him stalk back to his desk and take a seat on this throne. I feel like a naughty student punished by the headmaster. The fantasy I had the very first time I came to his office.
Each hour that passes by, I become turned on and so wet that I leak down my thighs. I’m completely ignored as he works in the background. My stomach somersaults when I hear the ringing of a conference call and he accepts.
I’m stunned as he converses with a professional veneer.
It shouldn’t be hot.
His cum has long since dried. I crave more of it, but in my pussy. He has no idea that I’m seriously close to stopping taking the birth control pills. To me, it wouldn’t matter if we had kids before or after getting married because he’s the one for me.
It’s the thought of my family that stops me. I’ve caused enough drama after calling off the engagement with Nathan.
The ending of his call yanks me to the present.
I hear his chair skid across the floor and feel him rise. I don’t dare look over my shoulder as I sense him coming closer and stopping.
“Turn around.”
Taking a deep breath, I face him and meet his heated gaze. Lifting a hand, he trails down my neck and halts around my heaving chest. Circling one nipple caked in his cum, he hardens it lewdly and twists, making me hiss.
“I love seeing you marked in my cum, but my favorite will always be coming inside your cunt, baby.” Creeping his fingers down my stomach, he dips them between my pussy lips. “Fucking soaked. I should punish you more often.”
“Kian!” I whine when he takes his hand away.