Chapter 10 #2
He grabs a fist full of my hair and leans in close like he is going to kiss me before he whispers, “You like to be tied up, Cat?”
“Yes,” I gasp, pulling against his grip to lick his bottom lip.
Aiden leans in and kisses me again. A brief distraction as he shoves my panties aside and drives two fingers inside me, all the way to the knuckle.
I moan into his mouth, my nails digging into his biceps.
I’m so wet it’s obscene, the sound is slick, pornographic, and it makes my whole body light up.
He fingers me, slow at first, then brutal, alternating between curling and spreading, his thumb grinding the rope against my clit with inhuman consistency. I’m already close, the orgasm clawing up my spine and I feel my body start to tighten just as he stops.
Everything.
He lets me go and takes a step back, pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose with the hand that was tangled in my hair moments ago.
I watch this bastard lick his fingers before he drops to his knees, leans in and bites me.
His teeth sink into the sensitive skin just above the rope, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make me gasp.
The sting makes me arch into him, and I can’t stop the moan that slips out.
His hand slams over my mouth instantly, and his voice is low, rough, when he growls, “Quiet.”
I nod, but he doesn’t remove his hand. His fingers hook into the edge of my panties, yanking them aside, and the rope rubs against my clit, making me twitch.
He doesn’t waste time, his tongue is on me in an instant, licking a wet, filthy stripe from my entrance to clit.
The sensation is almost too much, the rope pressing into me with every flick of his tongue.
He eats me like he’s starving, like he’s dying for it, and I can’t stop my hips from rocking against his mouth.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open, and his tongue circles the knot, teasing it, before diving back in, lapping at me with a desperation that makes my head spin.
My hands are clamped over his, stifling my needy girl moans.
He pushes two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and the orgasm hits me like a freight train.
I’m shaking, whimpering against his hand, and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, not until I’m fucking trembling.
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and his eyes burn into me like he’s plotting how to destroy me next. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.”
This man. This man is going to ruin me.
I grab his lapels and jerk him forward, my lips crashing against his, tasting myself on his tongue as I fumble with his belt. It comes undone with a sharp snap, and his cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head flushed and wet. I brush my thumb over the head of him and feel his body tense.
“Last chance,” he whispers as my hand slides up and down his cock. “If you don’t say the safe word, I’m going to fuck you until your brain glitches.”
“Promise?” I whisper, leaning back farther on the desk and licking the slick of his precum from my thumb.
He yanks me closer to the edge of the desk, and then he’s inside me in one brutal thrust, a delicious stretch and the blunt shock of fullness, filling me completely. The desk rocks under us, papers everywhere, a contract crushed under my ass and another glued to his palm by our sweat.
I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming, but he doesn’t care.
He clamps his hand over my mouth again, and fucks me like he’s trying to break me.
The rope rubs against my clit with every thrust, doubling the pleasure until I’m completely fucking unraveled.
He fists my hair, pulling my head back so he can watch my face, and the look in his eyes is pure fucking madness and I love it.
I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, and my nails claw at his back, leaving angry red marks.
The desk creaks under us, the sound loud.
The risk is omnipresent. The admin is one floor down, the cleaning crew on twelve.
If anyone comes to the door, there’s no hiding this, no plausible deniability, just scandal and ruin and the best orgasm of my fucking life.
But I don’t care, not when he’s fucking me like this, not when every thrust feels like heaven.
He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, and his voice is low, rough, when he growls, “Been driving me fucking insane since you walked in this morning.” The words tear through me like electricity, and I come, wild and unscripted, the pleasure so sharp I see stars.
He doesn’t stop, just keeps thrusting, the slap of his hips punctuating the moans I can’t suppress.
He holds off, waits until I’m shuddering and incoherent, then follows, grunting my name like a curse as he spills inside me.
We’re both fucking wrecked, panting, tangled together on the desk, and the only sound is our ragged breathing.
Aiden is the first to move. He unties my harness with far more skill and far less time than it took me to craft it.
His hands are tender, massaging the marks left by the rope.
His face, when he finally meets my gaze, is almost reverent.
“We have to be more careful,” he says, but he’s smiling, the lines of his face softening in a way I’ve never seen.
“Define careful,” I shoot back, slipping off the desk, legs wobbling as I straighten my skirt.
He re-buttons his pants, runs a hand through his hair, and, just as he is about to say something else, a ping erupts from his phone.
Aiden checks the screen, “Fuck. Board meeting, fifteen minutes. Video conference. I need to—”
I laugh, and for the first time in weeks, it isn’t bitter or barbed. “You’re going to ace it. Just…fix your tie, sir.”
He yanks the tie straight, and I wipe the lipstick off his jaw, and adjust his glasses. I tuck the rope in my purse, savoring the residual burn on my thighs. I open the door, and step into the empty corridor.
“Cat?”
“Yeah?” I look over my shoulder at him.
His voice is softer now. “Tonight. Penthouse. Seven. Don’t be late.”
I nod and walk away, the ache between my legs matched only by the satisfaction curdling in my gut. I’m not sure which of us is winning, or if that even matters.
But I know this, for the first time, I’m exactly where I want to be.