Chapter 18
Tracy
Istep into Blake’s office, spine straight and shoulders squared. I started this battle, and now I’m about to finish it.
Blake is seated on the couch in his office, a drink in his hand.
He’s lost his suit jacket, but is still sporting his tie.
Closing the door behind me, I make my way over to the seating area and sit in the chair across from him.
He looks all dark and foreboding, sitting there with a surly look on his face.
It sends a jolt of excitement through me.
That’s right, Blake. Two can play this game. Welcome to the misery.
“You’re Craig’s protégé now?” he asks.
I study my fingernails, doing my best to look unphased by his attitude.
“You know, you are quite the jealous man, Blake. First the bar, now this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually wanted me around.
” I flick my gaze up to him. “Or is this just another attempt to rattle me? Get me to loosen up and get comfortable, just so you can cut my legs out from under me?”
It’s becoming increasingly obvious Blake is the jealous type. The question is: why? What does he want from me?
He leans forward, setting his glass on the coffee table between us and loosening his tie. “You’re the most aggravating fucking person I’ve ever met.”
Scoffing, I sink back into my chair, making sure to part my legs the tiniest amount. I’m wearing a short blue sundress today, and the move has made my inner thighs just barely visible to him.
His eyes drop before returning to my face, just like I knew they would.
“And you’re the most miserable,” I tell him. “Tell me, how many times have you looked at that picture I sent you over the last week?”
His jaw tenses, but he doesn’t say anything. Which is answer enough.
Getting up, I walk over to him, standing between his legs and putting my hands on his shoulders. “It sure seems like you want me to be your protégé now. Are you having regrets about telling me you don’t need me?”
He glances up at me, those green eyes piercing my very soul. It takes all my willpower not to run my fingers through his hair and mussy it up. God, he’s so gorgeous like this—looking up at me, that powerful body of his coiled tight and ready to strike.
And he could. He could so easily overpower me right now if he wanted to, but he doesn’t.
Leaning down, I press my lips onto the collar of his white shirt, making sure to leave a clear lipstick print.
He swallows. I can practically feel the pulse in his neck through the layers of his shirt.
Standing back up, I return to the chair across from him, and this time, I leave my legs fully open, giving him a clear view of the black lacy thong I’m wearing.
He leans forward, bringing his elbows to his thighs and clenching his fists in front of him.
“Tell me you want me, and I’ll come back to you,” I tell him. “Admit that you were wrong. Admit that you want me here. Admit that you want to train me. Admit that you are the real problem here and apologize.”
I trail my fingers up my inner thigh, pushing my dress up higher as I go. When I reach the apex of my thighs, I pause. “Well, Blake?”
He clasps his hands in front of him. “Keep going,” he commands. “And I’ll consider apologizing.”
I smirk. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
Sinking fully back into my chair, I cup my breast with my free hand, while dragging the other slowly over my pussy. When I reach my clit, I gently rub it over the material of my thong.
Blake watches me intently, his gaze dark, and I alternate between stroking myself and rubbing my clit over my panties. I move my fingers slowly, tantalizingly, over my pussy, and damn if I don’t wish it was his fingers instead.
His jaw clenches as I continue teasing myself, and after a few minutes he directs, “Reach inside your panties.”
Tweaking my nipple through the material of my clothes, I let out a low moan and arch my back, then do as he says, dipping my hand under the fabric of my thong.
I run my fingers over the length of my aching pussy, gathering the wetness and bringing it up to my clit.
Slowly, I make small circles around it with my fingertips.
I’m soaked, the tension in my belly coiling tighter and tighter. I only meant to get a rise out of Blake, but now that I’ve started, I want nothing more than to come.
His intense gaze never leaves me, and it makes me even wetter. An artery pulses in his neck and his jaw ticks as he clenches his teeth.
He’s loving and hating this.
Smiling at him, I dip a finger inside my pussy and roll my hips into my hand.
Blake groans, the sound deep and rough as he leans back on the couch and adjusts himself in his pants.
Seeing the effect this has on him is driving me wild, and I start pumping my finger in and out, my other hand still teasing my nipples.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Add another finger.”
I sink a second finger in and whimper. I’ve made myself come plenty of times with my hand, but it’s never felt like this before. It’s never felt so intense.
“Taste yourself. Suck on your fingers for me,” he says, his voice strained.
Removing my fingers from between my legs, I make a show of licking them before sucking them into my mouth. The taste of myself has me practically moaning around my fingers.
Why is this so hot?
“So fucking good for me. Following directions like a good girl.” Blake grips himself through his pants. “How do you taste, sweetheart? I bet you’re fucking delicious.”
“Mmhmm,” I hum around my fingers.
“Put them back in your pussy. Three of them this time,” he orders.
I slowly pull my fingers from my mouth, dragging them down my neck and chest and back to between my legs. My body is on fire. Every cell of my being vibrates with a desperate need for release.
Reaching under the fabric of my thong, I slowly work three fingers in and moan at the stretch. “Oh god. Blake…”
“Fuck yourself, Trace. Pump them in and out. I want to see you come all over yourself.”
I start moving my hand, working my fingers in and out. I’m so wet at this point, it makes a loud, slick noise with each thrust. My breathing gets heavy, and I can feel myself tensing around my fingers, getting close, so close, to coming.
Blake reaches for the buckle of his belt, and I stop thrusting. “If you so much as think about jerking off right now, I’ll walk out that door and never come back,” I tell him.
He freezes, hands on his belt buckle. “Fuuuuck,” he groans. “Fine. Fuck. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
I slowly resume pumping my fingers in and out as Blake leans forward again, watching me intently. His chest rises and falls with his heavy breathing, and I love seeing him come undone so easily.
With my other hand, I rub slow circles around my clit, and it’s about enough to make me come on the spot. “I’m going to come,” I rasp.
“Come, sweetheart.” He clenches his hands in front of him again, his gaze fixed between my legs. Even though I’m still mostly covered by the fabric of my thong, I know how obscene this must look. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs.
His words tip me over the edge and I come with a loud moan, my pussy clenching tight around my fingers. I hold them still inside me as my other hand continues to rub my clit, riding out the pleasure as my body convulses.
By the time I come down from my high, I’m panting, my body damp with sweat and my fingers soaked. Pulling them from my pussy, I force myself up on shaky legs and walk over to Blake.
Grabbing his hair, I tilt his head back and bring the fingers that were inside me to his lips. “Taste me,” I tell him, and he opens his mouth without hesitation.
I stick my fingers in his mouth and he sucks on them greedily, licking my cum from them like a man starved. When I pull them from his mouth, he grabs my wrist, but I twist free, stepping back to the other side of the coffee table.
After straightening my dress and taking a second to try to compose myself, I put my hands on my hips. “Well?”
“I’m sorry. I was wrong,” Blake mumbles, so quietly I barely hear him.
“What was that?” I ask. “Might want to speak up if you want this to be believable.”
He sighs. “I said I’m sorry. I was wrong and I do want you here. I want you with me. I was the one in the wrong.”
“You sure were.” I pop my hip and tilt my head at him. “But you know what? I still prefer my fingers over you. Guess I don’t need you for anything, either. Apology not accepted.”
Blake instantly tenses, and I back toward the door before he can attack. “See ya around, boss,” I toss over my shoulder, then practically run through the hallway, down the stairs, and to Craig’s office on the first floor.
The office is empty when I get there, so I grab my things and go to my car. No way am I hanging around the office after that. I’m basically a quivering, hot mess right now, still recovering from that orgasm and high on the satisfaction of giving Blake a taste of his own medicine.
The high wears off though when I back out of my parking spot and see Blake standing at the front door, hands casually in his pockets and a malicious grin on his face.
Anxiety floods me, but I push it down, flashing him a big smile as I pull out of the parking lot and onto the street. Trying to calm my racing mind and thundering heart, I focus on breathing and rush back to my apartment before I can stop and consider what the consequences of my actions might be.
When I reach my apartment, I toss my bag on the kitchen island and fish out my phone.
There’s a text from Blake.
Shit.
I consider ignoring it. I consider deleting it. Hell, at this point, I’m considering changing my phone number all together.
What are you doing, Tracy?
Why does it feel like I won a battle, only to now be riding into a war that I’m sure to lose?
Maybe I messed up. Doubt starts to creep in, and a pit forms in my stomach. I shouldn’t have done that. He’s my boss, for fuck’s sake. I mean, yeah, I got him to admit what I wanted to hear. But at what cost?
No, I did nothing wrong. He did worse to me last week, so he has no right to be upset with me.
Still, the thought does little to comfort me. Neither do the texts he sent when I finally work up the courage to read them.
Blake
Do you know what happens to people that cross me, sunshine?
They get ruined.
And I am so looking forward to ruining you.
Oh, fuck.