Chapter 25 #2
Sauntering around the corner of his desk, I do my best to sway my hips, knowing full well how good my legs and ass look in my heels and dress.
“No.” He holds up a hand, stopping me. “Crawl to me.”
I stop dead in my tracks. Is he serious right now? I mean, yeah, I was about to climb onto his lap, but crawl?
Tamping down the odd mixture of anger and lust rising in my core, I tell him, “I’m not crawling to you.”
He smirks at me. “Why not? It wouldn’t be the first time I got you on this office floor. Now, be my good girl. Get on your hands and knees and crawl.”
I bite my lip, fighting back the groan lodged in my throat. Why does he make this sound so filthy and sexy? It should be degrading. It should be embarrassing. It should be a million different things, but mostly, it’s fucking hot.
Holding eye contact, I grab the corner of his desk, drop to my knees, then lower my hands to the floor. My dress rides up my thighs in this position, my breasts practically falling out, and slowly, I put one hand in front of the other, and I crawl.
When I near Blake, there’s tension all over his face, his jaw ticking, the tendon in his neck bulging. His hands are in tight fists on the armrests of his chair, and for a second, I think that maybe I can still get the upper hand here.
But then he rolls his chair back, creating more distance between us. I pause and give him a questioning look.
“Did I say you could stop?” He moves his chair back even further. “Keep crawling.”
A lump forms in my throat, the heat I was feeling dissipating as I realize this is turning into another game to him. Another way for him to exert his power over me with this deal. What was feeling sexy now feels shameful.
I grab onto his desk and lift myself up onto my knees, embarrassment coursing through me. “Fuck you, Blake.”
The bastard just continues smirking at me. “I told you there’d be consequences if you didn’t follow the rules. Now be a good girl and—”
I pounce.
Before he can get one more word out, I crash my mouth against his, climbing into his lap and straddling him.
Fuck. This. Guy.
Blake’s hands come to my ass and he kisses me back with a hunger that threatens to consume me.
Threatens to pull me under with the promise of what I know that mouth can do.
And I want to give in. I’m so tempted to let him have me however he wants.
On the floor. On his desk. In the fucking hallway, for all I care.
But I don’t give in. Today, he pays for the way he’s been treating me.
Blake’s tongue finds mine, tangling with me in a wicked dance, and the stubble on his face rubs tantalizingly against my skin as he devours me.
I trail my hands from his shoulders, down to his chest, then back up to his tie. My fingers work the knot as he kisses me, then slide it free from his shirt.
Pulling back, my voice raspy, I tell him, “Put your hands behind your back.”
My heart beats wildly in my chest. Anticipation, lust and dread all swirl together in my stomach and create an eruption of flutters that has my skin vibrating, my core heating, my entire being lit up for this man and what I’m about to do to him—the pendulum in this sick game we play about to swing back in my favor.
I hope like hell he doesn’t question me, because I don’t have a back-up plan.
He stares at me like he can see into my very soul, those green eyes now darkened with lust, searching for something in my own.
I grind into his lap, the hard length of him evident through his pants.
“Please,” I moan. “Please, Blake. Trust me. Let me make you feel good.” I drop a hand to his cock, palming him through his slacks.
“Let me make it up to you for not following the rules.” I bring my lips to his ear and whisper, “Let me be your good little whore.”
He groans, thrusting up into my hand, and I know I’ve won at this point.
His hands leave my ass, and I sit up as he leans forward, putting them behind his back.
I reach around him, tying his wrists together at the small of his back with one end of the tie, then using the remaining slack to tie them to the armrest. I pull it snug so he can’t lean forward without pulling the chair with him, and he grunts.
“Shhh,” I hush him, my lips against his ear as I tug on both of my knots again to make sure they’re tight. They have to hold, or this won’t work.
Satisfied Blake’s not going anywhere, I grind into him again, rubbing my pussy slowly over his straining cock.
“Fuck,” he breathes, rolling his hips to match my own. “Take it out,” he orders.
I press a finger to his lips. “Uh uh,” I tsk. “I’m the one in control here, and this is the moment where I make you start to regret me.” Something hot flashes in Blake’s eyes, and I smirk at him.
Anger spreads across his face and I feel him tense beneath me. He pulls forward, trying to get free, but I stay straddling him, keeping him held captive in his chair beneath me.
“Untie me,” he says, his voice deep and wicked and full of promise. “Or this won’t end well for you.”
I sit up straight, slowly trailing my hands over my body before pulling down the front of my dress and exposing my breasts to him. His throat works as he swallows, taking in my bare chest. Cupping my breasts, I push them together.
“You aren’t really in a position to make threats,” I tell him. “So, if you want to come, you’ll do everything I say.”
Time for a piece of your own medicine, Blake.
His nostrils flair, but when I lean forward and press my chest to his face, he groans.
“Now, be a good boy and sit here quietly while I work,” I direct, smothering him in the valley of my chest. He nuzzles into me, his mouth roving over my flesh, kissing and licking his way up and down my cleavage.
When I pull back, I bring a nipple to his mouth.
“Lick it,” I tell him, mirroring what he did to me when he had me pinned on the floor beneath him in this very office.
He doesn’t hesitate. Dipping his head forward, he takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until it hardens, and then nibbles on the sensitive flesh. A hiss escapes me when he bites down with a little force, causing a sting that has my clit throbbing.
Blake feasts on my chest, alternating between my nipples as I start rolling my hips into him again, creating sweet friction on my aching clit against his dick. When grinding on him isn’t enough, I grab the bottom of my dress and pull it up until my lower half is completely exposed to him.
I lean back, and Blake’s eyes immediately drop to my bare pussy. “Goddamn it,” he growls. “Untie me. Right fucking now, so I can fuck that pretty little cunt.”
Reaching down, I trail my fingers over myself and shudder.
I’m wet, and my fingers slide easily through my folds.
Gathering the wetness on my fingertips, I rub a few circles around my clit, then bring my hand up to Blake’s mouth, trailing my fingers over his lips and smearing my arousal across them.
“Taste me,” I tell him. “Taste what you’ll never get to have again.”
He thrashes beneath me, his shoulders straining as he tries to free himself. “Fuck,” he grunts. “If you don’t fucking untie me—”
I shove my fingers into his mouth. “What did I say about threats, Blake?” Reaching down with my other hand, I start working his dick through his pants. “You aren’t being a very good boy right now. Don’t you want to come?”
He groans around my fingers, and I grin. The sick bastard is getting off on this.
I hold my fingers in his mouth and start grinding against him again, rubbing my clit onto him over and over and over, that tension in my belly coiling tighter.
“Oh god,” I groan, and pull my fingers from his mouth. Grabbing onto his shoulders, I tilt my hips forward, giving myself better leverage and hitting just the right spot. “I’m so close, Blake.”
My hips roll, my wet pussy leaving a growing damp spot in his lap.
“Be a good girl and come, sweetheart,” Blake says, and when I look up, the desperation on his face has that fire burning even hotter.
I half consider untying him, but think better of it and instead continue grinding against him, staving off my own orgasm until I get him right where I want him. When he starts breathing heavily, his hips jerking against my own, I increase my pressure.
“Fuck, Trace,” he pants. “Stop. I’m going to fucking come.”
“Good. Come in your pants for me like a good boy.”
“Fuuuuck,” he groans. He lifts his hips, thrusting up into me as I press my clit down against him, and he comes with a grunt, the damp spot on his pants getting wetter as he spills his release into the fabric.
The sound he makes has my own orgasm ripping through me, and I grip his shoulders hard, grinding into him and further flooding his lap as I ride out my release, rolling my hips over and over again as I wrench out every ounce of pleasure that I can.
My heart beats uncontrollably in my chest, my breathing heavy, and when I look up and see the hatred in Blake’s eyes, a feeling of victory sweeps through me.
He looks like he wants to kill me.
Good. Now he can drop his stupid fucking rules.
Getting off his lap, I adjust my dress to cover myself again, but can’t ignore the burn of his gaze against me.
“Untie me,” he growls. “And let’s see what happens next.”
My stomach flips, but I square my shoulders and wink at him. “Nah. Have fun getting out of this one.” I grab my bag and turn to leave his office. When I reach the door, I tell him, “No more ground rules, Blake. No more games. This battle between us? It ends now.”
Not even bothering to look back at him, I head down the hallway, leaving him tied to his chair with our cum all over his pants.