Chapter 31
Hi, my love.” His deep, sexy voice was the first thing I heard that morning. “Happy Birthday!”
Stretching my stiff body, I smiled. “Morning. This is how I want to wake up every day.”
“On the floor? Silly girl, why didn’t you sleep in your bed?”
“I needed to be with you.”
“You’re going to be sore all day.”
“You can give me a massage later.” I tried a seductive smile despite my puffy morning eyes.
“It’ll be my pleasure,” he said, running a finger along my cheek. “But I have to go in early today to make up for the days I’ve missed.” He got off the couch and stretched his back. “Ooh, I’m stiff too.”
I offered to make breakfast, but he refused. “Tonight, at my place. We’ll celebrate you.”
After he left, I made short calls to Aai and Sona. Sujit had left me a birthday wish at midnight, and I responded with a text. My phone and social media pages were abuzz with messages, but when I considered how I wanted to spend my day, all I could think of was Sameer. While having my coffee, I cooked up a plan that promised to make the day special for the both of us. I sent a quick email to Dr. Hadden that I was taking the day off. She emailed back promptly, saying I deserved a break after all the hard work I had put in. When the shops opened at ten, I took a rideshare and went shopping.
It was almost noon when I returned. After a quick bite of last night’s leftovers, I gave myself a mini-facial and stepped in for a luxurious shower before donning my new purchases. Then I called for a cab to take me to Sameer’s office.
A well-dressed receptionist asked for my name.
“Devika Mehta.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes, but I won’t be on his schedule. It’s a private appointment.”
She gave me a blank look. I responded with a sweet smile and held it until she was forced to smile back.
“I’ll let his assistant know,” she said, lifting the intercom receiver.
“Thank you.” I strolled along the lobby, studying the artwork on the walls, glad that it included no Selfia. In about a minute, a scrawny young man of South Asian descent, impeccably dressed, approached me with a confident but gracious smile.
“Mr. Rehani is in a meeting, but you can wait inside.” I followed him. I wondered why he had not asked me for more details about the meeting. Did “private meeting” mean something specific in this industry? Maybe they thought I was a rich heiress planning to invest my money with the firm? Or perhaps I was here to service Mr. Rehani. The thought tickled me.
I thanked him as he showed me to a stately waiting area surrounded by glass offices. Sameer was seated in one of the conference rooms, deep in conversation with two men and a woman. He looked striking in a tailored suit, his confident bearing exuding power. I settled down with my back to him, picked up a magazine from the side table, but returned it promptly. Neither celebrity gossip nor finance interested me. Instead, I pulled out my phone and began reading an article I had bookmarked. In a few minutes, the door opened, and the men and the woman walked out.
The scrawny young man reappeared to escort me to a different room. It was Sameer’s office, and he sat at his desk with his back to me.
“Lock the door behind you, Ms. Mehta.”
I turned the lock with a smooth click.
“Go ahead and strip. I’ll be with you in a moment,” I heard him say and went motionless.
His hand moved to somewhere around his table, and the blinds on the door and the windows began drawing in the darkness. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He lifted his head from his file, his back still to me. “I don’t hear you stripping, Ms. Mehta. Are you waiting for me to rip those clothes off your body?”
“Uh, Sameer,” I whispered.
“That’s Mr. Rehani to you.” He swiveled in his chair with a straight face and stood up. “You thought you could pull one over on me, Ms. Mehta? As if I could forget you made me dance to that challenge?”
My face flamed with heat.
He advanced toward me with careful, calculated steps. “See the thing is, although you might be an alpha, a tigress, I’m only one tiny step behind you, Tara Kadam. I’m a tiger, fearsome and powerful.”
“Is that so?” I purred.
“You better have brought some other clothes with you, because this dress is getting destroyed.” He snapped the buttons and flung the dress off my shoulders with such incredible speed that before I could gather my wits, I stood naked before him. But he wasn’t expecting what greeted him when that double-breasted trench dress came off my body. I stood in an open-bust, black bondage bra with rings and leather straps and a matching leather T-string. In other words, mostly naked. The nice woman at the sex shop also helped me pick out a discreet chain necklace attached to nipple rings.
“What do you say, tiger?” I said, striking a pose.
All he could manage was a gasp as he raked a hand through his hair, then loosened the tie at his neck.
I giggled. “You wanted kink, you got kink, baby.”
“Oh, you have come to play, my tigress.”
I saw the spark in his eyes as he saw my perked-up, taut nipples. But he bridled his excitement and flicked them with his fingers to watch me wince. Holding a firm grip on my wrist, he led us to his table and, in a swift motion, swiped the contents to the floor. Files and paper flew off the desk like I had only seen in movies. As I wondered who was going to clean all that up and reorganize the files, he ordered me down on my back with my knees spread wide. I redirected my eyes to him and obeyed like a good girl. With a growl, he removed his jacket and flung it away. It landed somewhere in the vicinity of my discarded dress.
Eyes firmly locked with mine, he continued, “This is what a tiger does when he is really hot and horny. Are you ready, my tigress?” He attacked my neck and clenched it between his teeth, firmly but not to the point of pain. I giggled hard.
“Unless you have a degree in zoology, I’m not taking your word for it,” I teased. “But I did read somewhere that the tiger holds down his mate by the neck to prevent her from slapping him as he enters because it’s painful. But apparently, the pain is what enables fertilization and propagates the species.”
He looked up and stepped away. “You just killed my sexy tiger with that science lesson,” he said with a frown, and I laughed.
I flung my legs back together and sat up. “Don’t worry, your sexy tigress knows enough ways to get you hot again. Let’s see what she has to offer.”
With complete faith in my transfer-resistant, matte red lipstick, I took my mouth to his. His hands explored the cool leather on my bare breasts. His thumbs rolled over my nipples, then his hands traveled down to my waist. I squirmed.
“Aah, tickles!” I yelped and jounced out of his arms.
“Okay,” he said, and pulled me back.
I inhaled him. “You smell different.”
“Yeah?” He kissed my jaw while beading my nipples. “Different how?”
“You smell like power.” I put my arms around his neck, and he squeezed my bottom.
“Hmm, does that turn you on?”
In response, I kissed him furiously.
He smiled. “That much, eh?”
I stepped out of his arms and asked, “How did you know I had come for this?”
“You underestimate me, babe. I’m usually one step ahead of you. I can always anticipate your next move.” He leaned against his desk, arms folded, legs crossed at the ankles, holding a smile—the smug one that I hated.
“Wanna bet?” I took a step closer. “I’m dying to wipe that smirk off your stupid face.”
He remained unperturbed and grinned wider. “What’s the challenge this time?”
“I bet you’ll come before I do.”
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s bold, borderline audacious. What are the stakes here?”
“Isn’t winning reward enough?” I asked with a smirk of my own.
He chuckled. “Okay, challenge accepted. Show me what you got.” He rolled his chair over and sat, then planted a conceited smile on his face.
In the dim light of a tall floor lamp standing guard in a corner, I walked to the couch where he had put my bag and pulled out a pair of five-inch stiletto heels to replace the sensible low spikes I had worn to get there. I strutted up to him like a model on a catwalk, kissed him, then kicked his chair, which rolled back and hit the wall.
I wedged my heeled foot between his thighs and said, “So Mr. Rehani, what would you like first?”
I unbuttoned and unzipped him. He slipped off his shoes and removed his trousers and underpants. Kneeling seductively on the carpeted floor, I wrapped my fingers around him. His eyes remained fixed on my red nails as I stroked him, but when I took my red lips to it, they clenched shut as if by a magic spell. His body slumped in the chair, making it easier for me to take him in. It felt more thrilling than I had imagined. I loved owning this power to make him groan with helplessness. His hand slipped into my silky hair, clutched it, and pushed me in deeper. I stopped and pulled him out.
“Don’t force me,” I commanded.
With closed eyes, he nodded, and I took him in my mouth again, sliding all the way down his beautiful, thick length. Curling my tongue, I swirled it a couple of times. I wanted him undone. My tongue rolled over the head, teasing the delicate skin. He thrust his pelvis up and let out another groan. Oh yes, I was so winning this!
He must have felt my smile, because the next instant, he sprang off the chair and cast me an evil grin. “My turn.”
The tenderness with which he helped me up from my kneeling position disappeared in an instant when he shoved me down on his desk. It was so hot that I was ill-prepared for the soft touches that followed. He grazed his fingers along my back and peppered my buttocks with kisses. But it was a misdirect, because the next thing I felt was a light spank. I gasped, and he kissed away the sting. He brought his left hand around to my breast and kneaded it softly, then spanked me again, a little harder this time. My back arched.
“That hurt?” he asked tenderly.
“No.”
“Want more?”
“Yes.”
“Harder?”
“No.”
His hand came down on me again and again and again as he continued to knead my breast. After each whack, he kissed and blew on it.
When he pushed me flat to my stomach, my bottom hung out, courtesy of the impractically high heels, giving me the leverage I needed and the access he wanted. Using his legs, he parted mine. I held my breath as I felt him squat behind me, his tongue flicking between my buttocks. They squeezed on instinct, but he used his hands to pull them wide. The tongue kept rolling and swirling, going further down to my already wet folds. But I wasn’t complaining. He was my tiger.
“Come up, turn over,” he said. My T-string came off next and got tossed away.
“Lie on your back.”
He pushed my knees up and out, exposing me to him completely.
“I feel really naked,” I said.
“You are, and I love it.” He bent down and kissed me. Featherlight kisses meant to torment, leave me begging for more. When I jerked into his mouth, he smiled and kissed but didn’t yield. “Not yet, my love.”
He released his grip on my knees and moved up my stomach, the hair on his jaw scraping my skin, setting it on fire, his beautiful, shapely lips pressing everywhere. My fingers grazed through his hair as his mouth landed on my breasts. His tongue twirled around the metal ring, and when he flicked my bound nipple, my head jolted off the desk.
“Easy, baby.” He laughed, but his tenderness reappeared. “Does that hurt?”
“No, keep going, tiger.” He laughed again and kissed my chest, gradually moving down my body. I knew where he was headed. I wanted it, but it also meant my annihilation. He began with a light lick, and I groaned.
“Not a sound, my kitten. Let’s see if you can manage that.” His warm tongue ran through the cold, wet beads, and my entire body stiffened. He swirled his tongue on me just like I had a few moments ago.
“Cheater. You stole my technique,” I whispered.
“Yeah? Are you complaining?”
“No, not me.” He took the flesh tenderly between his teeth before turning it over to his soft lips, and I was ready to accept defeat. I had to stop it.
“There’s a condom in my bag.” I panted. “From the ones you left at my place.”
“What’s the rush?” he asked, exploring a new zigzag route with his tongue.
I took my lower lip between my teeth to stop the loud moans from escaping my throat before pushing him away.
“Ah, was that the tigress’ slap?”
I swung my legs back together and stole a few quick breaths.
“We need to level the playing field. Get the condom.”
He smiled and kissed me before walking to the couch where I had put my bag, his disheveled appearance making him sexier. His cute butt peeked from below his shirt, and the tie around his neck had lost its shape and purpose. He was perfectly naked and heavy. I touched myself at the sight while he stroked himself, our eyes locked. Then he rolled on the rubber.
I jumped off the desk. He swung me around and lifted my right leg to rest on the cool wood, bending it at the knee. Then, coaxing me down, he entered. But unlike the torturous experience for the poor tigress, my tiger filled me up smoothly until he was hot and tight inside me. He slipped up the band of my bra, freeing my breasts from their cage, but the nipple rings stayed intact.
He kneaded ever so gently. When he found his rhythm, he pulled an arm around me, sucking on my earlobe and kissing my nape. His pulse quickened as he increased the pace, his breath on my back adding another layer of sensuality. Unintentional, but oh, so good. I was losing fast. He put his palm flat on my back and leaned me over the desk, pumping deeper, faster, making more contact with my core. I knew I wouldn’t last long. He knew it too.
I had to prolong it by distracting myself. Instantly, I summoned the multiplication table of seventeen. It had vexed me most as a child, and I had still not mastered it.
Seventeen twos are thirty-four, seventeen threes are …add, my mind prompted … fifty-one. Seventeen fours are …fifty-one plus seventeen…sixty-eight. It was working. I was pleasantly focused on the table, and I felt him throb. I had to hold on for a few more seconds, a minute perhaps, until he gave in. Maybe I could hasten it. I clenched my pelvis and continued counting.
“Seventeen fives are eighty-five.”
“What?”
“Nothing, keep going.”
“Are you doing multiplication in your head?”
“No. Move faster.”
Seventeen sixes are…ah, shit, what was seventeen fives?
“Tara…are you doing what I think you’re doing?” He thrust harder.
“I’ve no idea what you mean.”
Okay, back to seventeen into five…eighty-five.
So, eighty-five plus seventeen is one hundred and two.It was working again. I wasn’t drawn to all the wonderful things happening to my body. I tightened my pelvic muscles again, seventeen sevens—
“Tara,” he rumbled in a deep voice. He leaned into me, kissed my shoulder, and dragged his fingers down my back. My head rose in response, and my mind drifted to him for a brief, weak moment. “Do it again, baby, squeeze me. Do you know how good you feel? How tight and perfect?”
“Shut up, Sameer. I know what you’re doing,” I said, and reverted to the numbers dancing in my head. But he kissed my back, and they vanished again.
“Oh, Tara…I want you just like this…everyday…for the rest of my life.” He enunciated the words into my ear, and the volcano erupted. My treacherous body responded violently to his words and spasmed, clenching him tight, my orgasm coursing through my body. My head dipped forward and my knees buckled as I felt him pulsate vigorously. With a silent grunt, he emptied himself and collapsed on my back. He beat me by two seconds.
When we descended that high, he removed the condom and trashed it in the bin. “There you go, Tara Kadam, you lose again.” With a handful of tissues plucked from the box on his desk, he wiped himself clean.
“You cheated,” I said, adjusting the useless bra that covered nothing.
“Says the person using math to delay her orgasm.” He grinned and bent to suck my nipple peeking through the ring.
I pushed him away with a grunt. “Well, congratulations, big winner.”
“That’s not in the spirit of the game now, is it, loser?” He pulled me closer and cupped my butt. “Do you want to remove the rings? Do they hurt? I have lotion in my drawer if you want.”
I smiled. “I’m okay. They aren’t too tight.”
“That was the best surprise anyone’s ever given me, babe. You get something special for this tonight, your birthday gift.”
“I don’t care much for worldly possessions,” I said with a dramatic flair. “But I won’t say no to having you.” I grinned, and he laughed.
“I’m sorry I can’t take the day off. With this unexpected trip to India, there’s much I need to do.”
“That’s alright.” I flirted. “I can’t wait for this evening.”
“Me neither. Now let me find someone to give you a ride back. I’ll come and get you after work.”
“What? No way! This will be my walk of shame, if there ever was one. Everyone on this floor knows what we did in this office. Probably heard us too. I’ll avoid all eye contact and slip out as discreetly as possible.”
“Hey, you got to own it with pride. Plus, no one is going to make eye contact with you, sweetheart. You were in the boss’s office,” he said with a wink.
“And when has that ever worked out well for anyone?”
“True, but you’re the only one who’s been in here with me, so that kind of makes you special, doesn’t it?”
“Speaking of…”
He sighed. “I haven’t yet.”
“You still don’t have your ring on.”
He looked at his hand. “I didn’t notice. That’s telling.”
I caught a hint of anxiety on his face as he tucked his shirt into the trousers.
“Don’t worry,” I said, placing a hand on his chest. I straightened his tie and put his hair back in place. “It won’t be as bad as you imagine.” He nodded.
Despite my repeated protests, he drove me back. As I got out of his car below my apartment, he said, “Hey, save this set. I see us using it many times over.”