Chapter 9 #3
The idea was decadent, even a little sinful. I glanced at the open door, reminding myself the blinds were all closed so no one could see in and the doors were locked. Plus, what I did in the privacy of my own home was my business. Mine. No one else.
With a subtle, throaty laugh, I stood. There was quite an evil smile on my face as I stripped off my tank top, tossing it aside. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my thong, sliding the soft, silky material down my legs.
Without looking, I kicked them off, taking a scattered breath that sounded as if I was releasing pent-up air. Or fear. That was it. Fear. As if I wasn’t allowed to pleasure myself in my own home.
Well, fuck that.
The playlist I’d selected for working was far too mellow. I needed something wild and crazy, depicting the sinful way I felt. While shimmying my hips, I searched through all the playlists I’d created. One for every mood.
Wow. Would you look at that? I had one titled Tasty Seduction. Perfect.
As soon as the music started to play, I closed my eyes, doing nothing more than breathing while the first delicious drumbeats boomed against the subtle strings of the acoustic guitar. I certainly knew why I’d selected the first song.
I swayed my hips, taking several deep breaths while brushing my fingertips down the side of my neck.
Tingling sensations popped across my skin, heat rising in the deepest part of me.
I continued moving while crawling my fingers between my breasts.
A slight giggle bubbled to the surface as I rolled the tip of my index finger around my right nipple.
Within seconds, it was rock hard and sensitive, so I moved to the other one, still undulating my hips. As if I was a talented dancer, which I used to be or so I’d thought, I moved around the corner of my desk. Even pretending as if there was an audience.
In tossing my hair from one side to the other, I fell more intrinsically into the music, the bass rumbling in my chest. Laughing, I could almost pretend I was being naughty in front of a crowd of famished, alpha men eager and willing to do anything to fulfill their needs.
The thing was I wouldn’t mind doing whatever it took to satisfy their fantasies. No matter how dark, how dangerous, or if I was required to surrender all of me.
I continued dancing, gyrating to every beat while flicking my finger across one nipple and pinching the other. The pain was delightful.
By the time I made it around the other side of the desk, I’d rubbed the flat of my hand down my stomach. When I dared open my eyes, I laughed since my vision was slightly cloudy. Yes, I certainly did need a nice hard cock to satisfy my own needs.
Patience. I’d need to learn patience.
The moment my fingertips reached my aching pussy, I was close to panting. For whatever crazy reason, my mind wandered through events of the day, picking them apart. Soon, I realized the moment was cleansing, freeing me of the day’s tensions and the mental clarity heightened the euphoria.
Suddenly, my legs were wobbly, incapable of holding me aloft any longer.
I struggled to shift the chair just so, thumping down and immediately opening my legs as wide as the arms would allow.
It was as if I’d exposed myself to the world.
I pressed the balls of my feet against the floor, the way I was sitting completely naughty.
I leaned my head back, staring at the ceiling while I rubbed just one finger down my pussy. Teasing myself as perhaps a man would do.
Only I wouldn’t know since I’d never had a man take the time to know what I needed. What I wanted. What I preferred. My laugh sounded bitter, but it wasn’t about being angry with the former men in my life.
It was about never letting myself fall for a dude. Ever again.
What I deserved in my life was a tall, dark, and extremely handsome older and far more self-assured man. It wouldn’t hurt if he had eyes capable of penetrating mine with an incredible soul and a deep voice. Or money. Now who had I just described with decent detail?
“Who are you, mystery man, and why do I crave you so damn much?” The words were whispered, agonizing because I knew I’d never see him again. But if I did, I was determined to jump his bones.
Another laugh and I closed my eyes all over again while allowing my fingers to taunt and provide myself with the pleasure I needed. I rolled the tips around my clit several times before sliding them just between my swollen folds.
As soon as I thrust two fingers inside, my hips lifted off the chair, my heels digging into the thin carpet under my desk.
My breath caught in my throat, hitching to the point of being lightheaded.
Soon, I was more aggressive, pinching my clit before plunging three fingers inside.
Even flexing them open as I pumped like a crazed woman.
Which was the way I felt.
Far too hungry. Far too much in need.
Envisioning his face both with and without the mask.
God, he was a creation of beauty. I wondered if he had any idea he was fuckable material.
I shifted on the chair, moaning, and the exertion was just enough tiny beads of perspiration tickled both sides of my face. I licked my lips, continuing to thrust my fingers in deep while rolling my thumb across my clit.
My God. I couldn’t breathe. The chair squeaked from my rapid movements, causing me to laugh. I pressed my hand against my face, almost embarrassed, but not because of what I was doing.
Because I could bring myself sheer ecstasy when no man ever had before.
“Yes. Yes…” I was close. So close.
My nipples ached, fire rushing through every muscle, and his face remained a constant in my mind. As the orgasm began to curl my toes, I lifted my hips once again.
“Oh. Oh. Oh, yes. Yes…”
Just as the climax roared through me and I tossed my head back, I could swear I heard his deep, calming voice calling me a very good girl.