“You did such a good job keeping these in.” His voice is low and gravely. “This calls for a reward. Would you like that?”
I barely get the word “yes” out before his hand disappears, taking the Ben Wa Balls with him and leaving me utterly empty. But as I whimper for his return, he moves quickly, lifting me by my hips and placing me on his desk.
I gasp when the cool glass meets my skin as I lie back with the guidance of his hands.
“Now there are rules here,” Roman says, slipping off his tie in one fluid motion. “My desk can only handle so much movement. So you’ll have to hold still.”
He hovers over me, drawing my hands above my head and making quick work of tying them in some type of knot with his silk tie. He tugs on the makeshift bondage, then moves around to tie it around the leg of his desk. His commanding actions drive a shiver of anticipation through my body that I can’t subdue.
Seemingly satisfied, he removes the monitor, freeing up some room for me before walking to where my knees dangle off the desk.
Everything about this has my nerves on high alert—from the delicate desk, to not being able to move my arms, to the open window. Every sense I have is heightened and tingling, and in turn, causes my arousal to shoot through the roof.
His hands skate up my thighs, and I fight to arch against his warm touch. “I want to reward you for two things, Miss Cartier.”
Roman’s right hand yanks at my panties, snapping the elastic and ripping the fabric with barely any effort. “The first is that I want to tell you how much I enjoy some of the things you do.”
When he moves the heavy dress over my leg, a cool breeze skims over my pussy and I clench around nothing. My breathing increases at the light sensation and goosebumps sprout along my legs.
“I like how when you concentrate extremely hard on a task, your nose scrunches up.” He trails a heavy finger along my inner thigh. “And how you always offer to get Marge food when you order, since she’s always the one to receive your order and hold on to it while you’re off somewhere else in the building.”
The finger reaches my clit, and he circles it briefly before dipping into my wet folds. Electricity shoots up my center, and I don’t realize my back is off the glass until he uses his free hand to press me back down. “Warning number one, darling. Stay still.”
“I like on days when you’re feeling down, I can always get you to smile with a simple piece of Lindor’s chocolate.”
My eyes flash to him, and somehow over the multiple sensations, I manage to mutter, “What?”
He nods simply, as if he hasn’t just dropped such a significant bomb in the room. Since my first year, any day I wasn’t my normal bubbly self, I would always return from lunch to a chocolate on my desk. I never knew who did it, but I didn’t care because it always made me so happy.
His thick finger presses inside of me, and I gasp, my heart trying to keep up as my mind wraps around other things I blew off but could have been because of him. But he doesn’t allow me to ask and instead lowers his face to where his finger curls inside of me.
I give up on keeping my eyes open, and the lingering questions on my tongue dissolve as I let my head fall back, enjoying the feel of him inside me.
“Eyes on me, darling. Now, tell me who made you this wet.”
My lips part but nothing comes out at first. His mouth is close to where I need it, and all I can focus on is his warm breath coasting over my pussy.
“I asked you a question.” Roman’s voice is stern now, an underlying threat coating his every word.
“You, sir .”
“Hmmm.” When he hums, he presses his closed mouth to my clit and the deep timber vibrates against it. “Alright. Time for your second reward.”
B efore I can take my next breath, Roman runs the flat of his tongue from my entrance to my clit, curling his tongue before running it back down again. His pace is borderline torturous, sending waves of pleasure through my core.
I do the best I can to stay still, but then he slips in his fingers and begins to twist, and I start to pull at his tie around my wrists. The more pressure he uses with his tongue, the wider I open my legs.
The acts of misbehaving don’t go unnoticed, and he gives me a warning by digging his free fingers into my thigh in a bruising grip. The pain coils with the pleasure, sending me further to the edge of ecstasy, and it’s then I realize I’m panting for air.
Just as Roman picks up pace, his wordless promise to push me over the edge, a tell-tale ding of an elevator shoots unnaturally loud through the office walls.
Instinct has me jolting upright, only to be caught against the soft restraint of his tie.
“Warning number two,” he mutters before resuming his brutal pace.
My mouth drops open, my heart hammering against my ribs at the sudden interruption. Somehow, I’m able to angle my face and look out the one-way shades at the empty office. Sure enough, nosy Nancy exits the elevator, a frown pulling down her taunt face.
“Mr. Chen. Some—”
“I want you to stare at her while I make you come.”
My eyes snap to him. “What?”
“You heard the instruction, Miss Cartier.”
I huff through my nose, but his tongue returns to where I need him, erasing the annoyance in a second. I’m so fucking close, my nerves have already started coiling, but watching each slow step of Nancy approaching has my pulse in my throat, fear twisting with the other emotions running rampage through me.
“I-I-” Shit. I can’t stop it.
Roman’s fingers curl at the same moment his mouth closes around my clit, sending me over the edge. I bite into my arm as my body implodes on itself, muffling the sounds of my cries the best I can.
But he doesn’t relent. Even with my walls clenching around him, he continues to lick long, slow strokes, prolonging the orgasm.
Nerves have my eyes pinned on Nancy who is only a yard away from his door, but still my hips chase Roman’s mouth that’s coaxing out every last bit of my release. She tries for the door, giggling at the handle that I’m only now realizing is locked.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done by far, and already, I know I want more.
I want more of him .
My gaze follows Roman as he stands upright, fixing my dress back over my legs before walking to where my head lay against the table. His hooded eyes rove over my face, his focus only on me in this moment, Nancy and her retreating steps already forgotten.
He taps my bottom lip with his finger. “Open.”
“Why?”
His head tilts, an amused smirk curling the sides of his mouth. “Be a good girl and open. Now .”
I flare my nose but obey, letting my lips part just enough for him to slide two fingers inside. The taste of myself on his calloused fingers has my insides trembling all over again, and I immediately suck them deeper into my mouth, cleaning myself off of him.
His other hand moves up and tucks a wayward hair behind my ear before his thumb traces down my jaw. “Such a good girl.”