I gave him a fake smile. “Fine, just got a little hot all of the sudden.”
“Well, keep your cooties to yourself. Marianne will kill me if I bring home another illness from work,” he said with a laugh. Benjamin was such a sweet guy, and his very pregnant wife had gotten sick earlier in the year and she was unable to take much medicine, adding to her increasing level of discomfort.
“I’m not sure that what’s wrong with Delilah is contagious,” Nathan spoke, interrupting our conversation, his eyes trained on the screen in front of him.
I quirked my brow at him. “And exactly what is ‘wrong’ with me?”
“Few screws loose there, drunkie. Now, be a dear and help Benjamin out so you can get back to drooling all over the Henderson contract,” he taunted.
“Screw you.” I scowled at him and turned back to Benjamin. “So, verbiage?”
I worked with him for about half an hour before returning to my attempt at concentrating on my work. A difficult task when I was still so worked up from the texts Nathan had sent me.
It was after six when we saw Benjamin again, dropping by to let us know everyone was gone, and to lock up when we left. I sat stock still at my desk, paralyzed. A sudden extreme awareness of Nathan, and how we were alone, hit me. The words of his texts came back to me, and a small moan slipped from my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him look briefly at me before resuming his work.
After a few minutes of pin-drop silence, Nathan rose from his chair and walked to the door. He reached out and slammed it shut, the sound making me jump. My breathing became labored, my body shaking in anticipation as I heard the click of the lock. He turned toward me; his eyes were dark, menacing, and full of lust.
He stared at me as his fingers worked to undo his tie, while he stalked his way over to me.
“You have been a very naughty girl today.” His hand wrapped around the fabric, slipping it from around his neck. “Naughty girls get punished. Hard. I don’t think I can wait any longer to punish you…”
My thighs were rubbing together, my bottom lip caught between my teeth to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. It was too late, the look in his eyes was animalistic, and I was dripping for him. He grabbed my arm, pulling me to my feet, and turned me around. My arms were pinned behind my back, the silk of his tie wrapping around my wrists, binding them.
He plopped me back down in my chair, giving me a fierce kiss before straightening to reach for his zipper. His fingers lowered it, making me fight off the shiver at the sound of the metal teeth clicking. He pulled his cock out of the slit, took a step closer, lining the tip mere inches from my lips. The urge to touch him was great, but I couldn’t; I was restrained from doing just that.
“Kiss it,” he demanded. I leaned forward as best as I could, limited without the use of my arms. My tongue flicked out and licked the underside of the head. Nathan’s fist wrapped around my hair and pulled tight so I was looking up at him. “I told you to kiss it, Delilah.”
He released me. I parted my lips, and kissed right at his slit, tasting his salty tang. I placed hot open mouth kisses down his length and back up to his hot, red tip.
“Good girl. Now open wide.”
My mouth opened in time for him to impatiently push forward. I gagged as he hit the back of my throat, unprepared for him.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. Shit, your mouth is so fucking good.” His hips thrust him in and out. I was only taking him about halfway.
Impatient, he thrust all the way in and I did what he said I’d do: I choked on him.