Rule Me Dirty: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

by Parker Grey

  He touches it to my pussy lips again, making a slow circuit of my cunt with the very tip of the vibrator, his touch with it so light that it almost tickles: a light buzz, a tease, even while my pussy is still spasming from my last, sudden orgasm. He widens the circle slowly, still touching me with nothing but the vibrator.

  I’m lying on his desk, legs wide, utterly, completely exposed and at his mercy, head thrown back in ecstasy as he moves the vibrator up and down, teasing me closer and closer. I start panting for breath, because the effort of not making any noise is taxing as hell.

  With each pass, the vibrating metal pauses longer and longer on my clit. I’m more than ready again, swollen and tender, and he’s making me ache for another release. Every time he touches that button all my muscles tense, desperate for the tension within to snap.

  Then he pauses for just a millisecond and I come again with a sudden jolt, even harder than before, my tired muscles jerking as I recline on his desk, my own hand over my mouth as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

  He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t turn the vibrator off, just keeps going like he’s going to make me come forever.

  “Does that sound good to you, Jasper?” a voice asks.

  “Sounds wonderful,” Mr. Declan answers.

  He reaches for the box again, and I realize it isn’t empty. There’s another metal cylinder, this one longer and curved, and he twists its base with one hand and it springs to life.

  If I were standing, my knees would be shaking. My whole body would be shaking, because my last orgasm was right on the edge of pain, right where I could tell the next one would hurt a little, like I’ve been wrung out.

  I could tell him to stop, but I don’t ever want him to stop. I want him to make me come and come on this desk until I can’t any more.

  Mr. Declan holds the second vibrator against my opening, the first still circling my clit, and slides it up and down my crevasse. I feel like the vibrations are rocking my whole body, lifting me off on a wave of pleasure. I can practically feel it in my teeth, but I still want more, want him to fuck me with everything he’s got.

  He rotates the vibrator in my pussy, making it spin in a wide circle, and it presses against everything inside me, like I’ve never felt before, and instantly I’m up to the edge again and over it, coming so hard my eyes roll back in my head.

  I still want more. I feel like a black hole.

  “So that’s settled,” says a voice on the phone.

  Mr. Declan doesn’t stop, just pushes the vibrator further into me and the heat rises inside me. Now my neck and face are flushing red from the effort of coming again and again, the sensations of the vibrator deep inside odd but wonderful, every sensation familiar but not.

  I can feel the next one building, and even though I feel like I can’t possibly come again, the cloying ache creeps up on me until suddenly it bursts, jolting me on the desk.

  I grind my teeth together, turning my head from side to side, fighting the urge to shout and scream, letting out only the tiniest whimper toward the end.

  The vibrator still buzzes inside me and on me, insistent as ever. Two vibrators, both working me at once, one inside and one out. I feel like I might be shaken to pieces, my tired muscles almost refusing to work any longer, every touch to my over-sensitive clit making my entire body jerk involuntarily.

  Mr. Declan presses them into me, harder and harder. I barely even know where I am right now, and I have almost no idea what’s going on. I’ve come so hard, so many times that I can’t fathom coming again, but I do, the orgasm tearing through me like hot white lightning.

  Then they start coming fast, one after the other, and I just lose control. My body feels separate from my mind: tired muscles spasming over and over as I come uncontrollably, my fist still in my mouth. As one orgasm subsides another bubbles up as my boss pushes me, fucking me with these sex toys, that hungry look on his face.

  I close my eyes and come again and again, each pushing the brink of pain, each one jolting through my body spasmodically, sending new waves of pleasure through me.

  I don’t know how long it’s been when he turns off the vibrators and withdraws them. I know I can’t move, still lying on Mr. Declan’s desk, my skirt still around my waist. I hope that the cool surface makes me stop sweating, or at least eases the flush on my face.

  He’s still leaning over me when I finally open my eyes, the smell of sex heavy in the air, and I feel utterly under his control. The phone call has ended, I think, and he’s perfectly composed, just looking at me.

  Then my boss strokes one finger down the side of my face.

  “You’re a very good girl,” he whispers, then takes my hand and pulls me to sitting.

  I stand and arrange my clothes as he produces a small hand mirror and gives it to me. I fix my hair, wipe off my face, try to catch my breath.

  “Sloane,” he says.

  I swallow.

  “Yes, Mr. Declan?”

  He looks at me for a long time, his eyes caressing every part of my body.

  “Please schedule a meeting for Anna and I at her earliest convenience,” he finally says.

  I duck my head quickly.

  “Yes, Mr. Declan,” I say, and walk for the door.

  “And Sloane,” he says, sitting behind his desk again.

  I turn and catch the feral, hungry look in his eyes.

  “Yes?” I nearly whisper.

  “I don’t normally do this with my assistants,” he says, and for a moment his voice is gentle and vulnerable.

  “I see,” I say.

  Then he nods brusquely at me, and I open his office door and walk back to my own desk.

  What are you doing? I think, sitting down, my legs practically still shaking. What the hell are you doing?

  Chapter Eight

  Mr. Declan

  I jerk off in the office bathroom again that afternoon, even though I came my brains out only hours before. I can’t stop thinking about Sloane, on her knees, my cock in her mouth. Down her throat.

  I can’t stop thinking about how fucking sexy it is when I make her come, when she loses control on my desk like that.

  I want to fuck her. I need to fuck her, to fill up her tight little pussy, but I want to make her beg for it first. I want her to be out of her mind with lust, utterly desperate for my cock. Willing to do anything for it.

  And then I want all her holes to be mine, because I want to fill her in every way possible. I want her to submit her body to me, utterly and completely.

  I want to own her. I need to own her, but I can’t. Not yet. A hundred people depend on me to give them jobs, and so I have to stay in the office, sneaking off to masturbate in the bathroom like a goddamn teenager, so horny over a hot girl that he practically comes in his pants.

  That night I get an idea. I know it will be another day before we can be alone again — our Daily Grind deadline is midnight tomorrow, and since I can’t let my dick rule my life completely, I know I can’t have my way with Sloane until it’s over.

  But I think I know a way I can still have some fun. It’s risky, and we might get caught, but I’m dangerously close to not caring.

  Even though it’s my company, nothing is ever that simple. I have a board of directors who have a say in who gets fired and who stays. If anyone finds out what Sloane and I are doing, they could sue me for a hostile work environment and I’d lose everything.

  I’ve worked much, much too hard to lose it all because I couldn’t help myself around my own secretary. But that doesn’t mean I’m not tempted.

  I get in at seven-thirty the next morning and stash the box in my desk drawer, then wait for Sloane to arrive. I try to answer emails, but all I can think about is the surprise I’ve got in store for her. My calendar is booked solid all day, and the company needs this deal, but I’ve found a way to continue our affair without compromising anything.

  I hope.

  She walks through the front door and looks straight into my office. S
he’s wearing a dress that’s so form-fitting that it’s nearly inappropriate for work, even though it’s got long sleeves and comes to below her knees. Her heels make her hips move from side to side in a way that makes my dick stand at attention immediately.

  When she sits at her desk, I force myself to give her a minute to turn on her computer and at least look like she’s going to work.

  At last, I let myself pick up the phone, hit the intercom button, and call her.

  “Yes, Mr. Declan?” she asks, her voice perfectly prim and proper.

  Fuck, I like how she calls me that. Like she’s ready for me to take control of her.

  “Could you please come to my office?” I ask, a growl slipping into my voice.

  She turns her head just slightly and looks at me, a smile playing around her lips.

  “Of course, Mr. Declan,” she says, putting down the phone and walking over.

  Inside, she closes the door without being asked, then stands in front of my desk, hands folded, proper as ever.

  “Come here,” I say, opening the drawer.

  She walks around my desk, her eyes practically on fire. I take the small box out.

  “Turn around and bend over,” I say.

  Sloane does it without hesitating, my cock practically jumping out of my pants at the sight of her perfect, round ass right in front of me. I slide her skirt up until it’s around her hips, and as I do, I realize: she’s not wearing underwear.

  No thong. Nothing.

  “You forgot panties,” I murmur. I run my fingertips over her seam, already practically dripping with her juices.

  “I didn’t forget,” she whispers.

  More than anything I want to suck her clit into my mouth and bury my tongue inside her until she screams, drinking her honey, but I don’t. I have a meeting in five minutes and can’t smell like my secretary’s pussy.

  I could cancel the meeting and fuck her right here, I think, and at just the thought my balls clench like I’m about to come in my pants.

  But I don’t. I got to where I am by having self-control, and today is no different. I open the box and take out the vibrator. It’s spherical with a silicone cord on one end, and I turn it on with the remote and put it against her wet lips.

  She gasps. I turn it off, and she makes a disappointed noise. I slide it between her pussy lips and push forward, feeling her muscles give slowly until suddenly the sphere is enveloped by her and she makes a soft oh noise.

  I think about how badly I want that to be my cock, how much I want to fuck her right here, right now. But I don’t. I’ve always liked torturing myself, just a little.

  “That feel good?” I murmur, keeping my voice low. I take the remote out of the box and snap it shut.

  “Yes, Mr. Declan,” she says, and reaches one hand back, touching her own pussy with careful, exploring fingers.

  “I thought you might like getting your pussy stuffed at work,” I say, and pull her skirt down over her ass, signaling that this portion of the day is over.

  She turns around and smooths her skirt over her hips. There’s no hint that I just put a remote-controlled vibrator inside her, and I feel almost drunk with power and control.

  Sloane licks her lips, and even though she’s looking down at me, there’s no question who’s in charge.

  “Is that everything you’re going to put in my pussy?” she asks, blushing, her voice a shaking whisper.

  I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly, so much that I have to grip the arms of my chair, my dick so hard it could cut glass.

  “Right now, yes,” I growl at her, and stand. “I’ve got a meeting to get to. This company won’t run itself.”

  Now I’m looking down at her, her big eyes and pouty lips. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I think they’re still swollen from sucking my cock yesterday.

  She looks down at the floor, like she’s suddenly demure, and in that moment my lust is nearly uncontrollable. I can barely stop myself from pushing her onto my desk and taking her as hard as I can until she screams my name, again and again.

  “Of course, Mr. Declan,” she says, then looks at me again. “Thank you.”

  Sloane turns and leaves my office, hips rolling, no hint of the sex toy in her pussy.

  Chapter Nine

  Sloane

  I walk back to my desk, and even though the vibrator isn’t on, I can feel it pressing against my inner walls perfectly. Even if I weren’t absolutely aching for Mr. Declan right now, it would feel good, but as it is?

  I think I might come just walking to my desk. I’m that desperate for any release, even though I came about twenty times yesterday on his desk, and then again and again at home, with the dildo, shouting fuck me, Mr. Declan at the top of my lungs.

  Minutes later, he walks out of his office and heads into a conference room. He looks immaculate as ever, stunningly handsome in his three-piece suit, square jaw firmly set. If he has an erection — and he definitely did a minute ago — he’s hiding it well.

  I want him so bad I can taste it. I don’t just want this vibrator in my pussy, I want him to fuck me, hard and fast until I scream. I want him in my mouth, coming down my throat as I drink him. I want him to fuck me in the ass, which I’ve never done before, because there’s something about Mr. Declan that makes me want to surrender all control and let him use me however he wants.

  So far it’s been pretty good for me, at least.

  The meeting takes forever, and every time I shift at my desk, answering emails and scheduling meetings, I can feel the toy inside me shift as well. It’s making me wet, even wetter than before, and after forty-five minutes, I’m so wildly horny and desperate for release that I wish he would make me come at my desk with everyone watching.

  Still, when it suddenly starts buzzing, I jump a mile in my seat. Camille, another assistant, turns around and looks at me.

  “You okay?” she asks, watching me coolly.

  I swallow, the vibrator steadily buzzing against all the right spots inside me. Worse, I know who’s doing this to me. My boss, and I couldn’t want it more.

  “I thought I saw a spider,” I say, somehow coming up with the excuse out of nowhere.

  “Oh,” she says, rolling her eyes as she turns away. She’s almost thirty-five and has never been promoted beyond secretary — and there’s a reason why.

  It’s because she sucks at her job.

  I shift in my seat, only to get rocked harder by the buzzing deep in my cunt, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. I want to reach down, rub my clit and get myself off faster. Better yet, I want Mr. Declan to do it for me, but neither of those things is happening.

  I have to stay at my desk, pretending to do work, while I unravel quietly.

  The door to the conference room opens and a knot of people step out. One of them is Mr. Declan, but he doesn’t meet my eye. Not at first. He shakes someone’s hands, even as the pressure builds inside me, my hands clenching on my keyboard.

  I pretend that I’m not watching him, but when I glance over again, he makes eye contact.

  Then he slips one hand into his pocket, and the vibrating inside me gets harder, faster, stronger. Now I’m rocking near the edge, about to go over, completely helpless and about to come hard at work while everyone watches.

  “Do you hear something?” Camille asks, frowning.

  I shake my head.

  “No,” I whisper. I’m seconds from coming, and I can barely keep my eyes from rolling back in my head as she looks at me, her face doubtful.

  Just as suddenly as it started, the vibrator cuts off. Mr. Declan still has his hand in his pocket, and he’s talking to someone, paying me no mind whatsoever. My muscles all relax, and I unclench my hands, trying to look like I didn’t just almost come at work.

  Again. Come at work again.

  Then he walks toward me and it starts again, buzzing even harder now, and I grip the edge of my desk in an effort to keep it together. Mr. Declan and I lock eyes, and he walks toward me
, his stride purposeful, like he’s utterly, completely in control of the situation.

  “There it is again,” Camille says, distractedly.

  “Sloane,” Mr. Declan booms, closing in on my desk.

  I swallow. The vibrator’s driving me quickly toward the edge, meaning he’s driving me quickly toward the edge, my vision losing focus.

  “Yes, Mr. Declan?” I ask.

  He stops right in front of my desk, looking down at me. I’ve never felt more under his control than right now, about to come at work without him even touching me.

  “How’s that press release coming?” he asks.

  I shift slightly in my chair, just enough that he notices, and a hungry glow enters his eyes. I’m sliding toward the edge, breathing fast, trying as hard as I can to look like I’m not about to orgasm hard.

  “It’s, uh,” I say, barely able to remember words.

  I take a deep breath, and feel the last strands of resistance leave my body.

  “It’s coming,” I whisper.

  My eyes close and I clutch the edge of my desk as my climax rocks through me, and it’s all I can do to stay perfectly still, just moving slightly in my chair. I know there are people around, and I know what we’re doing is dangerous, I could get fired. He could lose everything.

  But it still takes everything I have not to moan fuck me, Mr. Declan, please fuck me, please.

  When it’s over I open my eyes and look right at him. I’m breathless, and I’m certain there’s a wet spot on my dress from sheer arousal, but I don’t care.

  I lick my lips, trying to gather my thoughts, but all I can think is fuck me, fuck me, please.

  “Good,” he says, after a long pause, and walks back into his office.

  Shaking, I turn back to my computer.

  An hour later, he makes me come while I’m getting coffee. Then it’s while I’m making phone calls, then while making copies, and each one is nearly earth-shattering, so hard that my legs nearly buckle.

  I know he’s watching. I know he’s enjoying this, the control he has over me. It would be the easiest thing in the world to take the vibrator out, but I don’t. I don’t want to.