by K. I. Lynn
“Yes,” I agreed with shaky breath, dropping my bag and purse to the ground.
I moaned when his fingers picked up their pace, pushing me to the edge. He let out a groan as his hands moved to reach behind me and squeeze my ass while he lifted my body off the ground, pressing me against the elevator wall. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to where I needed him.
He moaned, his body tense and hard. “Fuck! What you do to me…”
I felt his hand between us, freeing his cock before pushing deep inside me in one hard stroke.
“Mine!” He growled into my ear as his hips pushed harder with each thrust. “Always being a teasing cock slut.”
It was hard, erratic, and fast. Punishing me for what he perceived to be my wrongdoings against him; taking his anger out on my body.
He was pounding me hard, but when he felt my body unraveling he would change his angle or slow down. He wasn’t going to let me come. My face dropped at the realization.
His whole body tensed, hips thrusting forward one last time, spilling inside me. I whimpered at having been so close, but I knew it was part of my punishment. I was going to suffer all day, and he would make it up to me tonight.
“Let’s see you hide this,” he challenged through his panting breaths. His mouth latched into the flesh just below my ear, sucking on the skin, teeth digging in. When he was done, he pulled at the scarf that was around my neck, concealing his other marks. “Take this off, and don’t put it back on. I want to see who owns that pussy all day long.”
I shivered and licked my lips. He leaned down and caught my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it before pressing his lips to mine.
He sat my feet back on the ground and straightened my skirt with a smirk before righting himself. I watched him lean down, pick my ruined panties off the ground then slide them into his pocket. The thought of him carrying them around with him all day did contradicting things to me; it was embarrassing and a turn on at the same time.
I could feel the moisture of his come wanting to slide down my leg, and he had destroyed my panties, my only defense at stopping it. I needed to find a bathroom, and soon.
I did a frantic search for any evidence as to what we had been doing and found my hair to be a bit mussed, but the rest of my attire seemed okay. I threw my hair up into a quick ponytail while he hit the button to send the elevator back on its course.
The elevator bay was empty when we arrived. Most weren’t in yet despite the extra time we had spent on the ride up, and I was able to make my getaway to the bathroom. I freshened up and fixed my hair again before I walked to our office with a throbbing pussy.
It was going to be a long day. I hoped if Andrew came around, he wouldn’t smell Nathan on me again.
CHAPTER 17
He left me wanting, just as he’d intended. Left to sit all day, bare under my skirt, ruined, confiscated panties, and so turned on my thighs were going to be chafed from rubbing together. I was also afraid of a wet spot appearing on my skirt, telling all what a wanton slut I was, though they didn’t know who for.
I went about my work, and of course, before ten hit, the Boob-Squad was making their appearance. Two days without seeing him appeared to be torturous.
It would be…for me. Then again, he was with me and not them.
He called me his, and was very adamant about that fact, but in terms of a relationship? I wasn’t sure. Our constant limbo had me on edge; the only thing that calmed me was his touch. He anchored me then, cementing me to him.
I was happy Kelly didn’t stay too long. She was becoming almost scary in her stalker tendencies as she backward stepped out of the office so she was able to continue staring at him for as long as possible. Never mind that she bumped into the coat rack, knocked it over, and sent it crashing into the hall, hitting an intern carrying a stack of files. Paper flew through the air, landing all over the hall and surrounding cubes.
What did she do then? She batted her eyes and tried to help, bending over in a seductive pose, instead of apologizing to the poor intern she accosted. Her actions ruined his day as he now had to reorganize everything.
Thanks to her, the poor intern was going to be in trouble. I remembered being an intern, and some of the lawyers weren’t always the friendliest, even more so when something wasn’t right.
After almost an hour, I was rocking in my seat; the growing need for some sort of revenge began to grow inside me. Grabbing my phone, I walked to the bathroom and sighed in relief that it was empty. I reached behind me and pulled the zipper down on the back of my knee length, dark grey pencil skirt. I turned down one of the flaps and pointed my phone toward the mirror and snapped a picture.
It was a perfect capture of the top of my ass cheek: round, creamy, and soft. The smooth expanse of skin accentuated the fact I was bare under the thin fabric. Because of him. For him. My hope was that it would put him in the same state I was in.
I surveyed the photo and hit send.
After freshening up, I returned to our office and sat at my desk in a vain hope I could concentrate on my work.
It was soon apparent Nathan wasn’t going to allow that.
My phone buzzed, I opened the message and froze.
Oh. Fuck.
In front of me was a picture of Nathan’s perfect cock: hard, long, and weeping.
Is this what you want?
Moisture gathered at the apex of my thighs, and the ache intensified. Knowing he was in that state, mere feet away, and hard for me, was too much. Oh, how I wanted him, needed him, inside me at that moment.
It was all his fault. Wasn’t it my turn to take my anger out on him? I sighed, realizing the outcome of that would be my termination. Having the boss come in while I had Nathan tied to a chair as I rode him, naked and screamed in ecstasy, was not the way I saw my time ending with Holloway and Holloway.
I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to relieve the tension. I stood and walked around my desk before the sound of my name halted me in my tracks.
“Delilah,” Nathan called. “Your phone is buzzing.”
I slowly turned to look at him—his expression was impassive, but his eyes were a dark blue. I sighed before returning to my desk and looked at the new message he had sent.
Don’t you even fucking think about going to play with your pussy so you can get off. The only way you are going to come is because I make you. Understood?
I nodded my head in an unconscious movement and sat back down. My phone buzzed again.
Good girl.
I snorted before replying.
Since when have we been in some weird Dom/sub relationship?
I watched him shift in his chair before the soft vibrating alerted me to his response.
Back to work, Miss Palmer. I’ll be sure to make it worth the wait.
With reluctance, I returned to work, hoping to keep him happy and avoid letting him make the day harder on me.
Then again, I found it wasn’t me I had to worry about. Andrew came and sat down on the edge of my desk a few minutes before lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the obvious displeasure looming on Nathan’s beautiful features.
The conversation with Andrew was innocent enough: talk of work, lunch, and the poor intern Kelly put into the dog house.
“Lila, it looks like you’ve got some dirt on your neck.” Andrew reached out to brush it away.
A slight twinge of pain alerted me to the “dirt” that he was brushing over. My eyes grew wide, my face heating up. Andrew’s hand stilled and he bent down slowly. The motion of his hand faltered before his eyes lifted to meet mine.
“Oh, I see,” he said, the realization setting in. His hand dropped away from my skin and he cleared his throat in an effort to disperse the awkward moment. “So, I was thinking that little gyro place for lunch down the street, sound good?”
“Yeah, um, they have really good chicken there,” I replied.
I could feel Nathan’s gaze, and knew he was looking
over at us.
“What?” I heard Andrew question.
I looked up to find them staring at one another. I had the sneaking suspicion that had we been outside the office, they would have been toe-to-toe, trying to duke it out. Whatever “it” was. I was certain it had to be a macho-guy thing. Who had the bigger dick and what-not.
“Nothing, just trying to get some work done in here. Your persistent talking is distracting. Go bother someone else,” Nathan replied.
Andrew’s jaw tightened and his fist clenched as he stood from his perch on the end of my desk. He faced Nathan, and they continued their silent battle. I let out a sigh that seemed to bring both of their attentions back to me.
Andrew left with a promise to see me at lunch and headed out the door. I turned to look back at Nathan, now glaring at me. He mouthed the word, “Mine,” before turning back to his computer and continuing on with his workload.
I almost cried when we got ready to leave a few hours later.
Finally.
Release.
Nathan and I ended up alone in the elevator for the ride down that night. I was pressed against the wall before the doors even closed. My body bowing into his, my arms around his neck as our lips crashed together, each of us desperate for some sense of control.
He pulled away and pressed his forearms on the wall on either side of my head before continuing our text conversation from earlier. “You would make a great sub.” His breath washed over my cheek.
“If the pain of whips and chains excited me,” I added. “Do they excite you?”
He chuckled. “No, Delilah, they don’t, but…” He paused, thinking. “Hmm, tie you up and fuck you any way I want? Oh, yes. I’ve got some positions I want to try. Ones that would open you up, allowing my cock to slide all the way in. Deep, very deep. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My cock buried all the way inside your tight, little pussy? Fuck, that’s what I’m going to do when I get you home.”
We hurried back to our building, both of us near bursting from all of our teasing. He at least got off once, while I was left to suffer.
We weren’t even through the door of his condo when he had me pinned against the wall, grinding into me. Our movements were frantic and needy as he lifted me up and pulled me back into his bedroom.
He let me go and began loosening his tie, placing it on the bed before removing his suit jacket. His eyes were dark as he looked me over and licked his lips. “Strip for me, baby.”
Without hesitation, I began removing my clothing. He was watching me intently as he stripped himself. He groaned when I turned to unzip my skirt and lowered it to the ground, letting him get a good look at my backside as I bent over.
“Yes.” He nodded. “You’d make a great sub. Train you up a bit and you’d make a Dom very happy.”
I turned and gaped at him.
“What? It’s true,” he said as he slid his pants off.
I knew he was teasing, trying to get a rise out of me. “I already told you, it doesn’t excite me.”
He moved to stand in front of me, his hands around my back, pulling me to him. “Have you ever tried?”
“I don’t like physical pain that’s meant to hurt. And are you telling me you’re a closet Dom?”
He leaned in to nip my neck. “No, but I do love to dominate, take what I want. You especially. You make it so easy, like you’re begging for it. I may not have a playroom and toys, but I will tell you what to do because I own your body.”
I stepped back, my skin heating. It was true; he did own me, more than he knew. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”
“I can. Tell me, Delilah. Say it.”
I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes. I knew what he wanted. “Yours,” I whispered as I bit my bottom lip and looked at his chest.
His fingers made their way to my jaw and tilted my head up so we could meet eye-to-eye. “What was that?”
“I’m fucking yours!” I growled out in frustration and embarrassment.
“That’s right. Mine.”
He wasted no time at all in showing me how much he owned me.
“Feel that?” he asked as he stepped toward me.
I cocked my eyebrow at him. “Feel what? What are you talking about?”
He smirked at me and taunted me in a maddening, delicious way. “You don’t feel it?”
“I can feel you looking at me like a piece of meat, if that’s what you’re talking about?” I was growing tired of the distance between us. I stepped closer and he stepped to the side.
“No, you don’t. You have to feel it first.”
I groaned in frustration. “Forget it. I thought you were going to make today worth my while, not play stupid games with me. I’m sick of this shit!”
I was ready to grab my stuff and head back out the door. B.O.B. was always willing to help me out. Though he probably needed dusting off from the months of non-usage.
“I’m talking about that knot in your stomach. The wetness dripping down your thigh. Your pussy clenching and pulsing, ready, all just from the way I’m looking at you. If you can’t feel it, then you’re more fucked up than I thought.” He stalked toward me with that damn smirk plastered in place.
My anger was expanding with every second that he kept being such a prick. “Of course I feel those things. I’ve been feeling them all damn day long. So, what’s the point? You already know you do that to me.”
“That’s right, you do feel it. That’s me owning your pussy and your ass. Don’t you forget it. Andrew doesn’t do that to you. I know he doesn’t. You get wet for me and nobody else.” He got so close I thought for sure he would take me, but he kept enough distance to keep the moisture building and threatening to slide down my thighs.
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” I said.
“I’m a sick bastard because I see what I do to you? I’m not blind. Just because I can smell your arousal, and hear your heart beat fly when I’m this close to you, does not make me sick.” He leaned in even closer so I could feel his humid breath on the side of my throat. “It’s all about desire, baby. You want me, and I want you to want me. Quit fucking talking to Andrew, and I’ll quit making you wait for your release.” He slipped away from me.
Was he leaving the room? What the hell was going on?
I almost began panicking. I knew this was more than jealousy and sex. But somehow he always found a way to confuse me right when I thought I had control again.
“Fine. You don’t want me, I’ll call Andrew. I’m sure he’d more than love to take advantage of the wet conditions you caused.” I said it so flippantly I was shocked he believed me.
His head snapped to look at me, eyes blazing in my direction. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to.
He marched back to me, leaning over me, and hissed out quietly, “I don’t need whips and chains to make you obey me. If you want me to touch you, then you’ll stay the fuck away from that idiot.”
Hands were on my hips, squeezing as they pulled me to him. At that moment, I didn’t care what he was saying or what he wanted me to do; his hands were on me, and I couldn’t think. I could only feel, and it was heaven.
He bit down around my neck, palmed my breasts and ground his hard cock into me. Each time I moaned out, he smiled and his body became more frenzied. I heard him groan out, “Mine,” several times, but I wasn’t listening. All I could hear was the sound of his panting and the blood rushing, drumming, in my head.
He had me pinned under his weight and acted like he thought I might leave as he strained to keep me positioned under him. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I wasn’t going anywhere; I wasn’t struggling to get away. I loved every minute of it, and was trying to get more; it felt so good I couldn’t stay still. It was more than my body could bear.
It was what I lived for, what I craved. His hands, his mouth, his insatiable cock were doing things to me that were unspeakable, but at the same time were an all-consuming, pleasurable in
sanity.
His fingers were working at a furious pace while he sucked hard on my nipples, kissing and nipping his way between the two. I was writhing beneath him; my hands fisted in his hair, my pussy begging for release.
I was stranded, staring over the edge into the brilliant white that awaited me, when his hand and mouth disappeared. He left me pinned with my hands above my head, legs spread wide, and trapped beneath his.
I was in shock for a moment and tried to move, but he had me restrained and at his mercy. I wanted to come, I needed to. The pain and ache was unbearable.
“Please!” I begged.
So close, I had been so close. He knew it and had pulled me back.
“You have no idea how badly I want to slam into you and fuck you until you can’t walk. But I like this game and want to keep playing.” He breathed hot and heavy into my ear. “You writhing, going insane with the need to come. Should I let you come?”
I didn’t answer. He wouldn’t dare keep me from coming. Earlier, he had said it would happen and he hadn’t let me down thus far.
He started rubbing the length of his shaft up and down my pussy. Each time he hit my clit, I mewled in anticipation of him giving me my release.
“That’s it, baby. You like that? Call out my name next time and maybe I’ll let you finish,” he taunted. He rubbed his dick up my folds and bit into my shoulder; I screamed out his name. I was right there. It was infuriating.
Tears were welling up in my eyes, my body burning. He continued to push me further, harder, before pulling away.
“Please!” I wailed. My head shook from side to side, my sanity slipping.
Mine wasn’t the only sanity that was slipping, because he moved his legs, freeing my own, before he slammed into me.
I cried out as he filled me and put me on the edge again with one thrust of his hips. There was no pause, no waiting. He pulled out and slammed back in with the same intensity. Over and over.