“No,” I tell him, which is the truth.
“Why not,” he says as his fingers jut in and out of me, making me wetter and wetter with each thrust.
“Because you’re good at it,” I tell him.
“Good at what?” he snaps.
“At making me come,” I say in a breathy whisper. At the high-rise across from us, I can see people on the rooftop enjoying their expensive brunches and mimosas. Now, they are enjoying the show too.
“And why is that?” he asks.
“Because I’m yours,” I whimper as the orgasm nears the possibility of being mine.
“Louder!” Damien growls.
“I belong to you!” I shout just before the wave hits me. He yanks his fingers out of my pussy and shoves them into my mouth, forcing me to suck my own tangy desire off his fingers.
“That’s right. Recently, you seem to have forgotten just what that means,” he says as his other hand teases my nipples. My body becomes soft under his weight, but pressed against the glass, I can’t do anything about it.
“I know what it means,” I try to tell him, but it’s too little too late. Clearly, my little rebellious attitude isn’t going to be tolerated any longer. He is either going to make me come so many times that I can’t see straight or edge me until I pass out. Either way, I’m in trouble. And either way, I truly do belong to him…right now.
“Now,” he says, and his hand stops teasing. I don’t know if that makes it better or worse. “What are we going to do with you?” he asks.
“Anything you want,” I answer. I have given up trying to make myself smaller in the window. If people are going to watch, they’re going to watch.
“Anything I want,” he parrots, his hands gripping me tightly enough that I am sure I am going to have handprints on my fair skin for days. Handprints that remind me just how powerful he is. Just how serious this job is and every single thing it entails.
“What do you want?” I ask finally giving up. “What do you want to do with me?”
“Was that the sound of submission?” he asks, his hot breath playing games against the shell of my ear. His lips travel lower again, and I worry he’s going to torture the crook in my neck by my collarbone. It’s a contradictory feeling of tickling and tantalizing, and I can’t decide if I love it or hate it.
In the end, he bypasses the teasing and goes straight for the taking. Damien grabs me by the hips and pulls me back. “Bend forward,” he commands.
I look back at him, watching as he unbuckles his belt and pulls himself loose from his slacks. His cock is bigger in the daylight; girthy, veiny, and throbbing with anticipation. It makes me a little nervous. But now…now it looks merciless, and I find my brain swirling in yet another contradictory cocktail of feelings. I want it. It scares me. I need it. It will destroy me. I have to have it. It will end me.
In the same moment, my eye catches something else.
“Damien,” I say, and immediately, I correct myself. “Mr. Graves. Sir. The door…”
“What about it?” he grits out, holding me in place with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.
“It’s open. It’s…it’s wide open,” I manage to say. I am standing at a perfectly perpendicular angle. My hands are on the glass, my legs are straight, and my ass is in position.
“That’s funny,” he says with the smallest hint of a smile. “Because so are you.”
I cry out as his cock thrusts inside of me, hard, hot, and filling. There isn’t an inch of my inner being that isn’t consumed by the volume of his dick.
“Oh my god,” I let out, and my hands start to slide down the glass.
“Do you need help, baby girl?” he says, placing a hand under my chest, his fingers teasing my nipples again. “Do you need me?”
“I need you to make me come,” I whimper.
“So impatient,” he says, softly sliding in and out of me, one burning centimeter at a time. “For a girl who has been very bad recently, I find it wildly entertaining that you can continue to be so demanding.”
My vision blurs from the multiple sensations racing through every nerve in my body. He is so thick and hard and long; so full inside of me, and I am aching to come. Aching to be one with him, crying out in pleasure and hearing him cry out too. I want to feel him pulsating inside me, and I know with every thrust it is bringing us nearer and nearer to the edge.
I want this orgasm to break him the way it’s going to break me.
