He raises an eyebrow. “Did you not hear me?”
“Why do you want the blinds closed?”
“Because I will punish you now. If you like to be watched, by all means, leave the blinds open.”
“Um, I just came to deliver a croissant.”
“And you will be leaving with a weeping pussy.”
“That’s not what I had in mind.”
“But I did. Press the button by the door for the blinds, please.”
I head for the door and grab the handle, tug. It’s locked at first, but then it clicks, and I open the door.
“Before you leave,” he says. “I will take pussy for five hundred thousand, please.”
I stare out at the lobby, the spa-like atmosphere, and the secretary who doesn’t lift her head even though she knows I’m standing here. He paid for my pussy. If I don’t put out, they’re gonna take the money back or worse.
“The blinds,” he bites out. “And this is the last time I’m going to ask politely. Time wasting is my number one pet peeve.”
I close the door, and he locks it. Finding the button, I press it, and the blinds fall over the doors and windows. It’s not pitch-black, but pretty dark, and Blake sits behind the desk like a devil in a suit, brown eyes almost hazel, shining with lust. “Come here, baby doll.”
I walk to the desk.
“Closer.”
I round the desk and stand in front of him.
He grabs my hips and gently brushes a thumb over my belly and the hem of the tights I’m wearing, then pulls them down to my knees, exposing my bottom half. “Hold up your shirt and don’t touch me.”
I push up my shirt, leaving my belly exposed to his gaze. I’m a size twelve, a bit rounder around the edges, and uncomfortable doesn’t begin to describe how I feel right now.
Under that fine suit, there’s a toned body and a six-pack, I’m certain. Besides, I’m sure this man dates women blessed with great metabolism, genetics, and discipline, women who grace magazine covers and the social media sites I scroll through once in a while. So yeah, I’m uncomfortable, trying to suck in my belly without making it obvious.
Blake leans forward and sticks his tongue out, wedging it between my legs. Immediately, I spread them as wide as possible, with the tights impeding my movement. He flicks histongue against my clit, and over the underwear, the friction feels amazing, rubbing me, sending tingles up my belly.
His big palm splays over my lower belly, and he uses his thumb to lift my mound to gain better access. His tongue licks the length of my slit, and I rest my palms on the sleek cold desk and lean back, my feet coming off the floor. He takes my ankles and places my feet on his thighs, then lowers my tights and spreads my knees.
Finally, he moves my underwear to the side and buries his face between my legs.
Blake eats pussy with his chin buried inside my hole to put pressure on it while his tongue swirls my clit with lazy movements. He watches me while he’s licking me, and I can barely hold his gaze because I’m both embarrassed I’m inside his office and aroused to be in his office, to have this beautifully refined man between my legs.
I work at the coffee shop, okay? He owns the hotel. I can’t even get his order right, and yet he knows how to eat my pussy without knowing what I like.
Well, I like whatever he’s doing, and my hands itch to grab his hair, make a mess of the finely styled strands, but I don’t because he asked not to be touched. The fact I can’t or maybe the fact he commands me easily and with no effort makes me feel like I could just lie back and relax and let him do whatever he wants.
I do that. I lean back on my elbows, and he stops. I’m watching the ceiling, waiting to see what he’ll do, when I hear a belt buckle. Oh my God, he’s gonna fuck me over the desk.
Swallowing, I lift my head and find him grabbing his cock and stroking. It’s a beautiful big cock with a big mushroom top, and I’m sure it will hurt when it enters my pussy. I want him to hurt me like that.
Blake moves forward, and because my legs are constrained by the tights, they’re also in the way. He stops just before he can penetrate me to rub his cock at my entrance.
Groaning, he keeps rubbing, and I have this inexplicable need to scoot down and impale myself on it. Frustrated, I moan, and he snaps his eyes toward me, then reaches for my clit and starts rubbing. I lie down on the desk while he strokes me, rubbing my clit with his fingers while the head of his cock stays at the entrance. Butterflies wreak chaos in my lower belly, and I close my eyes, anticipating the moment when I shatter into a million pieces, coming and coming, my pussy convulsing, making my legs shake.
Blake removes his fingers, leaving my clit throbbing with need. I freeze as he pushes the tip inside. So this is how I will lose my virginity, the thing I’ve been saving for a man who’s gonna sweep my heart away and hold it steady, never hurt it or try to manipulate it for the rest of our lives. Four hundred thousand will get my sister and me places to live. It’s just a stupid hymen. I fist my hands, waiting for him to push inside, bracing for pain. He wanted to punish me.
The pain never comes, and neither does my orgasm.
