“Are you wet, Ms. Nayak?”
“I—” I swallowed the denial with a painful gulp. “Yes.”
“Good,” she breathed, the deep green of her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “That’s a good girl.”
The way those last two words coiled down my spine made my legs weak.
She gathered me close and flipped me onto the couch, forcing my hair over the side of the armrest.
“You’ve had your fun,” she said, kneeling between my thighs. “Now it’s my turn.”
Slowly, as though testing how far she could push me, she bent my legs until my knees rested on my chest. The angle tilted my hips up and left my core more exposed than I was used to. Our eyes met over the pink-covered mound.
“I have only one rule,” she said, holding my gaze. “Keep your knees to your chest, or you don’t get to come.”
She maneuvered my hands so they were clasped over my upturned thighs. I held them down with a desperation I would never admit out loud.
One thing I knew for certain about my boss was that she never said anything she didn’t mean. She always carried through with every threat, every warning, every promise. But I also knew that she didn’t speak without thinking through her words first, and every sentence that came out of her mouth was like a binding contract.
Aiven’s cruelty and relentlessness went hand in hand. I had no doubt she would leave me here, unfulfilled and on the verge of tears, if I let my legs drop for one single second.
She ran her fingers down the sensitive skin on the back of my thighs as though testing their warmth. I squirmed, sucking in a breath.
“Ticklish,” I protested, and she drew her touch away.
“I will say this about you, Ms. Nayak,” she said as she spread herself on the couch between my thighs. “You always smell so damn good.”
“What?” Surprise forced me into an involuntary sit-up. “Really?”
Her gaze glittered darkly. “Are you fishing for compliments?”
“No.” I hated how breathless I sounded. “I just… You think I smell good? You’ve always thought I smelled good?”
“Like sweet peaches and cream.” She inched lower and took a deep breath just above the soaked center of my underwear. The shudder that wracked her body made my stomach curl in impossible ways.
“I—”
“Hush.” Another command. One I was more inclined to obey. “You’ve had your reward. Now be good while I have mine.”
The very idea that she considered my sopping wet pussy a reward sent a thrill down my spine.
She tugged at the underwear and the wet cotton gave way with a loudsquelch.
“You must have really liked sucking my cock.” The words were a velvet purr as she gathered the fabric to the side. “I’ve never seen an omega this wet.”
I squirmed, trying to glance over the fold of my belly to get a glimpse of what she was looking at, but a sharp rap to my thighs forced my head back down again.
Her fingers moved slowly, sliding through the slick that coated every inch of my sensitive skin.
I knew it. I knew she’d torture me like this. Drawing out pleasure was one thing, but fucking my mouth and leaving me without an orgasm was a torture tactic only Aiven Burns would use. Every inch of my skin was taut and ready for the final fall, for that sharp snap of release. Instead, her fingers glided slowly like I wasn’t on the verge of tears.
As her thumb ghosted over the nub of my clit, my nails dug into my thighs, no doubt leaving marks behind.
“Needy, aren’t we?”
“Just… I…Fuck.”
My world dropped between my thighs. As she circled my clit, I found my hips moving in tandem, chasing the slight pressure that relaxed as soon as it got good.
