His palms slide down my body. His thumb teases my clit through my knickers. “You’re wet already. Is it because I called you my good girl or because I threatened to spank you?”
“It’s all of it. It’s you.” I gasp as he yanks my underwear down, his biceps flexing. He pockets my knickers with a smirk.
“I want to sit at lunch, smug that my just fucked girlfriend is wet and without underwear at her desk.” My chest heaves as he adds, “And I want to wrap them around my dick later. Maybe I’ll send you a video of me wanking against the lace that touched your wet pussy.”
He returns to worshipping my nipples, swirling his tongue around them in turn. He pulls down my bra cups and bites and kisses my breasts as one of his hands returns to my pussy. His fingers slide in easily because my dirty-mouthed boss turns me on beyond reason. My vision blurs as he continues circling my clit. His cock is thick against his zipper.
“Ride my hand,” he grunts before returning to my tits. “Have you ever tried edging? Where I take you to the brink of orgasm and then stop again and again?”
I shake my head. “Will you let me come before you leave for lunch?”
“Maybe.” He smirks.
“I’d try anything with you. You’ll keep me safe.”
He kisses my palm. “Always.”
He pushes his fingers deeper, and my back bows off his desk. I imagine people on the other side of his door listening to my whimpers and desperate cries. I’m not the insecure mum that met Niki in Greece. He’s helped me find my sexual womanly side.
The thought is blasted away when his fingers penetrate me harder. He takes me quickly to the edge. I don’t know what it is about him in his suit while I’m practically naked on his desk, but it’s a turn-on that has me fucking his hand.
His relentless pursuit of my orgasm makes me shake.
I grip his desk, my knuckles painful as I hold on.
As he sucks and marks my body I feel the telltale knot of impending orgasm in my belly.
He stops.
“Niki,” I cry to his wide-eyed wonder.
“It will be worth it. Trust me?”
I nod. “Although I don’t know if I want to hit you or drag your hands back between my thighs,” I say breathlessly.
He plunges his fingers back inside me, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip.
“You know exactly what you want. You want this.” His smile is devilish. “Let yourself enjoy it.” He ghosts my forehead with kisses.
His softness does nothing to reduce the tightness of my limbs as I chase my orgasm. I’ve never known pressure like it. My stomach burns with desperation. My toes curl as I lift my bum off his desk to get closer to the fingers thrusting inside me. His other palm covers my belly, flattening me against the hard wood.
I lean back and release growls I don’t recognise. “Please let me come,” I beg as I reach the edge. I get there quicker this time.
My pulse thrums.
Sweat beads my skin, and everything tightens, but as I’m about to come again, he pulls away.
“Niki,” I scream, but suddenly, he pulls me off the desk and takes me to his chair. As I straddle him, he undoes his trousers and slides on a condom.
“I want you to come with me inside you. You control the speed. You control me. Possess me,” he whispers into my hair.
His eyes are soft and pleading as I ease myself down. His lips brush my neck as he penetrates me. He stares at the ring as I bounce on his cock, easing my body up before dropping back down on him. Niki slides the tip of his little finger in the ring as I ride his dick.
The back of the chain bites into my skin slightly because he’s giving it little tugs with every grind of my body.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says.
“You won’t hurt me.”
