“The desk isn’t for me,” he murmured. “It’s all you, my darling.Yourpedestal.Yourplace of worship.” His mouth brushed my ear as his voice dropped lower. “Somewhere worthy of you—where you can be bare and open, and I can give you everything your body’s been asking for.”
Fuck—okay. This was going to be good.
My whole body was already thrumming with anticipation. I could tease him all I wanted, but I fucking loved that mouth of his. The way he spoke to me, how those words slipped from his lips like honey, trapping me. Only now I knew with absolute certainty that they weren’t lies. He meant all of it.
“Do you want to use the gift?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
The corners of my mouth lifted. “Is that part of the worship?”
“A proof of trust,” he whispered, then grinned. “And to make sure you’ll let me take my time. As long as I like.”
A shiver raced through me before Sebastian was back at my lips, his kiss deep, drawing me into him. My head went fuzzy as his body pressed against mine, still fully clothed, and the contrast only made it better.
My breath left me when, in one quick motion, I was on my back—his mouth at my neck, nibbling and sucking as his hands guided my wrists above my head. Sebastian’s desk was huge, thick wood and solid beneath me, wide enough to hold most of my body with only a little hanging off the edge.
He made quick work of cuffing me, giving them a firm tug to make sure they were secure before his mouth closed around one nipple. I groaned as his hand slid down my torso, fingers brushing the gold at my waist—cool metal against heated skin—before palming my cock and tugging lightly at the elastic of the jock, testing it.
“I did order food for us,” I managed, cutting off on a moan as he latched onto the other side. “It’ll get here eventually.”
“I hope you told them to come in a couple of hours.”
I laughed, breathless. “I did, actually—fuck.”
Sebastian gave a sharp suck as his hand stroked me once before hooking his fingers into the band and pulling, stripping it from me without ceremony. He leaned back just long enough to take me in—approval dark in his eyes.
Then he turned me onto my front.
Heat crept up my spine as I heard the chair scrape back, my whole body tightening with need. His hands settled on my thighs, pausing to trace the garter there before sliding higher to cup my cheeks, spreading me apart as he took me in with a low groan. “You look incredible like this.”
With the balls of my feet planted on the floor, the edge of the desk pressed into my hips, leaving my hard cock angled down toward it. His lips grazed my skin, breath ghosting over me and making my muscles clench. Then the kisses started—soft at first, brushing over me as he slid the chair closer.
Just the idea of how we must look right now—me laid out for him on his desk at his mercy—made my heart thump and my cock throb.
His hands held me open as his mouth moved closer, until he pressed a kiss right where I was already aching for him. He stayed there for a second, warm breath making me squirm, before the slick drag of his tongue made me squeeze my eyes shut and moan.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t pull away. Firm hands kept me in place as he worked me open with relentless focus, tongue hot and insistent, breaking only to kiss and suck before starting again.
The scratch of his beard as he went deeper made me want to push back into him, to chase the pleasure he kept igniting over and over. He kept going, coaxing and teasing until my body loosened enough for him to slip into me with that talented tongue.
I shuddered when I felt his hand on my cock, but he didn’t stroke it—just held the head between his fingers, thumb brushing over the sensitive slit, already slick. The sensation was too much, my gasps slipping into small, helpless whines.
Sebastian pulled back just long enough to murmur, “I fucking love it when you make that sound,” before diving right back in.
My shoulders burned as I strained against the cuffs, like it might help me absorb what he was doing to me. Breathing came in the form of fast and heavy pants against his desk.
When my thighs began to tremble, he released me just long enough to rub them soothingly, his thumb catching on the little golden chain. “Are you getting tired, my darling?”
I shook my head.
He paused, and before I could ask why, he adjusted me on the desk so my cock was pressed flat beneath me and my hips were fully supported. Sebastian pulled his chair in close, guiding my legs over it on his sides, taking the strain off them—and somehow making everything feel even more exposed.
A heartbeat later, his mouth was back, hands gripping my cheeks to keep me from seeking any friction, and another helpless moan left me.
“Just relax, my pet,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”
I closed my eyes and let myself melt into the desk, knowing full well what his plans were, and surrendering to him completely.
