Nina didn’t need clarification. She lowered herself to the couch, her thighs parting as she gathered her skirt around her waist. When she spread her lips, Billie smirked and dropped to her knees in front of her. She didn’t touch, she just watched. She let the weight of her gaze sink in deep before she leaned in impossibly close.
“Tell me,” Billie whispered as she dipped her head and gathered Nina’s wetness on her tongue. “Did it make you wet? Knowing you couldn’t have it yet…knowing I was the one who would decide when and how you’d come?”
“Yes.” Nina’s lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You’ve been perfect all day. Holding it for me.” Billie dipped a finger inside Nina, enjoying the way she clenched immediately. “Keeping yourself ready for my hands…my mouth…my permission.” Billie leaned back and took her in fully. Open, trembling, and so fucking obedient. “Taking me so well. Giving yourself to me without question…”
“Billie, I—” Nina tried to close her thighs around Billie’s hand. “Oh, God.”
“You’ve earned every second of what’s coming.” Billie slipped out of Nina and rose slowly. She popped the button on her pants, lowered the zip, and watched a range of emotions cross Nina’s face as she brought the strap into view. “You know I love ruining you.”
“And you know I love being ruined by you.”
Nina sat forward and held the strap in her hand with a devotion that made Billie’s pulse thrum harder. She wrapped her lips around the head, looked up at Billie through those long eyelashes, and took the length of it in her mouth.
“Do you know why I make you wait?” Billie asked as she pressed a hand to the back of Nina’s head. Nina only managed a nod in response, her gaze unwavering, but Billie stepped back and guided her to her feet. She brushed her knuckles against Nina’s cheek, angling her head a little. “On the desk.”
Nina lay back against the cool surface of the desk, her breath a soft, reverberating echo in Billie’s otherwise silent office. She didn’t break eye contact—not even when her body trembled with a restrained intensity that had been building since the moment Billie had dismissed her that morning.
Billie stood there, leaning against the edge of the desk with her hands braced on either side of Nina’s hips, her eyes travelling every inch of her body.
Beautiful.
Controlled.
Waiting.
Nina inhaled a shaky breath. Billie could see how close she was to surrender. It was there in her eyes. Absolute trust.
Billie leaned closer, her face inches from Nina’s as she said, “It isn’t just about control. It’s about clarity.”
Nina’s lashes fluttered. “Clarity?”
“You spend all day with your hands busy and your mind on what others need from you, but in here, you’re stripped of all that. There’s nothing to balance and nothing to manage. Only surrender.” Her tone softened, but her gaze didn’t. “Only me.”
Nina swallowed. “And I want that. Ineedit.”
“I know you do.” Billie raised a hand, tracing two fingers up the length of Nina’s thigh without reaching the places Ninaached for her to touch. “And because of that, you don’t rush. You don’t demand and you don’t take. Youearn.”
“I held it together for you,” Nina whispered. “Even when the ache was so intense that I could barely walk.”
Billie’s lips curved at the edges. “That’s because you’re mine inside this office.” She let that sink in for a moment. “You know who you belong to here. You know whose hands you wait for.”
Billie eased two fingers inside Nina, smirking when her pussy pulsed around her. She couldn’t help herself, but Billie wouldn’t hold it against her for too long. She wanted to fuck this woman senseless just as much as Nina craved it.
“I’m yours.” Nina whimpered when Billie pushed deeper.
“Say it properly.”
Nina’s gaze held steady. “I belong to you, Billie. I wait for you. Nobody else.”
Billie coated the strap with Nina’s wetness and pushed inside her without warning. Nina cried out, her fingers failing to grasp the desk beneath her as she took every thrust of Billie’s hips. “That’s why you’re rewarded.”
Nina’s gasp fractured into a raw, breathless moan as Billie buried herself inside her. The sound sparked through Billie like a lit fuse, tightening every muscle in her body with the undeniable truth of what she craved in her future.
But it couldn’t be.
She wouldn’t give her control up ever again.
