“Ward, please—”
“I want you to sit in mediation for the rest of the day, squirming and drenched and empty, wishing my cock was shoved inside you.” His fingers milked my nipples as one hand dropped, leaving my other breast bare. Cold.
"Don't stop. Please.” Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. I rested my head against his shoulder.
“Beautiful begging. You haven’t gotten yourself off for so long have you? So denied,” he cooed against my ear without letting his mouth touch my skin. Just his breath.
“You asked me not to.”
“Good girl.” His other hand dropped to the front of my skirt, pressing in just enough to graze over my clit. “Are you wearing panties?”
“Y-yes.”
“Don’t wear them for the rest of the week.” He stroked my clit through my skirt, through my panties. Lightly. His caresses were devastating.
It wouldn't be enough.
“Please, Ward,” I choked.
The dual touch sent me spinning. One hand over my clit, while his other stroked my nipple, keeping me on edge. Aching. “Friday night, I’ll be late. The game is important, but so are you.” He rubbed my clit faster. Harder. “Kneel on the floor for me, presented how you like. Ten p.m. I won’t be there until midnight, so I want you to drip for me. Be numb. Ache. Fall asleep on the floor. Dress however you like for me.”
I gasped, rocking between him and the door, the hard length of him pressed to the swell of my ass. “Oh, fuck. Ward—”
“Will you do it?”
“Yes, of course I’ll do it!”
“Good.” Ward’s hands retracted, and he stepped back.
Liquid pooled in my panties, and I sank against the door, my body throbbing and pulsing on the edge of an orgasm. But. Not. Quite. There.
“What?” I twisted to stare at hom wildly over my shoulder.
“Don’t come.” Ward raked his fingers through his silver and black hair watching me with hooded eyes. That gaze rested on my chest, surveying his handiwork, then lower. “Pity you didn’t bring your jacket. I love your breasts on show like that but…You’re the head of HR. What we didn’t probably isn’t appropriate for show in the workplace.”
I blinked at him. “You– I—”
“See you Friday, Sia.” Ward flicked the lock on the door, and pulled it open.
“Asshole,” I whispered. I stumbled backward to avoid being knocked over when he stole my support. My legs wobbled.
“That’s two days away. Got it?” he said casually.
As if what we just did was meaningless to him.
If he didn’t pause with his hip cocked to disguise the swell of his cock straining in his pants, maybe I’d recognize the lie.
“Friday,” I managed hoarsely. “On the floor, legs spread, asleep and waiting for you. I remember.”
His eyes darkened. “Nice wet spot, wife. You might want to choose what to cover up before you walk back to your office. Security will be ramped up and you’ll have an escort home.”
I stared as he shut the door softly behind him, then down at my skirt where a telltale tiny dot darkened the material. Seething, aching and heart sore, I fixed my blouse, pulled my hair over my shoulders and prayed that would cover me until I got back to my office.
I was wearing black for the rest of eternity. And getting a pair of handcuffs for Ward.
Maybe filing a sexual abuse compliant. A smile curved my lips as I tried not to fall out of the boardroom. Scratch that last. I knew I’d never do that to Ward.
He was too damn good with his hands.
