"Athanasius." I nearly growl. He has my hands pinned to my desk. "Let go."
"Answer me."
"I refuse to be horny at work, get off me."
Leaning his face around my shoulder brings to my realization how large this man is. This Primordial is. He's smirking at me, the tattoos just below his eyes move as his mouth does. His body is pressing into mine, slowly he lets my hands go, to plant them on my waist, I forgot I was wearing a skirt. One hand slips under, moving my thigh while his mouth moves over my neck. I can feel myheart slowly start to beat faster. Athanasius hums latching onto my neck, his teeth prick my skin and a subtle throb begins in my womb.
"You refuse," He whispers. His fingers move past my panties. I'm drenched, and he chuckles pushing two fingers inside of me. "What's this, rabbit?"
"Nothing." I huff. "I'll dry up as soon as you leave."
"Too bad I'm not." He forces me to bend over, tapping my hands. "Do not move them, or else, do you understand, woman?"
Do not obey.
Move. Sit down.
Do not listen to him.
Ione! Do not acknowledge him.
"Rabbit," He growls, his fingers pinch my clit and I bite down on my lower lip. "Answer me."
"Yes." I breathe out.
Traitorous body!
His fingers rub my clit, and his thumb is inside of me. "Yes, what?"
I know what he wants me to say. Nope. I refuse. Athanasius drops to his knees. He hikes my skirt around my waist, tucking it in before moving my panties to one side. He breathes against me and my body indistinctly moves back toward him. He laughs. "Yes, what?"
"My master." I shiver right as his tongue makes contact with my clit.
"And who do you belong to?" He asks before his tongue dives inside of me, each side moving against my walls.
"You," I moan. "I'm yours."
"Good rabbit."
I was coming on his mouth in 3 minutes, again on his fingers in 2. I try not to look embarrassed as we bid goodbye to everyone and walk out of the building.
He insists that no one heard a thing, and Claudia and Maria seemed none the wiser.
Back at home, it doesnt take me long to figure out that he left the broken TV on my front lawn. Ms. Taylor narrows her eyes at me while watering her grass. Her poodles are barking at us.
"Hello, Ms. Taylor," I wave at her."I hope your day was nice."
She scowls. "That is a demon!" She huffs before shutting off the water. "Can't you see that?"
I know what Athanasius looked like when we got out of the car, but as I turn to look at him on the porch, he's in his true form. Upper arms crossed over his chest, lower arms hanging by his side. He's staring at her with a smile on his face.
"Athanasius." I hiss.
"Can't you see him!" She screams again, before running inside.
He laughs, opening the door, one hand leading me in. "She'll be fine, rabbit, I'm having a bit of fun."
Chapter twenty-one
