Page 28 of Ripple Effect: Ep. 1

“You got me again! Asshole!” She wheezes between snorts and I begin to think perhaps this woman deserves what’s coming to her. Not really, but how the hell can someone be so obtuse? “Holy shit, I thought you were serious for a second there.”

My muscles tense when dark blue jeans pass in front of me, falling into the chair across from me. Massive thighs envelope my body at either side, and I think this guy could probably crush the life out of me if I ever found myself trapped between them. His knees sit only inches from my face, splayed open to reveal his bulging crotch.

On instinct, I brush my hand across my blade sticking up from my jeans. No way I’d kill the man, but I might get a good stab in, if necessary.

“Come here,” he orders, his thick, bronze hand adjusting himself before my eyes, and my body sags into disappointment.

No, no, no. Not this. Christ, this is my punishment for everything, isn’t it? There aren’t enough pills to sit through this. I may end up stabbing myself before night’s end.

Within seconds, a set of white thigh highs sidle up to him, and I’m flashed a thin black thong beneath a plaid skirt, as she settles on his lap.

Schoolgirl outfit? Did he make her wear this thing?

Her ass grinds into his crotch while her moan fills the air. Maybe when they’re in the throes of sex, I’ll be able to sneak past and get the hell out of this place. I eye the skinny space between his beastly thigh and the desk.

Or not.

In the meantime, I sit disgusted watching his hands curl around the arms of the chair as she goes to town on his lap, dry humping him with some fervor. Her body seizes up, ass goes still, and I hold my breath. A choking sound has me slapping a hand over my mouth, wondering if he’ll throttle her to death as I sit tucked between his legs.

“Hands to yourself until I tell you to touch me, or I’ll cuff them behind your back,” he demands.

She sinks back down on his lap again, coughs, then clears her throat. “Got it. I got it.”

I wonder where she touched him, only for a brief second before my thoughts are overrun by her overzealous moans and grunts again.

When she slides off his lap, I flatten my back against the wall of the desk, as the chair backs away, and she’s on her knees in front of him. I’m staring at her back, her stilettos stretched beneath my tucked legs, and if she happened to get so ambitious as to turn around, she’d be in for one hell of an unpleasant surprise.

All I can make out is his lower half, slouched in the chair, thighs splayed to either side of her, his face hidden from me.

“May I?” she asks.

He must nod his approval because she unzips his pants and pulls down his jeans until black briefs peek from either side of her body. A sloppy, wet sound crimps my lip and when she gags, I have to swallow back the urge to do the same.

“God, you’re so fucking big, baby,” she says breathlessly. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

He doesn’t speak much at all during the five agonizing minutes I’m forced to watch her work to get him off. Poor woman sounds like she’s going to throw up as she shakes her head, on a bob, taking him deep. He’s unmoved. Unaffected by her efforts. She pulls herself off and kicks her head to the side, coughing and gagging. “Ah fuck, that was deep, wasn’t it baby?”

No answer. Not even a grunt.

What an asshole.

He could at least give her the impression she’s doing something for him. Part of me wants to whisper in her ear to bite down on the ungrateful bastard, but he’d probably slice her throat.

“Squeeze. Hard.” His demand is level with an air of boredom.

“You like pain, huh? I can do that.” Her grunts are louder than his as she jerks his cock. “How’s that?”

“Harder.”

What the hell is wrong with this guy? If she works him any harder, I’m guessing she’ll tear it off of him. Not that he doesn’t deserve that.

“I go any harder, baby, and you’ll be on the floor.” A nervous chuckle follows and I shake my head, feeling bad for this woman. And for me, because how the actual fuck do I get myself into these awkward situations?

But she does as told and his hips come off the seat with a grunt. For a moment, I think she might get him off soon, until he stills again.

This man is something else.

Another minute passes like this—her inflicting pain and his apparent lack of interest.