And there I’d been, finally starting to play, and I liked it. Actually, I loved it. Having such a strong man in the palm of my hand—that’s what you call power. And God help me, I wanted to feel powerful.
As soon as he walked over and slammed the door, I looked at him and saw the anger in his eyes.
“Ignore her,” he said.
I was sick to death of people acting like I was seconds away from cracking. If I hadn’t cracked yet, I sure wasn’t going to now. I didn’t want to ignore her. I wanted to use her words to make myself stronger. I wanted to use everything I’d learned so far to make myself tougher.
“She’s right,” I said. “I am your toy.”
He attempted to smooth things over. “Don’t think of it that way, Jess—”
I cut him off. “And I like it.”
He stopped and stared back at me, as if I was a stranger who’d just entered the room. Finally, the side of his mouth lifted and his dimples sank into his cheeks.
“Then come here and let me play with you.”
I went to him and when his fingers dug into my hips, I didn’t pull away. I wanted this—I wanted him.
Using a finger, he tilted my face to his and ran his tongue across my lips.
“Do I really scare you?” he asked.
Again… treating me like I was about to crack. No more. I was done with that.
“No.” To show him I was serious, I captured his bottom lips in my teeth and pulled. I’d once seen a woman do it in a movie, and it drove the man crazy. It did the same to Sebastian. His fingers dug into my arms as he moved me, pressing my ass into his desk. He stared down at me dangerously and I knew in that moment I was playing with fire. But, the last thing I felt was fear.
He was testing me, just as he had been since the moment I’d met him. It was an experiment to see how far I’d let him go when he slowly ran his palms up my thighs. It was a test when he stuck his finger in the side of my panties and began to softly run the back of his finger across me, every now and again letting his knuckle slide in and massage my clit. It was all a test and by the sounds of approval he made, I was passing.
My head fell back, letting the sensations his finger created move through me. I’d never felt anything so amazing.
Pulling his finger from my panties, he stuck his knuckle in his mouth and sucked. I almost exploded on the spot.
“Fuck. You taste amazing.” He began to roll the cotton down my thighs until my panties were around my ankles. “You’ve earned a prize. You’ve been doing so well, I’m going to eat your pussy and you’re going to let me. Do you understand?”
I bit into my bottom lip and nodded.
“I’m going to tongue your tight little slit until you beg me to stop. And then I’m going to stick my tongue deep in you and suck on your clit until you come. And when you do, I’m going to lap up your sweetness and swallow it.”
My knees went weak with his words. I let him lift me onto the desk. Staring at the drop ceiling above me, I didn’t fight him when he slowly spread my legs.
He wasted no time, and I was never more thankful. His tongue delved into my hole, then he ran it up and sucked on my clit with a loud smack. I lifted from the table and a sound I’d never made exploded from my mouth.
“Oh my God,” the words rushed from my lips.
“Don’t worship me yet, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.”
And then his mouth was on me again, working me up and down. Sliding against my wet skin in ways I never knew were possible. His tongue curled, flicked, and touched every nerve I had, making me pant and pull at his hair. I’d never been so rough, but then again I’d never felt so amazing in my life.
“Tell me you want to come in my mouth. I want to hear your pretty mouth say dirty things.”
His words sounded so far away, but they broke through my haze of wonder. When I didn’t respond, he nipped at my lip making me hiss.
“Say it,” he demanded.
I didn’t care what it sounded like. I didn’t care what I was saying as long as he didn’t stop.
“Oh my God, Sebastian, I want to come in your mouth. Please make me come in your mouth.”
And then the rise was there. He held me to the desk as I worked my pussy against his face. The wave of sensations washed against me. The music downstairs thumped against the glass wall in his office and matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. I screamed words I’d never said before in my life as my release hit me, and my juices poured into his mouth.
“Fuck. Yes, Sebastian. Yes.”