He nodded. “All signs point to yes,” he said, giving her an 8-Ball answer. He didn’t need a fortuneteller or tarot cards to tell him she was going to enjoy all the bad things he’d do. Her body made it clear.
He reached for her hips, lifted her off him and set her down on the edge of his desk. He stood up, zipped his pants and held her face in his hands, and moved in to plant a bruising kiss on her lips. She gasped the second he made contact and he kissed the sound away, feasting on her lips, turning everything playful into something hot and hungry once more.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dirty Inquisition
The moment shifted in a nanosecond. She’d held the power when she’d sauntered into his office, costume on, plan in hand. Now he had the reins and she was quivering with want from the way he devoured her lips, as he spread her legs easily with a strong nudge of his thighs.
His tongue swirled against hers, his lips crushing her mouth, her head gripped tight in his strong hands. She held on to the edge of his desk. If she didn’t, she might topple backwards. When he broke the kiss, she was dazed. But maybe that was the point. Jack might be content with a little role-playing, but his favorite role was dominating her.
“Stay like that,” he said. Turning around, he reached for a shelf behind his desk, and grabbed a black box with the letter J embossed in silver on the front. She shivered; just the look of the box was arousing.
“Open your shirt,” he said, his voice husky, laden with power.
She steadied herself, and began unbuttoning her blouse down to her waist, his eyes staying on her the whole time as she spread open the fabric. She wore a black lace push-up bra.
He drew a sharp breath, and ran his tongue over his teeth as he opened the box. “Don’t take the bra off. Just push it down, and free your tits,” he told her.
She did as she was told, her breasts tumbling free, resting on the underwire, framed by the lace. Heat spread fast through her body, whipping through her veins as he opened the box, and dipped his fingers inside. He lifted out something that looked like earrings. Each had a gold chain and red hearts on the end.
“What’s that?” she asked because she knew they weren’t earrings.
Pressing one hand on the desk, he cupped a breast with his other hand, palming her. A moan escaped her lips as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Nipple clamps. May I?”
It was the may that led to her yes. It was his ask that brought the permission. The manners in the midst of this intense moment led her to give in to try. “Yes.”
He carefully clamped one on. She gasped, biting back a small ouch.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, concerned.
“Yes, and no,” she said, shooting him the tiniest smile.
“Sounds like it’s working then,” he said, and moved to her other breast, clamping it down and giving a quick tug. The sensation was like a bite. The sharp, sweet sting of pain mingled with pleasure. “I’m not done with you, Michelle,” he whispered hotly in her ear, his voice like a hard warning. “You don’t come to my office and blow me and not get fucked.”
“I would hope to get fucked,” she countered, letting him know she might play these games, but she wasn’t a woman who’d ever roll over. She’d spar verbally even as he flicked the red heart on her breasts, sending an agonizingly delicious zing from her breasts straight to her core. Perhaps she might meet that elusive nipple orgasm today. She doubted it existed, but with the way heat pooled between her legs, she might start believing.
“I need you to understand me, beautiful,” he said, gripping her thigh. “This is my company. My office. My desk. I make the rules, and you tried to subvert them. Now I’ll show you how I run things here when a woman like you tears me away from work.”
“Show me,” she said, daring him. Taunting him.
He took another box off his shelf, then opened it, showing her a purple vibrator. “The Wild One. It’s new. You’ll be my personal focus group of one. The walls in my office are very thick, so be as loud as you need to.”
She eyed it suspiciously. “You’re not going to use that on me, are you? Has anyone touched it?”
He laughed, breaking his dominant character for a moment. “It’s never been used. I’ll clean it too,” he said, and stepped into the restroom attached to his office. She heard the water running, then the faucets being turned off. She leaned forward, peering into the bathroom to see him wiping down the toy. She smiled to herself. He was a good man to make sure it was clean.
He returned, and stood between her legs again, pushing them open wider.
“Put your feet up on my desk. Show me how far you can spread your legs.”
She lifted her heeled feet onto the edge of his desk. Not once did she think about how she looked. She knew she looked hot to him. She knew he wanted her badly as she sat perched on his desk, wide open, nipple clamps dangling, underwear soaked from her desire.
He stared between her legs at her wet panties. “We have a problem.”
“What’s the problem?”
“I don’t want you to move from this position. But I need to get those the fuck off,” he said, and stretched across her and reached for a pencil holder on his desk, grasping a pair of scissors.
Her eyes widened in fear.
“Don’t move. I won’t hurt you.”
He pulled the side of her black lace panties, tugging them away from her leg. “Tomorrow I’m taking you lingerie shopping. That’s a promise,” he said, and then sliced the panties neatly, and tugged the ripped fabric to the side, exposing her wet pussy to him. She followed his gaze downward.
She was glistening for him.
He shut his eyes briefly and rubbed the outline of his cock in his pants. She ached. Watching him touch himself after he came moments ago thrilled her. This might just be sex, they might only be playmates, but hell, she had him. He was aroused to no end by her, and that knowledge turned her into an inferno. Her skin sizzled and she dipped a hand between her legs.
He opened his eyes, and they blazed darkly at her.
“Are you going to fuck me now?”
He shook his head. “No,” he said, and handed her the toy. “Fuck yourself. I want to watch you masturbate on my desk. I want to see the sexiest woman I’ve ever known make herself come on the desk where I approved this product,” he said, hitting the on switch, rubbing the head once through her wet lips, and then handing it to her.
“Jack,” she moaned.