Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
For the first time since she faced me down outside, her expression slips to reveal some of her anxiety. “What does that mean?” she asks, her nostrils flaring as she fights to control her breathing. Surely, adrenaline is pumping through her veins, now tainted with cold fear. It’s delicious.
“I’ll need collateral. Proof of commitment to your plan. Otherwise, how do I know you won’t run off on me the moment you’re on campus? You do realize I’ll be taking quite a risk. I need to know I have security.”
“Exactly how do you plan on having me prove that?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I push back from the desk but remain in the chair. “For starters, you can prove your submissiveness. I need to be sure you know how to follow orders when they’re given.”
“And how do you want me to prove that?” She’s not fooling me. There’s a note of flat, cold understanding in her voice.
“I want you to crawl to me on all fours and show me just how eager you are to be of service. You’re going to help right the wrongs to which you’ve contributed. And you’re going to get your vengeance, which you so richly deserve. So now, show me. Show me how much you want it.”
I do my best to hold back the grin threatening to appear on my lips. If she clenches her teeth any harder, they’ll crack. I can’t pretend I’m not enjoying the sight of her processing this, fighting with herself, knowing she doesn’t have any option but to submit, yet fighting against that knowledge just the same. She’s stubborn, prideful, and I can’t pretend not to admire that at least a little.
When she all but slithers out of the chair, sinking to her knees, I can’t help but twitch behind my zipper. She’s mine, mine to do with as I wish. And she knows it. It’s a heady feeling, rich with possibility. What couldn’t I make this woman do if I had a mind to?
For now, it’s enough to watch her slowly, grudgingly crawl on hands and knees to where I’m seated. I swivel the chair and face the side of the desk where she’ll arrive. She takes her time about it but eventually makes it to me, every movement deliberate until she finally comes to a stop between my feet.
“Good girl,” I whisper. My chest is so tight it isn’t easy not to reveal my excitement.
“What do you want me to do?” she asks, lifting her gaze. When her eyes meet mine, I’d swear a bolt of sheer electricity leaps from her to me.
“Come here,” She moves maybe an inch forward. “Closer,” I grunt. “Show me how much you miss my cock. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Is your pussy lonely? Or maybe your mouth is. Show me how much you miss me.”
She hesitates for the briefest moment before coming closer, raising herself up on her knees alone, sliding her hands up my legs from ankle to knee. Fuck, I didn’t expect to react so strongly, my cock stirring to life in an instant. Heavy desire pulses through my veins. I need to be careful, or I’ll forget the point of this exercise in favor of sheer indulgence.
She begins the slow, excruciating climb from knee to thigh, inching her way up. “How would you like me to show you?” she whispers. Is she fucking with me, or is there a throb of desire in her voice? I wish I knew. I wish I knew if this was all an act.
No, that isn’t what matters. Dammit, I need to keep my thoughts in check. “I want you to place your lips over it. Don’t unzip but kiss the bulge you’ve stirred to life here. Worship it. Worship me, and, baby, you better make it believable,” I add, reaching for her and threading my fingers through her thick, soft hair.
Rather than break eye contact, she remains fixed on me as she lowers her head. I can’t look away, either, staring into those green orbs. She’s a siren, calling me into dark waters, and I’ll be damned if I don’t go. She presses her plump lips against my crotch, and I jump and throb. Fuck me, how I long to take her over this desk, in this chair, against the wall. Anywhere and everywhere. I want to fill her with my seed over and over until it’s dripping out of her and onto the floor. But now isn’t the time for such an indulgence.
“You can do better than that,” I snip, “Come on. Show me. Prove to me how much you want this.”
She brushes her lips over me, turning her head back and forth, sighing softly as she does. And that sigh goes straight through me like yet another bolt of electricity. Now I can’t help myself, and I let my fingers tighten in her hair while I push her head down, thrusting my hips upward at the same time. Burying her face against me until I know she can’t breathe. She digs her fingers into my thighs, grunting, but I hold her in place just the same.