“Don’t. Move.”
“I’m stuck.”
“I know.” He flashes an evil grin and twists the blouse, further trapping me.
“What are you doing?” I repeat.
Holding onto the material, he squats down.
I strain and twist my head, trying to see what creative torture he’s planning. The material yanks tighter, leaving me open and at his mercy.
“Are you tying me to my desk with my own clothes?” Shock and outrage squeeze my voice high.
“Looks like it.” He scoops my underwear off the desk and shoves it in my mouth. “It’s messy but it’ll hold you for now.”
“Marcel!” I mumble, shaking my head and spitting damp lace from my lips.
He strokes his fingers over my breasts and down my stomach as he returns to the other side. “I like you like this.”
“I don’t.” Liar, liar, pussy on fire.
He smirks. “Sure you don’t.” My chair squeaks as he sinks into it. He rolls it closer until his breath puffs over my legs. His rough hands caress my thighs. “You should see how wet you are.”
He runs his fingers down my center, then holds them in front of my face. “You don’t have to say anything. I have all the evidence I need, counselor.”
I turn my head and snort-giggle into my armpit.
There’s a click and a buzz. Something tickles right above my clit. My body jolts but I can’t go far.
“Not so funny now, is it?” Marcel says, slowly rolling whatever toy of torture he brought with him over me.
“Where did you…whose is that?” I squirm, trying to see what he’s using.
He flicks the vibrator off. “It’s yours. You left it at the house. Whole way up here, I was planning how I wanted to use it on you. Never expected you’d ask if I’d been banging bunnies while I was downstate.”
“I’m—”
He flicks the vibrator on again, drowning out my apology. Every time, just as I’m close to release, he stops. I try to be sneaky and not make a peep. But he just knows when I’m close.
“You’re so beautiful spread out like this.” He brushes his fingers over my stomach. “It almost hurts to look at you.”
His hot mouth comes closer. My breathing stops as he slowly licks my clit, then sucks. I spread my legs wider, begging him to devour me. Wishing I wasn’t tied down but loving it at the same time.
He slides one of his hands up and pinches my hard nipple. I arch my back and moan.
I’m panting and trembling all over, pushing up against the edge again. Maybe this time he’ll—
He stops.
I jerk my hips and cry in frustration.
“Aw, what’s wrong, Sunshine?” He rounds the desk again, wagging the vibrator in his hand. My desperate eyes follow his every move.
“Does this hurt?” He traces his fingers over my arms.
“No.”
“Good.” He unzips his fly and frees himself.
I lick my lips.
“You’ve got the idea,” he encourages. The head of his cock nudges my mouth and I open wide, sucking enthusiastically.
He groans and watches me intently. “Good girl.”
The angle’s awkward. Uncomfortable but not painful. He seems to understand and cradles my head with one hand, taking the pressure off my neck.
With his other hand, he flicks on the vibrator, leans over me, and slides it between my legs.
“Keep sucking. Don’t you dare stop,” he warns.
I moan and cry around his huge cock as he slides the vibrator back and forth over my clit. The setting is too low to do anything other than leave me anticipating more, more, more.
I deep throat him with enthusiasm, the odd angle making it somehow easier to take more of him into my mouth.
He pushes the vibrator inside me and I gasp, choking on him.
“Easy.” He pulls back. “You like that?”
My hips rock up to meet the vibrator.
He clicks it off.
I whine and thrash on the desk.
Breathing hard, he pulls out of my mouth and flashes that evil smile again. “Aw, were you close, Sunshine?”
“Yes!” I wiggle my hips, trying to find relief.
He leans over me and flattens his palm, lightly smacking right over my clit.
“Oh my God!” My body twitches.
He returns to the other side and pushes his cock deep inside me.
“Yes.” I wrap my legs around him, trying to draw him closer. Out of my mind with the need for release, I circle my hips, trying to meet every one of his thrusts.
He flicks the vibrator on again, pressing it to my clit.
“Oh. More.”
“Nope.” He flicks it off. “That’s all you get.”
He repeats the same exquisite torture several times.
My orgasm flutters closer. I bite my bottom lip and slow my movements, circling my hips in exaggerated motions. Waves of bliss pulse down on me.
“I’m—”
“Go ahead, Sunshine.” He clutches my hip but doesn’t interrupt my flow. “You earned it.”
I want to respond but I’m too busy having an out-of-body experience. Every nerve ending sings with pleasure. He drags his hand to my stomach and up over my ribs. I roll my hips faster, dizzy with anticipation. So close. He strokes his thumb against my collarbones. I tilt my head to the side.
“Is that what you want?” he rasps.
Pleasure coils tighter through me. “So close.”
He grips my throat, gently squeezing. Colors burst behind my eyes as I’m finally, blissfully thrown over the edge. I wrap my hands around his powerful forearm and grind against him harder.
“That’s my girl,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “Don’t you ever think I’d let someone else ride my cock.”
“Mine,” I whisper.
“That’s right, Sunshine,” he rasps. “Come for me.”
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. The orgasm hits me like an explosion. Waves and waves wash over me.
“Thank you,” I chant again and again.
He groans but I’m barely aware of his release. The pleasure stretches into something timeless I can’t quite grasp as it goes on and on.
Marcel quickly unties me. Tingles race into my limbs as he frees me from the ruined blouse and cradles me in his arms. He sits back in the chair, holding me secure.
He studies my neck, kissing every couple inches.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
“Nothing.” He drops a kiss in an extra-ticklish spot, and my shoulders jerk. “I don’t want to leave any marks on you.”
Always so rough but gentle. “No? You don’t want everyone to know I belong to you?”
“I have better ways to brand you than bruises, Sunshine.” He runs his hands over my arms. “Do they hurt? I shouldn’t have left you tied at that angle for so long.”
I open and close my hands a few times. “I’m fine. A little lightheaded from the supernova orgasm.”
He rumbles with laughter. “Supernova? I like that. I’m going to make you wait more often.”
“I wanted to kill you and fuck you senseless every time you cut me off.” I snuggle against him. We’re a naked heap in my office, sweaty and breathing hard.