yeah, he’s hard, and no doubt will have marks on his cock to prove it.
I undid the zipper at the back of my skirt and let it fall to my feet, revealing tiny black panties, also lace, and hold-up stockings. Teamed with my black heels, I knew the outfit would be ticking all the boxes for what heated his blood.
‘It’s been a while,’ I said, stepping away from the skirt.
‘Yes, Mistress. I’ve missed you.’ He turned his head to follow me as I moved around his desk.
‘Have you?’
‘Yes, a lot.’
‘Then you should make sure we’re not interrupted. We have lost time to make up.’
‘I already have. I spoke to security, told them I’d be working until late and I’m not to be disturbed under any circumstances.’ He spun his chair to face me.
His legs were spread wide, so I stepped between them.
‘Good boy.’ I hooked my finger beneath his chin and urged him to look up at me.
Damn those eyes. I could get lost in them, drown in them, have them the first thing I saw each morning and the last thing at night for the rest of my life.
I set my mouth over his and probed my tongue between his lips. It was a hard, fast kiss that I had complete control over.
He whimpered, a soft breathy sound that warmed my core.
‘You’re mine now,’ I said against his lips.
‘Yes, Mistress. I’m always yours.’
‘And I can do what I want with you?’ I straightened and placed my hands on my hips, pushed out my chest.
‘Anything. You can do anything. I’m here to please you.’ He nodded and curled his fingers over the arms of his chair. ‘I am here for you.’
His attention roamed my body; he was clearly enjoying the effect the corset had on my figure.
‘You have too much on,’ I said. ‘Stand.’
He did as instructed and loomed over me. Damn it, even when I was wearing my heels Damian made me feel tiny.
He wore a white cravat. I unhooked it from the nape of his neck and held it between us for a moment before tossing it to the table. It was a flippant gesture, one that told him he was no longer the one in power, his status had gone while we were together like this.
He pressed his lips together, and his nostrils flared.
What the hell is he thinking?
I wished I could get into his mind. Swim around in all those clever brain cells. Find out how he really felt about me.
‘Much as this is sexy,’ I said, sliding my hands over his robe and feeling the hard muscles of his chest beneath it, ‘it’s not suitable for what I have in mind.’
‘Yes, Mistress.’
‘Remove it.’
He fisted it between his shoulders and then dragged it over his head, the quiet swoosh of material loud in our secluded bubble of desire.
The robe hung in his hand for a moment, and then he gave a flick of his wrist and it landed on a straight-backed chair sitting against the wall.
Good, we were getting somewhere. I bit my bottom lip and stepped close, breathing in the warm air that radiated from him. Infused with faded cologne, it seeped into my lungs, and I imagined it coursing around my body, lining my arteries, veins and capillaries with Damian, with everything that he was to me.
‘Keep still,’ I said, reaching for his top button.
Slowly, so slowly, I set it free, and then started on the next one, and then the next.
He was breathing hard; his arms hung at his sides, but his fists were clenched, his shoulders rigid.
‘Relax,’ I said as I tugged the now-open shirt from his waistband. ‘It’s all going to be OK in a moment.’
‘I’m so hard, Mistress.’
‘I know.’ I cupped his groin, feeling the device there. As always, a shot of delight went through me that he’d obeyed, that he’d been in chastity since instructed seven days ago. I didn’t need to worry about what my sexy sub had been up to since then, because he couldn’t get up to anything. ‘And it’s uncomfortable now, isn’t it?’
‘Yes.’ He went to lift his arm but appeared to think better of it and dropped it to his side again.
‘Not long now,’ I said, pulling his shirt from his arms and dropping it on the desk.
God, I loved his chest – wide and coated in dark hair that matched that on his head. His nipples were small and tight, his pecs square and defined.
Unable to resist, I leaned forward and took his left nipple in my mouth. I licked it, sucked it, and then gave a sharp nip.
‘Ahh…’ He shifted a little but didn’t move away.
I looked up at him and grinned as I stroked the pain away with the tips of my fingers.
His eyes were a little glazed now, as though the weight of the world was lifting from his shoulders and all he thought of was me and what I was doing to him.
The belt he wore had a thick silver buckle. I released it and then set to work on his fly.
He moaned, a rumbling sound that started in his chest and vibrated upwards. If the anticipatory prelude to sex had to be described as a noise, that guttural groan would be it.
I carefully pushed his suit trousers to his thighs, taking the time to stroke his buttocks and the sides of his hips.
‘Shoes,’ I said, nodding downwards.
He toed off his shoes and then bent and removed his socks. His trousers slipped further, and he kicked them aside.
‘Shall we let the beast loose?’ I asked.
‘Yes, Mistress.’ He nodded.
I smiled. What was the point in waiting any longer? We’d waited long enough.
I turned and sashayed to the table to retrieve the key from my jacket pocket. ‘Lose the boxers, sub,’ I threw over my shoulder.
After retrieving the key, I turned with it held high.
I caught my breath; the sight of Damian naked except for the glistening silver chastity around his penis was like a shove in the chest. It got me every time, the beauty of him, not just on the outside but on the inside too. How he was so eager to obey, please me, wear ‘that’ while at work.
He’s the one.
Through pursed lips, I blew out a breath and then
