Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Strip,” Declan commands with a deep rumble of desire.
While I take my clothes off, he sets up two stacks of books on his desk. My focus remains entirely on him because I have no idea what the hell he’s doing. There are four to five books in each stack and he attempts to make them even.
Nervousness coils in my stomach. I can’t stop watching him. As my bra hits the floor, and the chill of the air sends goosebumps down my arms, he meets my questioning gaze. “I’ve had a very long night already, my little pet, and an even longer day.” He pats the desk and tells me, “I have a meeting in a moment and I’m going to need you to lie there.”
I move to obey him without hesitation, grateful to not be bent over and bracing myself for a paddle or that damned wooden ruler and Declan stops me, gripping my chin.
“Let me put you how I want you,” he says and as he does, he drops his eyes to my lips and then kisses me sweetly before nipping my bottom lip.
He makes me lie down so my feet are propped on the edge of the desk. My spread thighs will be very close to his chair. When I lay back, he puts the stacks of books on either side of my waist and then he puts his laptop over my belly. It’s not touching me. He has the edges balanced on the books. Declan sits, adjusting the screen so it faces him.
My nipples are tight with the chill in the air as I lie here, completely bared to him and staring at the ceiling.
I haven’t the faintest idea of what he plans for me, but the moment his thumb brushes down on my clit, I gasp and my back arches from the unexpected touch.
I’m rewarded with a rough chuckle before Declan moves my thighs farther apart, adjusting them the way he adjusted his screen. “If you move, they’ll see your legs, so don’t you dare move.”
I stare up at the ceiling, completely unsure, my heart beating out of my chest. “I’ll be still,” I promise him. Is this all he plans for me?
“I want to play with you during this meeting. You’ll be quiet. You won’t move.” Biting down on my bottom lip, I keep myself from questioning him.
His thumb comes down on my clit again and I suck in a gasp as a spike of pleasure rides through my body.
“You will not make a sound once the meeting starts,” warns Declan. “You will not make a move. Understood?”
“Yes, Declan.” My body is tense and my bottom lip drops open with another wave of pleasure as he plays with me.
“Not quite a punishment, is it?” he questions.
My head falls to the side as he rubs ruthless circles over my clit. I can barely think; every effort I have goes into remaining still and quiet. “I don’t know.”
He hums a short, quiet laugh. “Yes, you do. I’m going to toy with you and get you off. Do not interpret this as a reward. I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt, Braelynn, and selfishly enjoying you as I wanted rather than denying myself.”
I nod although I then realize he can’t see me and say, “Yes, Declan.” Declan stands up to look down at me, towering over me, dominating me and appraising me. His eyes burn into mine. “Be my good girl and be quiet. It’s about to start.”
I repeat myself. “Yes, Declan.”
“That’s my good girl,” he praises me before sitting back down.
The clicks of his keyboard alerts me that his hand is busy elsewhere, leaving me wanting as I lie here helplessly.
Voices come on. I don’t recognize any of them. One man says something about alcohol sales, and another man corrects him. They go back and forth for a minute, then move on to the next topic. Declan remains silent throughout it, although his chair groans as he readjusts. It seems like a business conversation but I can’t pay attention.
Because Declan’s fingers are between my thighs. He strokes them through my slit, already slick from his prior play, pausing every now and then to toy with my clit. He tests my entrance with two thick fingers, seeing if I’m wet and then spreading my arousal up to my swollen nub that begs for his attention. My body goes hot and I struggle to stay silent.
As my release heralds its arrival, my thighs tremble. My hands fist at my side and my head thrashes. I don’t know if I can stay still. Fuck, please. Stay still.
When he brushes his fingers along my center, my foot slips. Shit—I catch it just in time. My thigh doesn’t go. My heart races and my eyes widen when his hand stops.
I wait, holding my breath, and after a moment he continues. This time, his efforts are more ruthless, his fingers curling as he enters me, stroking my front wall and bringing me closer to the edge.