Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 105089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 525(@200wpm)___ 420(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Pressing her legs apart, he put her feet down on the desk as he moved his chair closer. His lips pressed along the inside of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her pussy.
She couldn’t stand it. She let out an urgent noise of need.
“Please. Oh, please.”
Smack!
This time, his hand landed on her pussy. Shit! It hadn’t been too hard, and it hadn’t actually hurt. But she’d definitely felt it. Her panting grew harsher, faster.
“You weren’t given permission to talk, Kitten,” he warned her. “Say anything else, and I’ll have to gag you.”
Okay, she’d be quiet.
She hated the gag. He’d only made her wear it once, which was just as well. She thought it might also have to go missing, along with her paddle.
“That’s a good girl. Shh. Let me make things all better.” He parted her pussy lips, staring down at her. “You are wet, aren’t you? You want this so badly. Poor Kitten.”
Would he take pity on her? Let her come while he ate her out?
“Remember, you’re not allowed to come,” he warned. “And if you do, then I’ll edge you for the rest of the afternoon.”
Well. Hell.
He ran a finger along her lips, then pushed it slowly inside her.
She bit her lip to stop herself from making any noises. She clenched down around him, and he groaned in pleasure.
“Fuck. I want to fuck you so bad.”
Then do it.
Please, please.
He added another finger, curling them inside her to rub that spot he knew drove her insane.
She stuffed her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out loud.
“Good. You’re doing so well.” He slid his fingers free and she whimpered.
She stared at him as he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.
Oh, hell.
“Deliciosa,” he murmured. “But not quite the same as taking it directly from you.” Bending down, he parted her lips again and ran his tongue over them, drinking her in.
Think about something else.
Do not come.
She didn’t want to be edged for the rest of the day. She didn’t think she could stand it. He licked at her delicately.
His tongue thrust into her passage, his thumb rubbing her clit.
Killing. Her.
Just as she was about to come, he drew back and she was able to take a deep breath. Her entire body was as tight as a string on a guitar, getting tighter and tighter until she was close to snapping!
His phone rang just as he dropped his mouth to her pussy once more. He groaned. “Fuck.”
He didn’t make a move for it.
“Aren’t you going to answer it, Sir?”
“Were you given permission to speak, Kitten?” he asked in a low voice.
Well. Hell.
“Meow. You heard nothing. Meow.”
He shook his head at her as his phone stopped ringing. “Are you trying to hypnotize me with Kitten-speak?”
“Meow. Cannot say. Meow. Not allowed to speak. Meow.”
“You’re trouble,” he told her, shaking his head.
His phone started ringing again. With a sigh, he reached for it. “Stay where you are, Kitten.”
As he talked on the phone, he played with her pussy, running his fingers up and down it. Then he drove his finger in and out.
This was so mean. How could he concentrate on his conversation while he was torturing her?
Shoot. She should have taken the opportunity to climb between his legs and suck him off. It was so much better when she was the one torturing him with pleasure.
Her breathing grew rapid. She couldn’t hear what he was saying because she was too busy concentrating on not falling apart.
Finally, he eased back, just toying lightly with her clit. It wasn’t enough to send her flying, but it kept her on the edge, where her need was so sharp that it felt like it could cut.
Suddenly, he stood, looming over her. Shock had her blinking. “What happened to your call?”
“Finished. Didn’t you hear me end it?”
“No. I was too busy having unsexy thoughts.”
“Hmm? Bernard in a baby doll nightgown?”
“How did you guess?” She grinned up at him.
“Oh, no clue,” he murmured. “Now, what am I going to do with you, Kitten?”
“I’m hoping you’re going to fuck me.”
“I am,” he told her.
Thank God.
“But only after you show me how you made yourself come.”
“Nooo,” she groaned. She’d hoped he’d forgotten that. “Haven’t I earned an orgasm, Sir?”
“Si,” he replied.
Oh, thank fuck.
“And you have to give it to yourself.”
“Here? I can’t do it here. I wasn’t on your desk when I made myself come.”
“I’d hope not. Although the thought of it does turn me on.”
“Radishes would turn you on,” she muttered.
He threw his head back and laughed. She grinned, practically wriggling in happiness. It wasn’t often that he laughed like that. With all of himself.
“A radish? I can assure you the only way a radish would make me hard was if you were dressed up as one.”
“That would be a weird dress-up costume.”
“You’d make a sexy little radish,” he murmured. “Maybe I should call you my Little Radish instead of mi Pequeña.”