Skye’s POV
My legs could barely carry me the five feet from my cubicle to his office door.
I stood there for a moment‚ my hand hovering over the handle‚ my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.
Every instinct in my body was at war with itself‚ telling me to run.
But I took a breath that did absolutely nothing to calm me down and pushed the door open.
He was standing by the window with his back to me‚ his hands in his pockets‚ his shoulders rising and falling with the kind of slow‚ controlled breathing that told me he was working very hard to keep something leashed.
He didn’t turn around when I walked in.
I closed the door behind me with a soft click that sounded deafening in the silence‚ and I stood there with my back pressed against it because my legs genuinely could not carry me any further into this room.
“Come closer‚” he said without turning around‚ and his voice was low and rough like gravel being dragged across stone.
I forced my feet to move.
One step.
Two steps.
Three.
I stopped in the middle of the room‚ about six feet away from him‚ my hands clasped together in front of me to hide the trembling.
Then he turned around.
His eyes hit me like a physical force‚ ice blue and blazing with something so intense that my breath caught in my throat and refused to come back out.
His gaze traveled down my body slowly‚ deliberately‚ starting at my face and moving to my neck‚ my chest‚ my waist‚ my hips‚ my thighs‚ all the way down to my feet and then back up again.
“You’ve been touching yourself‚” He said.
My entire body went rigid.
Heat exploded across my face and chest and spread downward so fast that I felt dizzy.
I opened my mouth to say something‚ an excuse‚ a denial‚ anything‚ but nothing came out because what was I supposed to say?
“Thorne‚ I can explain—”
He started walking toward me.
Each step deliberate and precise‚ like a predator that knew its prey had nowhere left to run.
His eyes never left mine‚ not for a single second‚ and with every step he took‚ the air between us got thicker and hotter until I could barely breathe through it.
He stopped directly in front of me‚ so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his chest through his shirt.
“You barged into my office‚” he said quietly.
“You saw me with my hand wrapped around my cock‚ stroking myself to the scent of your panties‚ and you ran back to your little cubicle and got so wet from the thought of it that you couldn’t even wait five minutes before sliding your hand under your skirt.”
Small and desperate and absolutely humiliating‚ and I watched his eyes darken at the sound like a flame being fed oxygen.
“Tell me‚ Skye‚” he murmured‚ and he reached out with one hand and traced the line of my jaw with his fingertip.
“How should I punish you for all your sins today?
For smiling at another man in my break room.
For bursting into my office without knocking.
And now for sitting at your desk with your fingers buried between your thighs while you thought about my cock.”
My body was shaking so violently I was sure he could see it.
My pussy clenched hard at his words and I felt a fresh wave of wetness slip between my thighs‚ hot and damning and completely beyond my control.
Every word that came out of his mouth went straight between my legs like an electric current‚ and he knew it‚ I could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what his voice did to me.
“I wasn’t thinking about your—” I started‚ but even I couldn’t finish that lie with a straight face.
“Don’t‚” he said sharply‚ his finger pressing against my lips to silence me.
“Don’t ever lie to me.”
I swallowed hard against his finger‚ my lips trembling against his skin.
“Hands on the desk‚” he said.
My brain short-circuited.
“What?”
”Turn around‚ walk to my desk‚ and put your hands flat on the surface.” His voice dropped even lower‚ so deep I felt it vibrate in my chest.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
I turned around on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else and walked to his desk on autopilot.
The mahogany surface was cool and smooth under my palms when I placed my hands flat against it‚ shoulder-width apart‚ and the position bent me forward just slightly‚ just enough that I felt exposed and vulnerable and completely at his mercy.
I heard him move behind me.
Slow‚ deliberate footsteps crossing the office floor.
Then he was right there‚ standing directly behind me‚ close enough that I could feel the warmth of his body against my back but not quite touching.
Not yet.
His hand gripped the hem of my skirt.
He pulled it up slowly‚ inch by agonizing inch‚ dragging the fabric over the backs of my thighs until it was bunched around my waist and everything below was bare and exposed to the cool office air. This story is hosted at novelping(.)com.
I gasped at the sensation‚ my fingers curling against the desk‚ my head dropping forward between my arms.
“No panties‚” he said‚ and I could hear the dark satisfaction dripping from every syllable.
“Because I have them.
Right here in my pocket.
Soaked through with your scent.
And now here you are‚ bent over my desk‚ bare and dripping‚ and we haven’t even started yet.”
His hand came down on my ass without warning.
The slap wasn’t hard‚ more sound than force‚ but the shock of it ripped a gasp from my throat that echoed off the office walls.
Heat bloomed across my skin where his palm had landed‚ spreading outward in waves that went straight to my core.
My back arched involuntarily and I felt myself get wetter‚ so much wetter‚ the evidence of my arousal now slipping down the inside of my thigh in a slow‚ devastating trail.
“Oh God‚” I whimpered‚ my fingers scratching against the mahogany.
His hand slid between my thighs from behind and his fingers dragged slowly through the wetness gathered there‚ parting my folds with deliberate‚ torturous precision.
A low‚ rumbling sound came from his chest that vibrated through the air between us and settled deep in my belly.
“Look at this‚” he murmured‚ his fingers gliding through me with lazy‚ possessive strokes that made my hips rock backward into his hand against my will.
“Absolutely dripping for me.
So wet I could slide right in without any resistance at all.
This is what I do to you‚ Skye.
This is what your body knows even when your mouth tries to deny it.”
My arms were trembling so hard they could barely hold me up.
My forehead dropped to the desk surface and a moan escaped my lips that sounded nothing like me‚ desperate and needy and completely wrecked.
His fingers disappeared from between my thighs and I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt being unbuckled.
The metal clinked softly.
Then the slide of leather through belt loops.
Then a zipper being pulled down with agonizing slowness.
His hands found my hips and gripped them hard‚ pulling me back toward him‚ and I felt it.
The thick‚ hot‚ impossibly hard head of his cock pressing against my entrance from behind.