Judge (Breeding #5)(7)
I grab a couple of tissues off my desk and clean myself up, all the while keeping my eyes on her. “Put your fucking legs down,” I growl, mad at myself and mad at her for having such treasure between her thighs.
She hesitates before she lowers her dress and puts her legs together. I think it’s then she realizes she wasn’t trying to cover herself when I was jerking off but holding it higher and higher with every stroke.
“Now,” I say as I tuck my cock back into my slacks. All that work for zero relief. “Let’s work out the terms of you staying with me.”
Chapter Three
Nora
I clench my thighs together trying to listen to what he’s saying, but all I can focus on is the throb between my legs. It’s the sweetest pain I’ve ever known. I want to touch myself so badly, but I fight it.
“Are you listening to me, kitten?” Smith’s hard words jolt me back to him.
I lick my dry lips from all the panting I was doing. His face is stern and he’s concentrating. The glimpse of pleasure I saw on his face when he came is gone. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I want to watch it again. I want to make him to do that again because of what he sees when he looks at me.
I nod so he knows I’m listening, but really my mind is trying to play catch up on the last hour of my life. What the hell is happening?
“I don’t think you are.” He gets up and looks down at me. “Stay,” he commands as he marches from his office. I don’t turn to look when I hear his door slam, but I know he’s gone. The power that surrounds him leaves the room with him.
Before I can think about what I’m doing, I slip my hand between my thighs, needing my own release. I tell myself I have to do this or I won’t be able to focus or think straight. I’ve tried to touch myself before. I’ve thought about what it would be like to have a boy touch me while I did it, but I could never get there or even close. I couldn’t even get myself wet, but now my thighs are coated with need, showing me I wanted everything he did.
Maybe that’s the problem. I’ve been thinking about soft caresses. Not a dominant force taking what they wanted. Smith didn’t take anything from me. He stepped away from me and pleasured himself as I watched. It makes me wonder what it would feel like if I got to wrap my small hand around him or even my mouth as he’d said in the car. His crude comments took me by surprise. My whole body tingled at his words.
I close my eyes and this time I think about what he would’ve done if he took my hand and put it around his cock. I conjure an image in my mind of him grabbing my wrist and guiding me up and down. His deep voice commanding that I get him off exactly how he wants me to.
My fingers brush my soaked clit and my whole body jerks at the light touch. I’m so ready for release that I choke out a moan, trying desperately to remain silent. My mind goes to him grabbing me by my wet hair and forcing me forward. I can see his other hand on my jaw making my mouth open wide as he thrusts into it and I taste him.
I cum as the fantasy plays out and my eyes close tighter. As my first orgasm rolls through my body I’m shocked at the pleasure. It’s unlike anything I knew existed in this world and it takes a hold of me.
Something clicks around my ankle and my wave of warmth is cut short. My eyes fly open and all I see is Smith. His eyes are fixed between my legs as I pull my hand from my pussy. I hadn’t heard him come back in and I can’t believe I just did that in his office. I’m out of control.
He grabs my wrist to stop me as he stares at my glistening fingers. I stay frozen.
How do I keep getting caught in these positions? It’s almost as if I want to get caught. I knew he came to the gym earlier than everyone else. I knew he’d be back in his office in moments, but still I’d pushed that line. Heck, I think maybe I marched right over it. Maybe I really do need a guardian at eighteen to oversee me. I’m either too na?ve or too risky—I don’t have a middle ground.
He pulls my hand towards his mouth and I slide in the chair towards him. His mouth closes around my fingers and sucks on them. I can feel the warm, wet heat of his tongue as he goes between them. His eyes close as a sound vibrates from him. I moan, watching him, and as fast as I made the ache go away, it’s back. I need to orgasm all over again. Only this time I want that suck between my legs. My throbbing clit is making itself known and it’s out of hibernation.
He opens his eyes and they lock with mine when I moan. He looks so angry that I jerk back because I don’t know what else to do. He lets go of my wrist as I slide back into the chair. He towers over me before leaning down and resting his hands on the arms of the chair.
“You’re asking for it.” I don’t respond because I’m not sure if he’s right or not. He sucks in a breath and I swear I think he’s breathing me in. “You’re lucky I got to see you cum or I’d have you over my desk.”
My mouth falls open and he pushes away as he goes to the other side of his desk. How do I want to get away from him but also hate the distance he put between us just now?
It’s then I realize there’s something around my ankle. I look down to see an ankle cuff and it knocks me back to reality. My head snaps up and I glare at him. He has a small satisfied smirk on his face and all it does is make my blood boil.