Page 26 of Borden 3

“You’re supposed to be looking at that folder.”

I resisted grinning at the lack of concentration in him. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment. He gulped hard. He shuffled the chair closer to the table, and I heard the flutter of his folder opening. I could hear the pages falling out, scattering across the desk. He was definitely not in control of himself.

He said once I could suck-start a motor with my mouth, and I wanted to remind him of that. I pumped him, even when it seemed impossible that I could bring him any deeper into my mouth. The sloppy sounds I made beneath the desk were the only sounds in the room, coupled with his heavy breaths. He tried to move his hips to get me to suck him harder. I didn’t. I wanted him to suffer, like he made me suffer at his hands when he took my pussy into his mouth.

I felt myself growing wet. I refused to touch myself. Always determined to be given pleasure by him. To let him ravage me in the way he desired after I was done with him.

A knocking on the door sounded. Borden stiffened. He kept his voice level when he barked out, “What?”

The door creaked open. Gerry’s voice cut through the air. “Hawke’s messenger is at the port.”

I sucked his tip and Borden blew out a harsh breath. “Let him pass.”

Gerry’s stunned silence was obvious. “We just let him through?”

Borden’s cock hardened impossibly as I swirled my tongue around his tip. “I will allow it this time.”

He paused. “Where’s Emma?”

“Around.”

“I didn’t see her leave, and part of our protocol is we are the brave, honourable first line of defence—”

Borden’s cock was about to burst. “Gerry?”

“Yeah, boss?”

“Kindly fuck off.”

“Yes, sir.”

I smiled around him as the door closed and Borden immediately leaned back to look down at me with heavy eyes. He gripped the back of my head, scrunched up my hair, his teeth clenched. “You almost made me cum.”

“Poor, imperious baby.”

His gaze darkened. “My little whore under that desk.”

I licked around his piercing and that was his undoing. He shoved me down, forcing me to swallow his cock as deep as I could. He came hard on a pained groan, his cum flooding down my throat in spurts.

He stood up and, as though he were possessed, he swiped everything off the desk. Panting, he demanded, “Get up, alleycat. Bend over the desk. You have exactly five seconds or else I'll have you marched out of here with that skirt hiked around your hips, your wet cunt gleaming for all eyes.”

I stood up quickly. “You would never!”

He smirked at my retort. “No, I would never, but imagine it, will you?”

He spun me around and forced me to bend over his desk. He slid my underwear down, letting it fall to the floor. Then he spread my ass and spit. I felt his saliva land down my crack. He rubbed it over my still healing hole and prodded there, murmuring, “I would want them to see you worked up. They would wonder what you taste like. I would collar you, of course, and have you leashed. I might even bind your wrists like I did recently. Your hair will be mussed up. My cum would still be dripping down your mouth. Are you imagining it?”

My eyes were shut. I was. I moaned in response as he pushed his finger into my ass. His cock throbbed at my centre. He let it hover there for a moment. “What would I do to all those fuckboys watching, Doll?”

“You would fuck me in front of them,” I whispered needily.

“Why would I do that?”

“To show them only you could touch me.”

He slid into me, and I welcomed him in. He worked me slowly, thrusting in and out of me at a slow pace as his finger pushed into my ass even further. Both of the sensations made me grip the edge of the desk as I cried out in pleasure.

“They’d be jacking off,” he murmured. “Stroking their little cocks to you bound and fucked. I like that image. Acting like desperate fucks for a taste they’ll never have. I love that you’re all mine, Emma, and that I get to touch you and have you and wreck you.”

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