Page 91 of Injustice and Absolution

When I enter, he’s sitting behind his desk shuffling through a few pieces of paper. The moment he sees me, he places them in a pile to the side and focuses his rapt attention on me.

I close and lock the door before rounding his desk. When he turns his chair to receive me, I straddle his lap and lace my arms behind his head. My pussy is already throbbing as it awaits his touch.

Barely able to hold myself back, I go in for a kiss. But Drew pulls away from me.

“Eager girl...” he teases, rubbing his nose along mine.

“Eager foryou,” I exhale, reaching between us to rub his cock over his pants.

“You have no idea how badly I want you, pretty girl,” he admits. “But there’s something else I want first.”

I lean back so I can see his face, grabbing my lip between my teeth. With an impatient, needy energy, I grip him tighter in my hand as I wait for him to tell me what he desires.

“I’ve been thinking about a fantasy of mine for a while, but I’ve been hesitant to say anything. Scared to admit it to you.”

Suddenly nervous, I stop rubbing him. His last fantasy ended with him taking me with savage possession on the stage of the club. While it wasn’t angry, it left me feeling uneasy. My hesitation makes me feel terrible because he’s never made me feel dirty or ashamed of any of my own fantasies...

Though mine are like child’s play compared to his. I’ve asked him to spank me, to work me up without letting me come. There was the time I asked him to bind my arms to his bed. Small things like that.

But I want him to be as comfortable being open with me as he’s helped me to be with him. And I suppose the strip tease he asked for previously is an average fantasy among men.

“Hey,” I place my palm on his cheek, reassuringly. “You’ve always made me feel safe enough to open up to you. I want to be your safe space too. You can tell me.”

He captures my lips again before standing and placing me on my back across his desk. Deepening the kiss, he rubs his hardened cock against my aching clit, fire licking at my tender flesh.

Too soon, he breaks our connection again.

“One of our best clients is in the champagne room. I asked him for a favor...” His stare heats, eyes hooded and thick with lust. But my body stills beneath him, fear replacing my prior need. “I want to watch you give him a lap dance.”

He licks his bottom lip and runs his cock along my core as he awaits my response.

But I have no idea what to say... What to think.

“I-I don’t understand...”

How can he angry fuck the thought of Royce with his hands cupping my cheeks out of his system but he’s almost gotten himself off on the idea of me writhing on top of another man’s lap?

“The thought of it... Of you rubbing yourself against him like this... It turns me into a crazed lunatic.”

Exactly. I don’t need him to explain it to me. I’ve seen it, and I’m in no mood for a repeat. But I can’t imagine how he could possibly fantasize over something that would make him raging mad.

Drew reaches in between us, rubbing his hand over the fabric at my center. There’s no doubt he can feel the moisture that coated the spandex a moment ago. Before he dropped this bomb on me. He reaches under the fabric’s opening at my leg then traces his way to the top of my slit.

“You’remine,Delilah... Say it.” His tongue dips down, caressing the hollow beneath my ear. His lips roam my neck, his teeth nip at my skin.

“Yes, Drew. Yours. I’m all yours. Which is why I can’t do this.”

But he’s not listening. I know what he’s doing, and I won’t allow him to use pleasure to make me do this. Like he’s done in the past when he wants me to bend to his will. I have to draw the line somewhere.

But as he toys with my clit, I can feel my arousal thickening before more of it expels past my parted lips. It drips down my slit, all the way to my ass. With his thumb still on my sensitive nerves, he reaches a finger down low and smears the moisture over my tight puckered hole.

I jerk beneath him, the light pressure to both areas working with one another to cast decadent pleasure through me.

“For me, Delilah? Please?” he begs. “I want to watch you from the cameras—like a voyeur—while you grind yourself against his leg and leave this pussy juice all over it.”

I immediately stop writhing beneath him.

“Wh-what?” I gasp, confused beyond measure. Is this a test? He can’t mean it.

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