Page 58 of Levi

Running his fingers through his hair, I see him fighting some internal battle before looking back up at me with almost a look of admiration. It’s unnerving yet sends sparks through my entire body like it’s the damn Fourth of July. He doesn’t say anything right away as he moves slowly around me, staying close before pressing his chest against my back.

“Can I do something for you then?” he whispers against my neck as his lips press soft kisses down my throat, his hands moving to wrap around my waist until grabbing the tape still in my lap.

My skin heats from his closeness, my body immediately awakening to the playfulness in his voice, the promise in his words, as he steps back, moving until he’s back in front of me.

Standing there, his fingers play with the roll of tape, spinning it on his finger, and he waits on me.

But what do I say? Fuck, yes? No? That’s a terrible idea?

“What do you have in mind?” I ask, my voice breathy, not at all the confident tone I hoped for, but give a girl a break. I’m doing everything I can to not seem overly eager to agree even though that’s the only thing I want to do.

“I want you to trust me,” he says quietly, his eyes focused, serious now, as he watches me take in those first few words, knowing that if Levi is using the word trust, he’s serious. “I want you to trust me…to take care of you in the best way I know how. I think I've proven I often know what you need better than you in these moments, and I want to prove that to you right now.”

“Okay,” I say, this time with a little more confidence in my tone, although my legs feel like Jell-O.

He eyes me for a moment, like he doesn’t quite believe me, before steeling his face. “Stand up and turn away from me,” he says, his quiet tone gone, replaced by his confident bossy one that gets me immediately wet and following directions like nobody’s business.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbles as his fingers brush through my hair before moving to the hem of my shirt. Within seconds, he's lifted it over my head and tossed it on the chair he was just sitting in. My eyes follow it, my brain realizing what we are doing, more specifically where we are doing it, but in that time, he has unsnapped my bra and tossed that to the side as well. “Get up on the desk and lay back.”

Doing as he says, I once again hop onto the desk and lean back, butterflies in my stomach as I wait for my next direction. I'm usually not a good listener, but for Levi, sometimes I make an exception.

“You sure you're down for anything?” Levi asks cautiously, but it doesn't make me nervous, it makes me feel safe. His eyes have softened again as he looks at me like he's waiting for me to get up and run or make him leave.

“Yes, Levi. And if I'm not, I'll ask you to stop. This isn't our first rodeo,” I tell him, wishing it was a rodeo and I could ride him until the morning.

He looks at me for a moment like he's trying to detect a lie, but he must believe me because with a quick shake of his head, he's back to serious Levi, his eyes focused as he pulls off a long piece of blue tape before folding it in half on itself.

His fingers work effortlessly with the tape, all the practice of taping hockey sticks and injuries coming in handy. Watching the tape slip between his fingers as he secures the two sides together, I look up and notice his eyes transfixed on me as he repeats the same action all over again until he's left with two strips of athletic tape.

Blindfold?

Closing my mouth? Because I can think of much hotter ways to get my to shut up than tape.

Standing up, Levi moves to grab the other chair before setting it down right at my feet. Sitting down in the chair, he leans forward, tapping my ass twice. “Up,” he growls. I listen immediately as he unbuttons my jeans, sliding them off and throwing them with the rest of my clothes.

His eyes roam my body, starting at my legs and slowly crawling their way up until he gets to my cunt, his eyes pausing as he licks his lips like a man starved at a buffet.

If he's starved, I'll gladly be that man's meal.

With a shake of his head, his eyes are back on mine, and he means business. With the tape in his hand, he grabs my leg right beneath my knee and lifts it gently until it's pressed against my chest. With his other hand he grabs my arm, bring it down against my leg.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he grabs the tape and loops it around both, bringing the pieces together and tying them, essentially immobilizing that side of my body.

Oh…I like this idea.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, watching his eyes blaze at my words.

Like a fuse was lit, Levi's moving quickly, securing my other leg and arm with the second piece of tape, securing both and leaving me spread open and completely naked.

Looking down at Levi as he sits in the chair, I see him smirking up at me as he admires his handiwork. “I could get used to this,” he says as he stares at my cunt, one hand slowly sliding up from my ankle to my knee, ever so gently pressing against my skin as he slices back up my leg until he's damn close to where I want him. “You're so fucking beautiful tied up and at my mercy, Angel. Your sweet cunt dripping for me, just begging for me to fuck you.”

“Do it,” I say, and he tsks me like a child.

“This may be your office, but right now, you are not in charge,” he tells me, leaning in to press a kiss to my inner thigh.

“Could've fooled me,” I say, doing my best to shrug, which I'm sure looked ridiculous, but none of that matter as he slides two fingers deep inside of me, a desperate moan falling from my lips way louder than I should allow while fooling around in my office at work.

“What was that, Angel? I couldn't hear you over your moans,” Levi says, grinning as he leans back in, sliding his tongue from my knee to my core, swirling it around my clit before moving back up the other side. His fingers never let up, just continuing to slide in and out of me at a slow but steady pace as he works my body closer and closer to an orgasm.

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