Page 61 of He Who Sleeps

"I only have one thing to do today, and that's you." He had a wicked grin on his face and she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm going to fuck you on every available surface I can find, and when you're all nice and hot and sweaty, I'm going to fuck you up against the window and leave the print there as an art installation for everyone to see."

Shivering in his lap, she squirmed slightly. “So today’s agenda is orgasms? You want brekky first? I got donuts and bagels,” she quipped and ran her hands down his chest. Finn was dressed for work in black pin-striped slacks, wing-tipped shoes, black shirt and grey tie, but his sleeves were already rolled up, something she had only seen on their weekends.

"I find it's always a good idea to start the day with a healthy shot of protein," he teased, boosting her up onto Lorne's desk.

She arched a brow at him and leaned back. Gods, the look in his eye was savage and naughty and she was going to ruin Lorne’s desk blotter just looking at him. She was counting her lucky stars she decided to wear thigh-highs instead of hose then, because she knew how interested Finn was in lingerie...though this wasn’t latex, he would have to make do.

She was also thanking her stars she didn’t wear a pencil skirt today, opting for a knee-length black Peter Pan collared cotton dress with a more flirty skirt. Her shoes were black five-inch bootie style with large organza bows lacing them up. She had felt adorable and secretly sexy because of the thigh highs, and now, her naughty Finn was going to reap the benefits.

"What have we here?" he murmured, flipping her skirt up over her thighs. "It's almost like you came prepared." He traced a finger down the inside of her thigh where the seam of her thigh-highs met her soft flesh, tickling with his light touch, and she laughed. "And lace...my, my. I do fucking love lace."

He loosened his tie and then paused, thinking better of it, before taking it off altogether and asking for her hands. He bound her wrists together, the silk pressing into her skin, and then gave her a dark look. "Those will stay over your head, or there'll be a spanking that will leave you sore for a week. Am I understood?"

She nodded. “Yes, Sir,” her breathy answer belying how turned on she was. She wanted to be his good girl so much, though a vicious spanking from her sexy Devil was not really a deterrent. “I woke up wanting to feel sexy. That’s why the thigh-highs...”

"You're always sexy," he replied bluntly, fingers roaming across the small expanse of black lace that was the only thing separating him from the slick wetness of her need. "I think I might keep these. They're pretty."

“Bra is pretty, too,” she said, her breath hitching. “I love the feel of lace...almost as much as latex.” She winked at him. “Though lace is more forgiving and feels naughty on the skin.”

"I'm gonna dress you in everything," he promised her. "And then I'm going to have the best time peeling you out of it. But for now..." He curled his fingers under the lace and dragged it down her thighs, rolling his chair back to get them all the way off, before tucking them in his pocket for later. "For now, I just want my breakfast."

“What...oh!” she gasped as he pulled her forward, gripping her hips, dragging her to the edge of the desk, causing her to lie back. She threw her arms over her head like he asked and arched. Fuck... Finn and that wicked mouth...

He took his time, exploring her with the finesse of a classical musician, teasing notes from her throat that she didn't know she was capable of. The languid strokes of his tongue were at once both tender and merciless, allowing her no escape from the pleasure, either over the precipice or back from it. The man was a fucking maestro with that tongue. And he was in it for the long haul.

“Please... Please, Finn...” she whined. “It’s so fucking good...” She gasped again and arched, needing more from him. Gods, he was a goddamn magician, his mouth weaving a spell she loved. If she had her way he would live between her thighs. Man both kissed and fucked like the devil. Her Devil.

He ignored her, taking his sweet time, before finally adding fingers to the mix, sliding two of them deep inside her while his mouth focused on her clit.

“Finn!” she screamed as the orgasm tore through her, making her shake and shiver. “Fuck yes, yes, yes!” Her body clamped down hard on his fingers, pulsing and throbbing. It was good but she needed more of him. “So...fucking good...” she panted.

"That," he said, leaning back and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, "was just the first of many. How do you feel about breakfast now?"

She giggled and moaned. “I love when you have breakfast,” she said and wiggled slightly. “Your mouth is a lethal weapon, Finn...”

"I'd better not have fucking killed you with it," he said. "Who else am I going to eat donuts with?"

“Leo?” She giggled and sat up, offering him her arms and the tie. “And bagels...don’t forget bagels.”

"Do you see Leo here right now?" he demanded. "It's just us. All day."

And she was grateful for that. She hopped off the desk and then laughed. “We are going to have to buy Lorne a new blotter,” she said, and then looked at him. “You did that...well, I did that but it was your fault.” She grinned and tottered over to the boxes and grabbed the donuts, bringing them back to her lover. “What’s your favorite? Glazed, chocolate? Boston crème? Jelly? Cruller?”

"You bought all of those and bagels?" He blinked up at her. "I know Lorne doesn't pay you enough to be feeding the whole crew like this."

She shrugged. “Dozen donuts and a dozen bagels. I do it on occasion, when I’m feeling saucy,” she offered. “I did think everyone would be here...and honestly if they were there would be like three left total. There’s also a carafe of coffee because Lorne’s idea of coffee is sludge.”

"I do like a girl that comes prepared," he chuckled. "Do you need a protein shot, or do you just want to dig in with the rest?"

She smiled and stood in front of him once more, then sank to her knees. “You know damn well my favorite thing is worship and tribute.” She bit her bottom lip and reached for his belt, already seeing his erection pushing against the thin suit material.

"I don't know...you seemed pretty into the donuts just now," he teased.

Her smile grew as she caressed him through his pants, and looked up at him. “You going to come down my throat?”

"I'm going to come everywhere you'll let me," he said. "But for now, yes, your throat will do."

“You know I’m your little cumslut, Finn.” Pulling the zipper down, she freed him and gave him a sweet lick, then swallowed him down, slowly, her tongue petting him as she did.

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