Page 4 of His Secret Toy
My eyes widen as I take in his upturned lips and narrowed eyes. They hold a gleam of something sinister, and I can’t tell if it is irritation or arousal.
His intensity feels ready to swallow me whole. "You're here," I stammer like an idiot.
Roman chuckles. "At last. Just as you’ve wanted, isn’t it?" His nostrils flare, almost as though trying to draw the scent of the room in deeper.
I shake my head, trying to inch away, my bare ass dragging against the desk, but he steps closer, eyes trailing down over my body. My wet skin and shaking thighs. My skirt is still ruffled, and I try to push it down.
He shifts his attention lower, to the trail of slickness on his desk, dripping from me onto the polished wood. “How dare you make such a mess? Can you bear the consequences of it?”
My body is shaking as he corners me. “Sir, please-” I lift my hands as I continue to stammer, “I am so sorry. I can’t even begin to-”
Roman’s hands shoot out, and I gasp sharply, his rough touch vibrating through my body as he slides one hand around to the nape of my neck and squeezes, his fingers curling around my throat.
“You think apologizing would fix anything, you horny little thing? Do you not realize the gravity of what you’ve been doing?” I let out another gasp, giving voice to my startled breaths as he leans in. My body is gingerly painted against his as I’m unable to move.
His hand on my throat slowly shifts until he grips my chin, his touch tender but strong. His thumb slips to my mouth and softly grazes my lips.
My eyes are wide, lips quivering from the intensity of the moment. I know it should not, yet my exposed pussy pulses from sheer arousal at Roman's attention.
As though he could sense it, he possesses my hands and drags them in between my thighs. My breath catches as I feel his skin under my skirt.
I look down.
“Leave it there,” he commands. “I want to watch you.”
I don’t move.
“You want to stop?” he asks.
I hesitate. I’m trembling. I don’t know what to do.
His grip returns to my neck. “Never make me repeat myself. I’m going to watch you. Now, fuck yourself until you come.”
That’s all I need. I keep my eyes locked with his as I immediately begin violently shoving fingers into my hole once again.
I watch as his breathing grows heavier. My eyes escape for a moment to find an outline of his member, larger than expected.
I gasp. He’s turned on by me, and that’s all I need. I shake violently as I comes with his hand holding my neck hostage.
There is silence in the office as my whimpering and orgasm subsides.
“Well done.” He speaks at last. “That was fast. You truly wanted to be caught.”
“I—I didn’t,” I whisper.
He scoffs. “Never lie to me. Somewhere in that dirty little brain of yours, you craved this.”
His fingers slide from my neck to my jaw. He tilts my head just enough.
“I should report you. Should fire you, blacklist you from every job in the city.”
I nod, defeated. He doesn’t pull away.
“But instead... I’m giving you an option.”
His hand moves down, slow, over the line of my chest, brushing the edge of my bra. He doesn’t touch bare skin. He doesn’t have to. Yet, my nipples harden even more.
“You’ve been giving yourself lessons,” he says, tilting his head, voice darker now. “It’s sloppy. Incomplete.”
