Page 54 of Objection
“You are. Absolutely, adorably funny.” He booped my nose. He fuckingboopedmy nose. I seethed.
“It’s not my fault you aren’t man enough to take a taste,” I tried to maintain my bratty nature.
“Oh, I’ll have my taste and then some, Posey. Make no mistake about that.” His fingers threaded through my hair at the back of my skull and tightened until I gasped. “Stay here, and get back to work.”
With that, he released me and stalked off towards the staircase. I tried to get back to work, but honestly, he had me so riled up all I could think about was what he planned to do to me tonight. The way his hands would touch me. The way his eyes would look over my body like I was a masterpiece. The way his tongue would —
“Tsk, tsk. I thought I told you to get back to work,” he chastised, walking back into the room with something bulging in his pocket.
“I am,” I argued, rolling my eyes. He moved behind me, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“You’re going to do as told, little one. Stay on the edge of your seat. Keep that skirt up. Keep those legs spread as wide as possible. Donotclose them. Do you understand?” His hands were moving over my body, touching my arms, my curves, whatever he could touch, as lightly as possible. It almost tickled.
“Yes, Sir,” I barely breathed. His hands moved down between my legs. “Sir!”
“Sshh,” he quietly urged. His fingertips spread my lower lips open, ran lightly over my clit once, twice, three times. My head tilted back. I felt him slip something inside of me.
“What—”
“Shh. Just trust me,” he coaxed. His lips moved over my neck, and I lost myself in the sensation. “Now, get back to work.
His touch, his kiss, his presence all ended abruptly. My fingers dug into the arms of my chair as I watched him move back to his desk with a stupid smirk on his face. He wanted me to work? Fine. I would focus on my work and completely ignore —
“Fuck!” I cried out as the vibrations began inside me.
My eyes flew to him, where I saw him with his cellphone, a single finger moving over the screen while his eyes stayed on me.
“Troubles, Posey?” he teased. Oh, that fucker.
“No, Sir,” I gritted out, doing my best to not pay attention to the way my entire pussy vibrated. The vibrations increased. Subsided. Increased. Subsided. Always catching me off guard.
“How is your work coming?” he teased almost an hour later.
“Just fine, Sir,” I teased right back. In reality, the urge to cum had been tormenting me for over ten minutes.
“Oh, well, if you’re so used to the sensation, I’d better work harder.” I didn’t even have time to look at him in shock before the vibrations turned up to what felt like turbo power and my legs closed tightly against the intense sensation.
“Legs. Open. Now.” His words were no request.
“Sir,” I pleaded, my teeth clenched hard.
“You may not cum. Control yourself.”
I fought against it. Wanting to please him despite how fun it was to push him.
“Sir,” I tried again, my voice choking on a sob.
“I said no. Do not cum. Fucking control yourself.” His voice sounded closer, but I couldn’t turn my head to look. I kept my eyes focused on the little blinking cursor on my screen, one hand on my keyboard, the other on my mouse, unmoving.
I felt him right behind me.
“I can’t stop it,” I whined, feeling my orgasm teetering right on that edge.
“You better. If you don’t listen to me, you pretty little slut, I will pin your hands down, make it so you are unable to move, and whisper every single dirty thing I want to do to this delicious body into your pretty little ears until you are nothing more than a fucking puddle beneath me.”
I swear to every god in the universe, not cumming was the hardest thing I had ever done in that moment.
“How does that sound, pretty little slut?”
