Page 81 of Serena
“Where’s what, baby?”
“The camera.” He chuckles, and it pushes my buttons. Fine. I move around my office and stand facing the bookshelf. There are a lot of things on it, so the camera must be there.
“Ian, when will you be back?”
“Soon, I promise. Why do you ask?”
“My cunt has been very needy.” I pout so the camera can see me.
“Shit.” I hear him fumble. “You drove me crazy last night.”
I sway my body. Teasing. “Really?”
“Of course, it was so fucking hot. I stroked my cock all night to the recording of you undressing yourself. I’m still going to punish you.”
“If I let you,” I tease.
“Oh, Serena, you’ll let me.”
What an arrogant asshole. I lean on my desk, my body facing the bookshelf. Wherever the camera is, it’s getting a full view of the show I’m going to put on. I hold the phone in one hand while the other moves to my breast. I caress myself. My skin is hot. I quickly pull the dress over my head and pinch my nipples, wishing it were the nipple clamps. Fuck, I love the feel of the clamps on my skin. I moan into the phone, and I’m rewarded with his heavy breathing. I can hear people in the background, but I don’t care, so I continue. I’m not wearing any panties because I was hoping Ian would be back. I wanted to make things easy for him. I spread my legs open. “Fuck” is the only response from him. I lower my hand to my pussy and push a finger in. I moan. Then bring my finger to my mouth and lick it clean. I grab the yellow highlighter and bring it to the entrance of my pussy.
“Don’t you dare,” is all I hear through my haze of need. I position it at the entrance of my pussy and shove it in. I bite my lip, holding in my moan.
“Ian,” I whimper.
“What, baby?” His voice is hoarse. I’m pumping it in and out.
“I need to…” I don’t finish what I’m going to say. I come all over my hand and the office supply I have buried inside me. I look at the bookcase and smile.
“I have to go back to the meeting. Thanks for calling.” I don’t give him the opportunity to speak. I put the highlighter in a tissue and discard it before getting dressed again and blowing a kiss into the air. I can’t believe I fucked myself with a highlighter. Well, then again, I’ve been fucked by smaller things.
There’s nothing like having an orgasm during my lunch break. Usually, it’s Ian doing it, but today I treated myself. It’s already late afternoon, and this meeting is nowhere close to being done. The project deadline is tomorrow, so I’m here until I need to be. The conference door slams open, and Ian is standing there looking like a god. Dark-green eyes and disheveled hair that I can’t wait to run my hands through.
He looks around the room. “Everyone is free to go.”
Like hell they are. He can’t just come in and bark orders. I turn to my team. “No, everyone stays.” I turn to Ian. “We still have a lot of work to do, Mr. Kayde.” I see his eye twitch. “This is my team,” I remind him. I can see him grinding his teeth. “If you would like to discuss something, we can do it tomorrow.” I return to the task at hand. He doesn’t leave; he takes a seat and watches me work. After a while, I assign him a task. My team is exhausted, so some assistance would speed things up. Other than stolen touches, he restrains himself. We finally finish, and everyone but Ian and I leave.
I look at him. “Thanks for your help. The team has been working hard. I want them to enjoy the party without having to worry about work.”
“You’re welcome.”
I move to the conference room door and lock it. “You know, last night I was talking to your sister, and she told me how Miles hacked into her socials, which included her dating app. I started to think. I remember when I had a dating app, how shitty my matches were.” I move to face him. “Like super shitty. Then last night, I tried to access the app, but I couldn’t. Actually, Icouldn't download ANY dating apps. It wasn't hard to put two and two together.” I push him onto a chair. He’s watching my every move. “Last night I did that to teach you a lesson. It was the same thing earlier today. Then I thought about it.” He looks puzzled. “I didn’t do it for you. I did it forme.” I get down on my knees. “I did it because I felt sexy.” I unbuckle his belt. “I did it because I feel seen.” I unzip his pants. “I did it because you make me feel alive.” I pull his cock out of his pants. Precum dripping down. My mouth waters. I look Ian in the eyes. “I would never have been able to feel like that with anyone but you.” His breathing is shallow. “Now let me show you how thankful I am.” I lick him from base to tip. Sucking on his crown like a lollipop. He tips his head back and lets out a loud moan. Then I take him. All of him. I take both his hands and place them on the top of my head. Giving him permission to fuck my mouth. He does. His cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust.
“I love fucking this smart mouth of yours.” Tears stream down my face, and I gag on his cock. My moans cause my throat to vibrate, encouraging him to give me more. I groan in approval. He’s so big, my jaw is aching, but I want more.
“Take everything I give you. Swallow every single drop.” He comes hard, pumping me full of him. I swallow every single drop. Then I lick him clean. This is what I needed. To feel in control. He might have thought he was in control, but the moment he walked through those doors, it was all me.
I look up at him. “You know, there is a pretty view from my window. How about we put on a show?” I tease. I’m on a high.
“Fucking hell, baby. You know I came here ready to punish you, right? You willingly showed another man what’s mine.”
“I know. Would fucking me against my office window and putting on a show help?” I see his cock get hard again. “So, that’s a yes?”
He helps me to my feet, and we may make our way to my office. We enter, and a smell permeates the space. Flowers. I look at my desk and see a bouquet of carnations with a small envelope. I look at Ian. I know they aren’t from him. He knows I prefer roses. We look around and find the office empty. Ian approaches the flowers and picks up the card. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach. He opens it, and the color drains from his face.
“What is it?”
“Serena.”
