Room 452

Fuckface: I’m on a call. Patience woman.

I smirk at my phone, and then I grab my purse and pull out my travel size lotion. I laugh to myself before I even go over to his office. I casually open the door while he talks on the phone. His eyes narrow at me suspiciously.

I set the lotion and a box of tissues on the end of his desk and wink at him. Then I turn and leave before he finishes his call. I grab my phone back off my desk.

Me: I want you to moan my name.

Fuckface: You’re so fucking dirty.

Me: Your hands should be occupied. Phone in one. Cock in the other. Stop texting me.

Fuckface: Why don’t you come over here and watch in person.

Me: Can’t. I’m already touching myself.

Fuckface: Fuck.

My phone goes quiet for a while, so I turn back to my computer and start working again. I hear my phone ping, so I pick it up and read the message.

Fuckface: I’m copied in on the email you just sent. You’re not even fucking touching yourself. Fucking lying to me about shit. You’re going to pay for that.

I laugh. Whoops. Shouldn’t have replied all.

Me: I’ll touch myself once you send me that video.

Fuckface: How am I supposed to make the video now that I know you’re just over there working instead of thinking about me?

Me: I am good at multitasking.

Fuckface: Bullshit.

I laugh again. This stubborn motherfucker. I hike my skirt up on both sides and point my camera showing my fingers sliding into my panties, and then I hit send.

The phone goes quiet again for a little bit, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s actually jacking off or because he got distracted. Either way, I go back to working again.

Suddenly, there’s a pounding on my office door, followed by Sawyer’s voice. “Open the door, Blake.”

Oh fuck. I know that voice.

I walk over to the door and slowly pull it open. Sawyer smirks back at me and then pushes us both back inside and locks the door behind him. I protest. “Hey! Where’s my video?”

He barely lets me finish before he captures my mouth with his. I moan as he walks me backward toward my desk and then lifts me up on top of it. “It’s right here.” He says as he hands over his phone and kisses down my neck and chest.

“I think you are missing the point. You were supposed to stay in your office.” I moan as he bites down on my nipple.

He falls down to his knees in front of me. “I wanted to taste you while you watched.” His voice rumbles.

I swear liquid pools out of me. I grip his shoulders hard, and he nods his head toward the phone. I glance at it, but then he starts pulling my panties down, and I look back down at him. He shakes his head at me. “No looking down here. You wanted your video, so fucking watch your video.”

He runs his tongue up my thigh and then nibbles on my folds. I hiss and my head falls back.

“Watch. Your. Fucking. Video.” He grits out.

I take a deep breath, and then I press play. It starts just showing him walking over to his office door and then locking it. He spreads me apart with his tongue, and I look back down and grab his hair.

He pulls back. His voice sounds upset even though I know he’s not. “I’m going to stop every time you look down here. I went through a lot of trouble making this movie for you, and I expect you to enjoy it.”

I gasp as he sucks me back into his mouth. My eyes move back over to the phone. The video shows him as he leans back in his chair and ever so slowly undoes his pants. “This is torture.” I pant.