Office Pet

He stroked his length gently using just his fingertips, as his cock hardened. He was so thick and long. Leaning back a bit, Kane put his cock in my face and enjoyed the wide-eyed look I gave him.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, hypnotized by him. “Please fuck me. Make me yours.” Never in my life had I begged a man the way I begged him. He had me going out of my mind.

His laugh was humorless as he wrapped a hand around his shaft. “You don’t deserve to get fucked. Remember, that’s something you have to earn, and you haven’t earned that particular pleasure yet. I don’t know when you will or even if you will.”

My breath left my body in a huff and my shoulders deflated some. “What do I have you do to earn it? To prove it?”

“Please me, pleasure me, and don’t question me.”

With my eyes firmly on the slow and mesmerizing movements of his hand over the length of his cock, I asked, “What if I don’t like what you want me to do? What if I say no?”

“You can always say no to me, Reese. I’m not a monster with insane expectations. Nor am I a BDSM master. I don’t live the lifestyle, and I don’t expect you to either, but I always have my partners use a safe word. It lets both of us know your limits.”

I’d never had the opportunity to use a safe word before. Immediately one popped into my mind. “Supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus.”

Amusement filled his eyes. “I don’t think Mary Poppins would approve. Care to explain your word choice?”

“It’s not something I’m ever likely to blurt out during sex, is it? I might cry stop or no more and not mean it, but when I say supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus, we’ll both know I’ve reached my limit. Melissa and her take charge briskness made me think of it.”

He grinned, and I saw a sweet softness in his eyes. Kane’s exterior showed the world how tough he was, but beneath it all was a man with a good, kind heart. A man who would never hurt me or push me past my boundaries for the sake of his own satisfaction.

“That will work, then. Ready?” he asked.

A little dab of precum appeared at the end of his dick. I wanted to taste it, to lick it off with my tongue.

“More than ready. I’ve been ready since the second I saw you at the art gallery.”

“I’ve been ready for longer than that. You have no idea how long.” He wrapped his thick fingers around his shaft and inched forward where he tapped the flared, velvety head against my still closed lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, inviting him in, but he didn’t accept my invitation. Instead, he ran the damp tip around my lips.

I knew he was teasing me. Doing his best to frustrate me even more. It was working. My body seemed to buzz with how turned on I was.

In pure exasperation, I reached beneath my skirt and grazed my fingers over my sopping folds, and a hiss of satisfaction fell from my lips.

“I didn’t say you could do that, did I?” he scolded, pulling back.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” I replied circling my middle finger over my stiff and swollen clit.

“You haven’t listened to a word, I’ve said, have you?” He tapped his cock against my open mouth but didn’t slide in. “For taking matters into your own hands, you don’t get to come for the next week at least.”

I stopped moving my fingers and leaned back on my haunches. Glaring up and him, I said, “You’re kidding, right?”

Without replying, he released his cock, which now bobbed deliciously in front of me. Keeping his eyes on me, he reached up to his tie. He undid the knot and slipped it from around his neck. “Place your hands behind your back.”

My breath caught. He was going to fulfill one of my fantasies by binding my hands. Without questioning his request or hesitating for a second, I did as he asked. He stepped behind me and wrapped the silky material around my wrists before securing it in a tight, unyielding knot. I tested the give—there was none.

Fear mixed with excitement accelerated my heartbeat, and my entire body thrummed and buzzed. Things were about to get intense and I felt ready for anything.

Chapter Fifteen

Reese

Hands thoroughly bound behind my back, I watched Kane circle me as I sat on my knees. He looked like a predator ready to devour his prey. His tall form strode confidently; his bare cock still hard and ready.

“Before you leave, I have a gift for you,” he explained with a grin. “One that means you won’t be able to play with yourself even if you’re tempted.”

“I don’t believe you’re not going to allow me to come for the next week.”