Black Diamond (Obsidian 2)

I took a moment to look at her, enjoying the view before she noticed me. My hands were deep inside my pockets as I leaned against the door frame, loving the way her tits shook slightly when she typed. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her strands were curled and soft.

She must have felt the heat of my stare because her eyes moved directly to my face, her dark eyelashes long and thick. She wore more makeup than she usually did, dark eye shadow around her eyes and red lipstick on her mouth.

I pictured lipstick stains all over the base of my cock.

When she noticed my presence, her body stiffened immediately. It was the same reaction she would give if she were scared. Her breathing hastened, and her chest rose and fell with the increased pace. Her lips were slightly parted, her tongue pressed against the inside of her bottom teeth. When she moved her head slightly, her ponytail swung like a pendulum. “Mr. Owens, how can I help you?”

Everyone at the office called me that, but when Rome addressed me in that way, I wasn’t even sure if she was speaking to me. I walked farther into the office but didn’t shut the door behind me—as much as I wanted to.

I sank into the chair across from her desk and crossed my legs, resting my ankle on the opposite knee. My elbows rested on the leather padding of the chair, and my fingers pressed against my jawline, the smooth skin already hardening with new hair. “Wanted to see how your first day is going.”

She shut her MacBook and leaned back in her chair, the buttons of her blouse fastened all the way to her neck. So far, she’d made a good impression at the office. The rest of the team immediately noticed her good heart and how valuable it was. “Really good. I’ve been getting up to speed with everything on the calendar. I have to say, you guys get a lot of stuff done. At For All, I would have felt productive accomplishing a fraction of the work Humanitarians United does on a routine basis.”

I appreciated the compliment. “Thank you. But we have a great staff here and lots of resources. Imagine what you can do now with a bigger budget and more teammates.” If we had an employee of the month, she would get it—every time.

“I’m very motivated. I feel like I can really make a difference here.”

I heard what she said, but my eyes fixated on her lips, watching them move. I wished we were at my place, making out on the couch. Her small tongue moving against mine before she sucked my bottom lip. When I would palm her tits, she’d moan deep into my mouth.

Now I was so fucking hard.

Rome picked up on the static in the air, feeling my desire even though I hadn’t made a single advance. “If I have any questions, I’ll let you know.” She was dismissing me, trying to get me out of her office before her skirt was pulled above her waist and her panties were stuffed into my pocket.

I didn’t move an inch, my eyes glued to her face.

Her cheeks began to flush, her natural response when she was either aroused or nervous, and in this case, both.

She cleared her throat. “Is there anything else?” She forced her voice to remain strong, determined to ignore the heat between us. Professional office decorum was important to her, for whatever reason. But if I had X-ray vision and could see through that desk, I knew I’d spot her thighs pressed tightly together, wishing I were deep inside her at that very moment.

Without saying a single word, I rose out of the chair and buttoned the front of my jacket. I gave her one final look before I walked out, knowing she was staring at my ass as I left her office.

I had to keep my hands to myself while we were at work.

But when we were at my place, that mouth, pussy, and ass belonged to me—and only me.

Vanilla sex was good—for now.

But I felt my hands shake with anticipation, needing dominance and control. I couldn’t stop picturing ropes bound around her slender wrists, the material chafing against the gorgeous skin. I couldn’t stop imagining her ass in the air, her pussy slick and ready for me. Blindfolded and gagged, she’d be my plaything.

Eventually, I would come clean about what I wanted, and we could start our new relationship. If she gave it a chance, I knew she would adore it. She would want me to hit her harder then smack my palm against that gorgeous ass one more time before the fun was over.

But I needed to ease her into it.

If we went from vanilla to whips and chains, she’d push me away. Her lack of experience told me this would be more complicated, but at the same time, more fun. I had a few ideas to warm her up, to broaden her horizons and her way of thinking. To her, they would be huge steps. To me, they would be the gateway to all my fantasies.