I blink in surprise at the sharp tone of his voice, tasting him on my tongue. Darian walks back to his desk, takes a seat, and stares down at me.
Fine. I’ll let him win this round. I have no other choice if I want to get access to his password so I can find the folder Beaumont wants.
I stand up on wobbly legs. My skirt has ridden halfway up my ass, and my pussy is exposed, but I refuse to give in to his demands, so I saunter closer, putting extra sway into my hips, and smile sweetly.
Darian narrows his eyes as I walk around his desk to straddle his lap.
His dark hair is soft beneath my fingers as I begin to ride him on the chair, grinding my bare, swollen pussy against his pressed pants. If anyone walks in now, they’ll get a full view of my naked ass, but I’ll be the first one to admit I like the thrill. “Do you still have the footage of the night we first met?”
“Reckoning night?”
“No.”
His voice takes on a tantalizing edge. “The day at the cottage when I pulled you from cleaning duties and ate you out on the desk?”
With a hum, I glance down to see a slick patch on his pants. I roll my hips again and bite my lip as heat swirls in my core. “I’d like to see it.”
Darian seems unaffected by my out-of-character behavior as he peruses me, but I know him. He’s not stupid. Even so, I enjoy his rough swallow when I toss my head back and moan.
“Can I see the footage?” I ask, circling my arms around his neck.
“Why the sudden interest?”
I pull on the short hair at his nape, dry humping his lap. “Do you care?”
“Not particularly. Maybe you like to watch yourself come, or maybe you’ve got a devious plan up your sleeve. It doesn’t matter. If I find out you’re scheming against me, I’ll put a bullet in your brain.” He says the words so casually, a shiver crawls down my back as he picks up the gun on the desk.
He taps my lips with a knowing, cold smirk, but then he pauses when I dart my tongue out to lick the barrel enthusiastically, swirling my tongue around the end. Darian is mesmerized, his lips slightly parted as I get myself off on his growing bulge.
“Anything for my wife,” he says.
I sit sideways on his lap, pretending I’m not watching like a hawk as he types in the password. A few clicks later, the footage plays on the screen. Darian slides his big hand between my legs, so I part them to give him better access.
I have to admit, watching Darian feast on me on his desk makes me tingle, and when my husband sinks his middle and ring finger inside me, sparks erupt.
“Maybe I should make you come on my fingers while you watch yourself come on my tongue?”
I tilt my hips into his touch, wanting just that. On the screen, Darian gazes at me from his vantage point between my legs as he tweaks my nipples. We look hot together.
“You’re an insatiable little slut, aren’t you, Mrs. Delacroix?”
“You’re an ass.”
With a chuckle, he spins me around on his lap so that I’m straddling him as he frees his dick. My mind spins while he massages my ass cheeks. He’s rough, touching me in a way that leaves no room for doubt; I belong to him. I’m his property.
His thick cock glides against my clit as it slides between my folds, and I wet my lips, no longer pretending I’m in control. I rock and grind, rolling my hips up and down his thick shaft.
A deliciously dark smirk plays on his mouth as he lifts me by the hips and spears me on his dick, filling me to the brim. “Keep those cock drunk eyes on me, wife.”
Idon’t know when silence settles like a heavy, suffocating blanket. I’ve stopped rocking, and now I’m seated in the corner of the wardrobe with my arms around my knees, staring at nothing.
Time moves slowly, or maybe fast? I don’t even know. I’m too scared to move or make a noise. Even my breathing seems loud. The only time I remember silence this thick was when my daddy got a visit from some friends. At least, that’s what he called the tall men in front of me as I peered out from behind my daddy’s long legs.
“Darian, be a good boy and play in your room while Daddy talks to his friends.”
The way they looked at Daddy didn’t seem very friendly.
Before I had a chance to leave, one of the men walked his fingers in the air and said, “Run along now, kid.”
