"I feel like you know me a little better than that by now."
"I might."
"Plus, didn't you see the tattoo on my hip?"
"Actually, no. I was a little too focused on something else."
She rolls her eyes at me, yet again, as she stands and turns to the side to flash me her tattoo. It's a woman dangling in the air upside down, bound by ropes.
I run my hand over the tattoo. It's not new, maybe a couple of years old. "An Agura?"
“You know Shibari?”
Do I ever. “A little.”
When I was in the depths of trying to get over my ex, I plunged myself into anything that would occupy my mind. One of those things happened to be a ropes class.
"I knew you had a kinky side."
"Who says I do?"
"Ummmm, you literally have barbells on the underside of your dick. Not just one, but..." She lifts up my hard shaft and starts counting. "One...two...three."
She looks at me, like she's waiting for some grand confession.
"I think you should count again. That felt nice. Maybe with your tongue this time."
She tightens her grip on me, making me wince. "I'm going to put it in my mouth right now because Iwantto, not because you told me to."
"Be my guest."
With a frustrated grunt, she gets back down on her knees and shoves most of my length into her mouth, my tip touching the back of her throat.
The sudden warmth and wetness surrounding my cock takes my breath away. “Fuck.” I grab the back of her head and gather her lavender hair in my hand.
Her tongue plays with my piercings, and I have to clench the edge of my desk with my free hand to try and gain some sort of control here.
I tilt my head back and close my eyes. Her mouth glides up and down my shaft at a painfully slow pace. She's teasing me.
I pull her up on her feet faster than she can say anything. I spin her around and shove her into the desk. I press her torso down, so she's now bent over it, cheek pressed to the wood surface. Her hands are on either side of her chest like she's going to push herself up, but she doesn't.
I lean down so she can hear me whisper. "You like playing games?"
She doesn't need to say words. The grin that spreads across her face says it all.
I rub my hand over her ass and smack the middle finger she has tattooed on her left cheek. "I like it."
"Knew you would."
Keeping one hand on her back, pinning her to the desk, I use the other to pull her panties down. The way she's bent over exposes her to me perfectly. The little devil even spreads her legs for me before I have the chance to ask. "Good girl. Now don't move."
Just then, I hear the lock on the back door rattle right before the sound of the metal door opening. "Shit!"
I jump back and pull up my own pants as B lifts herself off my desk and frantically puts her own back on. "What the hell," she whisper-yells at me, "I thought you said no one was here."
"No one’s supposed to be here."
"Hello?"
