I close my eyes as heat coils low in my belly, unable to stop the memories from pushing to the forefront of my mind. As the scene plays out, Seven’s faceless red mask morphs into Archer Grave’s familiar features. My lips part in a soft gasp, but I have no desire to stop the fantasy.
I imagine my boss hovering over me, whispering the same depraved things in my ear that Seven did. A shiver runs the length of my spine, and I rub my thighs together, desperate to relieve some of the ache pulsing from my center. Biting my lip, I slide my palm down my body, fingertips reaching past the slit in my robe to brush the slick, heated skin between my thighs.
As I circle my clit, I picture Archer’s hand where mine is now, making me come the way Seven did. In my mind, he leans in,kissing up the side of my neck. Slowly, he pushes a finger past my entrance, filling me in all the right ways. He teases my walls, his breath hot on my neck as he whispers dirty things into my ear—things only Seven would know.
My lips part in a soft moan as my pleasure crests, muscles clenching as I barrel closer to the edge.
“God, I love that sound.”
With a jolt, my eyes spring open, landing square on the red mask from my fantasy. My heart thunders, threatening to beat its way out of my chest, but I don’t remove my hand from my pussy. It’s dirty and wrong, but I really,reallywant to come—and I was so damnclose.
“Don’t stop.” Seven steps past the doorframe into my bedroom, breathing hard. “I want to see the look on your face when you come undone.”
I shift on my mattress, all too aware of his heated stare. Hesitant, I allow my thighs to part, baring my dripping center to him. Brushing the pad of my finger against my clit, I bite my lip to suppress a moan, which only becomes harder when I notice the effect my arousal is having on Seven.
“Fuck yes.” His words come out as a tortured groan. “Just like that.”
A wave of bravery overcomes me, and I stare directly into the spot his eyes would be as I shamelessly pleasure myself, loving the power I have at this moment.
My lips part in a moan, and the sound nearly brings him to his knees. Seven braces himself against the mattress for support, and my lips quirk in a heady grin as I catch sight of the sizable bulge in his tactical pants.
I continue working my clit as Seven crawls onto the bed, his breath labored. Gloved hands curl around my ankles, and he uses his surprising strength to pry them apart, allowing space for him to settle between my thighs.
“So perfect,” he whispers, taking a deep breath. “So mine.”
I whimper as his face inches closer, desperate for the heat of his mouth, the spark of his touch. His gloved hand slides up my thigh, stopping at the apex to brush his fingertips against my dripping center.
“So wet for me.” He pushes the tip of his finger against my entrance, teasing me. “Does my perfect girl want to come?”
I gasp, arching my back as he presses inside me, loving the stretch. My eyes shutter, and I let out a deep moan as he teases my walls just like in my fantasy.
But it’s still not enough.
“More,” I gasp, losing my mind as desire floods my senses. “Please. I need more.”
A low chuckle fills the air, and a second finger is added to the first, stretching me gloriously. He curls his fingers, pressing relentlessly against a particularly sensitive spot, and a garbled scream is pulled from my throat.
I lose myself in the sensation, so close to the edge, but unable to cross over. Far away, I think I hear the distinct squirt of a lube bottle, but I can’t pay any attention to it.I’m so, so close…
Something cold and hard presses against my ass, yanking me out of my pleasure-filled stupor. I gasp, my fingers freezing where they are as my release fades to the back of my mind.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Seven growls, easing the tip of the hard thing farther into my ass. “You’re so tight. Too tight.”
“Wait.” I attempt to see what he’s trying to put inside me. “What are you doing?”
“Relax, Grace.” He pulls the thing away from my entrance, and it’s replaced a moment later by his warm fingers, though they’re covered in a thick layer of lube.
“Wait…”
“Keep touching that little clit,” he orders, pressing a fingertip past the tight ring of muscle.
I gasp, unable to do what he asks, too overcome with the sensation. He pushes deeper inside me, and my muscles clench around him, trying to stop the intrusion.
Seven lets out a dark laugh as he presses deeper, stretching me out and preparing me for what’s to come. Eventually, I give in to the foreign sensation, and pleasure blossoms low in my belly, traveling up my spine and filling my head with a loud whooshing sound. On their own accord, my fingers swirl my clit, heightening the pleasure burning through my veins.
But then, all at once, Seven pulls out of me, leaving me alone and empty. I only have to worry for a moment, because next, he’s holding a small bright-yellow object in front of my face. I have to blink several times to focus on it, and when I do, panic cuts straight through the fog of my pleasure.
My present. The plug he left me this morning.
