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Fingers shaking, she brings them back down to her swollen lips and whines as she touches herself for me. I don’t care that she’s getting herself off. It’s on my command. Her pleasure is at my will and not hers. Her hips buck against the desk as she humps the air. Already I’m lengthening again, my body desperate to join hers.

“Fuck yourself, Cindy,” I rasp out, almost sitting on my hands to keep from stroking myself. Right now, it’s about her. I already marked her, showing her she’s mine. This time, I want the sound of my voice to be her master. Her small fingers slide down, filling that tight little hole.

From this position, every time she leans back, her bottom hole contracts and releases, demanding I fill it as well. All in good time. I wonder if I can convince her to wear a buttplug to work? It’s not just watching her get off that’s fun. It’s pushing her limits, her boundaries, seeing where she’ll eventually draw the line.

We’re already past sexual harassment. Any other lines we cross are now just personal boundaries, and I plan to knock hers over one by one until she’s a mindless, writhing mess beneath me. “Come on, Cindy. You can do better than that, can’t you?” I purr, my voice weaving a spell around us both.

A strangled gasp pours from her throat as her fingers slide in and out. I watch her, studying her movements, her tells. My greedy little girl is getting close. “Stop.” Her body keeps moving, keeps humping. “Cynthia Anne Lewis. Stop right now.” With half a sob, her eyes fly open at the use of her full name. I’ll have to remember that one.

“Look at me, Little Viper. Breathe. Good girl. Now, start again.” Her brows draw down in confusion, but her fingers start to move again. I keep watching her, making her stop when she gets to that ledge. Her body shakes with the effort to not come, and I almost feel sorry for her. Once more, I order her to start pleasuring herself again.

Her whimpers and moans are near feral as she starts once more, furiously fucking herself, desperate to reach that pinnacle before I order her to stop. She’s glorious, covered in a sheen of sweat, letting go of her pride to debase herself for me. There are no coy looks or questioning sighs. It’s begging, it’s grunting, it’s groaning. All of it is music to my ears.

Her hand stutters as she gets close as if her body is already waiting for me to give it permission to release. “Come for me, Viper,” I growl, the command taking on a hardened edge. Her body bows up as the orgasm slams into her. Tonight's my night to indulge. After this, it will be back to normal. I have a job to do, and so does she. Maybe now, she’ll regret leaving me like that, fucking my best friend instead of taking the darker path that I promised her.

“Jack is waiting. Clean up, and go home.”

CHAPTER 9

Cynthia

A maelstrom of emotions whirls through me as Jack drives me home. Though I preferred to walk, Jack made it clear that it wasn't an option. Knowing that he’s Daniel’s employee makes it all the worse. I know if I complain or refuse, he’ll go straight to the boss man himself and tell him. After tonight, I really don’t want to go toe-to-toe with him again if I can help it. Stretching out, I’m shocked at how sore I am.

As much as I want to go home and soak, what I really want to do is sleep and shut my brain off. I never expected to see Daniel in the flesh, let alone have him handle me like that. I reach down and pinch myself, making sure that it’s not a dream. Unfortunately, it’s all too real. Now that I’ve crossed these lines with him, how do I go back?

Walking would have given me more time to suss out my feelings before being confronted by Brittany and Ryan. I know they’ll want to know about my day, but there’s not one bit I can tell them that won’t have them shouting about red flags. I know Daniel is a walking red flag in an Armani suit, but that doesn’t stop my body from craving him.

We pull up to the curb, and I stare at the house, dreading leaving the car. No doubt, Jack has to go back for Daniel at some point, and me sitting here will just delay that. I put my hand on the knob, debating whether or not I should just bite the bullet or hide out here like a coward.

“I’ve already dropped your belongings off, Miss,” Jack calls out from the front, “but Mr. Grinwich wanted you to have one more thing.” Leaning back, he hands me a nondescript, black bag, and I pull it to me, desperate to look inside. “You might want to wait until you’re in your room, Miss. Just a word of warning.”

Great. It’s probably some other tortuous thing to wear while I’m at work. Nodding, I open the door and make my way up to the house. Knowing them, dinner is probably over, but that’s okay. I’m not hungry anyway. The bag is heavy in my hand as Jack drives off, and I watch him until I can’t even see his taillights anymore.

“Brittany, Ryan, I’m home.” Brittany squeals and races out of the dining room, Ryan following behind. Her face is nothing but smiles, but Ryan’s is pulled down into a thoughtful frown.

“Look at you, Miss Career Girl, and an awesome wardrobe to match! Did they give you an advance on your check?”

“I wish,” I manage to croak out, sliding my coat off my shoulders and covering the bag before Brittany can see. “Daniel is my new boss.”

They both freeze, eyes glancing at each other for several moments. “Like, that Daniel? Like, fuck me sideways until I can’t stand, Daniel?”

“I’m right here, baby girl. I can hear you. If anyone is going to fuck you sideways, it’s me,” Ryan mutters, possessive fingers sliding over her ribcage.

“Yes, but this is Daniel.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints last night, sweetie...but if you think I’m that subpar, I can just keep my dick to myself.”

“Oh. Well, I mean -,” Brittany stammers, her cheeks turning a light pink. “You don’t have to do that.”

“That’s what I thought.” He gives her a knowing smirk before turning back to me. “I thought Daniel was in New York. He never said anything to us about coming back. Did you know?” Brittany shakes her head. “I thought for sure he would say something. How long has he been back? Do you know?”

“I have no clue. I’m just as stunned as you guys, but, apparently, he’s back.”

“I see. And with a whole new set of clothes?” Ryan peers down at me, concern peeking through the edges of his irritation.

“I’m a reflection on him, and my wardrobe wasn’t up to par. I didn’t really have a say in the matter.”

I push forward, but Ryan stops me, his hand pushing back on my shoulder. “Brittany, give us a minute, please.”