Page 41 of Taken By the Crab King of Atlantis

“It was a pleasure. Is this coffee service in gratitude?” I raise an eyebrow, and she blushes deeper. “Or perhaps you’re here to solidify the sacrifice.”

She swallows, but her eyes don’t leave mine. “Both. More. Everything.”

Everything. “A future?”

She nods, the edge of her mouth curling up in pleasure.

I put the cup back on the saucer. “Turn around.”

I push back my chair and stand behind her. The view of her breasts from above is more delicious than before, and I press against her back.

I regret wearing a shirt today, resenting every inch of fabric between us. I inhale the scent of her hair and holding my breath to keep it in.

She quivers as I reach up and slide the zip in the back of her dress down. The cup in her hand clatters against its saucer. “Hold it still now,” I say, and take my time.

Her lingerie is as black as her dress but sheer enough to show me what I crave. Her dress is caught on her arms, but she’s holding the coffee and won’t move. “You’re a very obedient girl,” I say, sliding a finger down her arm. I love how ragged her breath becomes at this simple touch.

I pluck the coffee cup from her hands, putting it down on the tray in front of her, and take my time trailing fingers along her neck, across her breasts, and down her body, tugging the dress down the rest of the way until it falls on the floor.

She’s wearing garters and black lace panties, a matching black to the white set she wore last night. “And you know my tastes,” I say, fingers trailing over the tops of her stockings.

She sucks in a breath as I trail fingers closer to the apex of her thighs until I’m stroking the thin lace around her pubis. The spicy jasmine of her wafts up to me, and my cocks stiffen. If I’m not careful, they’ll rip a hole in my pants. But they’ll have to wait.

I unclip the back of her bra and let it fall to the floor. I reach past her and pick up the honeypot, taking it with me and opening it on my desk as I sit back down in my chair. “Pick up the coffee and turn back to me,” I command.

She obeys beautifully, and I only have to raise an eyebrow before she obediently bends down to lower the saucer to a comfortable level for me. Her nipples are pink and swollen, rock hard and ready for my finger when I dip it into the honey and smear some of the amber liquid on each nipple.

I pick up my cup, take a sip, and put it back down, then lean forward and taste my sweetener.

The cup rattles in her hands at my attention. But she stills it and stays silent, with only her heaving breath and the rising scent of her sex giving her away.

Her silence feels like a challenge, and I sit back, take another sip of coffee, and go back in. By the time I’m finished, her expression is dazed, and her nipples are a darker shade of pink.

“Turn around and put the coffee down,” I order. She does so. “Now bend over.”

She does as I ask, and I’m gratified by the heat and powerful scent rising from her sex. She glistens for me, her underwear soaked.

“Hands on the cart,” I say, hoping it’s as sturdy as it looks.

I dip my finger into the honey again and press it through the slit in her underwear to smear it on her already wet sex.

YEN

I gasp, my entire body tense. My breasts still feel the mark of Karkinos’ mouth, and I’m not sure how long I can take his teasing. He’s stroking me gently. “Make as much noise as you like,” he says, his voice low and tense. “We won’t be interrupted.”

My knees are weak, and I push strength into them, straightening my legs and stepping out to steady myself. It’s no accident that it gives him better access. “Such a good, wet girl,” he says, stroking steadily down and up my sex.

He sits back down on his office chair, and his fingers press against me again — two this time, opening me up. I have had little of anything inside me before, but it doesn’t hurt. I couldn’t imagine anything Karkinos does to me hurting. “What a view,” he says. More honey, more fingers. Coating not only my sex, but running to my anus, his fingers toying with me.

The tension makes it hard to stay still, and I squeeze the coffee cart in front of me. It shudders along with my body when his hot mouth hits my sex for the first time.

My body is melting, and I rise up on the tips of my heels, pressing my hands hard into the cart. The cart rattles, but Karkinos doesn't falter. His strong fingers grip the globes of my ass, his thumbs peeling me open to give his tongue full access to me as he laps long along my slit, toying with my anus to finish. The delicate fabric rips, and he tears at it further, adding his fingers to tease at the edges of me, until I’m gasping and desperate.

He finally takes pity on me and sucks hard at my clitoris. Ecstasy crashes into me in a sweet release so hard my legs crumble, and it’s only Karkinos’ steady hands at my waist that keep me upright. The moan that escapes me is ragged and wanton, and as the sound fades, I’m floating on a cloud.

To my surprise, Karkinos makes a similar grunt of satisfaction, followed by a low male chuckle. He pulls me onto his lap. “Beautiful,” he says into my hair, and I turn to meet his gaze.

He looks as dazed as I am, his antennae craning forward towards me, and I turn my head further to plant my lips against his. He kisses me deeply, ravenously, until my own arms are wrapped around him. By the time we pull away, I’m writhing again with impatience.