Page 55 of 10 Days to Ruin

Those taut muscles in his throat work hard. He’s a fucking mess, and it’s turning me into a mess, too. Hidden beneath the hem of my skirt, I’m so wet it’s almost shameful.

But we still have so far yet to go.

Half of me is surprised that, even in my dreams, Sasha considers disobeying. The other half grins with satisfaction when he clamps down on the arms of his office chair as instructed and leans back. No part of me misses the muttered curse that slips between his perfect lips.

There are so many ways I could use you,I purr in my vision. I run a teasing finger up the inside of my calf, up my knee, until it disappears beneath my skirt. When I withdraw it, it’s glistening with my desire.

I hold it out toward him.I could let you taste me, if you wanted?

His mouth parts and he arches his neck toward me.Ariel, I?—

No, no, no!I tut again, shaking my head.I don’t think you should talk right now, either. Just sit there and be beautiful for me, mmkay?

He does.

God fucking help me, he does.

Now, where was I?I look down at my sopping wet finger.Oh! What a mess. Let me clean that up.

Then, without ever looking away from him, I put it in my mouth.

Sasha’s eyes go huge. Bluer than blue, but a dark kind, an ocean-deep kind. I don’t think he’d be able to form words in Russian, English, or gibberish even if I did let him talk. He’s on the verge of a feral growl and nothing else.

But, since this is my fantasy and I’m in charge, he stays silent.

I wonder with a giggle what it’s costing him to obey.

That’s better!I grin again.So I was asking a question, wasn’t I? I was considering all the ways I could use you. And there are so, so many options. My brain’s spinning just thinking of them!

I’m hamming it up and I know it, but sue me: shouldn’t I get to act however I want in my own imagination? Sasha doesn’t look like he minds, right?

I could hike this skirt up, wrap two hands in that curly mane of yours, and drag your face between my legs. I’d make such a mess of your beard, but you wouldn’t be upset, would you? Nod your head if that’d be okay.

Sasha nods.

Or… Oh, I know! I could take those big, strong hands of yours and shape your fingers exactly how I want them. Just two of them, crooked like a question mark. I could slowly, slowly slide them inside me and make you sit perfectly still while I ride you until I get what’s mine. Would you like that, Sasha?

Sasha nods again.

What else? Let’s see. I could slide to my knees, unzip your pants, and take you into my mouth. I bet you’d be big. I bet you’d be hard. I bet you’d like that best of all.

His knuckles are white as he squeezes the chair. I increase the settings on my vibrator. It’s a pulsing, whining groan now, and so am I, every joint in my back cracking as I arch up off the bed. My opened blouse flutters in the A/C’s draft and I reach up with my free hand to tease one nipple into a perfect, painful point.

If I sat on you and rode you until you came inside me, would you like that?

If I bent for you and bucked back into you until you exploded everywhere, would you like that?

If I was yours and you were mine, if I used you and you used me, if we both stayed locked in here until the windows fogged and the desk was ruined and our clothes were nothing but a sweaty, ragged memory…

Tell me, Sasha, would you like that?

Would you like that?

Would you like that?

And then, right when the orgasm is so fucking close I can taste it on my tongue like a coming storm…

Someone knocks on the door.

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