Page 29 of Bonded

The pair are nose to nose, almost touching, as his hand gets to the top of her thigh—drawing small circular patterns on her skin. “You know… I still see you—in my head, when I close my eyes.” She lets out a slow breath and silently strokes her hand on his cheek—her fingers toying with his hair. “When you cut my hand, it was so weird after, and sometimes I feel like I can summon you—you’re so clear in my mind that I can almost touch you… feel you.” Gently she brushes her lips against his, tempting him to see how he responds. “Does that sound crazy?”

“Not really.” He smiles and pulls away.

“Wait… You know, don’t you? But how… I mean, how do you know I see you? Oh my God, do you see me?” She frowns, looking at the smirk settled across his face. “Darius, what the hell did you do to me? Please tell me. I’ve tried to work it out… Hell, I even got a book on ancient hypnosis for the answers, but still, I don’t know what you did. So just tell me.”

“Close your eyes,” he whispers against her ear as he again places his fingers gently to her pulse. She immediately obeys and then everything blurs. The dark fog fills her head and she begins to lose consciousness.

“No, wait!” She quickly opens her eyes and pushes him back. “No… no, I know what you’re trying to do. That’s how you made me pass out—pressing against the carotid artery.” She smiles, smugly convinced she’s worked him out. “See, I knew it. It’s all a trick. you fucking with my head—some mind-fuck. Well, you’re not doing it again.”

“Okay…” he smiles and looking at his watch, he steps away from the desk. “Sorry… you’re right. Now I really have to go. I have an appointment—a blonde in high heels at the club tonight.” He grins, flickering his tongue over his lips. The intense and seductive stare he’s giving turns her on, and again she’s imagining his body pressed against hers.

She takes a deep breath, having to quiet Luna who is roaring with anger. The wolf is so angry that she’s trying to take over and control Kat.

He stares at her—calmly silent and doesn’t say a word, but as they look each other in the eyes—just like before, she’s hypnotized by him and in a trance-like haze loses all control of her senses.

Reaching up, she kisses him, and then before she knows what’s happening, he pushes her onto her back against the desk. Lifting her knee, he pushes her thighs apart and his fingers find their way inside the stretch of her panties.

She gasps with a loud cry of pleasure as he touches his fingertips against her clit. His purple eyes focused on her as he silently asks for permission.

Breathlessly pleading, she nods with desperation to be touched. “Yes… Oh, yes.” Then, still, without saying a word, he thrusts two fingers inside the warmth of her ready and wanting pussy. “Oh hell….” she groans. Hardly able to breathe, it feels like her heart stopped and she can only lay frozen against the desk. Panting and groaning, she writhes against each touch of his hand. The curl of his finger catching against the wanting texture of her G-spot makes her body quiver and legs shake, and with eyes tight shut, gasps in pleasure and he smiles, watching her—the pleading, needy want of her expression.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he orders.

Doing as she’s told; she stares at him as he continues to stroke against that sweet spot deep inside her body. “I… Oh yeah…” she stammers, unable to speak coherently. The feeling makes her legs tremble, and she flushes red hot with desire as his cool touch continues to turn her on.

“You know a woman can come just from this,” he again whispers, his mouth brushing against her cheek. “Everyone thinks you need to work from the outside but… Rightthere…” his sultry tone is so sexy that it almost makes her cum, “there, that’s where magic can happen.”

“Oh yeah! Yeah…” she groans. Pushing her hips forward, she forces her pussy against his hand. “Do it… Make me cum,” she begs. “You want to… I know you do. Darius, please…”

He smiles, still brushing his cheek against her face he gently bites her ear lobe. “You know you’re much too needy. You need to learn some self-control.” He grins, his lips brushing on hers.

His forehead pressed to the crook of her neck while his finger continues to massage her pleasure spot. She struggles to keep her eyes open, lost in the hot feeling of desire that’s building inside her body. Gasping and panting, the wet seeps between her thighs, coating his fingers. He frees her breast from the constraint of its lycra bandage and licks at her nipple. Wetting it with his saliva, he blows gently on it, making it peak to the chill.

“Oh… Oh, God yeah!” She thrusts her breasts forward, begging for him to suck. He doesn’t. Instead, he grins wickedly and pulls her bra up, covering her over, and concentrates on the movement of his finger curled against her insides. She bucks her hips towards the pull of his hand and her orgasm builds to a peak. “Oh, Darius…” she growls breathlessly. “I’m going to…” Then just as her muscles spasm and tighten, ready for the orgasm to hit—he stops.

Withdrawing his touch, he sucks his finger and smiles. “Hm… I have to go. I have a date to prepare for.”

“Wait! Darius, wait… what the fuck!” She sits up, eyes wide in shocked disbelief. “You can’t seriously leave me like this? Darius, c’mon don’t be an asshole come back and finish it,” she demands. “Oh my God, you can’t do this to me!” She slumps flat against the desk.

He opens the door to leave and smiles. “Oh, I can… and trust me, it’ll be much more pleasurable this way. Like I said, learn some control.”

“Pleasurable? For whom? Oh, fuck you!” She gasps as he closes the door.

He’s gone. The feeling was incredibly intense like he stopped time and held her in suspended animation—dreaming while she was awake. She’s hot and taking a breath, sits herself up. Her panties are soaked with her want and she smiles.

Looking toward the door, she drops back against the desk and closes her eyes as her own fingers tease their way inside the black fabric panties. Touching her clit she circles slowly on the small soft nub—thinking about him and what he was doing to her moments ago.

A sudden loud thud against the door jolts her back to reality.

“Wait… Wait, don’t come in here!” She yells desperately trying to stop them.

She fails and Zak puts his head around the door. “Sorry, didn’t hear you… did you say something? Kat, are you okay?” he frowns, looking at her red flushed face. “Hey, did he say somethin’ to you? Darius, did he have a go at you about that whole Digby thing?”

“Um… no. No, he… he um… No, he brought my clothes and we were just talking.”

“Yeah, that’s why I fetched your sneakers—figured you might need them. Look um, we’re gonna take Digby out, get him somethin’ to drink and blow off a little steam. Hopefully, it’ll calm his ass down. Maybe if you two have a night apart, you might both feel better.”

“Yeah sure. I was going to go out to dinner anyway. Zak… thanks. Oh, and I’m sorry about earlier, that you got caught up in it.”

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