Page 132 of Serving the Mogul

“Yes, Master.”

“Hmmm…” His thumb moved to my lips, covering them. “I was thinking about punishing you because you tried to kiss me without my permission. But you made such a sweet request. Maybe I’ll see how well you please me before I decide if you need punishing. Are you going to please me, Tina?”

“Yes.”

He cocked a brow.

“Yes, Master,” I said, the words slightly muffled against the pressure of his thumb.

His gaze dropped, lingered on my lips. “I think you want to be punished. You beg so pretty, but then you act so bad. It makes me think I should spank you, then make you suck my cock until I come.”

I wanted to answer. Heat exploding in my core, like fireworks on the Fourth of July, only so much sweeter, so much more devastating. But when my mouth opened, he applied pressure with his thumb.

I opened my mouth and licked him slowly, circling with my tongue before sucking, just like I would if I had something more...substantial in my mouth.

James watched the entire time with a hooded gaze.

He tugged, and I let go with a softpop, smiling with all the innocent sweetness I could.

“Is that how you’d like me to suck your cock, Master?”

“Yes…and that’s exactly how youwillsuck my cock, Tina. Later.”

“Later?” I poked out my lip without thinking about it.

He cupped my hips, then turned me with my back to his chest. “Later. Look around, pet. There’s not much to work with here in this space. No carpet on the floor. That sorry excuse for a table isn’t any place I could sit. I can’t have you kneel on this tile and bruise your knees.” He caught my hair and tugged it up, skimming his lips down my neck. “We’ll have to buy more sturdy furniture for your break room, darling. Later.”

“The counter…” The words shuddered out as he bit me, the pressure light enough to feel his teeth but not leave a mark. His hands skimmed my sides, and he cupped my breasts through my clothes. His fingers moved to the buttons of the sleeveless vest-styled top I wore. The vest could be worn with or without a blouse or camisole under it.

James had told me he liked it without the camisole. Now I know why.

He opened each button. “I’ll decide how I want you to suck my cock, pet,” he said, nipping my earlobe. His fingers dipped inside the top and skimmed over one lace-covered breast. “Right now, I want you out of these clothes so I can look at your delicious tits. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

The last buttons slid free under his nimble fingers and I shivered, the cool air kissing my flesh as he pulled the garment off. I went to turn, and he gripped my arm. “I haven’t said you can turn around, Tina.”

“Master, may I turn?”

“No.”

I felt him pulling away, the loss of his nearness a keen ache.

“Take off your pants, Tina.”

I went to look behind me, only to stop as he said, “You aren’t allowed to look at me, pet. Do what I said. And the panties.”

“Yes, sir.” I stepped out of the heels he’d bought me before the sleek, pale, gray pants could come off. But once I was naked, I eyed the baby-pink shoes, and smiled. “Should I put my shoes back on, Master?”

“Yes. Good girl.”

As I stepped into the shoes, I heard him coming up behind me.

He said nothing for a moment and then spoke.

“I love your ass, pet.” He palmed my ass cheek with one hand and stroked it, then moved to my hips. He reached around me and cupped my breast, pulling me back against his hard, lean form as he stroked, touched, and teased.

From one breath to the next, my mind spun and hunger took on a darker, more desperate slant. My heart rate accelerated. The air in my lungs seemed to burn. I shivered and trembled all over.

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