Page 27 of Risky Bet

His cock was rock hard as he typed out the dirty text, and the picture of slender fingers coated in pussy juices he got two minutes later made it even harder. It made focusing on the task at hand nearly impossible, but he was determined to keep his new sub horny and on edge all day just to keep things interesting for her while he worked.

When lunch rolled around, he kicked his attorney out and went in search of Rylee.

She was hunched over her laptop and from the looks of it, she was studying spreadsheets.

He stayed back and sent her another text.

Time for another masturbation break. Two minutes on your clit. Tell me how wet you are when you’re done.

He watched with amusement as a blush crept up the back of her neck. But she scooted forward in the kitchen chair and spread her thighs to stroke her pussy. It took all his willpower not to go to her and bend her over the table. When she pulled her fingers away, he stepped farther into the room and said, “That wasn’t two minutes, but I’ll let it slide. How wet are you?”

She jumped at his voice and set the phone down. “Soaked, Sir.”

“Good. Just how I want you.”

He crossed the room to the table as her gaze went back to the laptop screen.

“Everything OK?” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder from behind and jerked his chin the spreadsheets.

She nodded. “Yeah. Just some financial stuff for my family.”

He pulled out a pen and mini notebook he’d stashed in his pocket earlier and made a tally mark. She didn’t even notice. He smirked and stuck the items back in his shirt pocket.

“How are your skills in the kitchen?” he asked as he fisted his hand into her hair.

Her hands fell from the keys of her laptop to the belt on her robe, and she slipped it off as he tugged.

“Not great, Sir. But I do have a fucked-up fantasy about the kitchen.”

He raised an eyebrow and bent to kiss her. “Care to share?”

She blushed, but he held her head steady so she couldn’t look away.

“Tell me, Ace.”

She chewed at her bottom lip. “I’m in the kitchen cooking and my Dom drags me off to use me. When he’s done with me, dinner is ruined, so he punishes me for burning our meal.”

He gave a low whistle. “That’s an intense fantasy. I like it.”

She shrugged. “I would probably ruin dinner even without being dragged off and fucked, but that way just seems much more fun.”

“Oh, I agree. Maybe we’ll play with that fantasy sometime. For now, let’s make some sandwiches and talk.”

“More talking?”

He grinned. “Yep. I intend to know you well by the time this month is up, Rylee. Now into the kitchen with you.”

He gave her ass a playful smack and added another tally mark to his notebook when she didn’t respond the way he wanted her to.

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Rylee watched as Memphis pulled food out of the fridge and pantry. Bread, meats, cheeses, veggies, and condiments all made their way to the counter. She opened cupboards until she found plates and knives.

Together, they made a quick lunch and moved to the table where she put her robe back on and sat close to him.

“How’s work?” she asked around a mouthful of sandwich.

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