Page 20 of Of Mercury and Mist

The corner of her lip tilted as she stared at the floor, lost in thought. I’d have to snuff out that spark before her claws sunk in any further.

“Get under my desk,” I snapped at Ashley. The shock in her eyes pissed me off. It was almost as if she’d expected a different outcome after filling me in on her delinquent ways. The girl had quite a track record, she hadn’t won any charity awards.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

She was nothing if not stubborn. “Your life is forfeit. It became that way the moment you decided to rob me and throw away any future you may have had. Be glad you get a couple extra days.”

Ashley appeared stunned. “But I didn’t mean?—”

“Silence! Keep your mouth shut and spare me the pain of your prattling.”

She gasped, as if only now realizing I was serious. “A couple days? What do you mean?”

Pulling her by the arm, I dragged her in front of me. “I mean, I have a gift for you.”

I pushed my chair back and unbuckled my belt. The more she shook, the slower I moved, parting my lips to let her sweet, sweet fear slip over my tongue, igniting my taste buds. My cock hardened to steel as tiny threads of lust wavered in a glittering crimson mist around her pussy. She fucking wanted me, no matter how hard she protested. It was obvious she hated the fact she did by the furrowing of her brows and the clench of her fists. Last night wasn’t just a dream for either of us. She’d been authentic in her response.

I didn’t miss the sharp inhale of breath I heard when I pulled my dick out. It bounced against my abdomen, long, thick, and with a pearl of precum at the tip. She wanted me, and it made my cock harder than steel.

“You know what to do,” I growled at her.

“But—” I cut her off when I grabbed her around the waist and forcefully relocated her.

“Ashley, shut up.” I warned. “Suck my cock like the bad little girl you are.”

Her hands gripped my thighs as I repositioned my chair and I almost lost my load when her hot, wet mouth closed around the head. I know I groaned out loud.

“Use your tongue.”

It flicked against the tip before she swirled around my length, moving up and down. Her desire floated up from underneath the desk, winding around my face and filling my nostrils, thick and heady. Had I stuck my fingers in her panties, I’d need a towel to clean up the mess.

My mouth filled with saliva, and I felt my canines absolutely aching to descend. I was hungry, so very hungry for her. My vision went red.

The snap of plastic brought me back and I stared down at the broken computer mouse in my palm the same time my office door opened.

“Jesus, what’s going on in here?” Kiam walked in, obviously scenting the air.

“Wrong deity, but I’ll take it,” I answered, opening a drawer to locate a replacement for the device I’d broken.

It’d been a couple months since I’d last seen the man, and it wasn’t under the best of conditions. Granted, we’d all come out of that Della’s rescue mission victorious, but it’d been a tense collaboration. He, Josaih, and I had all ultimately managed to work well together when we’d pulled Della back from the clutches of the Collective. The board of five powerful men governing us all couldn’t have been tackled alone.

We’d kept in contact via the odd text message here and there but we’d both been busy with our own operations. Kiam preferred the wilds of Canada and the company of his own associates; I had my hands full here in New York.

It was his talent for uncovering information that caused me to beckon him here, now.

Reaching under my desk, I grabbed a fistful of Ashley’s curls and forced her head forward. The choking and gagging sounds were music to my ears. She could take all of me, and I knew she wanted to.

“Ah, ah, ah, no,” I rumbled, snatching her arm and placing her hand on my thigh. Her wet fingers rubbed against mine. She’d been rubbing her pussy. I snickered, “bad, pet,” and clamped her head against my crotch.

Her hands started flailing and tears wet my groin. My dick swelled further, and I felt the tell-tale ball of heat building at the base of my spine.

“Fuck, I hope you’re planning on providing some entertainment for me,” Kiam murmured. “I came all this way, after all.”

His teeth were on display, shiny and dripping with saliva. I made a mental note to bring him out somewhere later so he could slake his lust.

Nodding, I leaned my head back, lifting slightly from my seat. I came with a shudder, the waves of ecstasy forcing me to release Ashley’s head as spurts of my release coated the inside of her mouth. She backed away, hitting her head underneath my desk and I grabbed my cock, painting her lips and cheeks with the last drops.

Stealing cars wasn’t the only talent my slave had.

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