Page 68 of Shadowed Obsession

Let’s try again.

My lips form into a pout. I want to groan in frustration so badly, but the power is in his hands, literally. I won’t admit how much I’m enjoying it either.

Incoming Call From Scar

I hesitantly swipe to answer. Both nervous and excited for what’s in store. His gruff voice greets me with demands I’m anxious to obey.

“If you want to come like I know you do, you’ll do as I say. Nod your head slightly. Don’t react,” he orders in a firm voice, and the buzzing returns.

I nod, training my face to remain calm as my breath quickens.

“You’re off to such a good start.”

Game on.

“I want you to imagine lying back on that desk, lifting those hips to remove your soaked panties and spreading those legs as I drink you in. Show me that pretty fucking pussy that’s weeping for my mouth. Would you let me taste what belongs to me on company time, Boss?” he asks, and I canhearhis smile.

I shudder at the thought of him here, staring up as his tongue takes over. Those big hands roaming my body in appreciation as I display myself for him.

“You’re not allowed to argue, but I know you want to. It becamemypussy the moment you put that toy in for me to control,” he taunts, switching the toy on, quickly increasing the speed and pressure to test me, and I will not fail.

I breathe through my nose, taking a break from my typing to ball my fists into my lap.

“I don’t trust you to keep quiet, Doe. Especially since I’ve heard just how loud you can get by yourself. Would you let me gag you with those panties? You wouldn’t want anyone to know you’re so desperate to be tongue-fucked that you can’t even wait to clock out,” he mocks.

Oh my God.

“You want to come, don’t you? Have you earned that right, baby? I don’t think so.”

Delicious pressure builds in my lower back, and I’m near tears. My hands wrap around the armrests in a tight grip for leverage when that pleasure is ripped away at the press of a button.

Goddamn it.

“Soon, Doe. Let me enjoy this. You’re so pretty when you’re angry.”

My eyes shut to prevent a reaction in front of the webcam as I await more of his sweet torture. I’m so sensitive, and he resumes, edging me with the lowest setting.

“Hold on to that anger. I like it rough,” he murmurs. “Imagine my tongue flicking your clit as you watch me lose my mind at the taste of you. I don’t think I’d be able to pull myself away. Fuck.”

Jesus. How can I not scream right now?

I fight to stifle my moans, hoping he’ll let me come soon, because I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take.

“Imagine me bending you over that desk to punish you for those empty threats. I need to grip your hips and feel that ass bounce against me.”

He trails off, and I can hear his hand moving up and down his shaft, the wet squelch of lubricant as he thinks about fucking me. I cover my face as I internally scream.

“If you wanted me dead, you’d have already made that call, but you want me to fill you so badly. Is that because you know I’ll give you exactly what you need? What you’re afraid to ask for? Nod if I’m right,” he boasts between his teeth, pausing for me to respond.

He is, but fuck him for this.

He doesn’t know me.

But he kinda does.

He turns the speed up a few notches as he awaits my answer, making it even harder to keep quiet, but I nod begrudgingly. The pulsing returns to a steady pace, and I squirm in my seat, desperate to come.

“How would it make you feel to know I’m in your bed right now stroking my dick? Hmm. Would you like that, Doe? To watchmefor a change?”

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