Page 103 of Debts and Desires
Maybe you need to vent?
I knew it made me look like a nutcase, but I filled Bandit in on everything that had happened as if she were an actual living, breathing thing that was capable of understanding me. I vented about the audition first, and then everything that had happened at the bar. I looked up at the tiny kitten and shook my head, thinking about how much of a bitch Cassie had been. “Can youbelieveher?” I scoffed, crossing my arms.
Then I remembered everything Carter did to me when we were in the alley and then when we went home. I smiled, every nerve ending on my body lighting up.
“It wasn’tsobad, I guess. But I can’t tell you those parts because you’re too young.”
Come to think of it, Carter had become much more dominant since our night in the alley, and I loved it.
My eyes widened at the thought. If he came in and saw I wasn’t eating and then found out it was because of all that bullshit, I’d be in trouble. So, I picked up my food and ate, not another negative thought in sight.
As the afternoon rolled on, I had found a blank notepad that I was scratching words and notes on, as well as doodles. Movement to my right had me look up in time to see Carter come in. The first thing I noticed was the lack of a jumpsuit on him. He was in his normal clothes. Then I noticed he had a piece of paper in his hand as he approached the desk.
“Can I sit?” he asked. With a nod, I stood. He took his seat and grabbed me, sitting me on his lap. He gave a kiss on my cheek and handed me the paper. “I need these ordered. I don’t think I have any of this in inventory, so we need to check first.” I looked over the very long list and gave another nod, opening the inventory files. “Hang on, now, I wasn’t finished.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, his eyes becoming darker by the second.
“Take your leggin’s off.” I stood and did so. “And your panties.” I hooked my thumbs and slid them down as well. When I straightened, Carter had a look of pure evil on his face.
“Take my dick out.”
I looked down at the large bulge straining against the front of his pants. A blush spread across my cheeks, my mouth suddenly dry and my body lighting up with need.
I reached forward and undid his zipper, pulling him free. His cock was hot, already slick with pre-cum. I licked my lips, a hunger stirring low in my belly. I would’ve brought him to mymouth, but he tapped his lap. I went to straddle him, his voice stopping me as he said, “Those parts ain’t gonna look themselves up, Emogen.” And I understood. I turned from him, then slowly sat back. Carter helped line me up until I was sitting, his cock deep inside me.
I let out a gasp, my fingers holding on to the desk. One arm came around me while the other pressed into the desk beside my hand. He grunted as he scooted us forward, making it a little easier for me to reach the desk. With his teeth at my ear, he told me to move. I began to rock my hips, my bottom lip tucked between my teeth to stop my whimpering.
“Check the inventory and do not stop ridin’ my dick.” He paused, his hands running down my back. “And do not come ‘til I say.”
It was then that I noticed he hadn’t shut the office door and anyone could easily walk in and catch us.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes as he bit down on my earlobe.
“Keep movin’, baby.” I hadn’t realized I’d stopped. I whimpered as I continued my rhythm, the chair squeaking and creaking beneath us. Carter’s grip on me tightened, his breath hot on my neck. His fingers found their way to my clit and my body tensed, my insides tightening around him. “Is that first one in there?” he asked. I shook my head. “Then go ahead and order it. And move to the next.”
And it went on like that until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was barely paying attention, hardly hanging on. We had checked at least seven of the items on his list when a moan ripped from me.
“Carter, please,” I begged.
“Nuh-uh. You don’t come ‘til everythin’ on that list is checked and ordered.”
I was going to die. I really was.
“Just let me come. Please,” I begged again.
“Not yet, Buttercup. You do as you’re told and I’ll rewardyou good. I’ll make you come like this and then toss you on this desk and eat your pussy ‘til you come again and again.”
With a groan, I went back to work, barely getting the next two done. I was close, too close, and he knew it. If I moved at the right angle, I could?—
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Buttercup,” he growled.
Frustrated, I grabbed the list again, my hands shaking as I typed the next numbers in. The pace of his ministrations increased, causing me to pause, my hand gripping the desk, the paper crumpling in my grip.
“Carter,” I begged, my voice a breathless whisper.
“Do. The. Next. One.” His voice was low. Rough. He was close, too, and I knew it. I was seconds away from falling apart, and I was trying with everything I had to hold back. I looked at the screen, the words and numbers looking more like glyphs and symbols.
Fuck, it felt so good. And I was so, so close.
