Page 35 of The Delta's Rogue
She laughs and darts away, backing up as I stalk around the chair to follow her. When she reaches the corner of the desk, she spins and clambers on top of it. But instead of following her, I sprint back around to the other side.
I grab her wrist as she hops down and twist her around until both hands are pinned behind her back and she’s trapped between the desk and my body. The edge digs into her stomach from the force of my hips and chest behind her, and I pry the mouse from her fingers, setting it next to the keyboard. I press against her, lowering her upper half to thedesk’s surface with one hand on the small of her back, keeping her wrists clasped in my other.
She breathes hard, but she doesn’t fight me. No, my little rogue spreads her legs wider, her back arching as best it can.
I squeeze her wrists and yank her arms higher as she bares her neck to me. “Is this what you want?” I ask. “Do you want me to restrain you so you can’t move? To make it so you can’t bother me? To tie you up so you’re just a pretty little decoration for me to admire?”
She moans, wiggles her hips, and rubs her ass on my dick, making it twitch and harden.
I press my hips forward, pinning her tighter against the desk so she can’t move at all. “Answer me, Baby Girl. Do I need to tie you up so you behave? Or can I let you go and trust that you won’t mess with my stuff again?”
Sarina angles her chin, defiance flashing in her eyes. “Are you willing to find out?” she taunts.
I hold in my laugh, tugging her upright and against my torso. My hand moves to her neck and wraps around it as she leans her head back on my chest.
“Take off your clothes.” I whisper the command into her ear in a low, dangerous tone.
Her eyes flick to the hallway, and she licks her lips. “The door is open,” she points out.
I raise a brow. “Did I stutter?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.”
I release her. She loosens the laces on the front of her orange sweater while kicking her shoes off, her eyes tracking my movements through the office. I stroll over to the black chest under the window. Unlatching it and lifting the lid, I keep her in my peripheral vision to ensure she’s following my orders.
She peels the sweater off her torso, which leaves her in a lacy, soft-pink bralette. Her fingers undo the buttons down the front of her jeans.
I rummage through the items in my chest, pulling out the sparkling golden rope I purchased on a whim a few weeks back and the spreader bar.
Her breath catches, and her fingers freeze on her pants as I stalk back to her, my eyes roaming heatedly over her shimmering skin. I set the bar on the desk chair, then I prepare the rope. Nodding at her hands, I remind her of what she’s supposed to be doing.
She gulps and continues undressing, moving faster, eyes locked on the gold cord in my hands as I unwind it and trail the end through my fingers. The air in the room shifts, turning heated and decadent. I circle her as she tosses her jeans aside, which leaves her in only her thin, sheer bra and matching underwear.
She reaches for her bra, readying her fingers on the clasps. “Should I?” she asks, her eyes cast towards the floor.
I stop in front of her again, gaze locking onto her chest. The light-pink lace stretches over her perky round breasts, and her brown nipples peek through the fabric at me. It’s the first glimpse of them I’ve gotten since we started playing together.
I sink my teeth into my lip as I debate with myself. The thought of seeing her naked, with the ropes framing her breasts and her pussy, has my dick twitching again. She’d look divine, tied up and presented for me to do whatever I want with. But I know my limits. I will be unable to stand my ground and keep myself away from her if she’s completely naked.
“Leave it on.” I circle her wrist with my hand and lower her arms. Catching the glint of disappointment in her eyes, I add, “This time.”
She lifts her chin a little as I step closer and wrap the rope around her neck. I check that the lengths are correct, then tie a knot at the base of her throat. My hands graze the insides of her breasts as I tie a second knot between them, and then I tie a third right above her belly button.
Her nipples harden in response to my teasing touch, and I smile at her reaction, pleased with the effect I have on her.
I continue tying her up, wrapping the cord between her legs, making sure I brush her pussy through her underwear as I do and teasing all the sensitive spots on her gorgeous, pliant body. I may be denying her pleasure, but I want her on edge. Needy. I want her begging me as I assert my dominance and control over her.
When I’m finished, I walk around her again to admire my handiwork.
Her wrists squeeze together behind her back, held in place by a chain of knots climbing to her neck. The arrangement of the ropes lifts her breasts higher. I groan at the sight, my hands ghosting over her curves—close enough to tease and give the hint of my touch, but not close enough to provide her with any friction or satisfaction.
My fingers slide to her hips, and I lift her onto my desk so her ass perches on the edge, spreading her legs wide as I caress her inner thighs. She shudders at my touch but holds her pose—back arched, neck bared, and legs apart.
I step back and rub my jaw as I examine her. She’s fucking gorgeous, looking every bit the desktop decoration I imagined she’d be—completely on display for me to admire as I continue my work and unable to bother me or mess with my things.
Anyone could walk by or into my office at any moment and see how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to have her all to myself.
