Page 95 of Twisted Play
“You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for me,” he murmured. “Open your mouth.”
He fisted his cock with one hand, the other still resting on the desk.
I whimpered, the loss of physical contact as painful as a rejection.
I grabbed at the hand on the desk and tugged at it, awkward, my mouth open and his cock resting on my tongue. I needed him to touch me.
Alek lifted his palm and cupped my cheek, stroking his thumb over my skin.
“God, so fucking eager to please,” he rasped. “Such a good girl, taking it all for me.”
My cheeks burned even as my core clenched. Each degrading word sent sparks of shame through me, followed by waves of pleasure that made my skin tingle and my nipples tighten. Worse, I was starting to crave both feelingsequally—the humiliation and the praise tangling together until I couldn’t tell them apart.
He threw his head back as he pumped his fist up and down his cock.
“Keep your tongue out for me, baby. Such a perfect little slut, the way you submit to me. So fucking good.” Nonsense poured out of his mouth, praise and degradation mixed as I waited, so turned on, I was about to combust, as eager to swallow his cum as he was to give it to me.
“Eva!” he gasped as he came over my face, thick ropes of cum spurting out into my mouth and over my lips. I captured them with my tongue best I could as he finished, his movements slowing until he turned my face up to his.
His hair was askew, his cheeks ruddy. His usual commanding presence was fractured—shirt rumpled, breathing uneven, sweat dampening his brow. He looked nothing like the calm, cool, collected coach who terrified the hockey team every day, or even the cruel man who’d told me I’d have to give him a blowjob before he’d hire me.
This was Alek, unhinged and wild and unbelievably attractive.
“Look what you did to me.” His thumb stroked over my cheek, unsteady and uncharacteristically gentle. “Such a perfect—” He swallowed hard then paused, collecting himself. “Fucking magnificent.”
When he stepped away from me to put his cock back into his pants, reality crashed in.
I was naked. In my boss’s office. In Alek’s office. Panicked, I looked around for my clothes.
“Here.” His voice was gentle as he pulled my clothes out of his drawer and set them on his desk.
I reached for them, but he stopped me. “Wait.”
He brought me a bottle of water from his fridge, plus an orange, then gestured for me to climb into his lap.
“I should—” I gestured to my clothing.
“Come here first.” He reached for me, but I flinched away.
“I need to get dressed.” My voice was small, vulnerable. The thought of inviting more intimacy from him after what I’d just done, of letting him hold me as shame crashed through me from my temporary submission, made my chest tight with panic.
“Eva.” An unusual note in his voice made me look up. The usual sharp command was gone, replaced by concern. “Let me take care of you for a moment.”
“I don’t fucking need you to take care of me,” I snapped. “I need my clothes.”
“You’re shaking.”
I closed my eyes, all my certainty deserting me. What had I just done? I wanted to die of embarrassment.
“Stubborn girl.” Alek set the water and orange on the desk then knelt before me, helping me slide on my underwear and my jeans. I kept my gaze fixed on the walls above his head as he dressed me like a doll. My bra came next, and then he slid my sweater over my head, each brush of his fingers across my skin a brand.
When he finished with my clothes, he didn’t step back. Instead, he scooped me up before I could protest, settling me across his lap in the office chair.
“You need water.” He pressed the bottle to my lips. “Drink.”
I wanted to resist, to gather the shreds of my dignity, but when I opened my lips and he murmured, “Good girl,” my body betrayed me, melting against him.
When I finished the bottle, he grabbed the orange,jostling me as he peeled it with his arms still around me, releasing the sharp, citrus scent into the air. “Now open,” he said, a cruel repetition of his earlier instructions.
