Page 21 of Her Billionaire Boss
“Is the princess disobeying the dragon?”He arched a brow.
I hurried to the door and hit the lock.“What if your assistant comes by?”
“Then she’ll know that I don’t want to be disturbed.Because the door will be locked.”He undid his belt buckle.“Get naked.”
My pulse sped up.Naked?Fully naked in his office?With people still working beyond the door?
With all those windows?
“Princess...”he warned.
I took a deep breath and pulled my shirt over my head.My pants followed, and I stood in front of him in the lacy black bra and panties I’d picked out because they’d made me feel confident.I felt less confident now, in an office the size of a god damn department store without a single object to cover up with in sight.
He pulled out his cock and stroked himself as he watched me.“All of it.”
I unhooked the front closure of the bra, and he made a cute little surprised noise as it released.
“I don’t want you to wear any other type of bra, from now on,” he said.“Those are the very best kind.”
I had a whole bunch that weren’t front clasp.I’d have to replace them.I’d promised I would do whatever my dragon told me to do, in and out of the bedroom.
I dropped the bra and peeled my panties down.They were already damp from my arousal at the threat of exposure.
“Put the heels back on,” he ordered, and I stepped back into my shoes.Then he patted the desk and said, “Come here.”
He pushed his laptop aside as I approached and helped boost me up to sit my bare ass directly on the lacquered surface.Without a word, he took one of my ankles and guided my foot over to one of the drawers, slipping the heel of my shoe through the thin silver handle.He pushed my other knee aside; I had to scoot forward, my ass nearly off the edge of the desk, for him to stretch my other leg enough to hook that heel through a drawer pull on the other side.My hips ached from how wide his improvised bondage opened me, and my thighs strained.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
My hand fell automatically to my vulva.
“No.Start slowly,” he corrected me.“I want to watch my princess enjoy her first day at work.”
I cupped my breasts and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples, holding his gaze.The naughtiness of my position was as much a turn on as the circling brush of my fingertips over my flesh.His eyes wandered down to watch me tease my stiff nipples.I brought a finger to my mouth to wet it, and he caught my hand, dragging it to his mouth instead.His tongue swirled and flicked around the digit, and I squirmed, as much as I could in my makeshift trap.When he released me, I brought my saliva-coated finger back to my nipple and painted it with slow strokes.
A drop of wetness slid down one side of my spread labia; his hungry stare followed its path.Then, he took out his phone.
“What—” I began.
“I’m taking a picture,” he explained, keeping the phone vertical to no doubt capture as much of my body as possible.“Pretend I’m not here.”
It was easier if I closed my eyes.I covered my breasts with my hands, pinching the throbbing peaks of them between my middle and ring fingers as I squeezed and rolled my flesh.I heard him shift position and opened my lids enough to see him leaning forward, the phone directly between my legs.
He made a “Hmm,” of appraisal, then reached out and stroked my clit.My hips bucked at the sudden contact.He moved his finger in an arch from one side to the other, coaxing my already aroused pearl to full engorgement, then took another picture as it quivered and twitched in a futile bid for further stimulation.
“There,” he said, turning the screen so I could see an obscene close-up of my spread vulva, the creamy wetness at my opening.“I might have that framed.”
“Don’t you dare,” I gasped.
“Princesses don’t tell their dragons what to do,” he reminded me, tossing the phone onto his desk.He sucked his middle and forefinger into his mouth to wet them, then brought them to my pussy, resting them barely inside my opening.He slowly stretched them apart, stretched me, and said, “I’d love to see you squirt all over this desk and my lap.”
“You know how to make me do it, my dragon.”The vivid mental image of my juices slicking my thighs and staining his expensive suit sent a shudder of anticipated pleasure through me.
“I do.”He twisted his hand palm up, corkscrewing his fingers deep into me before withdrawing almost completely.He stopped at the spot of spongy tissue at the top of my vagina and pressed.My soft gasp brought a smile to his face, and he lowered his mouth to my aching clit.
Before his lips touched me, he lifted his head to warn, “This office isn’t soundproof.You’re going to want to scream, because I’m going to make you want to scream.You can’t.If you’re too loud, people will be suspicious.And I’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me how?”I asked.
