Page 12 of Ruin
SEBASTIAN
An hourafter Annika drags Lily out the door, Imogen arrives, and it couldn’t be better timing. The pent up frustration I’ve been feeling since discovering Lily’s situation has started to drive me crazy, and I’ve not gotten a single task done all morning.
I feign disinterest as she moves towards her desk, even as I track her movements from where I’m sitting behind my desk.
She’s dressed in one of her ‘easy access’ outfits, as I’ve come to call the tight dresses she wears. So tight that she has no need for a bra behind the zip running down the front, and unable to be worn with underwear without showing the outline through the thin material.
I see no hint of a panty-line right now - a sure sign she’s open to us playing together today.
“How was your evening?” I ask, my gaze fixed on my computer screen as I pretend to be busy with my work.
It’s all part of the game. We pretend to be indifferent even when our libidos are screaming for release.
“Frustrating,” Imogen replies, putting her handbag on her desk and turning to face me as she leans against the wooden surface.
She places her hands on either side of her, gripping the edge of the desktop as she studies me.
“Why frustrating?” I maintain the facade of indifference, knowing exactly why she’s frustrated.
“Cam has four more days of night shifts, and I haven’t had sex since Sunday morning,” she replies, annoyance etched into her beautiful face.
She is honestly one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, the perfect mix of Spanish and English features, with long brown hair and pale blue eyes, all wrapped up in a petite, tanned body. Coming only to my shoulder, what she lacks in height, she more than makes up for with her fiery nature, which is one of her many interesting qualities.
“That is frustrating,” I say, smirking as she glares at me.
“Yes. Yes it is.”
I lean back in my chair and run my thumb along my lower lip while I study her. “Do you require assistance with that frustration, Miss Delphine?”
Her eyes flare at the use of that name, just as I knew they would.
I’ve trained her body and mind over the last two years to grow instantly aroused once I utter those two words.
“Yes, sir,” she says, her voice becoming breathless while we slip into our usual roles.
I’ve spent years perfecting my role as a dominant with my sexual partners, and while there have been many before her, Imogen has proven to be my most successful submissive, giving up control entirely as soon as I say those two magic words. Our arrangement goes no further than mutual respect and friendship,and neither of us are interested in pursuing a romantic relationship together.
Pushing my chair back, I move slowly around my desk and cross the room to stand in front of her, lifting her chin to bring her gaze to mine.
“Do you need to message Cam?” I ask, respectful of the boundaries she and her new boyfriend put in place over the weekend.
“I messaged him before I got out of the car,” Imogen says with a smirk.
For the last few months, Imogen was too scared to push for what she really wanted, and we’ve not played together solo since she started fucking Cam. After I helped him orchestrate a fascinating Saturday night, that included a foursome between myself, Annika and the couple in question, Cam has made it very clear he has no problems with us continuing to play, despite their new relationship. His only request was that Imogen let him know when she intends to fuck either myself or Annika in his absence.
And in an interesting turn of events, Cam has also shown an interest in continuing to explore his own sexual curiosities. After attending his one and only club night, I’d taken note of the way he’d watched two men openly fucking in front of him, and sensed his hidden desires lurking beneath the surface. When he’d come to see me on Saturday afternoon, he’d stumbled upon Dante and I together, and I knew I’d been spot on with my suspicions. Dante is the only male sex worker at the Brisbane club, and often seeks me out after being left unsatisfied by clients. Like me, he has no issue fucking men or women, or having an audience. So he’d been all too happy to allow Cam to watch me fuck him while he was bent over my desk, and once that was over, he gave Cam an epic blow job. That was just the start of Cam’s experimenting that day, though. During thefoursome, things had progressed, and he’d had his first bisexual encounter, with my cock in his arse while Imogen and Annika took care of him with their mouths and hands. So it had certainly been an intriguing message to receive the following day from Imogen, letting me know Cam would be open to exploring further. I’ve helped more than a few men and women explore their sexual fantasies, which is how Dark Desires came about in the first place, but I haven’t done it in a while and I’m interested to see just how far he wants to explore.
I chuckle as Imogen looks up at me with hooded eyes, running my thumb along her lower lip. “Eager to be fucked, are we, Miss Delphine?”
“Incredibly eager. I’ve missed playing with you,” she purrs while I tug her closer and bend to kiss her neck.
“And how do you wish to be fucked, dirty girl?” I nip her earlobe.
Her breath hitches. “Hard, please, sir.”
“As you wish,” I murmur, before lifting her.
She wraps her legs around my waist and kisses my neck as I carry her around the desk. I’m already hard by the time I’ve placed her on the empty desktop. We both keep our large oak desks free of all belongs, other than our computers, for this exact reason. Neither of us want to bother with tidying up after we’ve fucked each other senseless.
