Page 132 of Shattered

“I’m wearing those red panties with the missing fabric.”

Callum froze. Whatever he was working on was surely long forgotten.

“You are?” He still hadn’t turned around.

She walked right up behind him and leaned down over his shoulder.

“I told you I would save them for a special occasion. I feel like being officially done with junior year is occasion enough to seduce you on your office desk for the first time.”

He turned then and looked her up and down. She was still wearing the black dress pants, white button up and black tie. He reached forward, grasped the tie and pulled her down to him.

“I don’t see any red, Sam.”

“You need to undress me first.”

He shook his head and licked his lips.

“Go lock the door.”

“Yes, sir.”

He growled in response.

She slowly made her way back to him as she undid the tie and began unbuttoning her top.

“Give me that.” He reached out just before she dropped the tie, indicating for her to place it in his hands.

“Is this in one of your fantasies?”

“I think it’s about to be,” he replied with a smirk.

She wanted to tease him further, but he was having none of it. In a matter of seconds, he had her up against the far wall with every button of her shirt undone. He smiled when he noticed that her bra clasped in the front.

“Well, this is convenient,” he said with a smile as he popped it open to let her breasts free.

Then he devoured her.

His hands were everywhere, and his mouth quickly followed suit.

Sam bit the inside of her cheek, desperate to keep from screaming out as he slid a hand into her pants to find the exact treasure she had teased him with, then she whined at the loss of contact when he pulled back after only spending a few moments touching her.

“I want to try something,” he stated and then looked up toward the ceiling.

The exposed pipes and rails which had been left visible as part of the rustic aesthetic would now be used for something far more exciting. The lowest hung just inches from her head.

“I want to tie you up.”

“Callum.” His name was a desperate plea on her lips.

“Are you okay with that?”

She quickly nodded and brought her wrists up between them.

“Do I need a safe word?”

“Not unless you want one. All you need to do is tell me to stop or take it off, and I will.”

He wrapped the tie around her wrists. She tugged once and realized there was no way she would easily break free from its hold.

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