Page 73 of For I Have Sinned

My eyes flick up to his. “Who is in charge right now?”

He keeps the motion of his hand the same as he says, “You.”

I always loved being dominant in the bedroom, but most of the men I hooked up with didn’t like giving up their power, which is why I’m now a switch. Even though I love ordering men around, I don’t mind being told what to do.

Alex is one of the few men who is okay with giving me this control. He is a man who happily serves a higher power, and right now, I am that higher entity.

Alex massages himself at a leisurely pace, causing my brows to dip in confusion. “Do you usually go that slow?”

He shakes his head. “I’m waiting.”

“For?”

“Permission to go faster,” he says it with a whimper because it’s killing him to move so slowly.

I hum, standing from the desk. Alex observes me carefully, wondering what my next move will be. I bet he is hoping I will help relieve his needs, but that’s not what I’m about to do.

Grabbing the fabric of my dress, I gradually drag it up my legs. His eyes fall from mine and to my bare legs, watching the fabric pass over my thighs, and when I bunch the material at my waist, he groans.

I chose not to wear underwear today. Why? Because I was secretly hoping that what happened in the confessional booth wasn’t the last time.

If I’m being honest, I haven’t been wearing them since it happened. With the material around my waist, I climb back up on the desk, scooting myself to the back edge so I can plant my feet on the surface. My legs are spread, and Alex doesn’t move his eyes from the wetness growing between them.

“Can you see what you’re doing to me?” I ask him as I lightly trail my fingers up the inside of my thigh.

“Y-yes,” he stutters.

“I think you need a closer look.” Lifting my hand, I crook my finger. “Scoot your chair up.”

He doesn’t hesitate as he pulls the chair across the carpet. He only stops when his knees hit the desk, and then he leans back into the seat and continues to touch himself.

“I need to taste you, little sin.” The words are somewhere between demanding and begging.

With the tone of his voice and the nickname, I almost cave and let him because I desperately want to feel his mouth on me. But my willpower stays strong.

“What did I say, Alex? You will only get a taste if⁠—”

“If I’m a good boy,” he finishes my sentences with another whimper.

“So be a good boy and stroke yourself faster.”

He listens so well. His chest rises and falls with each pump. Precum glistens at his tip, and I lick my lips, wanting to know what he tastes like. I fight the urge and allow my fingers to find my clit. I use two fingers to rub slow circles and toss my head back.

“Celine,” I lift my head at his strong tone. “As much as I’d love to hear you, my office isn’t soundproof.”

I nod in understanding and remain quiet as I quicken the circular motion. We both remain silent as we pleasure ourselves. Alex’s eyes stay between my legs as he practically drools at the sight.

Wandering my fingers down, I shove two inside me and gasp. It doesn’t feel like it did when his were inside me, but with how worked up I am, it feels so good.

“I miss the way your fingers felt inside me.”

“Then let me give you what you’re missing,” he begs.

My head shakes. “No.”

I pump my fingers faster, eyes dropping down to see that Alex is matching my pace. Removing my fingers, I bring my hand up, letting him think I am going to give him a taste.

When he leans forward in his seat, I guide my hands to my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the two fingers, humming in satisfaction from how I taste and the aggravated expression on his face.