“Does this turn you on?” I asked as she planted that juicy ass on the top of my desk. I had dreamed about that ass for weeks now.
“Yes, Mr. Snowden, it does.”
“Are you wet?”
She nodded shyly.
“I’d like to see for myself.”
When she was situated, I took her feet and planted one on each arm of my chair. Again, I leaned back, resting my hands on her ankles as I admired her pretty pink pussy.
I wanted to run my tongue over her clit, to feel her smooth flesh, to taste her sweetness.
Although I hadn’t intended to fuck her today, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back for much longer. Every time I was near her, my body temperature rose and my cock throbbed painfully. This woman tempted me in ways no other woman ever had.
“I like seeing you like that,” I informed her. “On display, right there on my desk.” I let my eyes travel up to her face. “Spread your pussy lips open for me.”
With two fingers, Addison did as I instructed, and once again, my gaze zeroed in on the glistening flesh between her thighs.
Opening the top drawer of my desk, I pulled out the item I’d acquired for her last week. I had informed Mr. Parker of what I was looking for and he’d managed to obtain it. I knew it hadn’t been in his stash because I’d checked there first. Of course, he’d also supplied half a dozen other things that I’d also stashed in my drawer, but we would start slowly.
Addison’s attention was riveted on the package as I opened it.
I held up the small silicone sleeve that covered the little bullet vibrator. It was dotted with dozens of little nubs that were designed to stimulate her clit.
“Put this on your finger,” I instructed.
Without moving her other hand, which was still holding her pussy lips open, Addison held out her finger. I easily slipped the ring over it, then turned the vibrator on.
“Hold it to your clit.” I held her gaze. “You do not have permission to come, so I suggest you go easy.”
Her breaths were racing in and out of her lungs as she lowered the toy to her clit. As she pressed it down against that tiny bundle of nerves, her eyes drifted closed.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
Her gaze snapped up to my face.
“What do you think?”
“It’s nice,” she rasped. “Very nice.”
A soft moan escaped her and I divided my attention between watching that toy press down on her clit and her eyes, which she kept pinned on my face. It was obvious she was turned on and I briefly wondered what did it for her more, the vibrator or being on display. If I had to guess, it was a combination of the two.
My dick was hard, but I ignored the unruly appendage.
“I want to taste you,” I told her, holding her gaze again. “Would you like that? For me to tease your cunt with my tongue?”
Another moan escaped as she nodded.
“Words,” I commanded. “I always expect a verbal answer.”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden,” she said on a rush of air. “I’d like you to tease my pussy with your tongue.”
I took her ankles in my hands as I got to my feet. “Lie back.”
Addison stopped playing with her clit long enough to lie back on my desk.
“Hold your knees close to your chest.”
When she was in position, I pulled another item out of my desk drawer. Her eyes trailed me as I moved around the desk. A few minutes later, I had her strapped down, her knees spread wide, her pussy eager and waiting for my mouth.
“I do love seeing you restrained,” I admitted.
“I like when you restrain me, Mr. Snowden.” Her eyes glittered with her honesty.
Damn, but I liked this girl.
“Now, don’t move.”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.”
Taking the toy from her finger, I turned it off, then set it down on the desk before opening my office door and stepping out. I noticed Mr. Parker’s door was open and he was sitting there, staring at his computer.
“Would you mind joining us for a few minutes?” I asked.
Intense blue eyes lifted to my face. Slowly, Mr. Parker rose from his chair, then moved around his desk. I could tell he was trying to read my expression, likely wondering what was going on. I wasn’t about to tell him.
Not when he could see for himself.
After all, there was no sense ruining the surprise.
Twenty-Four
ADDISON
I WAS PRETTY SURE I was going to go out of my mind.
Mr. Snowden had strapped me to his desk, then left the room. It didn’t bother me that I was naked and splayed open for anyone to see. However, my entire body hummed with arousal, an ache having built inside me when Mr. Snowden insisted that I strip. It had only intensified with every passing second since then.
