Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
11
KINGSTON
I got to the office earlier this morning, earlier than even Mace, not that it matters. We’re pretty lenient about office hours as long as the attorneys are here to take care of clients and be present in court. We’re not running this place like a dictatorship. The only time we’ll step in is if someone isn’t pulling their weight.
Right now, I’m waiting for Tessa to walk her sweet ass into my office. Judging by the time and how she likes to be punctual, it’s only a matter of moments until I’m going to give her a taste of something I’m realizing my temptress craves. She loves when I take control of our conversation, of taking care of her, and definitely how I make her come. The punishment I’m doling out today isn’t really what I’d call punishment; it’s more like keeping her on edge and letting her know I’ll play as dirty as I need to in order for her to understand that she’s mine. And being mine entails letting me know when she gets home. Not because I’m a dominating dick, because I can be, but it’s the thought that she left my house late at night. If she didn’t make it home, and something happened to her, I wanted, no, needed to know. Not one fucking person could stop me when it comes to taking care of my temptress.
“Knock, knock.” Speaking of Tessa herself, there she is in the flesh. God, do I love that she wears skirts on a daily basis. It will make what I’m about to do that much easier. This one is tight at the waist and hips and flaring at the hem, showing her shapely legs. The top is much like her usual, a blouse that has the first two buttons undone. She’s a walking pin-up model, and she’s all-fucking-mine.
“Good morning, temptress. Come inside, shut and lock the door.” I didn’t fool with the blinds in my office, keeping them shut for this exact reason and moment. I push my chair away from my desk. Tessa gets the idea seeing how she walks towards me.
“Good morning, Kingston. You wanted to see me?” I watch as she uses her hands on my desk for purchase, scooting her ass back until she’s sitting on it like I instructed her to do last night.
“I certainly did. It seems you’ve earned yourself a punishment. Spread your legs, feet on the arms of my chair.” I bring myself closer, watching her chest rise and fall as she does as I say.
“Kingston.” The vision before me has my cock ready to burst out of my pants. The fucker has been pissed as hell for too long now. It won’t be much longer until I give him exactly what he wants, but for now, I need Tessa to know this is real, not fleeting, and that she not only sees it but believes it.
“Already wet for me.” I dip my head, lips touching the inside of her thigh, kissing her smooth skin while rubbing my beard along them since my marks from last night are long gone.
“Oh God.” My eyes lift up, watching as she goes down on one forearm, the other going to my head, attempting to pull me where she wants me. That’s not happening. We’re both going to build this up so much that we’re going to be dying of anticipation when I finally slide inside of her.
“No, this is punishment.” My hands move to the outside of her thighs, pushing her skirt up until I find the strings of what I now know are black lace panties, and I’ll just bet the bra she’s wearing matches. Last night gave me an insight to Tessa I had no idea I’d be experiencing, seeing as how it was matching then, too, but in a cream color. It seems there’s a reason she worked as hard as she did during college. I’m thinking it wasn’t just for paying the bills but also for the expensive lingerie she enjoys.
“Please, Kingston, please.” As much as I want to make her come, we don’t have much time. Instead, I pull the flimsy lace down, pocketing them to use later tonight while jacking my cock.
“Now, where was I? Oh, yeah, right here.” I spread her legs further apart. Judging by how choppy in cadence her breathing is getting, she thinks I’ll be giving her an orgasm with my mouth. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I want a taste to tide myself over. Selfish, maybe. Worth it, though. My tongue sweeps along her slit and stops at her clit, which I graze with my teeth, feeling her legs press tightly together, squeezing me. That’s okay, because with after last lap, I leave her pussy with a kiss to her clit. “Up you go. Give me a kiss before you get to work, temptress.” I see the annoyance written on her face.