"Emma."
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, trying not to laugh. "Yes?"
"Remember that sensual spanking I told you about? You're about to go over my knee."
She hid her smile and tried to look submissive. Her body was so aware of him she could feel his breath on her skin, the warmth of him radiating out when he wasn't even touching her.
"Lie down for me, honey, on your back. Just drape yourself over my desk, keep your ass right on the edge." He guided her to the very edge and then spread her legs apart, taking one foot and tucking it over to the side and pulling her other leg to curl around the other side, so she was stretched out like a feast. Her foot slipped and flayed about, kicking the highly polished wood.
"This is crazy," Emma said. "I can't stay in this position. And you'd better have all the doors locked."
He swirled his tongue in her belly button. "You don't want someone to come in and find me devouring you whole?" His palm slid down her leg and found her foot, guiding it to the small loop of leather he'd attached to his desk. He did the same with her other foot, so she didn't have to hold the pose herself.
Her breasts looked so enticing, jutting up at him, he couldn't resist cupping them in his palms. The soft weight felt like warm silk. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as he buried his face in the side of her neck, instinctively biting down in the way of the leopard.
She gasped, shivering, and he licked at the teeth marks. That untamed self inside her leapt toward him, craving more, needing his touch, even his domination. She felt so hot, so unlike her, yet right--exactly right--as if she'd been born for him, to please him.
He pinched and tugged at her nipples and massaged her breasts, and then his mouth covered one soft mound, suckling, a hot, moist furnace that was pure torture. Her womb clenched and her inner muscles clamped down hard, needing. She heard her own soft cry, and it didn't sound anything at all like her.
Jake lifted his head, eyes gleaming with sheer male satisfaction, and then caught her hand and slid it into the loop he had waiting. "Hold that. Don't let loose." He placed her fingers around the loop attached to the other side of his desk.
"You've been thinking about this for hours, haven't you?" she asked, gripping the leather tightly. "Bondage, Jake? Is this my lesson for the week?"
"Hours?" His eyebrow shot up. "Weeks. Months."
He bent his head and licked at her nipples again, first one and then the other, his mouth hot as he suckled at her, tugging with his teeth, laving with his tongue while she arched her back to push herself closer into his mouth. Her hips bucked and she writhed, trying to rub her body against his, to get at his leg or his shaft, anything to relieve the building pressure. But her thighs were spread too far apart, and if she stayed where he put her, she was helpless.
"You aren't ready for bondage yet, honey. You can get out if you start to panic or feel uncomfortable. I never want you to be afraid of anything we do. I just want to drive you crazy until you can't think about anything but me being inside you and when I'll let you have your next orgasm." His smile was a little wicked smirk. "Until you beg me. Begging would be appropriate."
She touched her tongue to her upper lip, panting, trying to remain calm when all she wanted to do was jerk her hands free and grab him. She tried a little snort of derision, but she was already hot enough to start the begging process. "Now what are you going to do?"
"With my new desk ornament?" He licked her belly down to her mound. "I'm going to work. You're an inspiration for me."
Naked, he sank back down into his chair and awakened his laptop. Pulling up a report, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers massaging while he read. Emma gasped as every nerve ending went into a frenzy. She hadn't realized how waiting could be so erotic, or how it would feel to be spread across his desk, her body open, completely on display for him, while he frowned at his work, his fingers sliding almost absently over her silky smooth skin, climbing higher and higher until--
He dropped his hand away to do something on the keyboard. Emma released her breath in a little rush of disappointment. He hadn't really touched her, and yet she'd never been wetter or more ready for him. Every point in her body strained for his touch. Her breasts ached, her throat felt stretched and needy, her mouth dry, wanting him to fill it. Her sheath was on fire. She wouldn't be surprised if the desk burst into flames underneath her, and Jake was barely paying attention to her.
She closed her eyes, determined not to let him get to her. The pads of his fingers were back again, stroking her thigh, moving higher. His thumb traced along her wet slit, made absent circles around her hard nub until she moaned and her thighs jumped in reaction. He dropped his hand away from her and continued to read.
A few minutes later, his tormenting fingers were back, this time traveling the same route, making the circles on her inner thighs, stroking and caressing, and then his fingers plunged into her. She cried out as his fingers retreated and returned, over and over, stretching and teasing, dancing inside her, flicking at her hard little bud, sending streaks of fire racing through her body, but never giving her relief. He just built the tension higher and higher until she was stretched on a rack of pleasure so intense she was nearly crying for release.
Close, so close, she reached for the edge, but abruptly he withdrew his hand and sat at his desk, absently licking his fingers while he continued to read.
"The word 'bastard' comes to mind," Emma hissed.
"I was having trouble concentrating all day, thanks to you. I think you deserve a little sensual torture."
"Jake . . ." Emma couldn't stop the faint pleading note from creeping into her voice. Demands weren't going to work with him, but, honestly, she was going to go up in flames. He'd said she had to beg him. Well, that wasn't going to happen.
Jake pressed a button and music flooded the room. He ignored her again and she closed her eyes, listening to the weeping notes, feeling every one of them vibrating through her throbbing channel. She considered allowing her hand to pull free of the leather and drift down to relieve the ache that built and built, but that would be cheating, and she wasn't about to cheat.
His hands circled her thigh and she felt the rub of his shadowed jaw on her sensitive skin. Her eyes flew open. His head nuzzled between her legs, his tongue licking at the insides of her thighs. His teeth scraped, making her muscles tighten. Waves of pleasure wracked her entire body and her sheath was flooded with liquid desire. His hair slid over her skin, teasing the insides of her thighs, her mound and her exposed, hardened nub.
His tongue flicked and she cried out as every muscle tensed and a streak of fire raced through her. His smile was wicked, his eyes molten gold, hooded, heavy with lust. He dipped his head low and stabbed his tongue deep. Her hips bucked. A sob escaped as she writhed under his assault, trying to push herself onto him. He kept his hands on her thighs, holding her pinned to the desk while he feasted on her. He was careful to avoid her engorged clit, careful to keep her teetering on the edge. Every now and then he'd flick the hard bud and scrape against it with his teeth so that she cried out and squirmed.
"Jake." Her voice was a wail now. "I really can't take it."
He pressed kisses into her soft, moist heat. "What do you want, honey?"
"You. Inside me. Just let me--" She bucked again when his tongue made lazy circles around and over her. Her entire body shuddered. So close . . . Just out of reach. If he touched her just one more time, she'd go spinning off into subspace.
He stood up abruptly, leaving her gasping.
"Jake. What are you doing?" She lifted her head slightly to try to watch him walk around the desk again. "Get back here and do something before I spontaneously combust."
"I don't think so. You're not being very good." His hand slid up her belly to tug at her nipples, making her breath hiss out between her teeth. "I think you need to wait."
"Don't I get a safe word? Because I think this is torture."
He laughed soft
ly and tugged on her head until she slid just a couple of inches, straining her arms and legs just a little and allowing her head to hang over the side of the desk. She had no hands, no leverage, leaving her completely at his mercy. "I think we're going to use that mouth of yours for something other than trying to torment me." He cupped her face and kissed her, a long, leisurely, hungry kiss.
He moved behind her head, his impressive erection over her face. Her heart beat faster, her thigh muscles twitched with arousal and her mouth watered at the sight of him standing there, long and thick and so on fire for her. She knew what he was doing. Claiming her. Showing her who she belonged to. Feeling in control.
She had gone from simply going along with his silly domination routine to wanting his pleasure above all else, even above her own. Whatever he needed, she wanted to provide. Without her hands, Emma realized she had to really work at understanding how to please him--to pleasure him. And she never wanted him to forget this moment--or her, and what she could do to him. When he moved into position above her, she rubbed her face against him, all over him, almost purring like a cat. She saw his start of surprise and he stopped trying to take control from her, allowing her to nuzzle him.