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“No need to stop now, Little Viper. And no. I have no proof that’s what you did when you slunk off earlier, but I do have a sharp sense of smell. That and your cheeks blushed so prettily when I confronted you. It couldn’t all be because I talked about you peeing. Putting two and two together, plus the fact that you’re practically shaking before me, tells me I’m right. Please. Continue.”

My breaths come a little easier. For some reason, him deducing it is far less creepy than him watching me. I’m pretty sure I can handle almost anything he says or does, but stalking me like that is a hell no. As I ease the fabric down, stretched taut over my ass, the unmistakable click of his zipper fills the space.

I have to trust his word that he won’t touch me. That's all I have to go on. Knowing he’s just as aroused as I am helps, and if he wants to get off to me, it would only be fair given the number of times I’ve come because of him. Soon my panties are near the floor, at my ankles, and I’m left bare to his gaze.

“Spread your legs and bend all the way over. I want to see every inch of you.” Moaning, I do as he orders, burying my head in my arms. I’m both aroused and embarrassed by the level of desire he’s pulling out of me. Could it have always been like this?

My arousal is like a painful ache building in my system. I want him to impale me, thrust into me, pounding so deep I feel it the next day. His grunts are close behind me. I feel the heat of his skin against my own, the phantom eddies of air as his fist glides up and down his cock behind me. He’s not touching me, but if I move back just a small bit, I’ll be touching him.

I want to beg him to touch me with every fiber of my being, but I just can’t. I can’t risk losing this demigod I’ve built up in my mind for so long. Besides, if I did, where would that put me? I can’t leverage the only playing card I have.

“Fuck me, Cindy. Do you know how much I wanted you? How I dreamt of fucking you every day until you got wet at just the sound of my pants coming undone? Look at you, dripping with arousal. Ask me, Cindy. Ask me to fuck you. Beg me to fill you up until you can no longer breathe.”

I shake my head, refusing to give in. Moments later, a thick, hot liquid splashes against my sensitive lower lips. Oh my God. He came on me! Spurt after spurt hits my delicate skin, and I bite down on my arm to keep from moaning.

“Touch yourself, Cindy. I want you to come for me. Let me watch you fall apart with my cum on you.”

I can’t resist his dark words. Leaning my head and shoulders against the desk, I reach in between my legs, my fingers slipping through his cum covering my clit. Moaning, I rub hard, sliding my other hand lower to fill myself with my fingers. It’s not enough. Adding a third, I force my way in, my groans strangled as the painful stretch sends me spiraling.

At this moment, I don’t care that it’s Daniel. I don’t care that it’s the man that tore my heart from my chest. He’s here now, and I’ll do anything to keep myself in his good graces. I can’t lose him again, not after tonight. I knew that I still wanted him, but I didn’t realize just how much I craved him until now. It’s his control, his need to possess me, that drives me further, sending an even stronger orgasm barreling through me.

“That’s my good Little Viper,” he croons into my ear, once more fiddling with the knobs. Once the desk is back up to where I can stand, he hands me a wet wipe. “Clean off your hands before touching the computer, but don’t you dare clean up the rest. I want to watch my cum drip off of you as I prepare for tomorrow’s deposition.”

Pausing, I reach down to grab my panties and pull them up, a mixture of humiliation and self-preservation crawling through my gut. Now that I’m coming off of my orgasm high, the ramifications of what we just did slam into me, stealing my breath.

“Don’t you touch those. You have no right covering up my handiwork.”

Leaning forward, I force myself to concentrate on the list of tasks, but I can’t. My mind keeps drifting down to my bare ass and pussy on display for him. Rivulets of our combined fluids drip down my legs, but he doesn’t seem to care about any mess getting on the floor. It felt good - better than good - amazing, but now, in the cold office, even with Daniel behind me, I’ve never felt so alone.

CHAPTER 8

Daniel

I’m playing with fire. I know it. Cindy knows it, but I can’t stop. Like an addict, I’ve been reinjected with her, and now, she crawls through my veins, lighting up my brain until all I can think about is her. She’s making it even more difficult by not allowing me to touch her. I was hoping to fuck her, get her out of my system, and move on.

But no.

This devious little minx is playing the long game, tempting me to look but not touch. I’ll win this battle, though. Soon, she’ll be begging for my cock, and this time, I can refuse her. Using one of the wipes, I clean off my cock, irritated that it’s still not going completely down. Is this how it’s going to be from now on? I have a job to do. I can’t be in a constant state of arousal.

Pulling up my laptop, I skim through my documents, glancing up every now and then to watch her struggle through my list. Yet another piece of proof that Hank hires pretty little things for their bodies and not their brains. At least with Cindy, I know it’s not a lack of smarts, but, instead, a lack of experience.

She was so smart in school. To this day, I still don’t understand why she didn’t finish college or even go to a trade school. She’s far too intelligent to be doing the menial work she’s been doing. Did she even try? I know her parents passed away soon after she graduated high school, but surely that’s not what impeded her. If it was money, more than enough loan programs are out there, set to screw people over.

Maybe she didn’t want to go to school, and that’s okay too, but she needs to have a job that can better support her than taking food orders and making small talk for tips. The fact that she’s working here is a vast improvement, but it’s obvious she hasn’t done much more than waitressing. I don’t give a damn what it says on her true resume, even that was a stretch.

Every job she’s worked at, she’s never managed to go any higher than her original station. She’s lacked the wherewithal to actually take care of herself the way she needs to, and that stops now. Now that she’s under my employ, I can make sure she’s okay without resorting to watching from the shadows. She may not realize it or even want my help, but I’m going to make sure she’s thriving.

Since the day I saw her, I vowed she was mine, and I always protect my own. Glancing at the clock, I sigh before standing up. Though I’m going to be at this for several more hours, I know Cindy has to be tired. I’ve pushed her, put her through the wringer. It’s only fair that I let her go home and sleep, so she’s prepared for me for tomorrow.

“Come stand in front of my desk.” Should I let her get herself off once more before going home? She’ll probably sleep better that way. She shuffles forward, her legs moving only so far because of the panties coiled around her ankles. She’s never looked more erotic. She holds her skirt high in the air, probably worried about staining it.

When will she realize that I’ll just buy her another one? It could be that the idea of having that much money is just foreign to her. Shaking my head, I step aside, letting her stand in front of me. “Lean back and sit on the edge of the desk.”

Her lips quiver into a pout as she shimmies up, still keeping that damned skirt far away. At some point, I’m probably going to have to come on that too, just to show her it’s mine, and I don’t give a fuck if my cum stains the expensive fabric. If she had cared just an ounce for me as she did for that damned skirt….

I pull up one of the chairs and sit, my face hovering at her pussy. Mesmerized, I watch as she clenches, tightening everything for just a moment. I can’t wait until it’s my cock she grips. I offer her a wipe, pulling away just before her fingers graze it. “You may clean yourself off, but not until you get off one more time.”

Her eyes widen, her small breaths coming in quick gasps. It’s oh so easy to play her, mold her, make her into the submissive I’ve always craved. I knew it was in there, but seeing her now, legs splayed before me, eyes glassy and unable to focus, I know for sure she’s the one for me; I just don’t want to end the game this quickly.