Page 22 of Indebted

“What?” his gaze snapped back to mine.

I tried to nod to my chest. “Don’t you prefer the ones you give to women?”

He scoffed, thumbs brushing over my sensitive peaks again and again. “Your tits are perfection Katie. Fucking perfect. I want nothing more than to suckle them and then drive my cock between them.”

Oh shit.

I squirmed in my seat.

“Does that get you hot, sweetie?” He pinched my nipples, hard.

“Y-yes, Daddy.” The word slipped out. I didn’t know why it gave me a thrill, but it did. Something about his hands on me turned my brain to mush. It was illogical and wrong, but it felt so right.

His nostrils flared as if he could scent my arousal. “Touch yourself for me.”

“What?”

“Show me how you touch yourself, right now.”

Oh my god. I’d never had a man ask me to do that, much less command me to. But as I’ve noticed before, Justin wasn’t the usual boys I dated. He was a man—demanding, hard, sexy.

My hand trembled when I lifted it to the juncture of my thighs.

Justin took in every movement with greedy eyes.

I couldn’t believe I was going to do this, but I was so turned on it physically hurt. I drew the line at putting my hands down my pants and instead settled on touching myself through the fabric.

The first push on my clit sent a jolt of pleasure through me so strong I nearly came.

The low growl emanating from Justin turned my blood to fire and I circled my clit, rubbing fast circles until my whole body drew tight.

His hands continued to work my breasts, pulling and tugging at precisely the right time, like he knew exactly what I needed. I would’ve worried about that if I wasn’t consumed with my orgasm.

My head dropped back as stars exploded behind my eyes.

The bang of a door jolted me out of my post climax stupor.

Justin’s hands disappeared from my breasts, but not before he leaned into me and inhaled deeply.

I flushed.

What have I done?

I quickly scanned the ceiling for cameras.

“Don’t worry, my precious girl, the only evidence of that beautiful display is up here,” he tapped his temple.

“Dr. Kingston?” Midge rounded the corner right as Justin pushed away from me to stand.

“Good work today, Katie,” he brushed past a confused Midge, whose gaze volleyed between myself and Justin’s retreating form.

I swiveled back to my computer monitor, embarrassment burning my gut. I was sopping wet between my legs and probably red as a tomato.

When I couldn’t take Midge’s inquisitive stares anymore, I excused myself to the bathroom to go clean up between my legs.

“What are you so excited about?” Zoe put her head in her hand as I shoved my books into my backpack. “It’s Monday. You’re too damn perky for a Monday.”

“I’m not perky. I don’t want to be late. I’m rushing.”