Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

OCEANS.

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“Jesus, Oceans. I’ve never done this before…” She argued, wide–eyed.

“Never done what?” I peeled my gaze off her glistening cunt and looked at her flushed face. “Never touched yourself or never had someone watch you do it?”

She swallowed. “This is insane.”

“I’m expecting clients in-” I checked my watch without breaking eye contact, “-approximately twenty minutes. Whatever they meet when they arrive depends entirely on you.”

She stared at me, and I stared back.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, her hand dropped to her parted thighs. She parted herself with shaking fingers and sucked in a breath so sharp it almost sounded like a sob.

Her cunt was pink and perfectly bare and already so wet.

I tightened my jaw so hard I felt it in my back teeth.

She was fucking slick. More than slick. Her cunt was wet enough that her fingertips slid immediately, catching on swollen flesh before slipping through it.

Fuck.

The sound was soft at first, just a wet little drag in the quiet office. I went fucking still.

“Two fingers,” I instructed, and a broken little breath left her. “Do it.”

She obeyed. Her left hand slid to her inner thigh and pushed, opening herself wider. Her right hand trembled as she brought two fingers back to her cunt. She touched her clit by accident and jerked.

My eyes sharpened. “Sensitive?” I asked.

She nodded, her eyes dropping away from mine.

“Look at me.” I spread my legs in the chair, my trousers pulling tight across my thighs. “Circle it.”

She pressed two fingertips to the tight, aching nub and moved them in a small circle. Her whole body reacted. jumped. A helpless sound escaped her throat that she immediately tried to swallow back down.

The sound made my nostrils flare.

“Again.”

She did it again. And again. Each circle pulling a response from her body that she was clearly past being able to manage,

She was fucking pushing me to the brink of madness.

“Slide them in, I instructed, and she didn’t hesitate.

She pushed both fingers inside herself, and the sound they produced – slick, wet, and obscene made my cock jerk so hard against my pants that I had to grip the armrest to keep myself in the chair.

She was soaked.

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Her fingers disappeared into her cunt with almost no resistance, slick coating her hand, gathering at the base of her fingers. her body so ready that the sight of it was dismantling every carefully maintained thing in my chest one by one.

“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath. “Deeper.”

She dragged her fingers out halfway, then pushed them back in. The slick sound made my cock jerk.

I couldn’t sit still. I jerked off the chair and closed the distance between us in two short strides.

“I didn’t ask you to stop.” I said when she slowed down, my voice not sounding like mine.

She tried to close her eyes and tip her head back, but I gripped her jaw, my thumb pressing into the soft part of her chin until she had no choice but to look directly at me while her own fingers worked her open.

Her eyes were glassy and humiliated and so dark with wanting that I felt the sight of them in my spine.

My knee nudged her thigh wider.

“Eyes on me,” I said. “Don’t you dare close them.”

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KISAREL.

This was all new to me. My body was reacting in ways that my brain couldn’t even process.

At this point, all the anger and confusion I felt about the taxi driver dissipated into raw pleasure as my boss made me touch myself in his office.

The awareness that someone might come at any moment to find the office locked when they know we were both inside made it even more thrilling.

His grip on my chin tightened when he stood before me.

His thumb stroked once over my lower lip, as his dark, lustful eyes stayed on mine with an intensity that felt like being looked at through a scope.

“Oceans…” I called when I couldn’t take the sensation anymore. My fingers hit the right spot inside. Pleasure punched through me so hard I nearly folded in half.

His grip on my chin tightened. “Don’t cum.”

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I was breathing in short, useless bursts. My fingers drove harder and faster, chasing the release that was right there, right there, building so tight and so mercilessly that tears spilled hot and sudden down my face before I even felt them coming.

“Please. The word came out broken. “Please, I need to… Oh, God…”

He looked at me, took in the tears, the desperation, the shaking… And he smirked without mercy.

Too much?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good.”

Suddenly, his hand reached out for mine, gripping it hard, and making me stop abruptly.

The orgasm that had been seconds away collapsed back into my body like a door slamming shut, and I sat there on the edge of his desk with the loss of it ringing through every nerve I owned.

I stared into his eyes, confused, waiting for what was to come next.

Nothing

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Instead, he pulled my hand out and lifted it up between us. “You don’t get to come, Kiss.” He let my hand drop and took a step back. “That’ll serve as your punishment.”

“What? No. Oceans,” I gasped as I watched him walk back to his chair. “Please”

He lowered himself into it, crossed one leg over the other, and looked at me with that smirk that I was beginning to understand was specifically designed to make me lose my mind.

“And don’t even think about touching yourself,” he added, picking up a file from the floor. “If you do, the next punishment will make this one feel generous.” He glanced up at me briefly. “I’ll decide when you finish. Not you.”

I stared at him.

The ache between my thighs was so insistent it was almost audible. I pressed them together, and the friction of it made me shudder, but it didn’t make any difference.

“Please.” The word came out humiliatingly small.

He turned a page as I pressed my thighs together harder and felt the throb of my unsatisfied body pulse through me like a second heartbeat, entirely indifferent to my dignity.

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He set the file down and looked at me properly, his eyes moving over my face and dropping briefly to where my thighs were clamped together before coming back up with a satisfaction that I wanted to wipe off his face.

“I have a dinner meeting tonight,” he said, as his voice settled into something conversational. “Seven PM.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’re coming with me.”

I looked at him, my cheeks burning up.

“And Kiss?” The smirk deepened into something that did nothing good for the situation between my thighs. “Be a good girl between now and then.” His eyes dropped once more and came back to mine. “And I might let you finish.”

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