He moaned, his body tense and hard. “Fuck! What you do to me…”

I felt his hand between us, freeing his c**k before pushing deep inside me in one hard stroke.

“Mine!” He growled into my ear as his hips pushed harder with each thrust. “Always being a teasing c**k slut.”

It was hard, erratic, and fast. Punishing me for what he perceived to be my wrongdoings against him; taking his anger out on my body.

He was pounding me hard, but when he felt my body unraveling he would change his angle or slow down. He wasn’t going to let me come. My face dropped at the realization.

His whole body tensed, hips thrusting forward one last time, spilling inside me. I whimpered at having been so close, but I knew it was part of my punishment. I was going to suffer all day, and he would make it up to me tonight.

“Let’s see you hide this,” he challenged through his panting breaths. His mouth latched into the flesh just below my ear, sucking on the skin, teeth digging in. When he was done, he pulled at the scarf that was around my neck, concealing his other marks. “Take this off, and don’t put it back on. I want to see who owns that pu**y all day long.”

I shivered and licked my lips. He leaned down and caught my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it before pressing his lips to mine.

He sat my feet back on the ground and straightened my skirt with a smirk before righting himself. I watched him lean down, pick my ruined panties off the ground then slide them into his pocket. The thought of him carrying them around with him all day did contradicting things to me; it was embarrassing and a turn on at the same time.

I could feel the moisture of his come wanting to slide down my leg, and he had destroyed my panties, my only defense at stopping it. I needed to find a bathroom, and soon.

I did a frantic search for any evidence as to what we had been doing and found my hair to be a bit mussed, but the rest of my attire seemed okay. I threw my hair up into a quick ponytail while he hit the button to send the elevator back on its course.

The elevator bay was empty when we arrived. Most weren’t in yet despite the extra time we had spent on the ride up, and I was able to make my getaway to the bathroom. I freshened up and fixed my hair again before I walked to our office with a throbbing pu**y.

It was going to be a long day. I hoped if Andrew came around, he wouldn’t smell Nathan on me again.

CHAPTER 17

He left me wanting, just as he’d intended. Left to sit all day, bare under my skirt, ruined, confiscated panties, and so turned on my thighs were going to be chafed from rubbing together. I was also afraid of a wet spot appearing on my skirt, telling all what a wanton slut I was, though they didn’t know who for.

I went about my work, and of course, before ten hit, the Boob-Squad was making their appearance. Two days without seeing him appeared to be torturous.

It would be…for me. Then again, he was with me and not them.

He called me his, and was very adamant about that fact, but in terms of a relationship? I wasn’t sure. Our constant limbo had me on edge; the only thing that calmed me was his touch. He anchored me then, cementing me to him.

I was happy Kelly didn’t stay too long. She was becoming almost scary in her stalker tendencies as she backward stepped out of the office so she was able to continue staring at him for as long as possible. Never mind that she bumped into the coat rack, knocked it over, and sent it crashing into the hall, hitting an intern carrying a stack of files. Paper flew through the air, landing all over the hall and surrounding cubes.

What did she do then? She batted her eyes and tried to help, bending over in a seductive pose, instead of apologizing to the poor intern she accosted. Her actions ruined his day as he now had to reorganize everything.

Thanks to her, the poor intern was going to be in trouble. I remembered being an intern, and some of the lawyers weren’t always the friendliest, even more so when something wasn’t right.

After almost an hour, I was rocking in my seat; the growing need for some sort of revenge began to grow inside me. Grabbing my phone, I walked to the bathroom and sighed in relief that it was empty. I reached behind me and pulled the zipper down on the back of my knee length, dark grey pencil skirt. I turned down one of the flaps and pointed my phone toward the mirror and snapped a picture.

It was a perfect capture of the top of my ass cheek: round, creamy, and soft. The smooth expanse of skin accentuated the fact I was bare under the thin fabric. Because of him. For him. My hope was that it would put him in the same state I was in.

I surveyed the photo and hit send.

After freshening up, I returned to our office and sat at my desk in a vain hope I could concentrate on my work.

It was soon apparent Nathan wasn’t going to allow that.

My phone buzzed, I opened the message and froze.

Oh. Fuck.

In front of me was a picture of Nathan’s perfect cock: hard, long, and weeping.

Is this what you want?

Moisture gathered at the apex of my thighs, and the ache intensified. Knowing he was in that state, mere feet away, and hard for me, was too much. Oh, how I wanted him, needed him, inside me at that moment.

It was all his fault. Wasn’t it my turn to take my anger out on him? I sighed, realizing the outcome of that would be my termination. Having the boss come in while I had Nathan tied to a chair as I rode him, naked and screamed in ecstasy, was not the way I saw my time ending with Holloway and Holloway.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I had to relieve the tension. I stood and walked around my desk before the sound of my name halted me in my tracks.

“Delilah,” Nathan called. “Your phone is buzzing.”

I slowly turned to look at him—his expression was impassive, but his eyes were a dark blue. I sighed before returning to my desk and looked at the new message he had sent.

Don’t you even f**king think about going to play with your pu**y so you can get off. The only way you are going to come is because I make you. Understood?

I nodded my head in an unconscious movement and sat back down. My phone buzzed again.

Good girl.

I snorted before replying.

Since when have we been in some weird Dom/sub relationship?

I watched him shift in his chair before the soft vibrating alerted me to his response.

Back to work, Miss Palmer. I’ll be sure to make it worth the wait.

With reluctance, I returned to work, hoping to keep him happy and avoid letting him make the day harder on me.