He carefully clamped one on. She gasped, biting back a small ouch.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, concerned.

“Yes, and no,” she said, shooting him the tiniest smile.

“Sounds like it’s working then,” he said, and moved to her other breast, clamping it down and giving a quick tug. The sensation was like a bite. The sharp, sweet sting of pain mingled with pleasure. “I’m not done with you, Michelle,” he whispered hotly in her ear, his voice like a hard warning. “You don’t come to my office and blow me and not get fucked.”

“I would hope to get fucked,” she countered, letting him know she might play these games, but she wasn’t a woman who’d ever roll over. She’d spar verbally even as he flicked the red heart on her breasts, sending an agonizingly delicious zing from her breasts straight to her core. Perhaps she might meet that elusive nipple orgasm today. She doubted it existed, but with the way heat pooled between her legs, she might start believing.

“I need you to understand me, beautiful,” he said, gripping her thigh. “This is my company. My office. My desk. I make the rules, and you tried to subvert them. Now I’ll show you how I run things here when a woman like you tears me away from work.”

“Show me,” she said, daring him. Taunting him.

He took another box off his shelf, then opened it, showing her a purple vibrator. “The Wild One. It’s new. You’ll be my personal focus group of one. The walls in my office are very thick, so be as loud as you need to.”

She eyed it suspiciously. “You’re not going to use that on me, are you? Has anyone touched it?”

He laughed, breaking his dominant character for a moment. “It’s never been used. I’ll clean it too,” he said, and stepped into the restroom attached to his office. She heard the water running, then the faucets being turned off. She leaned forward, peering into the bathroom to see him wiping down the toy. She smiled to herself. He was a good man to make sure it was clean.

He returned, and stood between her legs again, pushing them open wider.

“Put your feet up on my desk. Show me how far you can spread your legs.”

She lifted her heeled feet onto the edge of his desk. Not once did she think about how she looked. She knew she looked hot to him. She knew he wanted her badly as she sat perched on his desk, wide open, nipple clamps dangling, underwear soaked from her desire.

He stared between her legs at her wet panties. “We have a problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

“I don’t want you to move from this position. But I need to get those the fuck off,” he said, and stretched across her and reached for a pencil holder on his desk, grasping a pair of scissors.

Her eyes widened in fear.

“Don’t move. I won’t hurt you.”