Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 2(105)

“Remove your bra,” he said.

I hesitated. He sounded so fierce, but the look on his face was one of calm confidence, like he never expected me to defy him, never expected anything but obedience.

“Mr. Landseer,” I said, voice wavering, coming out as more of a squeak. “You’re married.”#p#分页标题#e#

“Remove your bra,” he repeated.

I sat up enough so I could reach my hands behind my back. My stomach tightened and when I moved I felt the zipper of his pants pressing against my wet, exposed pussy. He watched me, relished in seeing me dispose of one of my last articles of clothing. I don’t know why, but once I unsnapped my bra and pulled my arms through the straps, I tossed it to the floor haphazardly, letting it join the mess with my other clothing.

“You deserve punishment,” he said. “Do you not?”

I nodded fast, heart quickening. Shivers from the cold passed through my body. Or, that’s what I wanted to think at the time, but his presence had me hot and flustered. There was no possible way I was cold right now with my body quivering in a heat of excitement. Here I was, some unknown women from the cleaning staff, and a temp for the day at that, almost entirely naked on billionaire CEO Asher Landseer’s private office table.

In the blink of an eye his hand cupped my sex. His fingers pressed against my pubic mound, forcing me to acknowledge their presence, and I arched my back and let out an unintentional moan.

“How do I punish you when you’re clearly enjoying this?” he asked. “Shall I remove this distraction first so we can begin your punishment?”

“Sir?” I asked. My breath felt like a fog, escaping my lips and covering my face in a warm, wet haze. Everything was a blur, like I was looking through an unfocused camera lens.

He never answered, didn’t bother to respond with his ideas. Instead, he snaked his thumb lower, spread my moist folds with his finger, and then pressed inside of me. My hips bucked upwards instinctively and I gasped, caught off guard. My fucking God, I thought, is he going to take me right here?

And, if he did, would I let him? Would I moan for him, accept his hard erect cock inside me? Some part of me despised the idea, disliked the treatment, but only a small part. A larger part wondered at him, wanted him to take me on his meeting table. Wanted him to…

He was married. I couldn’t, I…

Asher’s thumb bent and he pressed against the pleasure spot inside my intimate tunnel. My body betrayed my intentions, ignored the thoughts of his wife, his marriage, and the wrongness of this, and bent to his will. He wrapped his other fingers around my pussy, treating me like just another object, something he owned. With his middle finger he teased at my clit, pushing me higher towards the precipice of pleasure.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body tightened, muscles clamping down for the long haul. There was no long term for this, though. Asher knew what he was doing, and he did it well. His fingers expertly toyed with my sex and encased my crotch. It felt so strange, so different. I was exposed to the cool, office building air, but his hand radiated a warming heat that spread from my aroused slit to the rest of my body.

And then his fingers brought another kind of heat. A tingling sensation raced through me, the blissful beginnings of an impending orgasm. My pussy clamped down on his thumb, holding it in me, spasming around his intrusion, and the rest of my body soon followed suit. I squirmed in the throes of ecstasy, not even caring that I was openly displayed on his meeting room table. It was private, anyways, with the glass wall only showing through to his personal office. That shouldn’t have made a difference, shouldn’t have made the situation alright, but my mind wasn’t thinking rationally at the moment.

He allowed me to ride through my pleasure, grinning at my squirming self, before removing his hand from my crotch. I lay on his table, a hot mess, completely breathless.

“Up,” Asher said. “Now that your distraction is eliminated, I expect you to accept punishment.”

I scrambled off his table, fell to my knees, and looked up at him. This man, Asher Landseer, had just brought me to climax like it was nothing, and was staring at me as if he’d done nothing in particular. Another day at the job, another…

“Now,” he said. “Having finished my business meeting early, I find myself with some free time. I came back to my office, intending to read, but then you destroyed my book.”

“I can repay…” I started to say.

“The cost isn’t the issue,” he said. “That—” He frowned and looked softer for a moment, as if he were remembering something. “That book was special to me.”