A hot rush of excitement filled her mind and body at the knowledge, but she tried to force it down, knowing she needed to focus on what was most important.

Confirming her recognition, he murmured, “You’re not to move until I say so, until I unbind you. Do you understand?”

She took a shaky breath, her eyes focused steadily on his face, instead of slipping over to the computer beyond him. “Yes. How long do I have to wait?” she asked.

“As long as I tell you to wait. You know very well that this is what you want.”

He was right. He was so completely, appallingly right. And she had no idea why she wanted it so much.

She shuddered when she felt his fingertips on her back again, skating lightly over her skin, generating little shivers of pleasure. She concentrated on holding herself very still as his fingers trailed down to her thighs, brushed very lightly over the lace of her panties.

She fought the instinct to buck up toward his touch as he lingered over the damp spot he’d found.

“You’re very wet,” he said softly. “And I believe you’ll only get wetter as you wait.”

He was right about that too.

She suppressed a whimper of frustration when he turned back toward his computer and started working again on the email pulled up on his screen. She could see some of the words from her position, and it was of absolutely no interest to her. None of the email in his inbox right now would be any use to her.

She needed to go much further back.

She felt exposed and uncomfortable and incredibly turned on, bent over the desk this way, stretched out completely, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Waiting for him like this. Completely vulnerable to him.

Arousal throbbed deeply in her pussy, in her entire body, as she watched him work. This hadn’t turned out exactly as she’d planned, but it would still turn out fine if she could just focus on the task at hand, rather than on the aching compulsion of her body.

He made her wait. And wait.

The minutes stretched on. The edge of the desk was pushing against her stomach in a way that was starting to hurt and she was so aroused it was deeply uncomfortable. She shifted a little, trying to get some friction with her thighs to take the edge off.

“I told you not to move,” Caleb said, without turning around. He was on his second email now, and was typing quickly, without hesitation.

“How much longer do I have to wait?”

“As long as I say so. Don’t let me hear you asking again.”

He was playing along with her. She knew that, of course. She was the one who had prompted this little game. He hadn’t pressured her into anything. But it was still unsettling to hear him order her around that way—completely in control of her, no softness to break the dominance.

She was breathing in hot little pants now, and she closed her eyes when she saw him turn his head to look.

“You’re excited,” he murmured.

She gave a little whimper, feeling his eyes on her.

“Tell me,” he ordered.

“I’m excited.” She shifted her legs again. She couldn’t possibly help it.

“You’re not allowed to move yet.”

She grew still immediately.

“Tell me what you’re excited about.”

“I want to come.”

“What else?”

“I want you to touch me.”

“What else?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She kept her eyes closed, but she heard him stand up and move behind her. Her whole body tightened in anticipation when she felt him slowly brushing the tips of his fingers up her thighs, over her bottom, and then back down.

And then finally—finally—he slid his hand beneath her panties and started to stroke her exposed pussy.

She gasped loudly and gave a little jerk of pleasure before she could stop herself.

He removed his hand. “I didn’t say you could move yet. Do you want me to do this for you or not?”

“Yes. Yes, please. I won’t move.”

She breathed deeply as he started to explore once more, her body tensing up when he slid two fingers inside her.

“Do you want me to make you come now?”

She knew he was aroused himself, because his voice was rough with desire. She knew well how to recognize it, and it relieved her, knowing he was affected by their little game too.

“Yes, please,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her hands in position, even though she desperately wanted to move.

“Okay. As long as you stay still, I’ll make you come.”

She breathed deeply as he started to fuck her with his fingers, the rhythm fast and hard and exactly what she needed. When she was tempted to push her bottom back against the penetration, she fought the impulse, keeping her body as still as she could make it.

“Very good,” he was murmuring, over the sound of wet suction from his fingers in her pussy. “You’re getting so tight around my fingers. I can feel how much you want this, and you’re taking it so well.”

She tried to smother the sounds as her orgasm deepened, tightened, as her body tried to prepare itself for release.

“I told you on the first day we met that I would prove something to you. That I could make you come without your help. Do you remember?”

She did remember. And she’d been so sure back then—it felt like ages ago now—that she would never give someone else control of a sexual encounter.

Of any encounter. Of anything in her life.

And yet here she was, submitting to him completely. With everything except her mind.

“Okay, when I tell you to come, you’re going to do so, but you’re still not to move. I still have you bound. Do you understand?”

She whimpered out her affirmation, her skin from her face to her belly flushed dark red from effort and pleasure.

“Come now, then.”

She came all around his fingers, as if he’d pulled a switch in her body. She bit her lip around the sobbing sounds of pleasure and made herself stay completely still, even as the spasms of sensation filled her, overwhelmed her, lingered.

“Excellent. Now I want to see your face as I fuck you, so I’m going to turn you over. But you’re still bound. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she rasped, filled with warm repletion and yet her body still somehow wanting more.

He unclenched her fingers from where she was grabbing the edge of the desk, and he turned her over onto her back, so she was sprawled out on the top of his desk.

His face was flushed too as he stared down at her possessively, like he wanted to swallow her whole.

“Fuck, you’re amazing, blossom,” he muttered, something deeper and hotter than lust in his expression, something she was too afraid to identify. “I’m releasing you now.”

She didn’t think that had been his original plan, but she was so relieved she didn’t think it through. She felt like she’d been rewarded when he gathered her up into his arms, propped her on the edge of the desk, and kissed her urgently.

They fumbled with his pants, and then fumbled with the condom, and then fumbled to get him in position—until he was finally moving aside her panties and sliding himself home inside her.

She was clinging to him desperately, her legs wrapped tightly around him, as he fucked her fast and hard, huffing out soft grunts as he let himself go.

And there was no way she could stop herself from loving how he felt in her arms, in her body—hard and substantial and warm and real and human. And there was no way she could stop herself from coming again as their eager motion built up toward climax.

She was coming with a loud cry, letting go of the last of her control, when she felt his whole body shudder through his own release.

He was gasping out words as the tension in his body began to soften, but she couldn’t understand what they were.

She was gasping out something too, but she couldn’t understand that either.

Finally, she was limp against him, still held in his arms. And it finally came back to her that she’d come into his office for a reason.