“I know you need this, my sweet girl, but this is my show,” I tell her, my hand finding the lower drawer of her desk. Opening it, I reach for the slick ropes I left in there in case of moments just like this.
“Hands on the arm rest,” I command. She looks down at me, her eyes crazed with lust, wide and aware. Her legs are still draped over my shoulders and they lock around my neck in excitement when she sees the ropes. I grin savagely at her, loving how much she trusts me with her body.
Evie moves her hands to the arm rest, her fingers gripping tightly in anticipation.
“Now, I want you completely at my mercy. Are you okay with that?” I ask her as I start to knot one of the ropes around her right wrist and the arm rest.
“Yes,” she nods frantically. “I trust you with my life, Harlow, both you and Queenie.”
“You know we both love you, right?” I ask, moving to her other wrist.
She manages to give me a soft smile. “I love you both so much, I love all parts of you.”
“Good. Because it doesn’t matter whose name you scream as long as it’s one of them.” I smirk, checking the ropes. “Too tight?”
She moves her hand, testing the ropes then shakes her head. “No.”
“Good.” I nod, then grab her legs and move them off my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” She asks, her face filling with the panic that I’m not going to give her the relief she needs.
“Relax, love. Trust me,” I soothe her, rubbing my hand up and down her calf. “I would never leave you hanging like that, okay?”
She nods, and I continue doing what I was doing. I grab a third rope and start to bind her ankles together. I glance up at her, and she’s watching me with a confused look that only makes me grin wider.
“I know you’re flexible; we’ve tested it out a few times,” I tell her, moving my hands under her ass to pull her forward. She looks like she’s sitting at an awkward angle, while looking at me like I’m crazier than normal as she waits to see where I’m going with this. “So, I thought, why not turn you into one of my favorite treats.” I grab her bound ankles and stand up, pulling them up over her head. “A pretzel.”
“Fuck,” she breathes, her eyes lighting up like she really likes where this is going. Her breathing starts to pick up again, and I look down to her pussy that’s now on display for me. And it’s fucking dripping.
“You gonna be my little pretzel, Evie? Give me the best fucking snack I’ve ever had?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I slip her ankles behind her head and grab the small sex wedge pillow from the drawer and slip it behind her head, so that her ankles aren’t digging into her neck.
“You really think of everything don’t you?” she breathes.
I get back down on my knees, not able to see her face anymore because of how she’s laid back in the chair. As much as I’d love to watch the look on her face when she’s squirting all over my mouth and chin, I rather her be comfortable.
“I love playing with you in your office. You work so hard, and deserve to relax. And what’s more relaxing than a few orgasms?”
Feeling like I left my girl waiting long enough, I get back to what’s important. “Ready, baby?”
“Fuck, yes,” she breathes.
Using the tip of my tongue, I flick it back and forth over her swollen clit.
“Harlow,” she gasps, and I slap her ass in warning.
“Quiet. Only sounds of pleasure until you’re cumming, then you can scream my name.” She whimpers, and I get back to work.
I take my time, getting her worked up until she's mewling underneath me, completely at my mercy. I trace her pussy with my tongue, taking turns between dipping it into her entrance and back up and over her clit.
She’s so worked up she’s practically sobbing, desperate to cum. And I hate seeing my girl wanting, so I give her what she needs. Locking my lips around her clit, I suck and lick, over and over again.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she repeats over and over, but she’s lost in her own pleasure, so I let it slide.
Without moving away from her pussy, I reach back into the drawer and grab the small vibrator. I wait until it’s next to her clit before turning it on and replacing my mouth with it.