It seems shortly after my outburst the meeting is over. I grab my pen and paper, ready to make a run for it, when Mr. Tate's voice rings above everyone else's. "Sara, can you stay back for a minute please?”
He points to the table to the seat directly across from him. “Have a seat."
Everyone turns and looks at me, and by the apologetic faces, they probably think he’s going to get on to me about my outburst. That’s fine with me. I’d rather them think that than what’s really happening here.
I let everyone pass me by as I walk back over and sit down in the seat across from him. As the last person shuts the door, he pulls the remote control out of his pocket and sets it down on the table in front of him.
"I liked your suggestion," he says.
I nod, not trusting my voice.
He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. He’s rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off his strong forearms. “Are you okay?”
I drag my eyes off his arms and to his face. That’s a loaded question if I’ve ever heard one. There's a part of me that wants to say to hell with this, strip down to where I'm naked and ask him to take me. He’s enjoyed watching me go to the brink and then drawing me back in. No doubt he likes the control. My whole body feels as if it's on fire and I'm going to erupt at any point. I can't take it much longer. This is madness. There's a part of me that hates him for putting me through it. I need to come. I need it now. I lean forward, and his eyes drop to my exposed cleavage. “What do you think? How the fuck do you think I am?”
Chapter8
Daniel
Her lower lip is puckered out as if she's pouting at me. I know I've probably gone too far. If nothing else, the curse words leaving her mouth is enough proof.
She reaches across the table as if she's going to grab the remote control, but before she can, I wrap my hand around it and pull it back toward me. I stare into her eyes. "You realize that blurting the word sex in a room full of men, that's what they're going to think of now when they look at you."
She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her chair. "I don't see how you could think that is my fault."
I lean forward. "I don't want anyone looking at you and thinking about sex. No one but me."
She shrugs her shoulders. "That's not my problem."
I grit my teeth and stare back at her. The need to lay her back on this big table and cover her body with mine is overwhelming. I could take her right now, and I know she wouldn't stop me. The way she looks at me she wouldn’t say no. But I have plans for her.
I lean back in my chair and raise my hand with the remote in it. Her eyes flash from my hand back to my eyes. Just as her forehead creases, I turn up the remote to level one, and she grips the side of the table.
With my eyes on her, I push the button to take it up another level. And then another. Her eyes close.
I lean forward and grunt the words at her. "Open your eyes and look at me."
As I say it, she pries her eyes open and glares back at me. She could stop this at any point. She knows that she can, but she doesn't want to. She just sits there and takes it.
I hit the button to take it up another level, and her body jerks.
She shifts back and forth in her seat, riding the toy that has her clit fully engorged. I turn it up another level, and this time she moans loudly into the room.
She's close. I know she's close... and I turn the toy off.
She reaches her hand across the table, and I pull the remote control out of her reach. I control her pleasure. Just me.
She’s glaring at me with daggers in her eyes. "No, I need to come, Mr. Tate.”
I jut my chin at her. I want to hear her call me by my name. “Daniel,” I insist.
Her body shakes as if she's shivering. "I need to come, Daniel." It comes out like she's begging me to give her the release that she needs, and I don't have the heart to deny her. I would give anything to have her come on my dick right now, but there's a time and a place for everything.
I turn the remote control up to a level one. "You need to come, baby?"
She whimpers and bites on to her lower lip, nodding her head. I turn it up level by level until I get to the ninth notch on the remote. Her body starts to convulse. As the orgasm shoots through her, her lower hips are shifting front to back, over and over as if she's riding the chair she’s sitting in. Her face is pulled tight from the immense pleasure. She groans and moans over and over because I don't turn the toy off. I let it continue bringing her to another orgasm. “Argh!” she bellows.
All my life, I've never watched anything as beautiful as her coming. I turn the machine off, and it's like she falls forward onto the desk, her arms splayed out, her head lying softly, and she's panting as if she's just run a mile. I count to ten trying to get myself somewhat under control.