Her Dirty Little Games (An Erotica Collection)

What?" I whispered, not because I didn't hear him... but because I needed to know he meant it. I needed to hear him say it again. Slowly. He stood calmly, walked around the desk, and stopped in front of me. "I said..." His hand grazed the side of my waist, "Unbutton your pants." My skin tingled where his fingers had just touched, and my mind screamed at me to move, to say no, to do something. But I didn't. I just stared at him. This man. This arrogant, impossible, maddeningly gorgeous man. Without thinking, my fingers moved down, brushing over the button of my pants. His eyes met mine. "No rush," he said, his voice softer now. "I like watching." Oh god. Heat curled deep in my belly. I undid the first button. The click echoed in the silence. Then the second. His eyes dropped lower, and I saw the way his jaw flexed. His gaze darkened as the second button slipped undone beneath my fingers. Then, suddenly, his hand was on my jaw. "Too slow," he murmured. Before I could react, his other hand moved fast, gripping the waistband of my pants and dragging them down hard. I gasped... a flash of heat bursting through my thigh as the fabric scraped against my skin. "Ow..." I hissed under my breath, instinctively reaching down. I looked down. A harsh red mark was already blooming on my upper thigh where the seam had dragged roughly against it. My breath came in shallow, uneven waves as he knelt slightly in front of me, his hand brushing over the red skin. He brushed his lips against the red mark on my thigh and a rush of electricity shot straight through me. My pussy clenched, heat pooling low in my stomach. Oh God. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper as his fingers traced the edge of my panties, teasing me. My heart raced when he finally slid a finger beneath the fabric, stroking slow, torturous circles around my dripping clit.  "We-we can't," I whispered, voice trembling. "We're in the office. This isn't... professional." But even as I said it, my hips tilted toward his touch. Collins smirked, his other hand slipping beneath my blouse, his palm warm against my stomach before sliding higher. His thumb found my nipple through my bra, rolling it gently until it hardened under his touch. Fuck. I arched into him without meaning to. "What was that?" he murmured, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers dipped lower, tracing my wet pussy. "Did you say stop?" I swallowed hard, my thoughts scattering. His fingers were right there, teasing my clit with just the right pressure, and his mouth was on my neck now, his teeth grazing my pulse point. I should push him away. I should say no. But when his thumb pressed harder, rubbing slow, perfect circles... "Ah...!" My protest turned into a gasp.  "Did you mean it?" he asked. I couldn't answer, because three of his fingers were inside me now, curling just right, and his mouth was on mine, swallowing every broken sound I made. Fuck, it felt so good. His fingers were still inside me, working me with slow, devastating precision, when he suddenly pulled back. My body clenched around nothing, aching for his touch. Collins smirked down at me, his lips wet from my mouth, his pupils blown wide with lust. "I'm not fucking you here," he growled. "Not like this." His fingers tightened on my chin. "When I take you, I want you screaming. I want you so full of me you can't think. So wet you can't walk."  A shiver tore through me. "But for now..." His grip shifted, his hand sliding into my hair, tugging just enough to make my breath stop. "Get on your knees." This time, I didn't hesitate. I sank down in front of him, my fingers trembling as I reached for his belt. The leather slid free with a soft hiss, the buckle clinking as I undid it. His cock strained against his pants, thick and heavy, and when I finally freed him, my mouth watered. He was perfect. I looked up at him through my lashes, watching the way his jaw clenched as I wrapped my fingers around his dick. His breath hitched when I leaned in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Then... I took him in. His groan was raw as my lips stretched around him. I savored the weight of him on my tongue, the way his thighs tensed when I hollowed my cheeks and sucked. "Fuck." His hand fisted in my hair, guiding me deeper. "Just like that." I obeyed, taking him inch by inch, my throat fluttering around him as he pushed in. His hips jerked, and I moaned around him, the vibration making his grip tighten. His breathing turned ragged, his thighs trembling. "I'm gonna..." I didn't pull away. When he came, it was with a deep, guttural groan, his release spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallowed every drop, my fingers digging into his hips as he shuddered above me. Finally, he stepped back, his cock still glistening from my mouth. His eyes burned into mine, his fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his darkened gaze. "Bad girl," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "I knew it the moment I saw you. The way you walk around this office... hips swaying, that perfect little ass bouncing with every step."  His grip tightened slightly. "Did you think I wasn't watching?" My heart pounded. He had been watching, all this time. A shiver ran down my spine. "Now," he said, his voice dropping to a rough command, "dress. Go back to your office. And wait." His eyes bored into mine. "No one can know." I swallowed hard, my body still humming from what had just happened. My fingers trembled as I pulled my pants back up, fastening them with unsteady hands. My thighs still burned where his grip had marked me. Collins straightened his tie, his expression shifting back to cool control as if he hadn't just had me on my knees, choking on his cock moments ago. "Wait until everyone leaves," he ordered. "Then I'll take you home." A pause. "My home." I nodded, my pulse roaring in my ears. "Good girl." With that, he turned away, dismissing me without another word. I stumbled out of his office, my legs weak, my mind spinning. What the fuck just happened? The office buzzed around me, oblivious. Keyboards clacked, phones rang, coworkers chatted by the water cooler. No one knew. No one had any idea that I had just been on my knees for the CEO. That I had tasted him, obeyed him. I sank into my new chair, my body still throbbing between my thighs. I should've been mad at myself for what I just did, but I wasn't. Instead, I was already anticipating closing hour, when he would take me to his place.