Chapter 114: Chapter 113: The Second Claiming
ARIA’S POV - 5:47 PM
The office emptied slowly, like water draining from a bathtub.
First the junior associates, eager to start their evenings. Then the mid-level staff, calling goodbyes and weekend plans to each other. Finally the senior employees, briefcases in hand, exhaustion evident in their postures.
By 5:45, the 47th floor was almost deserted.
Just Aria at her desk, Damien in his office, and the security guard making his rounds two floors down.
She tried to focus on the email she was drafting, but her hands were shaking too badly to type properly. She’d made three typos in the last sentence alone.
6 PM. He’d said 6 PM.
She had thirteen minutes.
Her phone buzzed.
Lock the main door. Put up the "Meeting in Progress" sign.
Her heart hammered as she stood, crossed to the glass doors that led to the elevators. The lock clicked into place with a sound that felt impossibly loud. She hung the sign that would discourage anyone from disturbing them.
When she turned back, Damien was standing in his office doorway, watching her.
"Come here."
She walked toward him on trembling legs, every step feeling like a journey. Through the glass walls, she could see the empty office stretching around them. No witnesses. No interruptions.
Just them.
She stepped into his office, and he closed the door behind her. The click of the lock was softer this time but somehow more final.
"Did you think about it?" he asked, moving to stand behind his desk. "All day. Did you think about this morning?"
"Yes, sir."
"Tell me what you thought about."
Her face heated. "I thought about.....about being bent over your desk. About your hand. About how it felt when you.....when you made me....."
"Say it Aria. Don’t be shy now."
"When you made me come on your fingers while people worked just outside."
"Good girl." He loosened his tie, began rolling up his sleeves. The deliberate movements felt like foreplay. "And did it make you wet? Thinking about it?"
She couldn’t lie. Not to him. "Yes."
"Show me."
Her breath caught. "What?"
"Lift your skirt. Show me how wet you got thinking about this morning."
"Damien...."
"That’s Sir. And I won’t ask again."
Her hands shook as she reached down, gathering the fabric of her pencil skirt. She pulled it up slowly, exposing her thighs, her black panties.
"Higher. To your waist."
She obeyed, bunching the fabric at her waist just like this morning.
"Now touch yourself. Over your panties. Show me how wet you are."
This was insane. They were in his office. The glass walls surrounded them. Anyone could....
"Aria. I’m waiting."
She slid her hand between her thighs, pressed her fingers against the damp fabric of her panties. Even through the cotton, she could feel how wet she was. How ready.
"Good. Now bring your hand up. Show me."
She raised her hand, saw her fingers glistening even through the fabric barrier.
Damien’s eyes darkened. "Soaked. You’ve been soaking your panties all day thinking about me. Haven’t you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Come here. Behind the desk."
She moved to where he indicated, her skirt still bunched at her waist, feeling exposed and vulnerable and desperately aroused.
He sat in his leather chair, legs spread, looking up at her with those dark, hungry eyes.
"I’m going to tell you something," he said, his voice low and controlled. "Something I should have told you this morning."
"What?"
"These glass walls?" He gestured to the transparent barriers surrounding them. "They’re not actually see-through right now."
She blinked, confused. "What do you mean? I can see out...."
"One-way glass. You can see them. They can’t see in." His smile was dark. "I switched it this morning. Before you arrived. The moment I decided I was done keeping distance and ready to claim you properly."
Her breath caught. "So when we.....this morning...."
"No one could see. No one had any idea what I was doing to you. The risk....the fear of being caught....it was all in your head." He leaned forward, his eyes intense. "But you stayed quiet anyway. Took your punishment. Came for me like such a good girl."
"You let me think...."
"I let you feel the thrill of danger without the actual risk. Because I’m possessive, Aria. Obsessively so. And I don’t share. Not even glimpses of you when you’re falling apart for me." His hand reached out, traced the line of her thigh. "But the fear turned you on, didn’t it? Made it more intense."
She couldn’t deny it. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir. It turned me on."
"Good. Because tonight...." His hand slid higher, fingers tracing the edge of her panties. "Tonight I’m going to fuck you with my fingers again. But this time, I’m going to take my time. Going to strip you properly. Going to taste these perfect tits I’ve been thinking about all day."
Heat flooded through her. "Damien...."
"And you’re going to let me. Aren’t you?"
"Yes."
"Say it. Tell me what you’re going to let me do."
"I’m going to let you...." Her voice trembled. "Let you strip me. Touch me. Taste me. Fuck me with your fingers."
"Where?"
"Right here. In your office."
"While everyone’s gone home. While you’re supposed to be working." His fingers hooked into her panties, began sliding them down her thighs. "Such a bad girl. Such a perfect, obedient, bad girl."
The panties dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, standing before him in just her blouse and skirt bunched at her waist.
"Unbutton your blouse," he commanded. "Slowly. I want to watch."
Her fingers fumbled with the first button. Then the second. The third. Each one revealing more of her skin, the white lace bra she’d worn today.
"All the way," he said when she hesitated at the last button.
She finished unbuttoning, let the blouse hang open.
"Take it off. And the skirt. I want you in just your bra."
She shrugged off the blouse, unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Standing before him in just her bra and heels, she’d never felt more exposed.
"Fucking beautiful," he murmured, his eyes raking over her. "Come here. Straddle my lap."
