Chapter 130: Chapter 129: The Game Begins
ARIA’S POV - Monday Morning, 9:47 AM
Monday morning arrived with the inevitability of sunrise.
Aria woke in Damien’s arms at his penthouse....she’d spent the entire weekend there, barely leaving his bed except for food and the occasional walk around his private terrace. Her body still ached pleasantly, a constant reminder of everything they’d done.
"Time to face reality," Damien murmured against her neck, his morning stubble scratching her skin in a way that made her shiver.
"Do we have to?"
"Yes. I have a company to run. And you have a job to pretend to do while actually just sitting at your desk looking beautiful and distracting me."
She laughed, turned in his arms to face him. "That’s not my job description."
"It should be." He kissed her softly. "But unfortunately, the board expects actual productivity. So we’re going to work. Together. Like a normal couple."
"We’re not a normal couple."
"No," he agreed with a wicked smile. "We’re really not."
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BLACKWOOD ENTERPRISES - 47TH FLOOR - 8:53 AM
They arrived at the office together....not in the same car, but within minutes of each other. Damien had insisted on propriety, at least in terms of appearances.
But the moment Aria stepped off the elevator, she could feel the difference.
People looked at her differently. Curious glances. Knowing smiles. Emma actually grinned and gave her a thumbs up from across the floor.
Aria settled at her desk, booted up her computer, and tried to focus on work.
Tried being the operative word.
Because Damien kept looking at her through the glass walls of his office. Long, heated looks that made her squirm in her chair. Looks that promised things. Dark, delicious, forbidden things.
By 9:30, she was already wet.
By 9:45, she was considering hiding in the bathroom just to get away from his intense stare.
At 9:47, her desk phone rang.
"Miss Chen, Mr. Blackwood would like to see you in his office."
Jennifer’s voice was professional, but Aria could hear the knowing tone underneath.
"Of course. I’ll be right there."
She stood on shaking legs, smoothed down her skirt....a navy blue flare skirt that hit just above her knees, paired with a white silk blouse....and walked across the floor to his office.
Knocked once.
"Come in."
She pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The moment the door closed behind her, Damien pressed something on his desk, and the glass walls shifted. Still transparent from the inside.....she could still see Jennifer at her desk, Sarah working across the floor, the normal bustle of the office.
But she knew what he’d done. The one-way privacy glass. They could see out, but no one could see in.
"Sir, you called me..."
Damien’s eyes flashed dangerously, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. "Aria, you will make me fuck you on this office desk if you keep calling me ’sir’ like that."
Her breath caught.
"Come here." His voice dropped to that commanding register that made her core clench. "Sit on my lap."
She crossed to his desk, her heart pounding, and settled onto his lap. His arms immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.
"Open the drawer," he commanded. "The one on the right. Bring out the box."
She reached for the drawer with trembling hands, pulled it open, and froze.
There, nestled among papers and office supplies, was a small black velvet box.
A box she recognized.
"Damien...." His name came out as a moan, fear and anticipation warring in her voice.
She knew that box. Knew what was inside it. Knew exactly what he was capable of doing with its contents.
"You remember." His smile was wicked, dangerous, absolutely predatory. "Good. That’ll make this more fun. Open it."
Her hands shook as she lifted the box, opened the lid.
Inside, nestled in black silk, was the small golden remote-controlled vibrator.
The same one he’d used on her months ago. The one he’d made her wear during dinner parties and business meetings. The one that had driven her absolutely insane with need while she tried to maintain composure.
"Now we’re going to play a game," Damien murmured against her ear. "A game called ’Damien Calls.’ Want to know the rules?"
She couldn’t speak, could only nod.
"Good. Spread your legs."
She was sitting sideways on his lap, but he shifted her, positioned her so she was straddling him with her back to his chest, facing the glass wall where she could see the entire office beyond.
His hands slid up her thighs, under her flare skirt, finding the edge of her panties.
"Damn, Aria," he breathed. "You’re already soaked. We haven’t even done anything yet and you’re dripping wet."
She whimpered as his fingers slid through her folds, exploring, teasing.
He brought his hand up, sucked his fingers clean while maintaining eye contact in the reflection of the glass, and her entire body trembled.
Then he picked up the vibrator....small, smooth, gleaming gold.
"Watch," he commanded, his free hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at their reflection in the glass. "Watch yourself take this. Watch your face when I put it inside you."
He slid it between her thighs, positioned it at her entrance, and began pushing it inside.
Slowly. So slowly. Watching her face the entire time, reading every reaction.
The intrusion was small but overwhelming. The vibrator seated itself perfectly inside her, nestled against her G-spot, and she moaned at the sensation.
"Perfect," Damien murmured, removing his hand and licking his fingers again. "Absolutely perfect. You take it so well. Like your body was made for this."
He adjusted her panties, pulled her skirt back down, shifted her off his lap.
"Stand up."
She obeyed on trembling legs.
"Now, here are the rules." His eyes gleamed with dark promise. "I have the remote. Whenever I activate the vibrator, you have exactly two minutes to make your way to my office. If I decide to play with the settings...." He pulled the small remote from his pocket, pressed a button.
The vibrator buzzed to life inside her, and she gasped, her hands flying to his desk for support.
He pressed the button again, and it stopped.
"If my hand slips," he continued calmly, like he hadn’t just made her legs nearly give out, "if I decide to keep it on throughout the day, don’t blame me. You agreed to complete submission. This is what that looks like."
Aria looked at him with a mixture of fear and arousal and desperate anticipation.
"Do you understand the rules, Aria?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I understand."
"Yes, what?"
She should have learned. Should have known better. But the word slipped out anyway: "Yes, sir."
Damien stood abruptly, his hand shooting out to grip her throat....not choking, just holding, claiming.
"Stop it, Aria. Stop calling me ’sir’ like that if you don’t want me to fuck you here and right now with people outside that door." His voice was rough, strained with barely controlled desire. "Or didn’t I show you what the consequences of teasing me feels like over the weekend? What do you want me to show you again? Do you need another reminder?"
The memories flooded back. Three days. Countless orgasms. Being claimed in every possible way until she was boneless and sore and completely destroyed.
Genuine fear mixed with her arousal now.
"I’m sorry," she gasped. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean....."
"Go." He released her throat, stepped back. "Get back to your desk before I change my mind. Before I decide that showing everyone in this office exactly who you belong to is worth the scandal."
She practically ran.
Out of his office, across the floor, her heart pounding, the vibrator a constant presence inside her, the remote in his pocket a promise and a threat.
She collapsed into her desk chair, her hands shaking, and risked a glance back at his office.
Damien was watching her through the glass, a wicked smile playing at his lips, his hand clearly in his pocket.
On the remote.
Any second now, he could press that button. Could make her gasp and squirm at her desk in front of everyone. Could summon her back to his office. Could play with her like a toy.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
Because she’d agreed. Had submitted completely. Had given him this power over her body.
She tried to focus on her work. Opened emails. Reviewed documents. Pretended her entire world wasn’t centered on the man behind the glass and the device inside her body.
Ten minutes passed. Twenty. Thirty.
Nothing.
He was making her wait. Making her anticipate. Making her squirm with the knowledge that it could happen any second.
At 10:47....exactly one hour after she’d left his office....her phone buzzed.
A text from his private number.
How are you feeling?
She typed back with shaking hands.
Nervous. Distracted.
Good. That’s exactly how I want you. Nervous and distracted and waiting for me to decide when to claim you.
Another text came through immediately.
Don’t make any plans for lunch. You’re eating in my office today.
Yes, sir.
She sent it before she could think better of it.
Her phone rang immediately. She answered, keeping her voice professional. "Yes?"
"My office. Now."
The line went dead.
And the vibrator buzzed to life.
Aria gasped, her hand flying to the edge of her desk, as pleasure shot through her.
She looked up, found Damien watching her through the glass, his eyes dark and hungry and absolutely merciless.
He pressed a button, and the vibration intensified.
She stood on shaking legs, aware of every eye on the floor potentially watching her, and made her way back to his office as the vibrator pulsed inside her with every step.
This was going to be the longest day of her life.
And judging by the look on Damien’s face as she entered his office and locked the door behind her, he was counting on it.
