Chapter 131: Chapter 130: Control Games
ARIA’S POV
The walk back to Damien’s office felt like miles instead of feet.
Every step sent the vibrator shifting inside her, the pulsing vibrations making her thighs tremble, her breath come in short gasps. She was acutely aware of every eye that might be watching her, every colleague who might notice the flush on her cheeks, the slight unsteadiness in her gait.
Emma glanced up as she passed, raised an eyebrow. "You okay? You look flushed."
"Fine," Aria managed, her voice barely steady. "Just....Mr. Blackwood needs something urgently."
"I bet he does," Emma muttered with a knowing grin.
Aria didn’t respond, couldn’t respond, because the vibrator intensified again and she had to grip the edge of someone’s desk to stay upright.
When she finally reached his office door, she didn’t bother knocking. Just pushed it open, stumbled inside, and locked it behind her.
Damien sat behind his desk, the picture of professional composure, except for his eyes. Those dark, hungry eyes that tracked her every movement like a predator watching prey.
"That took you two minutes and seventeen seconds," he observed calmly. "I said two minutes."
"I....I couldn’t....it was...." She couldn’t form coherent sentences with the vibrator still pulsing inside her.
"Excuses." He pressed a button and the vibrations stopped.
The sudden absence made her whimper.
"Come here," he commanded. "Stand in front of my desk."
She obeyed on trembling legs, her entire body wound so tight she felt like she might shatter.
Damien leaned back in his chair, studying her with clinical interest. "You’re a mess. Look at you. Flushed. Breathing hard. Can barely stand. And all I did was turn on a little vibrator."
"Damien, please....."
"Please what? Please make you come? Please turn it back on? Please fuck you right here on my desk?" His eyes gleamed. "You need to be more specific, Aria. I’m not a mind reader."
"Please....I need...."
"You need what? Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want."
She took a shuddering breath, tried to gather her thoughts. "I need you. I need you to touch me. To make me come. I’m so close already and I can’t....I can’t think about anything else....."
"Good. That’s exactly how I want you. Unable to think about anything except me. Except what I’m doing to your body. Except how desperately you need my permission to come." He stood, moved around the desk toward her. "But here’s the thing, baby. We’re at work. In my office. With an entire floor of employees just outside these walls."
"The glass is one-way...."
"The glass is one-way," he agreed, backing her against the wall beside the door. "They can’t see us. But they can hear us if you’re too loud. Can hear you screaming my name if I make you lose control. Can hear the wet sounds of me finger-fucking you. Can hear everything."
His hand slid up her thigh, under her skirt, found her soaking through her panties.
"So here’s what’s going to happen," he murmured, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric, teasing her entrance around the vibrator. "I’m going to make you come. Right here. Right now. With my fingers. But you’re going to be absolutely silent. One sound loud enough to be heard outside this office, and I stop. Understood?"
She nodded frantically.
"Say it."
"I understand. I’ll be quiet. I promise...."
His fingers plunged inside her alongside the vibrator, and she had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out.
"That’s it," he encouraged, his other hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Stay quiet. Take what I give you. Show me you can be good."
He worked her ruthlessly, his fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars while the vibrator pressed against her from the inside. His thumb found her clit, rubbing in firm circles, and she felt herself climbing fast, too fast, overwhelmed by sensation.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She forced her eyes open, met his gaze.
"I want to watch you fall apart. Want to see your eyes when you come for me. Want to see you struggle to stay quiet while your body shatters."
His fingers moved faster, his thumb pressed harder, and she was right there, right on the edge....
"Come," he commanded. "Come for me right now. Silently. Show me how good you can be."
She came with a muffled scream against his hand, her entire body convulsing, walls clamping down on his fingers and the vibrator so hard she saw white. Only his hand over her mouth kept her silent, kept her from screaming loud enough for the entire floor to hear.
He worked her through it, not stopping until she was gasping, trembling, barely able to stand.
Then he withdrew his fingers slowly, brought them to his mouth, and licked them clean while maintaining eye contact.
"Delicious," he murmured. "You taste like desperation and need and mine."
She couldn’t respond, could barely breathe.
"Now," Damien said, stepping back and straightening his tie like nothing had happened. "You’re going to go back to your desk. You’re going to work. And you’re going to remember that I can do this anytime I want. Can summon you back here. Can make you come. Can edge you and deny you. Whenever I decide."
"Damien...."
"The vibrator stays in." His voice was firm. "All day. Every time you shift in your chair, every time you stand up or sit down, you’ll feel it. You’ll remember it’s there. You’ll remember that I put it there. That I control when and how you get pleasure."
"What if I need to.....what if I have to use the bathroom....."
"Then you text me first. Ask permission. And maybe....if I’m feeling generous....I’ll allow it." His smile was wicked. "Or maybe I’ll make you wait. Make you squirm. Make you so desperate you can barely function."
"That’s....that’s cruel....."
"That’s control." He cupped her face, kissed her softly. "That’s what you agreed to when you submitted to me. Complete control over your body. Over your pleasure. Over when and how you come."
He was right. She had agreed. Had given him this power willingly.
"Now go," he said gently. "Back to your desk. I have a conference call in ten minutes and you have work to do. But Aria?" His eyes darkened. "Don’t get too comfortable. I haven’t decided if I’m done with you yet today."
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ARIA’S POV - 11:34 AM
The next hour and a half was torture.
Aria sat at her desk, trying desperately to focus on work while hyperaware of the vibrator inside her. Every tiny shift sent sensation shooting through her. Every time she crossed her legs or reached for something or even just breathed too deeply, she felt it.
And worse....she felt his eyes on her.
Damien had floor-to-ceiling windows in his office, and even though the glass was currently one-way, she knew he could see her. Knew he was watching her squirm. Knew he was enjoying every second of her discomfort.
At 11:34, Jennifer appeared at her desk with a smile. "Mr. Blackwood asked me to let you know his conference call ran over. He’ll need you to push his 1 PM meeting to 2 PM and order lunch for both of you. He’d like it delivered to his office at 12:30."
Both of you.
Lunch in his office.
With the vibrator still inside her.
"Of course," Aria managed. "I’ll take care of it."
She ordered lunch from the Italian place he liked....risotto for him, salad for her because she didn’t think she could eat anything heavier with her stomach in knots.
At 12:29, the delivery arrived. She carried it to his office, knocked once.
"Come in."
She entered to find him standing by the windows, phone pressed to his ear, gesturing for her to set the food on the small table by the sofa.
She did, started to leave.....
He snapped his fingers, pointed at the sofa.
Stay.
She sat, hands folded in her lap, trying to look professional and composed while the vibrator shifted inside her with the movement.
Damien finished his call, set down his phone, and moved to sit beside her.
Close. Too close. His thigh pressing against hers, his hand immediately going to her knee.
"How was your morning?" he asked conversationally, like this was a normal lunch between colleagues.
"Difficult. Distracting. I got almost nothing done."
"Good. That was the point." His hand slid higher up her thigh. "Did you think about me?"
"I couldn’t think about anything else."
"Perfect." He picked up his fork, took a bite of risotto. "Eat your salad. You need to keep your strength up."
"Why?" She was almost afraid to ask.
"Because after lunch, I’m going to make you come again. Then I’m going to send you back to your desk with the vibrator on low. Just enough to keep you on edge all afternoon. Just enough to make sure you can’t forget....even for a second....that your pleasure belongs to me."
Her core clenched. "Damien....."
"And tonight," he continued, his hand reaching the apex of her thighs, fingers teasing her through her panties, "tonight I’m taking you back tothe estate And I’m going to properly fuck you. Going to make up for the fact that I’ve been too busy this morning to claim you the way I want to."
"We just spent the entire weekend...."
"I know. And I’m still not satisfied. I told you....I’m insatiable where you’re concerned. I can’t get enough of you." His fingers slipped beneath her panties, found her wet. "And judging by this, you can’t get enough of me either."
She whimpered as his fingers circled her clit, barely touching, just enough to make her desperate.
"Eat," he commanded. "I want you to finish your entire salad while I play with you. Let’s see if you can manage it without making a mess."
It was the longest lunch of her life.
Damien’s fingers worked her expertly....bringing her close to the edge, then backing off. Making her squirm. Making her gasp. Making her struggle to eat while he systematically destroyed her composure.
By the time she finished her salad, she was trembling, desperate, so close to begging she could taste it.
"Good girl," he murmured. "You did so well. Now, as a reward...."
He pressed the button on the remote.
The vibrator buzzed to life inside her, and his fingers pressed firmly against her clit.
"Come for me," he commanded. "Right now. Give me another one."
She came with a strangled cry, her body arching, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa.
He didn’t stop. Kept the vibrator on, kept his fingers moving, pushing her into a second orgasm before the first had even finished.
When he finally stopped, she collapsed against the sofa, boneless, wrecked, unable to form words.
"Beautiful," Damien murmured, kissing her temple. "Absolutely beautiful when you fall apart for me."
He gave her exactly three minutes to recover before standing, straightening his suit, becoming the CEO again.
"Back to work," he said. "I have meetings all afternoon. But Aria?" He pulled out the remote, pressed a button.
The vibrator started again....low, barely there, but constant.
"This stays on until I say otherwise. And if you’re very good....if you manage to get some actual work done despite the distraction....maybe I’ll let you come again before the day ends."
She looked up at him, saw the dark promise in his eyes, and knew she was in trouble.
Because Damien Blackwood playing games with her body at work was going to be her complete undoing.
And she couldn’t wait.
