Chapter 132: Chapter 131: Afternoon Games
ARIA’S POV - 1:47 PM
The afternoon was absolute torture.
Aria sat at her desk, the vibrator humming on low inside her....a constant, maddening presence that made concentration impossible. Every time she shifted in her chair, every time she crossed her legs, every time she simply existed, she felt it.
Felt the reminder that Damien controlled her pleasure. That he could make her come with the press of a button. That her body belonged to him in ways that went far beyond the physical.
She’d managed to respond to exactly three emails in the past hour. Three. Her inbox had forty-seven unread messages, and she couldn’t focus on any of them because all her attention was centered on the sensation between her thighs and the man watching her from his office.
At 1:47, the vibration intensified.
Not enough to make her come, but enough to make her gasp, her hands gripping the edge of her desk.
She looked up, found Damien on a call, his expression professionally neutral except for his eyes. Those dark, knowing eyes that watched her squirm with barely concealed satisfaction.
He held her gaze for a long moment, then pressed the button again.
The vibration stopped completely.
The sudden absence was almost worse than the sensation. Left her aching, empty, desperate for more.
Her phone buzzed with a text.
How are you feeling?
She typed back with shaking hands.
Like I’m going to die if you don’t let me come soon.
Good. That’s exactly how I want you. Desperate. Aching. Completely focused on me and what I’m doing to your body.
Damien, please.....
Please what? You’ve already come twice today. Greedy girl. How many orgasms do you need?
As many as you’ll give me.
There was a pause, then:
Careful what you wish for. I might take that as a challenge.
Before she could respond, the vibrator kicked on again....stronger this time, pulsing in a rhythm that made her thighs clench.
She bit her lip hard, trying desperately not to make any sound, acutely aware of Sarah working three desks away, of Jennifer on the phone at the reception area, of the entire floor of people who could potentially notice if she lost control.
The vibration increased.
Her vision blurred. Her breath came in short gasps. She was climbing toward orgasm embarrassingly fast, right there at her desk, in full view of anyone who might look her way....
It stopped.
She nearly sobbed with frustration.
Another text: Not yet. You don’t come until I say you can come. And right now, I’m enjoying watching you suffer.
You’re cruel.
Thanks for the complement baby girl.
Now get back to work. You have reports to file. And if you manage to actually accomplish something in the next hour, maybe....maybe....I’ll reward you.
She tried. God, she tried.
Opened a document. Read the same paragraph four times without comprehending a single word. Typed three sentences of a response email, then had to delete them because they made no sense.
At 2:34, her desk phone rang.
"Miss Chen, Mr. Blackwood needs you in his office."
Not a request. A summons.
She stood on trembling legs, smoothed down her skirt, and walked across the floor.
The moment she entered his office and locked the door, Damien activated the privacy glass.
"Come here," he commanded without looking up from his computer. "Under the desk."
Her heart stopped. "What?"
"You heard me. Under my desk. On your knees. I have a video conference in three minutes and I want your mouth on me while I’m on the call."
"Damien, that’s....."
"That’s what?" He finally looked at her, his eyes dark with challenge. "Too much? Too risky? Too dirty?" He leaned back in his chair. "You said you’d submit completely. This is me testing how complete that submission really is."
She should refuse. Should tell him this was insane. Should point out that a video conference meant people would be looking at him, talking to him, potentially noticing if something was off....
Instead, she found herself moving around his desk, sinking to her knees in the space beneath it.
"Good girl," Damien murmured, his hand stroking her hair. "Such a good girl for me."
His hands went to his belt, the sound of metal clinking obscenely loud in the quiet office. Then the rasp of his zipper. The rustle of fabric as he freed his cock....already hard, already thick, the head already glistening with precum.
"Open," he commanded.
She did, and he guided himself into her mouth with a groan he barely suppressed.
"Fuck, your mouth feels incredible." His hand fisted in her hair. "Stay just like that. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound. Just keep me warm while I work."
The video call connected, and she heard voices....professional, businesslike, discussing quarterly projections and market analyses.
And she knelt between Damien’s thighs with his cock in her mouth, the vibrator still humming low inside her, her entire world reduced to the taste of him and the knowledge that one wrong move could expose them both.
"Yes, I agree the Asian markets show promise," Damien said, his voice perfectly controlled even though his hand tightened in her hair. "We should allocate more resources there next quarter."
His hips shifted slightly, pushing deeper into her mouth, and she had to focus on breathing through her nose, on staying quiet, on taking him without gagging.
"Revenue projections look solid," he continued. "But I want to see the breakdown by region before we finalize anything."
He began moving her head slowly, subtly, using her mouth while maintaining his professional conversation.
The absolute control he exercised....over his voice, his expression, his body....was terrifying and arousing in equal measure.
"I’ll review the documents this evening and get back to you tomorrow," Damien said, his breathing just slightly faster now. "Thank you, gentlemen. Good work."
The call ended.
The moment it disconnected, his control snapped.
His hand tightened in her hair, and he began fucking her mouth in earnest—deep, brutal thrusts that made her eyes water.
"Fuck, Aria. Your mouth. So perfect. So good for me." His voice was rough, strained. "Going to come down your throat. Going to make you swallow every drop. Going to mark you from the inside."
She hollowed her cheeks, sucked harder, took him as deep as she could.
He came with a groan, his release spilling down her throat, and she swallowed it all, the taste of him coating her tongue.
When he finally released her hair, she pulled back, gasping, her jaw aching.
"Stand up," he commanded.
She did, and he immediately pulled her onto his lap, his mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss.
"So perfect," he murmured against her lips. "So fucking perfect for me. Taking everything I give you without complaint. Letting me use you however I want."
His hand slid under her skirt, found her absolutely soaking.
"Did that turn you on? Having my cock in your mouth while I was on a call? Knowing that if you made one wrong sound, everyone would know what you were doing?"
"Yes," she gasped. "God, yes."
"Then you deserve a reward." He pressed the button on the remote.
The vibrator buzzed to life.....high, intense, overwhelming.
His fingers plunged inside her alongside it, curling to find her G-spot while his thumb worked her clit.
"Come for me," he demanded. "Right now. Come all over my fingers like the desperate, needy girl you are."
She came with a scream she barely managed to muffle against his shoulder, her entire body convulsing in his arms.
He worked her through it, not stopping until she was boneless, wrecked, barely able to breathe.
"That’s three," he said with satisfaction. "Three orgasms before 3 PM. I wonder how many more I can pull from you before the day ends."
Before she could respond, his phone rang.
He answered it, still holding her on his lap, his hand still between her thighs. "Blackwood."
A pause, then his expression shifted to something warmer. "Julian. What’s up?"
Another pause as he listened.
"Tonight? I don’t know, I had plan....—" He glanced at Aria, something unreadable in his eyes. "Dinner? Both of us?" A longer pause. "You want to meet her. Of course you do. You’ve been pestering me about it for days."
Aria’s heart jumped. Julian. Damien’s best friend. The one person whose opinion mattered to him almost as much as his grandfather’s.
"Fine," Damien said. "7 PM. That new place in Tribeca you keep raving about. Yes, I’ll bring her. Yes, I promise to be on my best behavior. Stop laughing. I’m always well-behaved."
He ended the call and looked at Aria with a mixture of affection and exasperation.
"Julian wants to meet you. Dinner tonight. He’s been demanding it since I told him we were back together." His hand cupped her face. "Are you okay with that? Meeting my best friend? Being subjected to his interrogation and probably some embarrassing stories about my past?"
"I’d love to meet him," she said honestly. "He’s important to you. That makes him important to me."
"Good. Because he’s not going to take no for an answer anyway." Damien kissed her softly. "Fair warning...Julian is observant. Probably too observant. He’s going to take one look at us and know exactly what we’ve been doing."
"That doesn’t bother you?"
"No. I want him to know. Want everyone to know that you’re mine." His eyes darkened. "Speaking of which.....you’re going home early today. At 4 PM. You’re going to go to estate, take a bath, rest, and prepare for dinner. I’ll meet you there at 6:30."
"But I have work...."
"You have three orgasms and a vibrator inside you that’s been making you useless all afternoon. You’re not getting anything done today anyway." He smiled. "Consider it a half-day. Boss’s orders."
"You’re very generous when you’ve already gotten what you want."
"What I want," he said, his voice dropping to that dark register, "is you naked in my bed. But since we have dinner with Julian, I’ll settle for knowing you’re resting and preparing. Building your strength. Because after dinner..." His hand tightened on her hip. "After dinner, I’m going to fuck you properly. Going to make up for the fact that I’ve been too busy playing games with you to actually claim you the way I want to."
"We have all night."
"We do. And I plan to use every minute of it." He kissed her once more, then gently lifted her off his lap. "Now go. Rest. I’ll see you at 6:30. And Aria?" His eyes gleamed. "Wear something beautiful.’’
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DAMIEN’S POV - 3:47 PM
After Aria left....still carrying the vibrator inside her because he’d decided she’d keep it until she got home....Damien sat at his desk trying to focus on work.
Trying and failing.
Because all he could think about was her. The way she’d looked with his cock in her mouth. The way she’d fallen apart on his lap. The way she’d submitted so completely, so beautifully, so perfectly.
Damien set down his phone and allowed himself a rare smile.
Tonight is about showing Julian that he’d made the right choice. That Aria was worth every risk. That love...real, terrifying, consuming love.....was worth fighting for.
Even when it scared him.
Especially when it scared him.
