Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
"Yes. I like it when you touch me."
"Mm, good. And do you like it when I give you orders? Do you like being a good girl for me, Blair?"
Oh my god. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. I’m sure he can feel me shaking and can probably smell my arousal."Yes, Daddy."
"Very good. Now, tell me. What is your favorite part of your job, Blair? Do you like seeing my face in the halls and thinking about me fucking you senseless? Is that what you like about this job?"
I can feel my face heat up. Too far, too fast. I swallow, my mouth so dry now, and breathe, "Mr. Beckett, I–"
"You can leave at any time, Blair. You're not a hostage. I won’t dangle your job in front of your face. But if you stay, our game is about to get a little more physical."
"You won’t fire me if I walk away?"
He smirks and pulls his chair away from mine. "No. You’re free to go if you’re not interested or if this makes you uncomfortable. No is no."
The thing is, I’m interested. Very much so. I want to see this through. I want to see where it leads us.
His hand is still in my hair, and my heart is still racing. "I'm staying, Mr. Beckett. I'll obey."
"Good girl. Now, what do you say?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Brian laughs, low and slow, and it’s like his voice is touching my skin. It affects me so much."Good girl. Now, stand up and strip."
"W-what?"
"You heard me. Strip. Take off your clothes."
"Why?"
"You want to know why I want you naked? Because, Blair, I want to see you. All of you. I want to look my fill."
Why? Why am I so turned on by this? He tells me I can walk away any time, but god, I don’t want to. He’s ignited something in me, and I just want to burn.
My eyes flicker towards the closed conference room door, completely aware that there’s no lock to it. "Someone might walk in," I warn. My voice is high-pitched and nervous.
"Then you'd better hurry." He smirks but doesn't sound like he's joking. He doesn't sound like he's playing around. No, he sounds hungry. Desperate. Like a wolf looking at his prey. Prey that he wants to devour.
Without taking my eyes off him, I push myself to my feet. With trembling fingers, I unbutton my blouse. It's hard to keep my hands from shaking as I reach the final button, but Brian helps me out by sliding his big, rough hands under the fabric and pushing it over my shoulders. His fingers skim my bare skin, and goosebumps rise in their wake.
"Such a good girl," he murmurs, and it makes my heart skip a beat. The praise sends a thrill through me, and I can't deny that I'm enjoying it. Thoroughly enjoying it.
"You're beautiful, Blair. So fucking beautiful." His hands slide down to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing over the lace of my bra. "Are these for me, baby?"
I bite my lip and nod. "Yes, Daddy."
"Then I want them bare." His fingers pinch my nipples until they're hard.
A moan slips out before I can stop it. The sensation is both painful and pleasurable, and I don't know how to process it. Whatever the feeling is, it goes straight to my pussy, which is getting wetter by the second.
Brian smirks and tugs harder, eliciting another moan from me. "Do you like that, Blair?"
"Yes, Daddy." My voice is weak and shaky. It sounds strange like I'm not even the one speaking. But I'm enjoying this too much to care.
"Good. Now, finish getting undressed. Let me see all of you, baby." He steps away, giving me space.
It's a strange feeling, being so close to someone, yet still having so much space between us. I wonder if he's going to touch me or if this is just a show for him. Maybe he's trying to prove that he can control me, that he's in charge, and that's it. Or maybe he's just testing the waters, seeing if I'm into this. Whatever the reason, I'm not complaining.
Slowly, I reach behind myself and unzip my skirt. The fabric falls away, pooling around my feet. I step out of it and kick it aside, leaving me standing in only my bra, panties, and heels.
"God, Blair. You're a dream. A wet fucking dream," he growls and grabs my ass. "You're making me so hard, baby. So fucking hard. I can't wait to be inside you."
My head feels like it's full of cotton, the cool air of the conference room making me all too aware of just how exposed I am right now. When Brian says he wants to be inside me, I have to pause and force myself to really think. Because we can't go any further until he knows something about me—something I'm a little embarrassed by and I'm afraid might make him change his mind about me.