Aryan, standing behind the podium of the conference room took a good look at her as she walked in. She sat down on her usual spot, down the oval table, and flipped her hair, giving him a slight view of the tattoo on her wrist. He smirked at that. But his smirk was soon gone as she turned slightly, stretching her leg out to talk to Prakash sitting further down the table. The black block heels and the black net stockings got him thinking. Would she be wearing a garter with it? Damnit! He shifted uncomfortably. He was dying to know what she was concealing with her checked seemingly innocent red skirt. He balled his fists just as she turned to look at him. He saw a satisfied look on her face and he knew exactly what she was doing. Before he could react though, she winked at him slightly and turned her attention back to the guy near the projector, updating the team about their next sting operation.
He looked around hastily to see if anyone had caught on to their little interaction. Seeing everyone in their own world, he turned his attention back to her. He'd been right in naming her Jungli. She was a brat. And he'd have to punish her soon. He'd have to punish her for teasing him. He'd make her beg and scream for mercy and then some more. He gasped inaudibly as he saw her bend down to pick up whatever had fallen down. She was still sitting but her ass was sticking out slightly. If he didn't know better he would have not noticed the act. But he knew her. Knew her at the back of his hand. Knew her antiques, her quirks, her fetishes. He gulped quickly, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had gotten. Leaning back, grasping the podium, he couldn't help but close his eyes to the prurient images his brain cooked on It's own. Dammit! You need to control yourself!
Bringing himself back to reality he immersed himself in the file that was open in front of him. The meeting went on torturously. She kept fidgeting around in her seat and he couldn't help but gawk at her. He smirked at the pubescent beast she made him feel. Feeling visibly relaxed as the meeting ended and everyone started exiting, he felt his jaw clench automatically at the site in front of him as she got up to gather her stuff. Although the black jacket she had donned had most of her petite form covered, he figured she had her white tube top underneath to complete her ensemble. That sly Minsk! She knew exactly what would make him tick and he felt the amorous feeling take him to its high. Starting to walk towards her, he saw her hurriedly bid adieu to their colleagues she was chatting with and soon enough she disappeared. But not before glancing at him for a nano second. To anyone else the moment would be an innocent glance, but he caught the challenging hint her eyes shone with. So that's how you wanna play it huh? Gathering his stuff he left. Somehow willing his feet to carry him to his cabin instead of towards where he knew she'd be.
The next few hours went by in a haze for Aryan. The few times they were both in the same room, were what without a doubt, his personal hell would be. But he enjoyed it. He wanted to push her by letting her push him. As the last meeting for the day was about to end she asked him to be excused. Smirking he followed her after a torturous couple of minutes. He walked down the Corridor trying to figure out where she could be going. Soon he caught up with her but maintained his distance. He saw her enter into a ladies washroom and couldn't help the smirk that lit up his face. Slowly following her through the door he shut and locked it just as she turned to look at him. Giving him a look over she went back to freshening her lipstick. The bright red shade of it and the way she took her time with it forming her lips in a small o, made the monster that had been dancing around in him since he'd set his eyes on her today, growl. Putting it back into her jacket pocket she turned towards him. Her hip resting sideways on the slab infront of the mirror she said, "what the f*ck do you think you're doing here?"
He moved like a cheetah, which was impressive considering the Herculean figure he carried and caged her between his arms, his palms resting on the slab. Resting her ass slightly on the slab she tilted her head up as he towered over her. Taking in her haughty stance as the monster in him purred softly, he pulled her chin higher up with the tip of his finger and said, "Are you disrespecting me?"
"You're still in doubt? What part of the sentence and tone wasn't clear to you?"
"Shhh princess," he said, tracing the length of her face around her hairline to her jaw lightly, "you don't wanna wake up the monster do you?"
"And what if I do," she asked, her eyes locked in his gaze. The dark brown orbs hit him harder than a laser beam and threatened to drown him in them. Mine. She's all mine. Chuckling lightly he moved his hand down to the edge of her skirt, his face getting closer to her in the process. Their bodies oh so close yet not touching. The air around him grew thicker as he felt her breath get uneven and longer. He took his time to look her over once again as he appreciated her outfit. This is so much fun. The games were coming to an end and he knew how to win and collect the prize that was so rightfully his. But he wanted to increase the stakes. Chuckling he grazed his hand along the garter straps which he knew ended near his favourite destination. Tugging at it he asked, "aren't you being a brat, princess. We need to fix that don't we?" He finished his question with a tug and flick at the strap. The resulting sound wasn't much but he felt her slight sharp intake of breath and saw her eyes darken which was hint enough that it was having the desired effect. Moving his hand further up, continuing the path his finger was on earlier, he moved closer to her ears and whispered, "I see you've been reckless the entire day, poking at the monster. Has the fear of it disappeared or do you like being cocky," his baritone voice echoed slightly as his hand reached the hem of her underpants. Hooking a couple of his digits in them he inched towards her core. He heard her silently whimper, her eyes now closed. Tugging and flicking the hem he saw her eyes fly open as he heard the snap. A satisfied look set in his eyes as he saw her fumble trying to remember what they were talking about. Continuing to graze her thigh and the edge of her underpants he raised his eyebrows at her, coaxing her to answer. Her eyes closed automatically again at his ministrations and he could see her willpower and sass leaving. Which is why he was surprised when she whispered, her tone dripping with sass and seduction, "look at who's talking about being cocky." She opened her eyes before dropping them to his visible bulge at the weird 'cocky' which seemed to be inching towards her core on its own.
"Oh princess, you're so gonna regret this silly little act of yours," he breathed, biting her ear lobe, warning her of the fire she was playing with.
"Well I don't think you have it in you to make me regret anything," she breathed, her tone in contrast to her words. Grinning, Aryan flipped her suddenly, her back to his front, his hands at her bare waist and thigh, continuing his soft caresses. He discarded her jacket quickly and his mouth found its way to her shoulder and he started tasting her. His hands found its way to her core and he realised she was wearing crotchless underpants. Groaning, he slowly rubbed his fingers over her slick nub.
"Always so ready for me.." he murmured as she whimpered. Her one hand was on his hand which was at her core, wanting him to do more. Her other hand was at the back of his neck, pulling him closer, holding him there. Her wetness and slow grinding on his cock was driving him crazy even though there was a barrier of clothes. He put his two digits in her core, her slickness making his motion smooth. She groaned and started gyrating her hips slowly.
"Nah ah princess," he said, moving his fingers away suddenly and had the satisfaction of seeing her eyes fly open and her mouth resulting in a needy pout.
"This isn't a reward, it's a punishment," he said, pinching and caressing her waist. "If you don't stay still I'll play with your body but not let you come for the next twenty four hours." This made her still. He grinned at her obedient stance and flipped her over. Pushing and crashing his body on her as he descended on her lips. Sucking, licking and tasting every bit of her sweet cavern. The honey and strawberry taste made him heady with desire and he wanted to do nothing but kiss her for eternity. She met his attack on her with equal fervour and the monster in him went straight to his head. He pulled back to look at her. So beautiful! His eyes took their own sweet time to devour her. She looked back at him, the haughtiness in her marking it's return in her eyes. She jumped lightly and perched herself on the slab. Maintaining eye contact she positioned herself for his feast. Smirking, she leaned back, palms beside her and slightly parted her legs. With a hungry growl Aryan leaped forward and started kissing her like a mad man. Caging her with his arms at her waist, he pulled her by her ass so that his member lined up with her core. With his attack on her neck and rubbing himself on her, he had her whimpering and moaning again soon enough. Using the opportunity he swiftly removed her tube top, leaving her upper body naked. But instead of discarding the piece of cloth he held her arms behind her and tied them with it, all the while biting and licking at her collarbone. Once done he stepped back to enjoy his view again. That's when Imlie realised what he'd done. She tried moving her arms but it was of no use. He seemed to have his way with knots. Looking at him, looking at her like she was his favourite dessert had her blushing and she couldn't help but slightly move her hips, her core begging for attention. The wanton woman was making him fanatical with her acts. He lunged at her once again, this time taking his time with her breasts. His one hand tangled in her hair and pulled at it while his other had one of her taught buds rolling between his thumb and index finger. He applied the exact amount of pressure to have her moaning with pain and pleasure. Replacing his fingers with his mouth, his hand made its way to her core again. She was practically dripping now and he was loving the effect he was having on her. He slowly inserted a couple of his digits again and started with a slow rhythm. His thumb played with her happy button and her moans grew louder.
The low mumble of voices outside letting them know that they were done for the day, had her coming back to reality from the pleasure coma she was enjoying. But he didn't stop. He continued his magic with his fingers while his mouth did their job at her breasts, neck and jaw. Soon they heard light banging at the door from someone who wanted to use the restroom but Aryan had other plans. He increased his pace slightly as her eyes widened on realising what he was doing. Kissing her he said, "Shhhh be a good girl. Don't make any noise and you'll be rewarded. Okay princess?"
Her resulting nod and whimper into the kiss had him smiling again. While the bangs on the door continued, his act of getting her to her knees also continued. The added tension of not making any noise and that someone was right outside the door had both of them losing in the sense of their escapade. Aryan was itching to bury himself in her as he felt her juices coat and flow over his finger but he controlled. All in good time. He sensed her walls starting to clench around his finger and he moved down and attacked her lovebud with his mouth and teeth this time. he circled his tongue around her nub and bit it alternately. Shaking and screaming lightly she came and he lapped at her juices. Coming down from the high of having her undone like this he got up only to realise that whoever was outside had gone now. Without wasting any more time he pulled her down, turned her around and bent her over. His one hand supporting her by kneading her breasts he quickly let out his aching member. He pulled her skirt up, baring her core for his view again. The red on her dark skin was rendering him out of his mind and he couldn't help but smack her ass. She screamed and he moved his hand holding her up to her neck and pulling her upper body to him with her still bent over. All mine! He entered her making her scream. Throwing out any semblance of consciousness, he started pounding into her as she kept screaming with every thrust. One hand still on her neck, he placed his other hand on her core again and this time started rolling pinching and slightly tugging at her nub with his thumb and index finger. She was soon on the cliff, ready for the free fall as was he.
"Who do you belong to, Imlie," he asked with a grunt.
"You" she replied, the unmistakable need for release quite evident.
"Who do you belong to, Imlie," he asked again, not quite satisfied with her previous answer. He pinched her nub slightly harder than before which had her screaming his name just like he wanted to hear it.
"Yes. You're all mine. Only mine," he replied, continuing his thrusts into her and his stroking at her bud. His other hand moved down to her breasts to knead them as he sensed her walls clenching around his member. His thrusts grew frenzied and her screams and moans got louder as he continued what he'd been fantasising about for the past many hours. As they hit their pinnacle, with her shaking in his hold, he looked at them in the mirror and he knew the image would be sticking with him for a long time, while he continued his thrusts to draw out her orgasm.
Coming out of her slowly he straightened her and made her rest on the slab. She was still breathing heavily when she opened her eyes and looked at him with the biggest, goofiest smile on her face.
"Well how did I do on my assignment," she asked, winking. Shaking his head and slowly freeing her arms and checking if she was all right he said, "I wanted you to surprise me, not kill me."
"Well that's what you get for challenging me," she replied cheekily.
"Oh is it?"
She nodded still catching up on her breath while he dressed her back.
"Well then we'll have to come up with more challenges don't we," he murmured, kissing her all over the face.
"We definitely should," she said, pulling him into a bear hug and planting a chaste kiss on his cheeks as if they hadn't just done it in the ladies washroom at their office where he was the CEO.
