“God, what a pretty fucking picture it paints. Do you want to know how I’d do it?”
“No.” He shifts again, and I’m dying to see what he’s hiding from me. Desperate to drop to my knees and crawl to him under the table… lick the pre-cum from his pants. But that’s not what needs to happen.
If anyone is going to be on their knees, it’ll be him.
“Sure about that?” I slip my shoe off and drag my foot along the inside of his calf. His eyes go wide as his entire body jolts, his guard dropping as he fumbles and sends his notes raining down in a chaotic spread of papers.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Who, me?” I ask, maintaining an air of innocence as I inch higher, and he scowls even as he spreads his knees. A shaky breath pushes from his nose as I rest my foot over his crotch and tease. His hips jerk as he whimpers, just like I knew he would.
“You’re awfully hard for someone who claims to be repulsed by the thought of being tied up,” I say conversationally as I rub along his cock. “I think you want to be bound and helpless, don’t you?”
“No,” he grits out, even as his eyes close and lips separate, his face tilting towards the ceiling.
“You are dying to be at my mercy, with all your precious control taken away. Ropeburn on your wrists and fire in your veins as you fought, but you’d love every fucking second of it, wouldn’t you? I know I would. The thought of dark leather against that pale skin… you would be so pretty. You’d be a goddamned work of art.” I rub my foot against him harder, and he grips the ends of the table as he gives a rough thrust forward.
“Would you be my muse, Micah?” His head jerks in a nod, like he’s fighting himself not to do it. “Do you want to be my good boy again?”
The moan that slips free is loud and unrestrained as one of his hands falls to my foot, holding it in place as his hips roll faster. “Tell me your safe word.”
His eyes snap open, some of the haze clearing. “Wha-what?”
“If this is going to happen the way you want it to happen,” I give him a pointed glance as his cheeks flush deeper, “there have to be ground rules. I would never be so careless as to takeaway your control without giving you a way to reclaim it. What’s your safe word?”
He stays quiet as his mind spins, and I start to pull my foot back. He releases a pitiful whine and grabs my ankle, and I raise a brow as I glare. “If you can't find the courage to have this conversation with me, then we aren’t doing this.”
The uncertainty vanishes from his eyes as that fire ignites behind them. “Do not speak to me in that condescending way.”
“No? You only want me to tell you how pathetic you are when we’re fucking?”
“Howdareyou—”
A harsh, annoyed scoff rips from my throat as I shove backwards. My ankle burns as I wrench it free from his grasp, and I stand and lean over the table. “See something you like, Micah?” I ask as his eyes fall on my cock then slowly rise to mine. “Let’s get one thing straight. In your world, you might be a bigwig, important Archangel, but in mine? You’re just a shiny whore who’s desperate to be used. Admit it… you want to spend so much time on your knees that they’re red and calloused.”
His nostrils flare as his pupils dilate, and I can’t tell if it’s from anger or arousal.
Probably both.
“You fantasize about it, don't you? Having a scratchy throat when you call your next big meeting because I’ve fucked it raw.” My fingers circle his neck and he lifts his chin, giving me room. “You want to wear a collar around this gorgeous fucking neck so I can leash you whenever I want. Use you in any way I desire.”
My hand drifts lower, fingertips grazing his chest before I pinch at his nipple and draw a hiss from between his lips. “You’re desperate to be marked, aren’t you? Painted in my cum, inside and out. Covered in bruises and bite marks from whereyou’ve allowed me free use of your body. Fight it until you’re blue in the face, Micah, but you want to submit.”
He remains stubbornly silent, his eyes blazing with defiance. Looks like it’s going to be a few more days of beating off like a teenager who just figured out how his dick works, after all.
“Alright then.” I force calm into my voice as I sink into the chair again, and he’s surprised as he watches me. Guarded. “Let’s review these notes so I can go home.”
“But—” Micah starts, and my eyes dart up to his, daring him to argue as he trails off.
“Oh, trust me, I’m listening. Do you have anything to add to this conversation?”
Conflict brews on his face as his eyes dart between mine, his lips slightly parted, until he seems to deflate with a sigh and shakes his head. His uncertainty causes a flicker of something uncomfortable in the pit of my stomach—something that feels an awful lot like regret.
Until he opens his mouth again, and then all I feel is annoyance.
Chapter 5
Micah
