Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
"Nothing!" The word burst out of her, desperate and breathless.
"Wrong answer."
She started pushing her chair back, the wheels scraping against the polished floor.
"Stop."
She froze mid-motion, her hands still gripping the armrests.
"I need you to be really close—" Wynd purred the words out in a dangerously silkened tone that had all the women in his past forgetting their own names. "—if I'm going to punish you properly."
"P-Punish?"
She croaked the word out, but her voice was tinged with both horror and helpless desire.
"Yes."
His confirmation had Star looking around as if everything was new to her. And indeed it was, since she now knew that this boardroom was about to turn into her torture chamber.
Perfect.
Anticipation was always worse than the actual punishment itself, and half the pleasure came from watching how she was now tormenting herself. Star was now squirming restlessly in her seat, hands tightly gripping the armrests as she pressed her thighs together in an obvious bid to relieve the aching need he could practically feel radiating from her.
"Turn your chair to face me, Ms. Moreno."
She swallowed hard, the sound audible in the quiet room. "W-Wynd—"
"Mr. Sullivan would be more appropriate," he corrected in that same dangerously silkened purr, "considering we're at your workplace."
The words had her biting down hard on her lower lip, and the sight of those perfect white teeth against soft pink flesh sent heat straight to his groin.
"Need I remind you again?" he asked quietly, his gaze fixed on her mouth. "If you keep doing that, you're tempting me to break my word."
"I'm s-sorry, M-Mr. Sullivan." She released her lip immediately, but the damage was done. It was swollen now, glistening, and the sight had him wanting to punish her even more.
"Now come closer."
Her chair swiveled in his direction as she wheeled it toward him, the movement hesitant and jerky.
"Closer."
Another inch.
"More."
Another inch.
"More."
And another, until he heard her sharp intake of breath as their knees finally bumped against each other.
The contact was electric, even through layers of clothing, and it caused her to gasp, the sound underscored by helpless yearning.
"And now..."
Wynd adopted a tone to make it seem as if they were simply discussing quarterly reports instead of her complete surrender, and he waited until her dazed gaze was lifted to his before issuing his next command.
"I need you naked under your skirt."
The shock on her face was a delicious sight...but it was not enough.
"You don't have to worry about the security cameras," he continued in that same reasonable tone, gesturing casually toward the corners of the room. "All they'll see from that angle are our faces. They won't know what's happening...unless, of course, your expression gives everything away."
She shook her head. "Wy—Mr. S-Sullivan, p-please."
"This punishment can get a lot worse if you don't do what I ask in the next five seconds."
"I..." She started to speak, then stopped, her mouth opening and closing like she couldn't find the words.
"Please..."
"It's..."
The five seconds were up, and being a man of his word, Wynd reached for the remote control on the conference table and pressed a button with deliberate slowness.
"Mr. Sullivan!"
But it was too late. The automated blinds began rolling up with a quiet mechanical hum, and in mere moments, the two of them were completely exposed to anyone who happened to walk past the boardroom. The view was crystal clear: two figures seated close together at the conference table, apparently engaged in an intimate business discussion.
He turned to her, leaning forward until his breath fanned across her face. "Will you now do as I say?"
Star looked at him, lip trembling hard, and her voice even more tremulous as words of surrender came tumbling out. "Y-Yes, Mr. Sullivan."
She rose shakily to her feet, and she almost had him smiling again, with how she bent down as if accidentally dropping something near her chair...when what she was really doing was stepping out of the delicate scrap of silk that had been hidden beneath her modest skirt.
"Give it to me, please."
Her fingers trembled as she placed the ivory silk in his outstretched palm. The fabric was warm from her body and damp with her arousal, and his jaw clenched at the evidence of her desire.
He could feel her wide-eyed gaze following his every move as he tucked the silk into his inner jacket pocket, right over his heart.
"This is mine now."
"B-But—"
Wynd raised a brow. "Are you complaining, Ms. Moreno?"
She quickly shook her head, sending her dark hair swaying around her shoulders.
"You're learning. Good."
Wynd reached for one of the folders that had been waiting on the conference table. "Now, let's see..." He glanced at her over the folder, his expression all business despite the intimate game they were playing. "We need to make this look realistic, Star."
"S-Sorry..." She hastily grabbed the other folder from the desk, her movements jerky with nerves.
"Are you nervous?"
"What do you think?"