Chapter 20: Chapter 20
\# JADE #
The moment we entered into his office, the air of corporate professionlism he just showed the main secretary at the front desk vanished. Vane didn't wait for a word or a gesture, he swept me off my feet in one fluid motion, my coat fluttering like a dying bird before he settled me onto the cold, polished surface of his expensive desk.
His lips crashed against mine immediately, hard, demanding, and tasting of expensive bourbone and pure, unadulterated hunger. I let out a muffled moan into his mouth as his hands found my back, his fingers digging into the wool of my coat to pull me flush against him.
The contrast was staggering, the icy chill of the desk beneath me and the searing heat of his body pressing into mine. I felt his tongue tangle with mine, claiming me with a possessiveness that made my head spin. Every inhibition I had brought with me began to melt away under the sheer force of his touch.
His hand slid down from my back, his palm searing through the thin silk of my dress as he found the curve of my hip, hiking the fabric upward. He broke the kiss just an inch, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing in jagged, heavy sync.
"You're shaking, Jade," he murmured against my lips, his voice was dark. "Is it fear, or is it because you've been thinking about this since the moment you left yesterday?"
I looked up at him, my eyes wide and my breath coming in short gasps. "I've... I've never done this before," I whispered, the confession feeling heavy in the quiet of the office.
Vane’s eyes darkened, a predatory spark lighting up the deep iris as a slow, wicked smirk touched his lips. He leaned in until our noses were almost touching, his scent, expensive, masculine, and intoxicating, filling my senses.
"I know," he said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum right through the desk and into my bones. "That's why I’m going to devour you in a way you never knew was possible. By the time I’m finished with you, Jade, you won’t remember how to breathe without my permission."
His hand moved to the first button of my heavy coat, his knuckles brushing against the valley between my breasts. I felt my skin prickle, my body arching instinctively toward his touch.
"Every first you have left," he murmured, his fingers unfastening the button, "belongs to me now. Consider it as interest on the debt."
He pulled the coat open, his breath hitching as he saw the thin, black silk of the slip dress and the way it clung to my shape, leaving nothing to the imagination. He realized then that I was naked underneath, just as he'd wanted.
Vane stepped back, his eyes dark and dilated as he took in the full view of me across his desk. The expensive office lighting caught every curve, making the black silk of the dress look sinful against my skin.
"You look so pretty, Jade," he murmured, his voice thick with a heavy appreciation. That I couldn’t help but blush "Spread your legs apart. I want to see exactly how ready you are for me."
My heart beats loudly against my ribs, a final flicker of modesty warring with the overwhelming need to please him. I hesitated for only a second before I gripped the edge of the desk and spread my legs wide for him, exposing my V^^ to his intense, hungry gaze.
"Good lord," he breathed, his eyes fixated on the center of me. "Look at you, Jade. So wet and slick."
He moved back into my space, his presence looming and massive. Without warning, he dipped a long, firm finger deep inside me.
"Ahhh!" A sharp, ragged moan tore from my throat, echoing off the office.
It felt nothing like when I touched myself in the lonely safety of my room. His touch was firm, possessive, and carried authority. His finger moving inside my soaking heat sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my brain, making my hips arch upward instinctively, seeking more of that searing pressure.
"You're shaking for me already," he whispered, watching my face as he added a second finger, stretching me open. "And we’ve barely even started to settle the account."
Vane didn't give me a chance to recover. His eyes remain locked on mine as he reached for his waist, his movements slow and deliberate, designed to make me watch. The clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor sounded like a starting pistol in the silent office.
"You're so tight, Jade," he rasped, his voice sounding strained now, the cool CEO mask finally beginning to crack under the weight of his own desire. "I wonder if you're even going to be able to take all of me."
"I want to taste exactly how much you want this," he murmured.
Before I could even process his word, he dropped his head between my thighs. The first touch of his tongue was electric, a hot, wet stroke that made my entire body buck off the desk. I cry out, my fingers scrambling the desk as he uses his hands to hold me open, exposing every inch of my slick vagina to his mouth.
He wasn't gentle. He flicked his tongue over my clit with a punishing pressure that had me seeing stars. The sensation was overwhelming.
"Vane... please!" I begged, my head tossing from side to side, my hair a mess across the dark desk.
He didn't stop. He let out a growl against my skin, his tongue digging deeper, tasting the evidence of my arousal. I felt a climax building, a wave of pressure that started in my toes and coiled tightly in my stomach. I was falling apart in the middle of his office, completely at the mercy of the man who owned my family's future.
Vane felt the tremors racing through my thighs and heard the broken hitches in my breath. He knew I was right there, balancing on the jagged edge of a peak I’d never climbed before.
Suddenly, he pulled away.
The loss of his mouth on my pussy was like a physical blow. I let out a frustrated, whining sound, my hips instinctively jerking upward to find his mouth again, but he caught my waist, pinning me firmly against the desk.
"Vane... please," I choked out, my eyes fluttering open to see him over me. He looked perfectly composed, save for the dark flush on his cheekbones and the savage hunger in his eyes.
"Please what, Jade?" he asked, his voice a low, agonizingly slow drawl. He trailed one damp finger over my swollen clit, circling but never quite touching the spot that was screaming for pressure. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"Don't stop," I whimpered, my hands reaching out to grab his shirt, my knuckles white as I tried to pull him back down. "I... I need... please..."
"You need what?" He leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine, teasing me with the promise of a kiss he didn't give. "Say it. Tell me what you want from me and what you want me to do to you?."