Chapter 112 You did well

Chapter 112 You did well
When we pull away, I look back and realise the door is not properly locked. 

As exhilarating as taking the risk to go naughty with the possibility of something walking in is, I am not ready for that.

“ Let's get this door locked,shall we?” I propose, already headed there.

I lock the door, the click echoing in the quiet office.

When I turn back, Marcus is watching me with those dark eyes that have always undone me.

"Come here, babygirl," he commands, and I walk over to him, straddling him on his office chair.

My little skirt rides up my thighs and he places his hands there immediately. I can feel the heat from his touch burning through my skin.

Our gazes meet and I smile at him, seductively.

"You're in a good mood," he comments, his tone soft, and I smile, nodding my head.

"I'm with you," I answer, and his smile widens.

He brings his hand up to cup my face, his thumb brushing against my lips. His other hand moves down the back of my legs to caress my ass. He pulls me closer and I can feel his hardness pressing against my core through his slacks.

I grin at that realization.

His reactions are just what I expected and I can't help but love him for it.

"I'm glad," he says and brings his face to mine, kissing me.

It's a slow kiss, but his lips move against mine sensually. His tongue enters my mouth and I can't help but sigh against him.

I kiss him back and when his lips leave mine, I find myself chasing him, wanting more.

"You're going to drive me crazy, doll," he confesses, and I giggle.

"Then we'll just have to deal with each other's craziness," I answer, and he groans, bringing his mouth back to mine.

"I don't think you realize how much power you hold over me," he whispers, his voice husky, and I pull away from him, watching him with wide eyes.

"Do you trust me, Daddy?" I ask, and he nods his head, looking a bit confused.

"Yes. Why?"

"Because I'm about to show you how much power you hold over me too," I answer, and he looks at me, confused and intrigued.

I get up from his lap and stand in front of him, smiling.

He's curious and a little bit nervous, but he doesn't say anything, waiting to see what I have in store.

I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, watching him. His eyes roam my body, his gaze darkening, and I shiver under his heated stare.

I reach for the buttons of my skirt and undo them, letting it fall to the ground.

"Babygirl..." he breathes out, his tone low and dangerous, and I can see the bulge growing in his pants.

I want him, but I have something else in mind first.

I take a step closer to him and bring my leg up, resting my foot on the chair, right next to his thigh.

His eyes are immediately drawn to my sex and his breath hitches in his throat.

I place my hand there, parting my folds, showing him how wet I already am. I tease him a little, before moving my finger to my clit and stroking it, moaning.

"Fuck!" he groans, his voice rough and deep.

I love that sound.

His hands move and he grabs me, pulling me closer to him, making me straddle him once again.

"Let me have a taste," he begs, and I smile, leaning into him.

Our lips meet in a kiss and his tongue explores my mouth, his hands grabbing my ass hard.

"Daddy," I moan, and his hand moves up my thigh, his finger teasing my opening.

"You're soaking wet, babygirl. Is this all for me?" he asks, and I nod frantically.

"Only for you, Daddy."

He kisses my neck, and then my breasts, sucking on my nipples and making me arch my back, my hand moving to his hair.

He bites down and I hiss, feeling pleasure coursing through me like electricity.

His hand reaches for my clit and he strokes it, slowly and steadily, building me up.

"Fuck!" I groan, throwing my head back, and he grins against my skin, moving his lips to my collarbone.

He's still stroking me, driving me mad with pleasure.

"Please!" I beg, and he stops abruptly, his eyes finding mine.

He then grins and looks at his wristwatch.

"I have a meeting in exactly one minute from now," he mentions, and I pout.

"You've been a bad girl, Talia. Coming here to distract me when I have work to do. So, I'm going to punish you," he declares before walking to a drawer in his desk and pulling it open.

My eyes widen when I see what Marcus dangles before my face.

Ben Wa balls.

Silver and gleaming.

"This is your punishment, Talia. You're going to keep these inside you until I'm done with my meeting. After that, I'll show you what happens when you come here to distract me," he says, his voice dropping an octave.

I can feel myself getting wetter at his words.

"Now get over here."

I walk toward him and he pulls me to his chest, his fingers caressing my opening, making me squirm.

"Spread your legs," he commands, his tone making my insides clench with need.

I can feel my juices dripping down my thighs.

I do as I'm told and he inserts the first ball, making me moan. He doesn't stop until all three are inside of me, making me feel so full.

"Good girl," he praises, placing a kiss on my temple.

"Now, you'll wait for me in that seating area," he says, gesturing to the small lounge space in the corner of his office. "Sit there like a good girl. When I'm done with this meeting, I want you on your hands and knees on my desk, waiting for me. Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I say, biting my lip, and he grins just in time for a knock on the door.

"Come in," he commands, his demeanor changing completely to professional and businesslike.

His assistant walks into the office and Marcus takes his seat, pulling his laptop closer.

"Sir, the clients are here in the conference room," she says.

"Very well. I'll be there in a moment," he says, and his assistant nods.

She glances at me sitting in the corner—fully clothed again, thank God—and I can see confusion on her face before she walks away.

I take a seat carefully, trying not to jostle the balls inside of me.

The way they rub against my inner walls is almost driving me crazy.

I grab a magazine from the side table and try to distract myself from the urge to slip my fingers inside my pussy and fuck myself into oblivion.

Marcus leaves for his meeting, and I'm left alone in his office, waiting.

I keep looking at the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes.

It's hard to concentrate, especially when the balls seem to move whenever I shift even slightly, hitting my g-spot and making me clench.

It feels like forever before I finally hear footsteps approaching.

The door opens and Marcus walks in, his eyes immediately finding me.

"You did well, doll," he praises, and I look at him, my gaze hooded with desire.