Rejected yet Desired

Sky POV “Ehmmm…” I opened my mouth to say even a single word, but instead, only a little unidentifiable sound came out. Of course, no words would come out of my mouth due to the complicated state I was in at the moment. I couldn't utter a correct sentence. He doesn't stop at that. He pulls me closer to his muscular body, feeling his hard on press into my stomach. I feel my pants soak at this moment. As if that is not enough, he uses his strong and energetic hands to raise my chain, our eyes meeting. This time, I can't pull them away like I always do. It is like they have some kind of super glue that keeps me this way. “Why is it that you never want to look into my eyes?” he asks me in his husky yet seductive voice that always sends a shiver down my spine. I get tomato-red at just that simple sentence of course I always do. With him, that is how it always is. A satisfactory smirk forms on his lips. Damn it! He always has me where he wants me to be. I can't f*****g resist him no matter how much I try. He slowly raises his hand and rests it on my cheek before moving it slowly toward my breast area. My breathing is getting heavier as he approaches my left breast, which is already erect and waiting for his touch. ‘He rejected you, remember,’ the words keep playing at the back of my mind, but right now it is like my whole body has been taken over by someone else not me. Someone who is ready to be touched and tormented. “Don't close your eyes, look at me,” he says commandingly, and that is when I realize I had my eyes closed. So I am prompted to open them once again, looking at him still observing me. His eyes are all over mine like they could eat me whole. “Why is it that you are so hard to resist?” he asks me. Before I answer a single word, he pushes me across the whole of his office suddenly, with him after me. His hand cups my clothed p***y as the other pulls at my hair. “So wet even in this state,” those nasty words from his mouth just get me more wet. I can feel myself dripping. This is not a good thing for someone to do at this time of day. I mean, the day is so young, and anyone could come in here. His other hand leaves my hair and drags my neck toward him, his lips pressing on mine. It takes me by surprise, making me moan out. He takes that as a chance to enter his tongue into my mouth, beginning to roll it inside mine,a game that he obviously does best. I can't believe I might end up surrendering my virginity to him, yet he rejected me just yesterday. He rejected me the moment he found out that I am his mate, but right from that moment, he has been extremely obsessive with me, to the extent that he can't even bear someone looking at me. I wonder what he exactly wants. “You want to know what I exactly want?” he says suddenly. Damnit! I had forgotten that he was able to read each of my thoughts and knows what plays in my mind all the time. I just can't hide anything from him. That is it. “I will show you what I want,” he almost thunders at me as he rides my shirt up, exposing my twin erected breasts to him. “First, I want this,” he says, cupping both of my breasts in his hands but putting more concentration on the n*****s, which he pinches and twists around. I cry out—a cry that is a mixture of pleasure and pain. He told me earlier that he is the only one supposed to give me both pain and pleasure. I have no idea if this is actually what he meant or something else. “Move around and sit at my table,” he orders me. Even though it is not actually what I want, the truth is I find myself moving toward the table and sitting on it. He then moves toward me to his position in-between my legs, looking at my breasts with lustful eyes. “I think we should first get rid of this,” he says, as he completely gets rid of my shirt in one swift motion, leaving me half-naked. “Best sight,” he chuckles, getting closer to me and just then, there is a knock at the door. He pauses for a few seconds, and then another knock comes, this time a bit louder. “WHO IS THERE!” he thunders, moving toward the door and leaving me relaxed and happy at whoever has come to my rescue. Every time he gets me in that state, it is like I get senseless, and all I want is for him to do whatever he wants to my body.