Engaged To The Tycoon

Chapter 9

His wrist turned counterclockwise, and he pressed his palm against my stomach while simultaneously pushing his hand under the waistband of my jeans and past the elastic in my pant's waistband.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and I pressed up into his hand. He split my outer lips with ease and ran his fingers around the outside of my slit, but he avoided touching my swollen c**t, which was the spot where I required his assistance the most.

He coiled his fingers around my juices and coated them with them. He withdrew his hand and ran his other two fingers over the slit in my skin, lightly brushing up against the sensitive tissue but not quite making contact.

In my desperation, I attempted to place my hips on his hand in order to seize him, but he skillfully avoided my grasp. I was mad with need. His fangs dug into my collarbone, and he whispered directly into the surface of my skin.

He uttered the words softly, "Beg me to take you." His tone was harsh, and I could feel it resonating through my bones. "Beg me to put you on that couch and r**e you while I bend you over."

Before I could even process what I had just spoken, the words were already out of my mouth. Oh, yes, I mumbled to myself. “Please.”

He took a stop.

Then, to to my everlasting chagrin, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants while also leaving a wet and chilly trail behind him. My legs went weak as pudding as he let out a hearty guffaw that rumbled from his chest.

"No," he responded.

It took a split second for it to sink in. “What?” I shed a tear. “Why? You requested that I do it... why?"

And with that, he laughed. When he saw me, he laughed.

"Miss Wayne, if you could obtain the milk for free, there's absolutely no reason for you to buy the cow," the man said. And at that point he placed his fingers to his mouth. He didn't take his eyes off of mine the entire time as he licked each of them clean one by one.

I spun around and ran away.

As I was about to lose my dignity, I barely had the presence of mind to grab my purse and the contract before it was too late. I didn't even stop to fix my hair before bursting through the double glass doors. I just went straight in. On the other hand, I went straight for one of the pairs of wooden doors and burst through it.

As I ran, I went by Allan. I didn't even bother to turn around and bid him farewell. I was in a hurry to get to the elevator, so my gait was a little off as I massaged my thighs together. I had the misfortune of slamming my hand against the button, but to my relief, the doors opened instantly. I managed to get inside just as they were closing the door behind me and starting their fall.

It didn't matter that I was in an elevator because I was so close to arriving that I forgot about it. I reached my hand into the pocket of my trousers, which caused my p***y lips to part and my clitch to become visible to my inquisitive fingers. My other hand was wriggling its way up under my ratty sweater and sliding beneath the strap of my bra as I desperately stroked my fingertip in tight, fast circles. I pinched my n****e and squeezed my breast, which sent a sharp pang of desire straight to the center of my stomach. My legs gave out from under me, and I staggered around the cramped area, holding onto the hand rail for support as my body burned with want. My groans could be heard throughout the elevator, and although the heat had rendered my face numb, my cheeks were on fire with embarrassment.

After dipping my fingers into my oily folds, I pulled moisture across my c**t, which caused me to slip and slide while simultaneously causing my hips to buck against my hand. In the dimness of my mind, I envisioned Silva Bryan dragging his enormous, calloused fingers across me, and with one last push, I dragged myself over the precipice. My back arched and I let out a scream as I thrashed and banged my head against the wall. Waves of pleasure were crashing into me, and they threatened to drag me out into a vast and hungry ocean that I had only recently started to realize was there.

My entire body gave the appearance of contracting in response to the force of my o****m, with my hungry tunnel appearing to squeeze tightly around absolutely nothing. It was not sufficient. That could never be sufficient. Not when I had the opportunity to be f*****g him. Even as I rode it out, my body was locked into tight spasms, and I almost burst into tears from the disappointment I felt.

After a while, the pleasure was no longer there, and by the time the elevator doors opened, I had barely enough time to remove my hand out of my pants.

In the lobby, there was a gathering of businessmen who were waiting. They forced their way inside, and I just about managed to keep my wits about me long enough to sneak past them and get out of there in time.

I had just m*********d in an elevator. And I'd arrive far faster than anyone else.

I quickly pushed past the receptionist and made my way out the door while gagging and wiping my sticky fingers on the inside of my sweater. Fall's crisp air hit me like a slap across the face, bringing me back to reality.

You couldn't even wait till you got back to your house, could you? I was thinking. Pathetic.

As I made my way through the growing crowd around lunchtime, my mind began to spin, and it took me three mistaken turns before I was finally able to locate the subway station. I immediately hid my face in my hands as soon as I was finally allowed to board the subway car.

nds and made an effort to ponder. The lingering aroma of my own juices on my fingers served as a constant reminder of the licentious manner in which I had conducted myself. I made an effort to sort through my emotions, but by the time I came home, there were not many gems to be found.

I was solely aware of two things. I detested Silva Bryan as a person. And I had every intention of f*****g him.

Perhaps in a number of different ways.

Confrontational Seduction

I was suffering from a severe hangover when I woke up the next morning and found myself in the office of a lawyer.