Part 9

/HIS POV/

One minute he's standing right in front of her and the very next, Damon heard her exhale, shivering as they took a step closer. His fingers trailed towards the hem of her shirt. For a minute, he couldn't believe it, hesitant and wanting to change his mind. However, her flushed face was very inviting, and he couldn't control himself. Not anymore. 

He gripped the waistband of her long striped pants and pushed them down.

The CEO watched in bated silence, the pounding of his heart growing deafening as the red lace was slowly revealed. Thong. Red, lace thong. 

"Fuck" He whispered, eyes glued to the sight of deep crimson against soft honeyed skin, the way the fabric sits snug over her legs. Damon was sure that Mia liked the feeling of the material though. 

Damon placed a hand on her upper leg, the tips of his fingers curling into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and making his employee shiver again. 

"You are already wet for me, kitten" The CEO murmured, almost wondrously. 

He trailed his fingers over the top of the panties, noticing Mia tremble beneath him. Damon dragged a finger down the centre of the thong, hearing her suck a sharp breath. 

Mia squirmed at the feeling, blushing. It's blossomed from a soft pink to a deep red, so in a way, her cheeks matched her underwear.

Damon laughed, a quiet, mocking laugh. "Look at me."

"No."

That mouth of hers! The CEO crowded her all at once, leaning forward tentatively, and crushed their mouths experimentally. She exhaled shakily, overwhelmed, squeezing his hands so hard his fingers aches. Taking a harsh breath, he dipped forward with force, molding their mouths until she almost whimpered. 

"Look at me" He repeated. 

Her long, dark lashes cast a lovely shadow on her cheekbones as she slowly tilted her head. Damon couldn't breathe, his eyes piercing into her. He licked his lips, "Ask me to make you come."

She growled at him. "I will not." 

The way she had her lips folded together showed that she wouldn't be easy to bend. Whatever she wanted from him, she got it. Damon wasn't going to let her get away with it so quickly. He lifted her chin with his finger. "I want to hear you say 'please' Mia."

"Please, fuck you" She bit back. 

As expected. 

Spinning her around, he pressed her against the cold of the window, on her chest, and heard her groan because of the temperature contrast between the glass and the skin.

"What do you think of this, Mia? The whole city can look up and watch you being fucked, and you are going to love every single minute of it while I press you against the glass." He blew a hot breath in her ear.

She shivered, "I..."

No retort. Not even a little. That was new for him. For some reason, it felt odd to him. 

Damon just laughed in her ear at that, enjoying the way she's so plaint and delicate under his touch. "Do you want them to watch you cum?"

She whined in response, unable to form words with each breath pressing her more and more against the window.

"Say it. Do you want to come, Mia? Answer me, or I'll leave you here" Damon made a guttural sound, one that made her eyes roll and stiffen in his arms. 

When she didn't say anything for quite some time, Damon moved closer. "Just say it" His tongue jutted out and he licked the shell of her ear and then bit down hard. "And I promise I'll make you come."

"Please," She said, closing her eyes. "Please. Yes, I want to."

"Don't think I want to take this off," Damon murmured conversationally. He can't stop looking at the way her panties fit snug. 

The CEO slid a finger under the thin band. It's flimsy, leaving the tops of her thighs exposed along where the skin was soft and lighter. "Want to leave them on and make a mess of you in your pretty panties."

"Please" She breathed, voice wavering slightly. He sounded overwhelmed but eager, not nervous anymore. His fingers made its way to her shirt, slowly bringing it up and revealing the soft golden expanse of her stomach. 

Damon leaned in to nuzzle against it, hopelessly enamoured with the belly button. Except, he caught a flash of red and quickly froze, mouth dropping open in surprise and awe as she dragged the material up and over her head, leaving her torso bare except for the lacy bralette hooked over her shoulders and hanging loose against her silky chest. 

It's red like the thong, transparent and lace enough for Damon to see Mia's pink nipples through the fabric.

He doesn't realise he's been rendered speechless until her eyes dart to his, wide and unsure. Damon got a nod in response, so he carefully ran his hands up her smooth sides, keeping his touches tender and soothing until he reached the bottom of the bralette and suddenly, the breath in his lungs left his body. 

Damon traced over the hem, admiring the scalloped details before gently pressing over her nipples. Flicking over one experimentally, he received a sharp jump in response, her mouth falling open in a surprised gasp—the rough texture grazing over her already so sensitive nub. 

"Oh fuck" He heard her murmur.

Damon rubbed the fabric directly over her nipple and watched her head loll back. His employe whimpered, soft and high, arching up into the touch as he pinched and flicked at them, rough and teasing. 

He paused to cup both parts of the bralette, before pushing in, kneading and massaging at her chest until she's squirming again.

"Can't wait to get my mouth" He whispered, heart, thundering in his ears. 

Then he leaned down and mouthed at the fabric, feeling her stiffen as he licked a stripe over the lace and her nipple underneath it. Mia started shaking then, whimpering as Damon scraped his teeth over each bud and got into it, sucking and licking and soaking the lace with saliva. Making a mess just like he promised. 

The CEO felt lightheaded, a low thrum buzzing in his head as he leaned back to take off the singlet and press her against the nearest wall. Damon parted her lips with one finger, stuffing two fingers in her mouth and pulling at the corner of her mouth until it stretched. "What do you want me to do to you, kitten?" He murmured. 

Her mascara was smudged, eyes watery and glazed over as Damon ducked down to suck at her pulse some more. It allowed him to feel the steady pace of her heartbeat.

"Anything please" She cried, arching into his touch.

Damon wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her towards his messy desk. With one sweep, he cleared his desk and let her climb on top of it. The CEO pulled the delicate material and shoved the thong into his jean's pocket and bowed back down before her legs. 

Unsurprisingly, she had the most beautiful cunt he had ever seen. His mouth watered at the sight of her, and how she was practically dripping from all the attention, she received from him. 

He held eye contact with her as his hands spread her apart and revealed her wet centre. She bit her lip in anticipation as Damon had her open in the middle of the desk, in the desk of his office. His tongue flicked out against her for the first time, and she tossed her head back on a broken moan. 

Damon licked her up again, this time flattening his tongue and pointing it against her clit at the very end. Her hips wiggled at the feel of it, chasing for more. The CEO indulged her, unable to contain his desires of placing his mouth on her and making her come from his tongue alone. His lips covered her pussy and sucked teasingly against her throbbing clit as he wedged a finger inside of her. His tongue weaved in between each folds. 

The CEO nosed his way to her clitoris, knocking his fingers out of the way. He sucked the sensitive little bud between his lips and tickled it achingly with the tip of his tongue. Mia screamed out her pleasures, tossing a leg over his neck and keeping him steady where he was. Her hands were all over herself, touching her breasts, and sucking fingers into her mouth to contain just how incredible she felt, and back down to her thighs. 

She was a mess. Her hair was tangled from all of her squirmings, her wetness coated his face, and her cheeks were bright pink with pleasure. And just like that, she fell apart on his tongue.

"Now it's your turn" He breathed, pulling away and unbuttoning his pants, letting them hit the floor.

Instead of giving him what he wanted, Mia got up, pulled her pants back in place, slipping messily in  her shirt and faced him. She had a glint in her eyes and a smug smile on her face. 

"What are you doing?" He raised his brow.

"Walking away" With that, she rushed out of the room leaving him half-naked.

That minx!

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