Breach: The Boxset (16 page)

It was going to be a long day. I hoped that if Andrew came around, he wouldn’t smell Nathan on me again.

CHAPTER 17

He left me wanting, just as he’d intended. Left to sit all day, bare under my skirt without my ruined, confiscated panties, and so turned on my thighs were going to be chafed from rubbing together. I was also afraid of a wet spot appearing on my skirt, telling all what a wanton slut I was, though they didn’t know who for.

I went about my work, and of course, before ten hit, the Boob Squad was making their appearance. Two days without seeing him appeared to be torturous.

It would be…for me. Then again, he was with me and not them.

He called me
his
, and was very adamant about that fact, but in terms of a relationship? I wasn’t sure. Our constant limbo had me on edge, and the only thing that calmed me was his touch. He anchored me then, cementing me to him.

I was happy Kelly didn’t stay too long. She was becoming almost scary in her stalker tendencies as she stepped backward out of the office so she was able to continue staring at him for as long as possible. Never mind that she bumped into the coat rack, knocked it over, and sent it crashing into the hall, hitting an intern carrying a stack of files. Paper flew through the air, landing all over the hall and surrounding cubes.

What did she do then? She batted her eyes and tried to help, bending over in a seductive pose, instead of apologizing to the poor intern she accosted. Her actions ruined his day as he now had to reorganize everything.

Thanks to her, the poor intern was going to be in trouble. I remembered being an intern, and some of the lawyers weren’t always the friendliest, even more so when something wasn’t right.

After almost an hour, I was rocking in my seat with the growing need for some sort of revenge. Grabbing my phone, I walked to the bathroom and sighed in relief that it was empty. I reached behind me and pulled the zipper down on the back of my knee-length, dark grey pencil skirt. I turned down one of the flaps and pointed my phone toward the mirror and snapped a picture.

It was a perfect capture of the top of my ass cheek: round, creamy, and soft. The smooth expanse of skin accentuated the fact I was bare under the thin fabric. Because of him. For him. My hope was that it would put him in the same state I was in.

I surveyed the photo and hit send.

After freshening up, I returned to our office and sat at my desk in a vain hope that I could concentrate on my work.

It was soon apparent that Nathan wasn’t going to allow that.

My phone buzzed, and I opened the message and froze.

Oh. Fuck.

In front of me was a picture of Nathan’s perfect cock: hard, long, and weeping.

Is this what you want?

Moisture gathered at the apex of my thighs, and the ache intensified. Knowing he was in that state, mere feet away and hard for me, was too much. Oh, how I wanted him, needed him, inside me at that moment.

It was all his fault. Wasn’t it my turn to take my anger out on him? I sighed, realizing the outcome of that would be my termination. Having the boss come in while I had Nathan tied to a chair as I rode him, naked and screaming in ecstasy, was not the way I saw my time ending with Holloway and Holloway.

I couldn’t take it anymore—I had to relieve the tension. I stood and walked around my desk before the sound of my name halted me in my tracks.

“Delilah,” Nathan called. “Your phone is buzzing.”

I slowly turned to look at him—his expression was impassive, but his eyes were a dark blue. I sighed before returning to my desk and looked at the new message he had sent.

Don’t you even fucking think about going to play with your pussy so you can get off. The only way you are going to come is because I make you. Understood?

I nodded my head in an unconscious movement and sat back down. My phone buzzed again.

Good girl.

I snorted before replying.

Since when have we been in some weird Dom/sub relationship?

I watched him shift in his chair before the soft vibrating alerted me to his response.

Back to work, Miss Palmer. I’ll be sure to make it worth the wait.

With reluctance, I returned to work, hoping to keep him happy and avoid letting him make the day harder on me.

Then again, I found it wasn’t me I had to worry about. Andrew came and sat down on the edge of my desk a few minutes before lunch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the obvious displeasure looming on Nathan’s beautiful features.

The conversation with Andrew was innocent enough: talk of work, lunch, and the poor intern Kelly put into the dog house.

“Lila, it looks like you’ve got some dirt on your neck.” Andrew reached out to brush it away.

A slight twinge of pain alerted me to the “dirt” that he was brushing over. My eyes grew wide, my face heating up. Andrew’s hand stilled, and he bent down slowly. The motion of his hand faltered before his eyes lifted to meet mine.

“Oh, I see,” he said, the realization setting in. His hand dropped away from my skin and he cleared his throat in an effort to disperse the awkward moment. “So, I was thinking that little gyro place for lunch down the street. Sound good?”

“Yeah, um, they have really good chicken there,” I replied.

Without looking, I felt Nathan’s gaze burning into me.

“What?” I heard Andrew question.

I looked up to find them staring at one another. I had the sneaking suspicion that had we been outside the office, they would have been toe-to-toe, trying to duke it out. Whatever “it” was. I was certain it had to be a macho guy thing. Who had the bigger dick and whatnot.

“Nothing. Just trying to get some work done in here. Your persistent talking is distracting. Go bother someone else,” Nathan replied.

Andrew’s jaw tightened and his fist clenched as he stood from his perch on the end of my desk. He faced Nathan, and they continued their silent battle. I let out a sigh that seemed to bring both of their attentions back to me.

Andrew left with a promise to see me at lunch and headed out the door. I turned to look back at Nathan, now glaring at me. He mouthed the word, “Mine,” before turning back to his computer and continuing on with his workload.

I almost cried when we got ready to leave a few hours later.

Finally.

Release
.

Nathan and I ended up alone in the elevator for the ride down that night. I was pressed against the wall before the doors even closed. My body bowed into his, my arms around his neck as our lips crashed together, each of us desperate for some sense of control.

He pulled away and pressed his forearms on the wall on either side of my head before continuing our text conversation from earlier. “You would make a great sub.” His breath washed over my cheek.

“If the pain of whips and chains excited me,” I added. “Do they excite you?”

He chuckled. “No, Delilah, they don’t, but…” He paused, thinking. “Hmm, tie you up and fuck you any way I want? Oh, yes. I’ve got some positions I want to try. Ones that would open you up, allowing my cock to slide all the way in. Deep, very deep. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My cock buried all the way inside your tight little pussy? Fuck, that’s what I’m going to do when I get you home.”

We hurried back to our building, both of us near bursting from all of our teasing. He at least got off once, while I was left to suffer.

We weren’t even through the door of his condo when he had me pinned against the wall, grinding into me. Our movements were frantic and needy as he lifted me up and pulled me back into his bedroom.

He let me go and began loosening his tie, placing it on the bed before removing his suit jacket. His eyes were dark as he looked me over and licked his lips. “Strip for me, baby.”

Without hesitation, I began removing my clothing. He was watching me intently as he stripped himself. He groaned when I turned to unzip my skirt and lowered it to the ground, letting him get a good look at my backside as I bent over.

“Yes.” He nodded. “You’d make a great sub. Train you up a bit, and you’d make a Dom very happy.”

I turned and gaped at him.

“What? It’s true,” he said as he slid his pants off.

I knew he was teasing, trying to get a rise out of me. “I already told you, it doesn’t excite me.”

He moved to stand in front of me, his hands around my back, pulling me to him. “Have you ever tried?”

“I don’t like physical pain that’s meant to hurt. And are you telling me you’re a closet Dom?”

He leaned in to nip my neck. “No, but I do love to dominate, to take what I want. You especially. You make it so easy, like you’re begging for it. I may not have a playroom and toys, but I
will
tell you what to do because I own your body.”

I stepped back, my skin heating. It was true; he did own me. More than he knew. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“I can. Tell me, Delilah. Say it.”

I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes. I knew what he wanted. “Yours,” I whispered as I bit my bottom lip and looked at his chest.

His fingers made their way to my jaw and tilted my head up so we could meet eye to eye. “What was
that
?”

“I’m fucking yours!” I growled out in frustration and embarrassment.

“That’s right. Mine.”

He wasted no time at all in showing me how much he owned me.

“Feel that?” he asked as he stepped toward me.

I cocked my eyebrow at him. “Feel what? What are you talking about?”

He smirked at me and taunted me in a maddening, delicious way. “You don’t feel it?”

“I can feel you looking at me like a piece of meat, if that’s what you’re talking about?” I was growing tired of the distance between us. I stepped closer, and he stepped to the side.

“No, you don’t. You have to feel it first.”

I groaned in frustration. “Forget it. I thought you were going to make today worth my while, not play stupid games with me. I’m sick of this shit!”

I was ready to grab my stuff and head back out the door. B.O.B. was always willing to help me out, though he probably needed dusting off from the months of non-usage.

“I’m talking about that knot in your stomach. The wetness dripping down your thigh. Your pussy clenching and pulsing, ready, all just from the way I’m looking at you. If you can’t feel it, then you’re more fucked up than I thought.” He stalked toward me with that damn smirk plastered in place.

My anger was expanding with every second that he kept being such a prick. “Of course I feel those things. I’ve been feeling them all damn day long. So, what’s the point? You already know you do that to me.”

“That’s right, you
do
feel it. That’s me owning your pussy and your ass. Don’t you forget it. Andrew doesn’t do that to you. I know he doesn’t. You get wet for me and nobody else.” He got so close I thought for sure he would take me, but he kept enough distance to keep the moisture building and threatening to slide down my thighs.

“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?” I said.

“I’m a sick bastard because I see what I do to you? I’m not blind. Just because I can smell your arousal and hear your heart beat fly when I’m this close to you does not make me sick.” He leaned in even closer so I could feel his humid breath on the side of my throat. “It’s all about desire, baby. You want me, and I want you to want me. Quit fucking talking to Andrew, and I’ll quit making you wait for your release.” He slipped away from me.