I’d never been so turned on in my life. The ropes added a level of pleasure I’d never known. They squeezed and rubbed so deliciously that I’d slipped away from myself, high on the sensations, and set free by my bonds. It made no sense, because how could being tied up with rope set me free? But it had. I definitely wasn’t the same person now as I was before because of Cyrus. His expertise both with the ropes and without blew my mind. The man was a stallion.

Forget the work reward; I just wanted the reward.

He stood and helped me to my feet, my legs still wobbly from kneeling both on his desk and underneath it for too long. The pain was worth it, though, because I couldn’t get enough of him.

I kissed him, grinding the heat of my naked pussy against his thigh.

“I want to fuck you with the rope,” he said, his breath fanning my cheek.

“And your tongue?”

He growled. “On the desk. Legs spread.”

I gasped as desire pooled in my throbbing, soaked pussy. It made me dizzy how much I wanted him. I scooted back onto the desk, my legs spread wide, and lay back with my heels on the edge.

His tongue sliding over his bottom lip, he smoothed his palms up over my knees, spreading them wider, and then dipped his head between my thighs. He took hold of the ropes below my breasts and tugged, chafing the fibers over my nipples, while he pressed his face to my folds. “I can smell how wet you are for me, Addie.”

“Yes.” I writhed underneath his touch, begging for more.

At the first flick of his tongue, my back bowed off the table. He sucked and licked and teased with the same skill he kissed my mouth. Maybe better. It honestly didn’t matter. My head was swimming as I raked my fingers through his silky dark hair to hold him there. My hips thrust against his face, and I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.

I’d never thought the man I’d always wanted would have me tied up on his desk while fucking me with his tongue. I almost thought my rope drunkenness had drifted me into another reality until I looked down at him. He was gazing up at me, and a wicked grin curled his lips as he pulled away slightly.

“What this reward system needs is more rope,” he said.

I laughed, girlish and breathless and more carefree than I’d ever sounded. The rough coiled bands of the rope in Cyrus’s hands rubbed gently against my clit, and my laugh turned into a loud moan. Probably loud enough for the guy with the vacuum in the hallway to hear. At this point, I was beyond caring about anything other than Cyrus and all the hot things he was doing to me.

While he teased my clit with one end, he prodded the other end into my pussy. Every band rubbed against my sensitive walls, but it didn’t hurt. Far from it. Especially when he towered over me, his forearm muscles flexing while he worked both ends of the rope. He dragged it back out and pressed it back in again, his fingers sliding inside me too. His movements were methodical, but his gaze was soft, almost worshipful. My hips bucked, fucking the rope and his hand.

I moaned. My insides shuddered. Another orgasm was quickly mounting, but I wanted him inside me. A quick glance down the front of his pants showed he was ready. I wrapped my toes around his backside and hauled him closer. “Your turn, boss.”

“I could get used to hearing that.” He dropped his pants, took his impressive length in his hands, and replaced the rope with his cock.

We both groaned as he sank into me. His hips started moving, and he leaned over the desk to kiss me. His weight pressed against the loose rope still between us, and every time he rocked, the rope rubbed against my clit. His solid chest against mine shifted the rope he’d tied against my nipples. They puckered even more and ached for his touch all over them. He didn’t disappoint. The rough skin on his hands fired me up even more as he fondled and pinched them. I raked my fingernails down his back while hot sensations pulsed through me.

Soon I was coming, clamping down around his cock in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. Cyrus’s followed, and he groaned into my mouth as he spilled inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, breathless and still connected.

“I’ve always wanted you like that,” I said dreamily as I ran my fingers through his hair.

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his hands caressing me through the ropes. “Just like that?”

“No. This was so much better than I could have ever imagined.” I had imagined sex with Cyrus, many, many times. But those fantasies were nothing compared to the real thing.

“Me too, Addie,” he said, his voice soft. Seeming reluctant to pull out, he stood and helped me to a sitting position. He removed all of the ropes with a tender touch, gently rubbing the places burned red, and kissing me all the while.

“Is this going to make things awkward?” I asked while we dressed, even though I was afraid of the answer. “You are my boss, after all.”

He crossed toward me, the muscles underneath his unbuttoned shirt rippling, and tipped my chin so I’d look at him. “No. Unless you’re uncomfortable with it.”

I shook my head. “I’m not, but normally places of employment frown on employees being tied up on top of desks. Underneath desks, too. Pretty much tied up in general. And that’s not counting all the mind-blowing sex we just had.”

“It works a little differently here at kink.club.” He fished his cell from his pocket, swiped a few times, then showed me the screen. “Especially when you’re the match of the boss.”

I blinked at the name. Addison Blevins. That was definitely me. “I’m your match?”

“Kink.club’s 97% success rate says yes. You are.” He brushed a stray hair off my cheek. “And I’ve always known it.”

I had too. I didn’t even have to sign up to kink.club.com to know he was my match.

“It wasn’t just my guilt over your dad that made me keep thinking about you over the years,” he continued. “It was you. Always you.”

His words melted over me, and I sank into them with a smile. But my smile froze. A sudden thought forced its way into my head, and I blurted it out just so I wouldn’t have to taste its bitter edge. “Is that why you hired me?”

“No.” He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me right in the eyes. “I got the text after I hired you. But it’s up to you if you want to stay here. With me. You can leave at any time, leave both me and the company if anything makes you uncomfortable. I can even transfer you to another department or branch. It’s all up to you. But if you stay...” He fingered the buttons on my shirt, his breath warming my cheek. “We’ll be putting that reward system of yours to the test.”

I shivered, enjoying the sound of that. We’d have to put ourselves on a strict schedule so we could get actual work done. Maybe put up a Do Not Disturb sign.

I couldn’t see how I could walk away from any of this. Great pay, generous benefits, an outdoor oasis on the bottom floor, interesting, relevant-to-my-degrees work away from most people, a sexy boss I’d been in love with most of my life, and incredible, kinky sex with him all over his office. How could I go wrong with all of that?

Cyrus must’ve guessed my answer from my expression because his face lit up and he chuckled, a pleasant sound I could get used to hearing.

I pressed my lips against his smile. “I’ve already been bound to you. I think I’d like to stay that way.”

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