Landen

 

 

She tastes just as delicious as I imagined. It's obvious that she's innocent, scared, wants to be careful, but is eager and willing. I've noticed the way she looks at me, the way she started to tremble when I laid my eyes on her, her shy gaze when I walked past her.

Sybil Young is the perfect little lamb. Her big, brown eyes clash with her surprisingly light hair and when she's lost in one of her whispered monologues, her eyelashes flutter in that involuntarily seductive way that drives me insane. I've wanted her from the day she was hired, but I couldn't do anything about it until now. I had to feel her out first, get to know her without making any obvious approaches.

I couldn't blatantly flirt with her during office hours, but I could watch her. Our interactions have been strictly professional until this sinful kiss, but even with all that distance and polite conversation between us, I learned all I needed to know about her.

She's single, and she's not used to being looked at the way I look at her. She's not an attention seeker, not a girl who flaunts her assets as much as she could, but a subtle beauty. The most endearing part about her might be the fact that she's not aware of her effect on men like me.

She melts beneath my touch, and while there was a moment of doubt on my part when I first went for it, I'm now more than certain that she wants this—and that she's perfect for me. I invade her mouth with relentless force, letting her know how much I crave her luscious body, and she agrees with every breath as soft moans escape her lips between our hungry kiss.

"Mr. Stark," she breathes in protest, but I briefly break our kiss to give her a look that tells her everything she needs to know in this moment.

She looks back at me with that naive expression I live for, that look on a woman's face when she's confronted with her naughtiest desires and the possibility of those fantasies coming true. Her eyes seem to be pleading for permission, but her moral center is wrestling for control.

I will make her fantasies come alive tonight.

"We shouldn't," she adds, biting her lower lip.

"That's exactly what people say before they finally dare to do something they've been wanting to do for a very long time," I say. "Something forbidden, something sinful, something they know they have to do or the need will drive them mad."

I pause and grab her by the back of her neck, pulling her closer.

"I know, because that's how feel about you, Miss Young," I add, and her brown eyes widen. "I know I'll go mad if I don't get to fuck you tonight, if I don't get to do all the things that I've been thinking about while watching you day in and day out."

"Watching me?" she asks, her voice high with disbelief.

I narrow my eyes. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

The blush that appears on her cheeks is enough of an answer for me. Of course, she noticed. She’s been casting me coy looks in search of confirmation for weeks now, as she was trying to allure me.

“I don’t understand why-”

“You don’t have to understand,” I interrupt her. “Just trust me on this. I have things to show you, things to do to you – and I’m positive you’ll enjoy yourself.”

I lean forward and she flinches when I place a kiss on her exposed neck. Soon, my demeanor will change and gentle teasing will be replaced by rough taking.

But I still need her to say it. I need her to say that she wants this.

“What things?” she asks, her voice breaking at the last syllable.

I travel along her neck, biting and kissing her sensitive skin as she leans her head back, inviting me to go further. But instead of following her silent request, I stop, straightening up and catching her eyes.

“Can you be a good girl for me?” I ask, locking her in place with my intense gaze.

She sighs at the words. “What do you mean?”

“You know very well what I mean,” I insist. I can see the sparkle in her eyes, a little flash of understanding. She’s not completely new to this, she knows what I’m talking about and she knows what’s expected of a good girl.

Yet, she may need a little nudge in the right direction. I glance over to her desk, where I spot the paper bag containing the present I gave her for Christmas. Every woman on the floor received a set of expensive beauty care products, a coupon for a spa treatment and some candy – except for Sybil Young.

Just as I expected, she hasn’t opened hers yet. I didn’t think she would, because she’s a good girl and knows that Christmas presents shouldn’t be opened before Christmas. Besides, it’s not like she was expecting to find anything special inside that paper bag.

“Open your present,” I tell her.

She furrows her eyebrows with confusion, unsure what I’m aiming at.

“The present I gave to you today,” I explain. “I want you to open it.”

“Now?” she asks.

I nod. “Yes, now.”

I let go of her to give her some leeway to move over to her desk. Sybil casts me a puzzled look, but does as she’s told. She walks over to her desk and peeks inside the bag, throwing another quick glance at me before she reaches inside to produce the first present inside, a small bag of cookies.

“Cookies,” she pipes. “Thank you so much.”

I raise my right eyebrow and beckon her to continue. “There’s more.”

She nods and hastily puts the cookies aside to reach for the second present, a square black jewelry box with a white ribbon around it. She looks at me with a tentative smile as she carefully removes the ribbon and opens the box to look inside. Her eyes widen when she sees what’s inside.

“Do you like it?” I ask, knowing that she’s looking at a leather collar with a little d-ring attached to the front.

She gasps in lieu of a reply. Her chest is heaving rapidly as her breathing accelerates. She’s nervous and scared, but above all excited. She doesn’t have to say anything for me to know.

But I still need to hear the words, and only the right answer to my upcoming question will make this Christmas Eve a night to remember for both of us.

I fixate her through narrow eyes. “Are you ready to play?”

She looks up at me, her lower lip trembling as she nods.

“Yes, Sir.”