Chapter 10

Blair

I just about come in my pants when Chastity walks into the room the company reserved for our holiday party. It’s one thing to see Chastity’s body in business clothes, but tonight she’s gone all out. She’s wearing a tight red dress with cleavage busting out, and her curves look killer. A territorial growl rises in my throat when I see Trent from marketing bearing down on her. I abandon the glass of champagne I was about to reach for and hurry to intercept him, reaching her just seconds before he does. Trent backs down, smart enough not to challenge me, and quickly detours as though it was his intention all along. Chastity seems completely oblivious to his presence, which suits me fine.

“You look stunning,” I tell her, looking her up and down.

She smiles and looks away, leaning back a bit. “My friend Vicki helped me get ready. I feel like it’s a little over-the-top.”

“I love the way you look either way, but it’s nice to see this vixen side of you every now and then.” My gaze dips once more to her cleavage. “Very nice.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs, but there’s a flush in her cheeks. I put her arm through mine. “Come. Let me buy you a drink.”

Her lips tilt upward and I almost kiss her before I remember where we are.

“I guess that’s literally true,” she smiles, “since you and Liam are paying for the party.”

When you’re paying for an open bar, it doesn’t take long to get service from the bartender, which is great, but I’m unimpressed by how his eyes keep going to her cleavage. I have the caveman instinct to drag her off and cover her up — or or more accurately, drag her off and rip her clothes off myself.

“Where is Liam?” she asks, as she accepts the drink.

“Liam? He’s running a bit behind. He had a meeting this afternoon.” The meeting was with an investor. I’m pretty happy he’ll be late, because it gives me a chance to have chastity all to myself.

“Should we dance?” She asks.

I nod and pull her over to the dance floor, where only a few other couples are dancing. I force myself to hold Chastity at a respectable distance and not ravish her on the dance floor in front of all my employees -- at least before they’ve gotten liquored up a bit.

We dance a couple of dances, and I get another drink in her and myself, until we’re both starting to feel a good buzz. She’s relaxed and giggly, and before long it seems natural to do my caveman act. Just a bit more subtly. We drift toward my office for some time alone. She curves against me and follows where I lead her.

When we reach my office, I sit in my chair and pull her onto my lap. She snuggles against me without even a hint of protest. Her head fits under my chin perfectly and she feels good in my arms. I am content just holding her for a moment, though my cock is already straining against my pants.

When she shifts slightly on my lap, and comes into full contact with the length of my cock, she stops. She looked up at me with shining brown eyes. Her lips are colored dusky red, and I can’t resist the urge to taste her. I kiss her with all the passion and need burning inside me. She moans softly as my hands move over her body. Cupping her breasts is like heaven, and I tug lightly at her nipples, which makes her squirm. The warmth of her pussy presses against my leg and I need to taste it more than anything ever needed in my life, so I lift her off my lap and lay her across my desk. Her mouth opens in a startled little ‘o.’

Standing up, I ease her fitted skirt up and over her hips to gather at her waist. Her sweet pussy is covered by thin scrap of red silk, and she’s so wet I know that virgin or not, she wants me.

My hands are trembling as I pull at her panties, unable to get them to come off with her ass planted against the desk. With a growl of frustration, I rip one side and then the other, which makes her squeal in protest before giggling.

The panties out of the way, I get my first sight of her pussy, soft, pink, fuzz neatly trimmed. I lower my head closer and inhale the sweetness, which makes my mouth water.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.

“I’ll take care of you.”

She squirms underneath me, lifting her hips higher to press against my lips, my tongue. My tongue can’t resist her bare, rose-petal colored opening. She tastes salty, decadent, sweet, and as I run my tongue around her sweet lips, she flexes again to be closer to me. Finally giving her what she doesn’t even know she wants, I suck and lick gently at her clit. She let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a whimper, and I’m glad that the party is off the main lobby. No one would hear her cry out unless they were right outside the door.

As my tongue circles around the little nub, I love the way she writhes, and I love to earn each gush of honey from her. More than anything, I want to see her come, so I decide to rock her world the first time, and then draw it out more each time I went down on her. I could spend the whole night doing this, as long as my cock doesn’t explode from anticipation.

When she starts to shake underneath me I know she’s close, and I hold the fluttering bits in my mouth as I run my fingers inside her, curving them just right. She whispers something and strains her body against me before bucking her hips when I slowly start licking her again. I could get addicted to the taste of her sweet pussy and even though I never want to stop, I need her to come like I need my next breath. Then I’ll fuck her. Slide my cock into her wet sheath and take her for the first time, ever.

She’s on the edge of coming again when there’s a knock on the door. Cursing softly under my breath as the doorknob turns, I shield her from view as the door starts to open. If it’s Trent from marketing, I am going to kick his ass.

But it’s not. Liam crosses his arms over his chest and stares at us for a moment, a disapproving scowl on his face.

“You got started without me.”