Page 9 of Ravage

"Maybe?" I purr.

He reaches inside my bra and pinches my nipples. "You know, all you have to do is ask."

"I know. But I like it when you come to me, too."

"I know you do. Tell me... If I was to slide my finger inside that delicious cunt right now, would I find you dripping for me already?"

I close my eyes, surrendering entirely to his touch. "Yes, sir. I've been wet for days."

He clicks his tongue. "That must have been torture for you. I'm sure Annika would have been happy to step in if I was unavailable."

My lips curl upwards. "Who's saying she didn't?"

He chuckles, his tone wicked. "I'm sure she was more than happy to help in your hour of need. Tell me what she did."

My abdominal muscles clench as his hand slides slowly down my skin. "She..." I struggle to focus.

"She what, Miss Delphine?" His hand pauses above the waistband of my skirt.

"She lifted my skirt, sir. And bent me over my desk."

He spins my chair around so that I'm facing him, dropping to his knees. "This skirt?" His hands slide up my inner thighs as he holds my gaze.

"Yes, sir."

"And what did she do once she bent you over your desk?" His hands move painstakingly slow.

"She fucked me with her tongue," I rasp out, willing him to move quicker to reach where I'm aching.

"I'll bet she did. And did you return the favour, Miss Delphine?" One inch further.

"Yes, sir. I let her sit on my face until she screamed her release."

His fingers finally reach their destination, and a smirk appears. "And how long ago was this?"

I grin. "About twenty minutes ago."

"That explains the lack of underwear, you dirty girl." He flips the skirt up to reveal my bare pussy and chuckles. "And you're already aching for more? Annika must be losing her touch." He brushes his finger lightly over my clit, and I whimper.

"No, sir. I just really, really needed a release."

"I know you did, pet. Five days is a long time for you."

I have a ridiculously high libido, and it's not uncommon for me to need sex at least once a day. Five days was torture, and he's more than aware of it.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here. But I promise to make it up to you. Shall we aim for four orgasms today? Seeing as you've had such a long wait?"

He applies more pressure to my clit, and a tiny moan escapes my lips as my head falls backwards.

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't thank me yet, Miss Delphine. I haven't earned that thanks... But I plan to." With those words, he yanks me forward so that my arse is on the edge of the chair, lifting both my thighs over his shoulders and swipes his tongue through my wet opening.

I gasp, gripping the arms of my chair as he fucks me with his tongue, alternating between licking up and down, and sucking on my clit, driving me wild like only he can.

He knows my body so well that it may as well have 'property of Sebastian DeLuca' stamped on my arse, and he has me screaming within sixty seconds, my thighs clamping around his head as I come.

"Excellent. One down, three more to go," he murmurs against my skin, before continuing to eat me out.