Page 20 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)

Her nipples harden in response to my teasing touch, and I smile at her reaction, pleased with the effect I have on her.

I continue tying her up, wrapping the cord between her legs, making sure I brush her pussy through her underwear as I do and teasing all the sensitive spots on her gorgeous, pliant body.

I may be denying her pleasure, but I want her on edge.

Needy. I want her begging me as I assert my dominance and control over her.

When I’m finished, I walk around her again to admire my handiwork.

Her wrists squeeze together behind her back, held in place by a chain of knots climbing to her neck.

The arrangement of the ropes lifts her breasts higher.

I groan at the sight, my hands ghosting over her curves—close enough to tease and give the hint of my touch, but not close enough to provide her with any friction or satisfaction .

My fingers slide to her hips, and I lift her onto my desk so her ass perches on the edge, spreading her legs wide as I caress her inner thighs. She shudders at my touch but holds her pose—back arched, neck bared, and legs apart.

I step back and rub my jaw as I examine her. She’s fucking gorgeous, looking every bit the desktop decoration I imagined she’d be—completely on display for me to admire as I continue my work and unable to bother me or mess with my things.

Anyone could walk by or into my office at any moment and see how beautiful she is and how lucky I am to have her all to myself.

“Are you all right?”

The hint of pink shines under her shimmering gold skin, and the gleam of dewy sweat forms on her body. Her shoulders heave, and her eyes shine.

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, voice steady despite the lust bubbling beneath the surface.

I spin to the desk chair and grab the spreader bar. Her eyes widen as I step towards her, and she wiggles on the desk, thighs twitching and threatening to close, but she keeps them open for me.

“Good girl.” I stand between her legs and cup her cheek with one hand, sliding it to her neck. “Such a good fucking girl, keeping your legs open for me even though you want to close them.”

My face angles down to hers, and she raises her chin to catch my lips, but I move myself out of reach, leaving her panting and frustrated as my thumb strokes her throat.

“Oh no, Baby Girl.” I drop to the floor and attach the spreader to her ankles.

“You don’t get to have any fun. Brats don’t get to come.

Brats get teased and punished.” I tighten the bar, eyes lingering on the shadow of her pussy showing through her underwear.

“You’re just my decoration, remember?” I remind her, sliding my hands up the backs of her calves.

Rising onto my knees, I lean forward until my mouth hovers over her pussy, my warm breath fanning it through her underwear with every breath and every word.

“You’re the sexiest little desk ornament I’ve ever seen. ”

I lean forward more, like I’m going to press a kiss to her clit through her underwear. But at the last second, I stand and grip her thighs, digging my fingers into her muscles.

She groans in frustration, her hips bucking and arms tugging against her restraints .

I chuckle, pushing off of her as I step back and undo my pants. “I was going to finish my work”—I lower the zipper and reach into my boxers for my cock—“but you’re too fucking sexy like this.”

Her eyes widen and darken, locking onto my hand as I remove my dick from my pants and she sees it for the first time.

“Look what you did to me, Little Rogue. How can I possibly do any work now when my dick is this hard?”

I pump my fist up and down the length once. Sarina’s eyes track the movement, and her breaths come in ragged pants.

I step closer to her again and rest my hand on her knee.

Goosebumps skitter over her skin when I touch her, and she inhales, glancing at where I touch her for one second before returning her gaze to my cock.

She licks her lips. The heady, sweet fragrance of her arousal reaches my nose, mixing with her honeysuckle scent that I’m beyond addicted to.

“You don’t get this.” I shake my head at the visible hunger in her eyes.

“Not in the way you want it, at least. You don’t get to play with it or taste it.

Not today. Today, you’re going to watch me while I take care of myself.

Then maybe you’ll learn to listen to me when I tell you to let me focus on my work. ”

Her bottom lip juts out in a pout, but she doesn’t argue with me.

I caress her thigh as I stroke my cock. “Make sure you’re watching, Baby Girl.” I keep her view of me as unobstructed as possible. “You need to know exactly what you’re missing out on.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice is barely louder than a whisper.

Her heart pounds as I slide her underwear to the side. She glistens with arousal, and I step forward until the tip of my cock touches her pussy. My throat works to hold in a groan as I thrust my hips forward to gather her wetness onto my cock, and she inhales sharply.

“Holy fuck!” She moans as I continue to rub my cock against her pussy. “Oh Goddess, Sebastian…”

“Shit.” I jerk myself away from her and wrap my hand around my dick again.

My fingers dig into her thigh once more—harder this time—and I’m sure I’m leaving behind marks, but fuck , she feels so good. That little tease of her pussy lips around my dick had my eyes rolling and my heart stuttering .

The indescribable sensations echoing through my skin and reverberating into my soul are only an infinitesimal glimpse of how she’ll feel when I finally have her.

All of her.

I stroke myself harder—twisting, squeezing, and using her arousal as lube for my hand. Gripping the edge of the desk, I use the sharp bite of the wood to keep me grounded and level-headed. To keep me from breaking my word and fucking her right here and right now, punishment be damned.

Her body quivers within her restraints. She’s a magnificent portrait of incomparable lust and decadent beauty. Her mouth remains parted as she breathes hard and fast, eyes never leaving my cock as I pleasure myself.

I imagine her lips wrapping around my tip, tongue swirling over it and then down the underside as she takes me in further.

My hands would lace into her hair, and I’d hold her in place, thrusting my hips in a building pace until she could barely keep up with the speed.

Her eyes would water, and tears would stream unencumbered down her face as I fucked her pretty, sassy little mouth.

“Fuck yes.” I shut my eyes and hold that image of her in my mind.

My balls ache with my impending release, and my head rolls back, waves of pure bliss building behind a barrier of my own making.

I hold them back as long as I can, letting the picture of Sarina on her knees with my cock in her mouth remain in the forefront of my mind for as long as possible.

Just before I’m about to release, when I can’t hold it back any longer, I open my eyes and meet hers.

She stares back at me with an unmatched, blazing intensity, the depths of which I’ve never seen or felt in my life.

I fall into the fire, letting it pull me into the swirling, mysterious galaxy connecting us. I sigh and groan as my cock pulses and cum releases in thick streams, landing on Sarina’s stomach and thighs.

The primal part of me—not just my lycan, but the darkness that lurks and prowls in my soul—awakens at the sight, at the knowledge that the scent of my cum will linger on her skin until she washes it off.

I lean forward and rest my forehead against hers, my free hand weaving into her hair as I continue stroking my dick through the last meager waves of my orgasm. We both work hard to catch our breaths, every inhale and exhale matching as we bring ourselves down from the high of the moment.

She tips her face up, tentatively searching for my mouth.

I gather her hair in my fist, tugging on it to tilt her chin higher and keep her lips from mine, maintaining my dominance over her until I’m ready to let it go.

She huffs in frustration, but I press a kiss to her throat, where her pulse flutters under her skin.

Then I back away, cleaning us both off as best I can before putting my dick away, dressing myself, and removing the bar from her legs. I caress her ankles, giving them soft kisses, before I rise and untie her, maneuvering around her carefully as I do.

After I’ve removed the rope, I grab a bottle of water from the mini fridge under my desk, cracking it open, and lift it to her lips.

She shakes her head. “I just want you to hold me.”

Her arms wind around my waist as I set the bottle aside.

I grab my sweater from where I tossed it when I entered, gathering the fabric in my hands, then lower it over her head.

She slips her arms into the sleeves before wrapping them around me again.

The sweater swallows her petite body, the ends of the sleeves hiding her hands, but she looks almost as sexy in the giant garment as she does in skimpy lingerie.

I pull her into my arms and into my lap as I sit in my comfortable, massive desk chair, and she curls up against me like a contented kitten, arms clinging to me and body melting into mine more with each second that passes.

I rub her back in slow, soothing strokes, and I lower my lips to the top of her head, placing a kiss there.

“Did you learn your lesson?” I ask against her hair. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” I feel her face stretch into a cheeky grin against my chest, and I sigh. “Or for the next few hours, at least?”

She lifts her chin, and I kiss her forehead, her eyes closing at the act of familiarity. “I’ll behave,” she murmurs.

“Good girl.” I roll my chair closer to the desk to finish checking my emails.