Page 62 of Untouchable

She shifted slightly since her arousal was already pulsing between her legs. “Wait how?”

“Walk over here.”

She did as he instructed, her cheeks flushing as his eyes crawled up and down over her body.

“Take off your dress.”

Her hands were trembling a little in anticipation as she reached behind her to unzip and then let the dress fall down her body to the floor. She saw his response as he watched, and it fed her desire, knowing he wanted her so much.

“Bend down over the desk, holding on to the opposite edge.”

She obeyed, leaning over the edge of the desk, which was mostly empty because he nearly always worked at the attachedcomputer arm. The desk was wide, but she was easily able to reach the opposite edge when she stretched out her arms. “Like this?” she whispered, turning her head so she could see him, seated in front of his computer.

“Yes. Very good. Now pretend I’m binding you with invisible rope.” He reached over and trailed his fingertips gently along her spine.

Her whole body jerked at the tingle of pleasure.

He drew back. “Put your hand back where it was.”

She gulped, repositioning herself the way she’d been, understanding now what he was doing, what he was making her do.

A hot rush of excitement filled her mind and body at the knowledge, but she tried to force it down, knowing she needed to focus on what was most important.

Confirming her recognition, he murmured, “You’re not to move until I say so, until I unbind you. Do you understand?”

She took a shaky breath, her eyes focused steadily on his face instead of slipping over to the computer beyond him. “Yes. How long do I have to wait?” she asked.

“As long as I tell you to wait. You know very well that this is what you want.”

He was right. He was so completely, appallingly right. And she had no idea why she wanted it so much.

She shuddered when she felt his fingertips on her back again, skating lightly over her skin, generating little shivers of pleasure. She concentrated on holding herself very still as his fingers trailed down to her thighs, brushed very lightly over the lace of her panties.

She fought the instinct to buck up toward his touch as he lingered over the damp spot he’d found.

“You’re very wet,” he said softly. “And I believe you’ll only get wetter as you wait.”

He was right about that too.

She suppressed a whimper of frustration when he turned back toward his computer and started working again on the email pulled up on his screen. She could see some of the words from her position, and it was of absolutely no interest to her. None of the email in his inbox right now would be any use to her.

She needed to go much farther back.

She felt exposed and uncomfortable and incredibly turned on, bent over the desk this way, stretched out completely, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Waiting for him like this. Completely vulnerable to him.

Arousal throbbed deeply in her pussy, in her entire body, as she watched him work. This hadn’t turned out exactly as she’d planned, but it would still be fine if she could just focus on the task at hand rather than on the aching compulsion of her body.

He made her wait. And wait.

The minutes stretched on. The edge of the desk was pushing against her stomach in a way that was starting to hurt, and she was so aroused it was deeply uncomfortable. She shifted a little, trying to get some friction with her thighs to take the edge off.

“I told you not to move,” Caleb said without turning around. He was on his second email now, and was typing quickly, without hesitation.

“How much longer do I have to wait?”

“As long as I say so. Don’t let me hear you asking again.”

He was playing along with her. She knew that, of course. She was the one who had prompted this little game. He hadn’t pressured her into anything. But it was still unsettling to hear him order her around that way—completely in control of her, no softness to break the dominance.