Rebeka – 6. chapter

He positioned himself so he could reach her directly between her legs and immediately traced the narrow strip of soft hair with his nose. She didn’t move. He placed his hands on her heels and slid them slowly up her calves to her thighs. He replaced his nose with his tongue and pressed his tongue deeper into her.

The dryness there surprised him. He hadn’t expected her to be particularly ready, but she had asked for this herself. He set his palms on her ass and squeezed firmly. Maybe a little harder than appropriate, but he wanted to get a moan out of her. He didn’t. Irritated, he loosened his grip and focused on his tongue instead, on the delicate places he traced. Under his touch, she began to grow wet, slowly, though he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t just his saliva. Outwardly, she still showed no reaction at all.

He decided to try a different approach and started to rise. She immediately grabbed his head and held him in place. He hesitated, then gave in and continued using his tongue on her. After long minutes of silence, he was starting to think he was doing something wrong when she suddenly clenched the edge of the desk with both hands and her body went rigid.

She didn’t cry out.

When he looked up at her, her eyes were closed, her teeth holding her lower lip. Normally, in a moment like this, he would have held a woman and stroked her. Now he was so confused that he simply stood up and waited.

Rebeka came back to reality quickly. She opened her eyes and said dryly.

“Thank you.”

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief and watched her pull her skirt back down into place, walk around the desk, and sit down in her chair. Then she gave him a look of feigned surprise and, when he didn’t react, clarified.

“You can go.”

Unable to process what had just happened, only after a good while did he slowly turn and leave.

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With great effort, Erik managed not to look at Rebeka sitting beside him and to focus on the words of the colleague who had called him out for his inattention yesterday. He knew he’d have to agree out loud in a moment.

But he couldn’t.

Couldn’t? Why? Because he was about to serve hard time for a criminal offense? Or because he was going to be Rebeka’s slave? He’d already become that yesterday. What had that even been? She hadn’t needed to force him into sex. If anything, the opposite. And why had she been so cold? Why was she acting like a complete bitch?

“…Erik!”

“I’m listening. Calm down,” he lied brazenly to the man’s face across from him.

“Okay, so now it’s my turn,” Erik continued, now addressing the room. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think it doesn’t matter what I think. Any of us. At this point, the only opinion that matters is Miss Langsfeld’s. And she’s already made it very clear. Whether we like it or not.”

He stubbornly refused to look at Rebeka.

A murmur spread through the room, followed by a sarcastic voice.

“Of course. Miss Langsfeld is all-powerful.”

“No. The board is all-powerful,” the man next to him snapped.

Erik shook his head to himself in silent disagreement, then froze and lifted his gaze very slowly to his colleague. If he hadn’t been ignoring Rebeka, he would have noticed that she caught his reaction. Instead, he kept staring at the man, clearly already somewhere else in his thoughts.

Rebeka watched him closely until the end of the meeting, when the collective departure snapped him out of it. He gathered his papers and left without a word.

Rebeka kept her eyes on the door he disappeared through for a moment longer. Then she murmured quietly to herself.

“Erik, don’t do this.”