Rebeka – 8. chapter

As Rebeka was clearing things off the desk, he stepped closer. He gently wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned in toward her ear. He breathed in her intoxicating perfume and whispered, “Do I have to use it? I could make it good for you without it.”

She stepped away and sat on the edge of the now empty desk.

“Of course you could. If I wanted that.”

She lifted her nose with arrogant superiority. He clenched his teeth in irritation. Rebeka lay back and slid herself farther up. She placed her feet on the desk and hiked up her skirt.

“So you want to make sure I get nothing out of this,” he growled.

She smiled, spread her legs, and settled into a more comfortable position.

“In principle, I don’t have a problem with that. If you deserved it.”

He clenched his jaw harder and angrily tore open the box.

“Does it feel good?” he asked, unable to resist. Anger was rising in him.

“Not yet,” she replied calmly.

That composure of hers was really starting to piss him off. Can she really always control herself?

He stepped closer between her legs and placed the tip of the toy directly on the right hole. With his free hand, he gripped Rebeka’s thigh firmly and shoved the toy in with one rough motion. In that second, Rebeka clenched her teeth to hold back a cry and immediately gave him a murderous look. He smirked brazenly and, chin lifted, waited for the insults. When Rebeka caught on, she decided not to give him that satisfaction. She only huffed and lay back again. That only infuriated him more.

“Right. I forgot. This is how you like it!”

Even as he barked it out, he knew no reaction would come. Angry but powerless, he lowered his gaze to the vibrator and turned it on. He left it there for a moment, letting her body get used to it, then drew it out and pushed it back in. It didn’t take long before it glistened with her juices. He liked the sight. He angled the toy slightly and pushed it in a different way. Rebeka refused to let out a sigh, but he could hear her breathing quicken. That sent his blood rushing into his pants. The thought crossed his mind that it was impossible not to get aroused at the sight of a woman being aroused.

He regretted what he’d done a moment ago. He softened his movements and watched her face. She was beautiful like this. Vulnerable. Honest. Not like during work hours. With the free hand he had kept on Rebeka’s thigh until then, he stroked the fine hair there and placed his thumb on her clitoris. She tensed and held back a sigh, only biting her lip. He knew she was smothering any louder reactions out of spite toward him, but he ignored it. He wanted to give that beauty as much pleasure as possible.

The teasing of his thumb complemented the vibrations perfectly. Before long, Rebeka’s hands clenched into fists. He sped up a little more, and she arched her back. Her lip slipped free from between her teeth. During her orgasm, she lifted herself slightly, then fell back, limp. He slowly withdrew the vibrator and set it beside her. He watched her breathing hard. She was still beautiful. And still a bitch, as the pressure in his pants reminded him.

She lay there a little longer and then slowly sat up.

“Thank you,” she said quietly and climbed down from the desk. Erik only nodded silently. She sat down in her chair, so he headed for the door.

“Erik?” She stopped him when his hand was already on the door handle. He turned back to her. She was writing something, not even looking at him. Still looking down at the papers, she said threateningly,

“If you ever again try and fail to go around me behind my back to get something I’ve already forbidden you…”

Erik broke out in a cold sweat. He froze, stopped breathing, and felt as if even his heart had skipped a beat. How the hell does she know?!

Rebeka finally lifted her eyes to him.

“…I’ll make you clean my shoes with your tongue.”