Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Final approval has been given, SIO is back, and tomorrow we are going to start an operation that will put to rest past failures and bring forth the next generation of success.
Brose comes back to the conference room and steps inside, then slowly—while looking me dead in the eyes—pushes the door closed until there is a soft click. He smiles as he twists the lock and I know what’s coming next.
My reward, of course.
Two years. That’s how long we’ve been partners. And in this time we’ve come up with a very effective reward and punishment system. A system that satisfies both of us.
There are cameras in here. At least twenty of them, since it’s an A-level meeting room, which means everything is top secret. The cameras are here to keep everyone safe. If any of this got out to the general public, there would be an uproar. It wouldn’t change anything, not in the long run, but missions would be paused and opportunities would be lost.
As Brose has told me thousands of times, “Cameras keep us honest, Olive. And they keep us all equal.”
But a stupid camera—or twenty, as is the case in this room—isn’t enough to make me pause when he walks around the conference table, comes up behind my chair, spins it around, places his hands on my knees, and bends down. The whole time, those dark green eyes are locked with mine.
I draw in a deep breath, feeling happier and more hopeful about our future than ever.
His hands push my knees open, forcing my already short skirt to ride up. He licks his lips and lowers his gaze as he slides his fingertips up the inside of my thighs and then he dips his head between my knees and a moment later his lips are pressing up against my panties.
I scoot down in my chair to give him better access and let my head fall back as he arranges my legs over the armrests, spreading me open.
His tongue slides up and down my already wet panties, but it’s his hot breath that drives me crazy. He knows this. Brose knows everything about me. We have no secrets. When we first started sleeping together when I was eighteen, we had long discussions about how we could please each other, so I know everything about him as well.
This, what he’s presently doing to me, is one of my top five. I love the slow tease. It’s all about the anticipation with me, which is completely opposite of how he prefers it.
Everything he does with me is foreplay for what I will do with him.
“Do not come, do you hear me, Olive?”
I bite my lip, eyes pressed closed, and nod. “I won’t. Not until you give me permission.”
He reaches up and strokes my breast. “That’s a good girl. You’re a good girl.” His fingertips find my bare nipple under my blouse—he forbids me to wear a bra—and he gives it a good pinch.
I squirm a little, because it’s such a turn-on I need to focus so I don’t lose control. But when his lips resume their provocation between my legs, and his tongue begins to probe and press against the sweet spot he knows so well, I need to begin silently chanting to keep my arousal in check. He thinks for me, I act for him. He thinks for me, I act for him. He thinks for me—
“Oh.” The moan slips out when he begins flicking the tip of his tongue against my stretched-tight panties.
“Don’t. You. Dare come, Olive.”
“I won’t.” But it comes out as a whimper and I’m no longer feeling confident about this.
Of course, this is the game we play. He tempts me into failure. It gets him off—and me, as well. He loves it when I can’t control myself.
He punishes me, of course. But I like to be punished.
Just as my failure is his goal, his punishment is mine.
That’s when I really let go. That’s when it all becomes bliss.
He pinches my nipple again. Harder this time. “Don’t.” And he’s angry, so I open my eyes. “Do not. I’m fucking serious. I will choke you, Olive. If you come before I allow it, I will choke you until you pass out. Do you understand me?”
I smile, but I nod. I love being choked. It’s the pinnacle of everything as far as I’m concerned.
And for him, it’s the ultimate climax.
My mission is you and your mission is me.
“Say it,” he says. “Say it to take your mind off what I’m doing to you, Olive.”
I take in a breath, hold it for three seconds the way he taught me, and then slowly say the words as I let it out. “You think for me, I act for you. You think for me, I act for you. You think for me, I act for you.”