Lily
Wesley and I ride in silence, and when we finally arrive at the office, I have to force myself out of the car. It feels like my legs are made out of lead as I try to steer them forward. My whole body is protesting, and I suspect it’s because I know that I won’t be able to survive through the day unscathed. A huge part of me wants to call in sick, but I know I can’t do that.
Wesley walks toward the elevator, tall, handsome, and undoubtedly ready for the morning meeting. I follow him with my heart racing in my chest.
We enter a large room on the highest floor. It’s filled with people already, and they all grow silent when their eyes land on Wesley, their CEO and Alpha. It seems everyone is a pack member inside this room.
I take my seat and try to focus on the meeting, but my eyes keep trailing over to Wesley. I can feel the heat emanating from him, and it sends a shiver down my spine.
He is so commanding and powerful. I can’t tear my eyes away.
After the meeting ends, I make my way to Wesley’s office. I’m terrified since I have no idea what I’m doing here or what he is going to say.
“Come in,” Wesley orders even before I can knock, and my heart starts to beat faster.
This is it.
My mouth feels dry as I enter the room. Wesley is standing behind his desk, and the moment I see him, my breath catches in my throat. His gaze is smoldering, and my thighs are covered in heat.
“Close the door.”
I do as he says with shaky movements. When I turn around, Wesley is still watching me with his predatory gaze and cold, unemotional face.
“You watched me yesterday,” he says in a husky voice, never breaking eye contact with me. It’s almost like he’s trying to burn a hole through my skin.
I swallow the lump in my throat. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
Wesley doesn’t respond for a long moment. He is just standing there, watching me like a hawk as I tremble under his gaze.
“Do you want me?” he finally asks.
The question takes me off guard, and I have to blink a couple of times before I can find the words to respond.
“Yes,” I finally say in a whisper.
Wesley’s lips twitch. “You don’t deserve me after running away like a scared little kitten.”
I gulp and have to fight every instinct telling me to run when he confidently crosses the distance between us. His aura is intense and commanding, and I hold my breath when he grabs my chin. He lifts it without a word, forcing me to crane my neck to regain our eye contact.
“Naughty girls don’t get their wishes fulfilled,” he says in a low voice, smirking when I shiver under his touch. My heart is beating out of my chest, and Wesley leans down to whisper into my ear. “But you will get to taste my fingers. It will be both your punishment and reward.”
I tremble at his words, feeling myself getting wetter the more I think about him punishing me. Wesley chuckles as if he knows exactly what is going on inside my head. Something akin to fear and excitement floods my veins. I’m sweating and definitely not ready for what happens next.
Without warning, Wesley suddenly grabs me and hurls me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing at all. He carries me to the other side of the room and throws me onto his desk. I gasp in shock as the cold wood touches my skin. Wesley is behind me and already sliding my panties down my legs.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask and look at the unlocked door with panic surging within me. “Someone could come through that door at any moment!”
Wesley ignores me and continues removing my clothes until I’m naked and spread over his desk. It’s one of those tall ones. My feet couldn’t reach the ground even if I tried. I’m stuck here as Wesley presses his thumb against my wet lips before gently teasing them open.
“You’re fighting but already losing this battle, Lily,” he sounds darkly amused, and my body trembles.
I’m desperately trying to fight the sensations that are threatening to take over my mind and body. But when Wesley slides his digits deeper inside of me, I’m a goner. White hot pleasure burns in my core, and I bite back a moan when he brings his fingers to his lips for a taste test.
“Even sweeter than I remember,” he mutters. “Too bad you don’t deserve my mouth.”
I gasp at his words. My mind is screaming at me that it needs to feel his cock inside of it, but I know he won’t give it to me even if I beg.
“Remember what I told you,” he says as he teases my clit with his expert fingers, coating me in my own wetness. “Naughty girls don’t get their wishes fulfilled. Instead, I will have you trembling and coming all over my hand.”
Oh my god, he is planning to ruin me with words!
My heart pounds against the wood, and I have to sink my teeth into my bottom lip when two of his thick fingers slide inside of me. Wesley moves them in and out of me with skilled precision, and I moan when I feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my ass through his pants.
“P-please...” I beg, but Wesley only chuckles.
“No, you don’t deserve the cock,” he whispers, and he is so sure of himself that I tremble. Sexy piece of Alpha asshole. “You will come all over my desk and my fingers instead.”
My core clenches at his words, and I can feel my orgasm building up inside me. I’m trying to fight it because I want to show him that I’m not weak. I want a piece of control, but the moment his fingers slip in deeper, I turn into a slave and begin to thrust against his large hand.
“That’s it,” Wesley growls. “Fuck my hand like the little pathetic rogue you are.”
I usually don’t like to be insulted in bed, but when Wesley does it, it’s sexy. Something hot and dangerous is building in my core, and I moan with abandon. I’m so, so close!
“Are you going to come for me, Lily?” Wesley asks, and the only response I can manage is an unintelligent moan. He chuckles at that, probably knowing how close I am to snapping and exploding.
Such arrogance...I shouldn’t find it sexy, but I do. My mind and body have already given up. I’m a slave to this merciless Alpha.
“You smell so sweet.”
He spreads my legs further apart and dips down to bite my ass while fingering me. It makes my wet little cunt clench with need, and another moan rips through me. But I can’t come. It would be humiliating to—
“Come for me,” Wesley growls, and I don’t have a choice. Pleasure explodes throughout my body, and all my muscles tense up as I scream out Wesley’s name.
I clench around his fingers as my orgasm rocks through me. His touch is like fire, and his commanding alpha nature has my knees shaking. I buck and thrust against his fingers, completely at his mercy.
Just what has this man reduced me to?
Finally, when my body begins to relax, Wesley slowly slips away. He stands up and walks away without a word—what the hell? Is he just going to leave me here?!
I try to climb off the desk, but I’m still trembling and too weak to move. It’s humiliating. My face burns, and when Wesley returns, I glare at him.
He pretends not to notice and walks up behind me until I can no longer see him. I’m unsure what he is up to and shriek when a cold, wet cloth is pressed against my wetness.
“Stop squirming,” he says. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
I realize he is cleaning me, which is a bit...embarrassing. I blush and let him continue. After he is done, he easily lifts me off his desk and sets me down on the ground.
“You can go now.”
I don’t waste a single second. I put on my clothes and walk for the door without questioning Wesley for dismissing me. We both know this was only about him asserting his dominance, and I’m mortified. I can’t believe he made me come with just the help of his flipping hand!