A Writer's Break

Carla looked up from the mass of notes and diagrams that spread across her desk to see Darius stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest, brows knitted together, giving him the serious, masterful look that made her heart skip a beat.

“You spend far too much time working, Carla.”

“I know, but I need to get this done.” She replied rubbing her temples, the report was making less sense every time she tried to edit it.

Darius entered the office and walked around behind her. “You need to take a break.” There was an edge to his voice that told her it wasn’t really a suggestion.

“I know, you are right.” She went to stand up, only to be pushed back down into the chair. “I thought you said, I needed a break?”

He kissed her neck, his hands still firmly on her shoulders as his kisses turned to playful nips of her earlobe. He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “You do, and you will, but there is more than one way to take a break.”

His hands left her shoulders, his fingers trailing down the length of her left arm, stopping at her wrist. Grasping it firmly, he placed her forearm against the arm of her chair and deftly bound the two together. Without another word, he repeated the process on her other arm and kissed her passionately, his tongue filling her mouth as he steadied her head, his fist wrapped around her hair.

Breaking the kiss, he pulled the chair out and moved around in front of her. He knelt, undid the button on her jeans and slowly lowered the zip before lifting her enough to pull her jeans and underwear down over her backside and thighs. She shivered as the cold air hit her skin.

“Don’t worry, you’ll soon warm up,” he said, smirking as he threw the clothing to the side and positioned her on the edge of the chair. Without breaking eye contact with her, he lowered his head between her legs. His hands grasped the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs wider as his tongue flicked over her clit.

She groaned as his tongue teased, barely touching her skin. She wanted desperately to push his head closer to gain more pressure on his movements, but the restraints gave her no leverage, and his tight grip meant she could not lift herself to meet his hungry mouth. Without warning, he pressed his tongue between her lips, lapping and sucking harder as her breathing quickened. A finger soon joined his tongue, exploring, rubbing and circling. She arched her back, pressing her arms into the chair as a familiar pressure began to build.

Too soon, he withdrew his attentions, his kissing returning to her thighs, his hands caressing her goose-bumped skin.

“Please,” She breathed.

He lifted his head, “Please, what? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to stop teasing and make me cum.”

His thumb made small circles on her skin, slowly making its way up her leg. “How desperate are you?” He smirked as his thumb brushed across her mound and settled in the wetness of her lips.

“Please, I promise, I’ll take more breaks.”

He increased the pressure of his thumb as it circled her clit, making her groan. “And?”

“Do you want me to beg?”

His movements speeded up, “Always.”

“Please, sir, make me cum. Please fuck me, use your tongue, your fingers, just please.”

She gasped as he thrust two fingers deep inside of her, curling them as he found her favourite spot. A third quickly joined it as he thrust harder, reaching the small bundle of nerves with each thrust and leaving her breathless as she tightened around his fingers. He picked up the pace as her moans became urgent and her legs began to shake. He continued his relentless pace as she reached her release, throwing her head back and pressing down onto his fingers as he thrust up into her one last time, keeping them in place as she rode out her high.

She looked at him, eyes still glazed, whimpering as he slid his fingers out and sucked them. “delightful, as always,” he grinned.

He untied her wrists and pulled her up from the chair. “Are you ready to go back to work, or should we extend your break time?”

“Extend it, please, sir.” She breathed, her heart still pounding in her chest.

“Excellent, that is the answer I was looking for,” he said, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her out of the office. “There are certainly benefits of both of us working from home,” he said as they ascended the stairs. She snuggled into his chest, not really listening, her mind filled with the delights that waited for her on her extended break.