Page 101 of Rituals & Rivalry

“Farrah.”

“Gods.” I look up to the ceiling, unsure which god to thank for something like this.

The surprise is more than just the office. This had to be Aurora. For the past week or so, ever since I told her how I feel, we’ve been friendly. Casual. The occasional kisses and the rare time when our defenses fall, and I invite her to my bed.

I had no idea she was planning this. This isn’t a gift from a co-worker or even a friend. It means more to me. Does she realize? Would she care?

Aurora is confusing. She’s frustrating. She’s perfect. And she’s a great friend, even if she breaks my heart every time we’re together. There’s something heartbreaking about this, too. She’s thoughtful and perfect, and I want something more, but all I can do is take what she gives me.

It isn’t much, but when she crosses the space between us and flings her arms around my neck, it feels like everything.

“I have another surprise for you,” she whispers.

The lock on the door clicks shut, and there’s a jingle of metal as she pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

My face is blazing. “You—why did you bring those to work?”

“For your gift.” She blinks up at me innocently.

“This gift has a lot of parts to it. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.” My throat is so dry, I can hardly speak.

“I thought they could be fun.”

It takes several moments of silence for me to devise a plan. She brought handcuffs. She’s been torturing me for days—sweet kisses, inviting me over, never talking about my confession. How am I supposed to stop myself from wanting more?

Her lifeline is still strong, and I want to believe my magic won’t hurt her. But does it matter when she still won’t open up to me?

This is all a distraction. I should go back to work.

But maybe I can torture her, too.

I hum. “Turn around.”

“Yes, sir.” She does as I say and puts her hands behind her back.

I lock the cuffs around her wrists, groaning and pushing up her skirt. “No underwear? Really?”

“Your gift⁠—”

I tap her ass—not as much of a smack as I’d like, but we don’t need to make too much noise. “Here’s what’s going to happen, then. I have reports to file. You’re going to warm my cock. Sound good?”

I rub her ass, waiting for her to turn down the idea. Maybe she’ll think it’s too much. It’s putting my pleasure first, which isn’t usually my style, and she might not be into that.

To my surprise, she nods. “I’ve never done this before⁠—”

“You’ll be a fast learner.” I grab her arm and lead her to the desk, sitting down in the chair. My length is already hardening, and it’s at full mast when I pull down my pants and pull her onto my lap. Her bare ass grinds against me, and I remain composed as I reach around her to open the document.

Even having her like this, with my cock nestled between her thighs, is torture—not just for her. For me. Her hands are placed so nicely behind her back, and to my surprise, she doesn’t so much as wiggle.

Not even when I line my tip up to her hole and push into her cunt.

“Get comfortable,” I whisper into her ear. “You’re going to be here for a while. No moving. No coming. Be a good girl for me.”

“Will I get to come at the end?” she asks, her voice strained.

“Only if you’re very, very good,” I mutter as I type away on my document, doing my damndest to focus on work as her pussy flutters around me. “If you’re on your best behavior, I’ll send you out there filled with my cum. Does that sound fun?”

She shudders. “Yes, sir. I’d like that.”