Page 27 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
His smile takes on that predatory quality I’m beginning to recognize means he’s pleased and aroused. “Good.”
He unmutes the phone first before standing and pressing the gag against my lips, as if daring me to speak.
In our skirmishes, I’m rarely obedient, but I’m not sure I want to find out what the punishment would be for interrupting this conference call with my protests. Besides, the rationalization fits right into my dark fascination with the device.
With the ball in my mouth, he fastens the strap behind my head. Now that my ability to speak freely is gone, my other senses are heightened and my nipples harden under the thin cups of the bustier. Mount reaches out and flicks one with a thumb. A muffled whimper escapes my lips as I squeeze my legs together, my new jewelry already causing wetness to gather between my thighs.
Mount mouths something at me, and it takes me a second to realize what he’s saying.
Bad girl.
He grasps me by the hips before turning me around and pressing one hand to the small of my back until I’m bent over his desk directly in the middle. Mount retakes his seat and replies to a question on the call, but I’m too lost in the thought of how obscene I must look from behind, my pussy and ass exposed and right in his face.
My thighs clench together again. I want to stop myself from getting wetter, but it doesn’t matter what this man does to me. My body falls prey to him every time.
I flinch when his hand moves, but relax when his palm smooths down my skin, caressing my ass. He strokes with his thumb and skims beneath the curve of my cheek. Then he changes direction, his finger skating up the edge of my crack, and my nerve endings jump to attention.
His touch disappears for a moment, and I open my eyes to see him pressing the mute button again.
Before I can make a sound, his palm connects with my right cheek with a slap. This time, there’s no adjusting to the heat before it connects again and again, not stopping until both cheeks are burning with five smacks.
One for each minute I was late. I squeeze my eyes shut as he unmutes the phone and resumes lazily stroking my burning ass while he carries on with the conference call, never missing a beat.
Somehow, some way, the punishment only makes me wetter. I attempt to force my mind away from the sensations rampaging through me and onto the conversation, but it’s a useless endeavor. My eyes drift closed as I sink into a state of heightened sensitivity, my mind focused only on Mount’s touch. It’s almost soothing, this lazy stroking of my body and the sound of his voice as he leads the call with authority.
At least, until his thumb slides between my legs and skims through the moisture gathered there.
The gag quiets my moan, but the person speaking at that moment pauses.
“Did someone have an objection?”
Mount is quick to reply. “Just my secretary. She’s been very inefficient this morning at following directions.”
All the men on the call laugh. They’re probably all arrogant assholes like the one currently teasing me with my own wetness by dragging his index finger back and forth through it.
“Just bend her over the desk and show her who’s boss. That’s what I did in the old days.”
It’s the Italian man who comments, and while I’d like to punch him in the face, I’m too busy holding in another moan.
Mount’s teasing torture lasts for so long that I completely lose track of time. The call continues as he pushes two fingers inside me, stretching and slowly finger-fucking me until I’m squirming against the desk. In that moment, I’m thankful for the gag because I want to beg him for more. Instead, I grip the opposite edge of the wood, attempting to stay silent and repress my reactions.
Mount is skilled in his torture, however, and when he draws the moisture back to circle my tightest hole, I begin to unravel.
I’m still not used to it. I don’t think I’ll ever be totally used to it, but my nerve endings fire pleasure signals to my brain and I push back against his touch instinctively. This time, Mount’s hand reaches out to tap the mute button before applying more pressure.
“I finger-fucked your pussy, and now it’s time for your ass. You think you can keep quiet?”
I don’t respond. Obviously, because my powers of speech are impeded by the gag, but also because I want to curse him for stealing all control over my body from me.
While I focus on staying still, Mount opens a drawer and pulls out something I can’t see. As soon as cool liquid dribbles down my crack, I recognize it as lube. He gathers it up, coating his finger, and uses it to tease me.
“Press back. Help me push inside. Show me you want it.”
Mount pushes forward and my hips slide back on instinct, helping him press against the tight ring of muscle and tearing another moan from my lips.
Luckily, the call is still on mute.
“I’m going to fuck your ass with my finger while I talk to some of the most powerful men in the world, and then I’m going to fuck you with that plug and tease your clit with that new piercing until you’re dying to come, but you won’t. You know why?”
