Chapter 216 - Katherine Dominates (1/2)
She squinted at him, wondering what she should do next. ”Of course, you will be punished.” Then she stopped and looked him dead in the eye. ”Sit here,” she said, crossing the desk and motioning him to take her place.
He looked at her, bewildered but didn't question her.
She promptly pushed him into the chair, leaving him breathless before going out of the room. He had been waiting for about five minutes when he saw her enter the room again. For some reason, she had three articles in her hand: a piece of paper, a pen, and a tie.
Cage gaped at her as she walked towards him, the slight sway of her h.i.p.s intentional.
”Write an apology letter on this,” she demanded, slamming the paper on the desk. He took the pen from her hesitantly and stared at the paper, unsure where this was headed. As he uncapped the pen, he saw her sink onto her knees in front of him.
A barely audible gasp escaped him as he stared at her. Her knees were on the carpeted floor and he imagined the fabric wasn't comfortable against the skin of her knees. He gulped and she scooted towards him, the glint of mischief clear in her eyes.
”Write,” she ordered. He followed wordlessly, tucking his head down and pressing the nib to the paper. His mind drew a blank as he thought. Out of the blue, he felt her hand on her thigh, undoing his pant and unzipping it. She didn't pull it down or ask for his help. She pulled his c.o.c.k out, rather roughly and wrapped her fingers around it.
”Keep writing,” she gritted through her teeth. Katherine spread his legs apart and disappeared between his legs, her soft lips unbearably close to his length, her hot breath fanning over it, making him impossibly harder.
His knuckles turned pale as she played with his c.o.c.k, tugging at it and letting her hand slide over his length in a careful manner. Cage began to write the address line when his hand slipped and a stark blue line made its way across the paper.
He felt his head loll back and mouth open as he felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding the tip. He looked down and saw her eyes closed, a wicked smile on her lips. His length disappeared into her mouth and he felt her suck on it expertly. The pen dropped from his fingers and he groaned, his hands moving to her hair so that he could dominate her movements.
Within a second, her mouth was off him. She glared at him as she felt his hand hover over her head. She reached out and pushed them away, producing the tie from her pocket and using it to tie one of his hands to the arm of the chair.
Then, she stood up slowly, giving him a view of her body. She was leaning into him, her face close to his, her eyes boring into the depth of his soul. He felt her fingers work at his collar, the tie loosening under her ministrations until she unbound it and flipped it around her hand. Using it, she deviously smiled and tied the other hand down as well.