The Maid's Deception-Chapter 40 - 39: She Went Back For More

DAMIEN’S POV

Damien sat behind his desk at 8 PM, reviewing contracts that required his signature, but his mind was entirely elsewhere.

Specifically, on the woman who would be walking through his office door in exactly three minutes.

He’d told Aria to come to his office at 8. Told her to wear a skirt. Nothing else had been specified, but the anticipation had been building in him all afternoon since their encounter in the shower.

The memory of her on her knees, lips wrapped around his cock, eyes wide and uncertain and so fucking eager to please it had taken every ounce of his control not to finish in her mouth. Not to push her against the shower wall and take what they both desperately wanted.

But control was everything. Control was what separated a fleeting obsession from complete and total ownership.

And he wanted to own Aria Chen completely.

His intercom buzzed. His secretary’s voice, professional as always: "Mr. Blackwood, Miss Mitchell is here to see you."

"Send her in.

"Yes, sir."

’’He heard the footsteps and shortly after someone knocked.’’

"Come in."

The door opened, and Aria stepped inside. She’d followed his instructions a simple black skirt that hit just above her knees, paired with a white blouse. Professional. Modest. Which made what he was about to do to her even more delicious.

"Close the door. Lock it."

She obeyed, her hands trembling slightly as she turned the deadbolt.

"Come here."

She crossed to his desk on unsteady legs, and Damien took a moment to simply look at her. Flushed cheeks. Rapid breathing. The pulse point in her throat beating visibly.

Already aroused, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

"Do you know why I asked you here tonight?" he asked, his voice deliberately calm.

"You said...you mentioned something about the vibrator and your desk."

"I did." He stood slowly, moving around the desk toward her. "But plans change. I’ve decided to do something different tonight."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Different how?"

"I’m going to make you come three times. In three different locations. And each time, you’re going to be more exposed. More vulnerable. More desperate." He stopped inches from her, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. "And by the time I’m done with you, you’re going to understand exactly how thoroughly you belong to me."

"Damien....’’

"Shh." His finger pressed against her lips. "No talking unless I ask you a question. Tonight, you just feel. Just obey. Can you do that?"

She nodded, and the submission in her eyes sent heat straight to his cock.

"Good girl. Now, up on the desk."

She blinked. "On your desk?"

"That’s what I said." He stepped back, giving her room. "Turn around, place your hands on the desk, and climb up. On your knees."

He watched as she processed the command, watched the moment she decided to trust him. She turned, placed her palms flat on the polished mahogany, and awkwardly pulled herself up until she was kneeling on his desk.

"Perfect. Now face me and sit back on your heels."

She shifted position, and now she was eye-level with him, kneeling on his desk like an offering. The visual was intoxicating....innocent and erotic all at once.

"Unbutton your blouse. Slowly."

Her hands went to the top button, fingers fumbling slightly. One button. Two. Three. Until the blouse hung open, revealing the simple white bra underneath.

"Take it off. The blouse."

She shrugged it off her shoulders, letting it fall behind her onto the desk.

"Bra too."

She reached behind herself and unclasped it, letting the straps slide down her arms. When it fell away, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze, she instinctively moved to cover herself.

"Hands at your sides," he commanded. "I want to see all of you."

She lowered her hands, and Damien let himself look. Really look. Small, perfect breasts with rosy nipples already peaked with arousal. Smooth skin that was flushed from embarrassment and desire.

"Beautiful," he murmured, stepping closer. "Now the skirt. Lift it up to your waist."

She gathered the fabric and pulled it up, bunching it at her waist. The simple cotton panties she wore underneath were already showing a damp spot.

"So wet already," he observed, running one finger along the edge of the fabric. "And I’ve barely touched you. Your body knows what’s coming, doesn’t it?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Damien."

The honorific made his cock throb. He hadn’t asked her to call him that, but hearing it fall naturally from her lips was incredibly satisfying.

"Panties off."

She lifted her hips and slid them down, kicking them off completely. Now she was bare except for the bunched skirt at her waist, kneeling on his desk, completely exposed.

Damien took a moment to appreciate the sight—to burn it into his memory. Then he placed one hand on her chest and pushed gently until she was lying back on the desk, her knees bent, feet flat on the polished surface.

"Spread your legs."

She did, and he moved between them, his hands sliding up her inner thighs.

"I’m going to make you come with my fingers," he said, watching her face as he traced patterns on her sensitive skin. "And you’re going to be as loud as you want. The office is soundproof. No one can hear you except me."

His fingers found her entrance, already slick with arousal, and he pushed two inside without warning.

Aria’s back arched off the desk, a gasp escaping her lips.

"That’s it," he encouraged, pumping his fingers slowly. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good this feels."

He added a third finger, stretching her, and curled them to hit that perfect spot inside her. His thumb found her clit, circling with firm pressure.

Her hands clutched at the edge of the desk, knuckles white, and the sounds she was making.....breathy moans and whimpers.....were fucking perfect.

"You’re going to come for me," Damien said, increasing the pace. "Going to fall apart right here on my desk where I conduct business. Where I have meetings with executives and sign million-dollar contracts. And every time I sit here from now on, I’m going to remember the way you looked. The sounds you made. The way your body clenched around my fingers when you came."

"Damien....I’m.....I’m going to....."

"Do it. Come for me. Now."