Page 3 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One

SONIA

When I saw his erection, I was taken aback by how large it looked in his dress pants. I assumed Tristen would be well-endowed, but I didn't think he would be that large. Panic rose in me, and I feared I wouldn't be able to take all of him. But I pushed my trepidation aside and continued with my plan. If I didn't have Tristen the way I wanted him, there was no way I could focus on anything else in my life.

"Please, Mr. Watt. I’ll do absolutely anything," I said in my best desperate little girl voice.

I knew I was laying it on thick, but I wanted him to see I was game to do this however he wanted. I'd fantasized about him bending me over his desk and pounding me while he said filthy things. I wanted to be his property, something he owned, that he could play and toy with any way he liked. Thinking about it while his thick cock was on display had wetness pooling between my legs.

Tristen leaned back, his intense gaze scanning my body, but he didn't say a word. His silence was pure torture and heady excitement. I didn't know what was on his mind or what he would do.

He got up and moved past me, ensuring I felt the bulge in his pants. My mouth watered at the idea of taking every inch of his member into my mouth and finally tasting him—something I’d thought about for the last year, especially in bed at night.

My gaze followed his muscular frame as he walked to the door and locked it. When he turned back to me, his gaze met mine, and a scowl formed on his face. "Anything, Sonia? Are you prepared to do anything?” His voice was a low growl. Primal. Animalistic. His eyes flickered like embers, and my body was the kerosene.

"Yes," I panted. I was ready to do anything this man wanted, and all I wanted in return was to be his.

He stepped close, his fingers gently brushing my face. His fingertips felt like soft feathers gliding on my flesh. I closed my eyes, leaning to his touch. When you yearned for someone as long as I’d yearned for Tristen, the moment you got it, it felt surreal, like a fantasy.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before his lips took mine.

The kiss wasn't gentle, and I didn't want it to be. A year's worth of desire ricocheted through me, and I pushed my body against his, reveling in the hardness of his erection pressed into my stomach. I liked knowing that I had such an effect on him. It was a heady sensation, knowing I made him as weak as he made me. His need for me was apparent in how he groaned into my mouth as his tongue gently licked my lips.

The kiss was full of anger and need. It was all-consuming, a tornado that had built until it ravaged everything in sight. I opened my mouth, inviting him in. One hand fisted my hair while the other gripped my waist, crushing me to him. He wasn't hiding his hunger for me as his silky tongue invaded my mouth, forcing me to open my lips for him. I was starving for his touch. It was a hunger that had gone unsated for so long that. I had to get my fill because who knew when I would feel this blissfully full again? I opened my mouth, desperate for more of him, getting drunk on his taste.

"Once we do this, there's no going back. You'll be mine," Tristen whispered against my lips.

"I'm not going anywhere. I want this, Tristen. I want you. More than I've ever wanted anything. From the moment I saw you standing outside my house."

The back of my thighs pressed against his oak desk. I was unsure how we got there, so lost in the moment that I didn't even notice Tristen walking us backward.

"I'm a demanding man. I plan on having you in multiple ways, beautiful. You sure you’re ready?"

I nodded in agreement, willing to give him whatever he needed, whatever he wanted.

Tristen grabbed my waist and lifted me, placing me on the oak desk. My skirt rode up a little as his hands glided up my thighs. His fingers lingered on the outside of my panties, brushing against the lace.

"I already feel how hot your pussy is for me. Such a good girl," he said as he pressed my legs open. I sat on his desk, open and exposed myself to him. Stepping back, his eyes burned me with intensity as he drank me in.

"Stay there, and don't you dare close your legs," he ordered. He moved away from me and pulled up a chair, his eyes now level with my core. "Are you wet, princess?"

I nodded, unable to form any coherent words.

"I asked you a question.” Standing, he ripped my blouse open, sending buttons flying. He traced circles above my cleavage with his index finger. "Are you wet?"

"Yes," I whispered.

He bent and nipped my earlobe. My body broke out in goosebumps when he whispered, "I like seeing that little wet spot on your panties, knowing that I caused it." He lowered himself to the chair again. "Take off your panties."

I didn't hesitate. I pulled my panties down, letting them fall onto his office floor.

"Good girl. You have a very pretty pussy. I could stare at it all day." He picked up my panties and brought them to his nose. His eyes closed as he inhaled my scent before slipping them into his suit pocket. "You smell like heaven, Princess. My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting you."

"Then do it," I challenged.

"All in good time, sweetheart. There are a few other things I want to do with you first. Have you ever played with that pretty pussy?

My body grew hot from his words and his wanton stare. The idea of touching myself while Tristen watched me was a complete turn-on. I hadn’t realized I was a bit of an exhibitionist, but with Tristen, I knew it was what I wanted. I didn’t know how Tristen knew what buttons to push, but he did. The man seemed to have a straight line to my innermost desires and thoughts.

"Yes," I whispered, casting my eyes down.