OFFICE TRYST

ADAIRA

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I was speechless as I watched him continue to pleasure himself despite my interruption. I should be disgusted by his shameless behaviour, instead, my mouth was completely dry because all the moisture in my system had migrated between my legs. He looked so decadent seated there, like a meal you know you shouldn’t have but can’t resist tasting. I totally forgot about my anger and my reason for seeking him out in the first place as I stared at him like I had never seen him before. His eyes were brown, and he looked so relaxed, but frustrated. I could see it in his facial expression, feel it through our bond, he wanted pleasure but his hand wasn’t giving it to him the way he wanted.

“I know you can feel it, Ira.” He said to me in a deep, husky tone that promised to fulfil all of my dark desires if I gave into it.

And he hadn’t called me Ira in a while. He was the only one who called me this, and I realised that I didn’t hate the name as much as I had claimed to when he first sa