His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

“What was what about?”

“The dirty smutty look on your face,” she grinned, and I saw the movement of her head when she attempted to look my way again.

“Watch the road!” I yelled at her.

“Don’t change the subject,” she retorted. She kept her eyes on the road, and I managed to peel my fingers away from the seat, but I’d left a couple of indentations from gripping so hard.

“I did not have a smutty look on my face,” I replied, but the tell-tale flush of heat I felt creeping up my cheeks gave me away.

“Yeah---riiiight,” she grinned, not believing a word that came out of my mouth. “Was Levi talking dirty to you?”

Oh, God. Did she hear? I tried to keep the volume low, but maybe in the height of overwhelming passion, I was too loud. Then she laughed at the guilty look on my face.

“Ooooo, he did, didn’t he? He was talking dirty to you over the phone.” I kept my mouth shut, trying to stifle a grin. I wasn’t about to tell her we didn’t just talk. The sight of his fist pumping up and down on his hard cock, while he talked over face time, had turned me on way more than I thought it would have when he first suggested it.

My clit throbbed and ached, and I clenched my thighs together. Bad move. Now it was even worse. But I couldn’t help repeating the action. Clench---Release---Clench---Release. If I closed my eyes, and thought about what I’d seen him do last night, I was sure I could come. In the car. Right now. Just like he’d managed to get me to do last night when he instructed me on what he wanted to see me do from the other side of the country. Clench---Release---Clench---Release. How in the hell am I going to hold off until tomorrow?

“So---What do you think about phone sex?” she grinned cheekily. What in the fuck---Can everyone read my mind lately, or am I giving off vibes, or something?

“Nothing beats the real thing,” I mumbled in reply.

“Ha. I knew it!” she snorted, pleased with herself that she was proven to be right, but at least she kept her eyes forward, and focused on the road ahead. And I was relieved she did when my own lips curled upwards in a reluctant and telling grin, along with hers, but I didn’t say anything further.

*****

My clit was pulsing and throbbing all day, and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I investigated through a search on Google while I was at work where his office building was located, and I also determined the route of how to get there.

Then I’d taken a solo trip out of the office on my lunch break for a special purchase. Escaping without Toni in tow was difficult, but I managed it. And stemming her curiosity as to what I purchased and had in the bag that accompanied me on the way home, was almost like mission impossible, but I was successful in keeping her in the dark. Before I put my plan in motion though, I had to check he was actually still there.

“Hey. Are you busy? Still at the office?” He previously informed me he’d be burning the midnight oil in his office to free up time to spend with me on the weekend. My phone beeped when it received his answer to my text.

“Yes. Very. Why?” Short, and to the point. Then I received another one. “Nothing that can’t wait if you’re naked?” I giggled to myself as my fingers went to work.

“Not naked. Will u b picking me up tomorrow?” Although the time and day was arranged, I didn’t know if I had to meet him somewhere, or if he was collecting me. And talking about tomorrow, I won’t be tempted to hint at the surprise I was planning.

I’ve tried phone sex, which turned out pretty damn good, now I wanted to try something else I haven’t done before. I just hoped I didn’t suck at it!

My phone beeped again, while I took my most recent purchase out of the brown paper bag, and laid it out on my bed. The excitement in my belly increased just looking at it. So did the throbbing between my legs.

“Disappointed! I’ll pick u up. 6pm.”

“Okay. Don’t work too hard. C u tomoz. X.” It was a last second decision to add the X. Is it too soon?

I un-wrapped the outfit I bought, and stared down at it. Am I really going to do this? I tore the plastic off, and pulled the skimpy little short skirt out, holding it against my waist. Shit, it was very short.

By the time I finished getting ready, the butterflies had increased, and my stomach was churning like a small tornado was whirling around inside me. I shrugged on my overcoat, and did up every single button, all the way down to my ankles. There was no way I wanted anyone to see what I was wearing beneath it, except Levi.

The silk stockings felt decadent against my skin as I walked to the car, and sat in the drivers’ seat. I felt the tartan skirt ride up over my buttocks when my butt contacted against the seat. It will have to remain there, as uncomfortable as it was, there was nothing I could do about it. I wasn’t undoing all the buttons just to straighten it, and I wasn’t going to hike it up and lift my butt in the air to reach beneath it, either.

The white top I selected was cut low, so low my breasts were practically begging to spill out over the top. The only thing keeping them in, was the tie around my neck helping keep everything together enough so they didn’t spill forth in all their naked glory. The buttons only just met enough to go through the button holes, and they strained open, stretching the silk almost to ripping point. If I pushed my shoulders back, and thrust my chest out, it probably would. So I refrained. I wanted the shirt to last at least long enough to achieve my objective.

I had second, third, and fourth thoughts about what I was doing when I finally arrived, and turned the ignition off in the parking space I found just down the road from Webber Industries. And for the umpteenth time, I almost lost my nerve completely, and turned the car around to go back home.

But the throbbing ache was stronger now that I was actually here, staring at the building, knowing Levi was inside, and sitting in his office. Alone. Fuck. What if he isn’t alone? What if he’s in a meeting, or something? I haven’t thought this through. I dug my cell phone out of my bag, and tapped out a quick text.

“U busy?” Within seconds, he sent a reply.

“Yes.” I bit down hard on my lip, wondering if I should proceed with my plan. My phone beeped. “Why? U want more face time?” My clit pulsed tantalizingly, and I smiled in the dark confines of my car. Face time wasn’t quite what I had in mind.

“Maybe---but not if u r in a meeting.”

“No-one here but me. Get naked. U got 5 minutes.” Perfect. He was alone. I got out of my car, and strode across the street, and stopped out the front of the imposing building. All glass, chrome, and steel, very sophisticated. I was standing, my head leaned back, while I looked all the way to the top, when I was startled to hear my name being called out from behind me.

“Angelica?” I spun around so quickly, I almost lost my balance. “What are you doing here?” Simon smirked, his gaze raking up and down my length, and I felt the flush creep through my cheeks, embarrassed to be caught out dressed the way I was.

He wouldn’t be able to see what I was wearing, but it wouldn’t take an Einstein to work it out with my hair in high pigtails, and the ruby red lipstick plastered all over my lips. And the assessing way he was taking in my appearance, only confirmed he knew exactly what I was doing here, and I released an internal groan of shame.

“Simon---um---hi. I was just trying to surprise Levi.” His smirk widened, and I’m sure I saw a twinkle of amusement in his eye when my voice trailed off apologetically. “Maybe I should just go home---wait ‘till tomorrow,” I conceded quietly. He caught my arm when I began to turn back to where I parked my car.

“You won’t be able to get in,” he motioned to the automated doors, “they’re locked after six o’clock. You’ll have to follow me down to the parking garage. I’ll let you in the elevator.”

I waited, while Simon swiped a plastic card to open the gate, then again when he took out a key, and unlocked the elevator door. He didn’t follow me in when they opened, but leaned in, and punched the light illuminating the 32nd floor. With a barely concealed knowing grin, he gave me instructions on how to find Levi’s office.

“Turn right when it stops, and go all the way to the end of the corridor. He should have some lights on, so you won’t have a problem finding him.”

When the doors closed, I slumped against the mirrored wall at my back with a groan. As I watched the floor numbers light up while the car ascended, I pulled my phone out again. Typing out a text, my finger hovered over send, while I re-read it.

“Principal Webber, a disruptive student will be arriving in your office shortly. Please deal with her accordingly.”

I sent it, before I chickened out. My stomach was tied up in knots while I waited to see if he would reply. Fuck---I hope I sent it to the right number! I checked just to make sure, sighing in relief.

Then, the nerves hit me with a vengeance, and when the car finally reached the 32nd floor, I felt like I was going to be sick. But I’ve come this far, and I wasn’t going to change my mind. I was going to see my plan through. I just hoped it didn’t backfire too spectacularly if it blew up in my face.

My mouth dried up, and I couldn’t swallow, the gum I added for an extra touch, lodged like a lump of cotton wool in my mouth. My heart was beating a million beats a minute, and my hands started shaking.

You can do this---You can do this.

I followed Simon’s instructions, but with each step, I wondered if I’d turned left instead of right when I stepped out of the elevator. The corridor I was walking down seemed to go on forever.

Then I heard him, and my heart leapt. That was definitely his voice. I faltered. Was someone in his office, or was he talking on the phone? I waited, and listened, but I was sure I couldn’t hear anyone else. The door was only slightly ajar---not fully opened.

I took a moment to undo all the buttons of my coat, and slung it over a chair in what I guessed was his personal assistants reception. Taking one long deep breath, and exhaling slowly, I gradually, and quietly pushed the door open.

The low sexy rumble of his voice while he continued to speak, seemed to have a direct line straight down to my throbbing clit, and I felt the heat, and moisture increase in strength between my legs with every step.

He had his feet up on his desk, crossed at his ankles, while he reclined back in his large black leather chair, the desk phone held to one ear, and twirling his cell phone around with his other hand on top of the desk.

My ribs started to vibrate, keeping time with each beat of my heart, which was now pumping furiously from nerves inside my chest. He raised his eyes curiously, and his chair slowly moved back into its upright position. He removed his feet from the desk, and placed them on the floor and leaned forward, not missing a beat of his conversation, while I came to a nervous halt on the other side of his massive desk.

“Gentleman, I’ve supplied you with the price, and I’m not prepared to budge.”

More silence while he paused, obviously listening to someone on the other end of the call. But he’d said gentlemen. Plural. Conference call? The whole time he held the phone to his ear, he lazily raked those seductive eyes of his over every inch of my little outfit, sending charges of electricity prickling over the surface of my skin.

“That point is moot, Carlos---no, it doesn’t warrant any further analysis, or investigation.” Just hearing the smooth silkiness of his voice increased the dampness between my thighs, and I knew my thong was now soaked with my flowing juices. For a millisecond, I doubted my impulsiveness when I saw a glint in his eye that I hadn’t seen before, but just as quickly, it was gone, leaving me thinking I’d imagined it.

His now sultry gaze burned through my skin, heating it as though he’d run an open flame over me. That look I definitely know. My pulse quickened even more. His eyes now sparkled with amusement throughout the time his gaze continued with their lazy journey over my curves.

“Gentleman, this conversation is over,” he stated abruptly. “I’ve been presented with an offer I’d be a fool to refuse.” He surprised me by placing the phone back in its cradle on his desk, severing the call he was on. I blew a bubble, popping it with one finger, and twirling the remains of the bubble around my finger, until I popped it all back in my mouth, using my teeth to scrape the gum away.

Leaving his cell phone laying idle on top of his desk, he leaned forward, and held one hand out.

“Gum!” he demanded with disdain. “There’s nothing more unbecoming than a girl chewing gum!”

Placing both my hands on the top of his desk, I leaned forward, and opened my mouth, letting the pink, strawberry flavored blob of bubble gum drop down onto his outstretched palm.

My tongue darted out, and licked leisurely across both of my lips to taste the residual flavor the gum left behind when he leaned down, and dropped the offending blob in the bin beneath his desk.

“Stand up.” His sexy voice took on an authoritative, commanding tone, and I became both nervous, and excited at the same time, while I took my hands off his desk. On straightening up, I anxiously licked my unexpectedly dry lips. My gaze never left his darkened eyes, while he rolled his chair away from the desk, and stood.

Unwaveringly, I watched mesmerized in the course of him slowly making his way around, until he stood in front of me, and leaned his buttocks up against the edge of his desk, with his hands resting at either side of his legs, his fingers grasping around the bull nosed edge.

“Why have you been sent to my office, young lady?” he asked sternly. I panted with barely contained excitement when I realized he’d assumed the role of an unflappable Principal, and a slow, shaky, but sexily confident smile, tugged at the corners of my lips.

“I’ve been a very naughty girl, Mr. Webber.” My shy, breathy voice was laced with concupiscent tones although it wobbled slightly---from real nerves, and not just from the part I’ve chosen to play. This was all new to me, something I’ve read about, but never participated in.

“Naughty girls must be punished.” The cool, calm mastery of his voice when he spoke, excited me beyond my wildest imagination. The exuberance instantly grew in intensity when I noted the bulge forming in the front of his pants. My lips curled up again in a slight, but satisfied smile, seeing the evidence of his arousal, and knowing my little role playing game was working on him.

“Punishment amuses you?” The menacing way in which he posed the question wiped the smile clean off my face. Something in his demeanor warned me he was taking his role more seriously than I anticipated.

“N---No, Mr. Webber.” My voice trembled unsteadily, and I was second guessing if I should have started this little game with him. He seemed to be very adept at playing the role I’d chosen to bestow upon him.

He pushed himself away from where he was leaning his buttocks against the desk, and taking one giant step, he came to a halt in front of me, his muscularly athletic frame towering over me.

Taking one step to the side of me, he ordered me to lean over, bending at the waist with my legs and heels together, and grasp the edge of the desk with both hands.

It was in the process of doing this that I realized my ass was jutting upward. The low level of the desk, combined with how he told me to bend at my waist, had my head lower than my ass. How in the fuck is he comfortable sitting at this desk? He’s tall.

“If you relax, or let go of your grip---if you flinch, tense, or pull away in the slightest way---or if you utter one single gasp, or sound---your punishment will increase for each indiscretion. Do you understand?” I nodded, my eyes widening. Is he serious? “I didn’t hear you.” Fuck. He’s serious!

“Yes, Mr. Webber.”

“Before I deal out your punishment, there is one matter that needs clarification. You will address me as Sir---not Mr. Webber---understood?” He waited for me to answer with a raised brow. I started nodding my head, and his brow rose higher while a look of expectation crossed his face, and I quickly realized I was required to speak.

“Yes, Sir,” I answered.

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