Free The Predicament (The Proposition #3.5) by Katie Ashley

middle of the day? It was almost too good to be true. Although she desperately wanted to ask what had gotten into him, she didn’t want to piss him off and make him hang up.
    After widening her thighs, she said, “Okay. What now?”
    “Take your hand and place it on your calf. Then slowly trail it up your legs until you almost get to your pussy.”
    A shudder went through Casey hearing both his command and the use of the word ‘pussy’. Obeying his command, she slid her hand up her calf and up her thigh. She stopped just before she reached her underwear. “Okay,” she said in a ragged breath.
    “Do you want to touch yourself?”
    “Mmm, hmm,” she murmured.
    “Then start stroking yourself—but only over your panties.”
    Casey didn’t have to be told twice. She ran her fingers over her hot center, rubbing her clit over the lacy fabric. Wetting her lips, she let her head fall back against the headrest of her chair. As she closed her eyes, her breath began to come in harsh pants. It had been a long time since she had touched herself like this, and it sure as hell hadn’t been somewhere like her office. All those factors made her feel so wanton and made what she was doing to herself feel fucking amazing.
    “Does that feel good?”
    “Yes. Very good.”
    “Now slide one finger inside yourself.”
    She couldn’t bite back a moan of pleasure when she answered his command. Her hips rose and fell at the penetration while she kept rubbing herself. “Oh God,” she murmured.
    “Are you wet?”
    “Drenched.”
    “Good. Now use two fingers on yourself.”
    “Gladly,” she replied, as she thrust another finger deep inside herself.
    “Does it excite you thinking someone could be watching you pleasure yourself right now?”
    A shiver ran from the top of her down her spine, causing her to tremble. “Yeah.”
    “Would you deny yourself coming if you saw someone watching you?”
    Considering how close she was getting, she didn’t give a fuck about putting on a show. She just wanted to come. “No.”
    “Aren’t you a naughty girl?”
    “Yes. Yes, I am,” she panted, as she lifted her hips harder and faster against her hand.
    “Do you wish it was me?”
    “Oh God yes. Your fingers, your lips, your tongue…” She shuddered. “Your dick.”
    “Would you let me fuck you on your desk? Spread your legs wide and bury myself inside you?”
    “Mmm, yes.”
    “Can you wait to come until it’s around my dick as it’s pumping inside you?”
    “No...” She shook her head. “I mean, yes. I’m just so close.”
    “Would you like for me to let you come?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then beg me.”
    Casey was momentarily taken out of the moment by Nate’s command. It was so unlike him, and that drove her absolutely wild. “Please.”
    “Please what?”
    “Please, Nate. Please let me come.”
    At the sound of the door slamming shut, Casey bolted upright in her chair. Her eyes widened not at the sight of her boss or one of her coworkers. It was Nate.
    Without taking his eyes from hers, he took his cell and ended the call. In her shock, she had dropped her phone and had no idea where it went. Still unable to speak, she watched as he turned around and locked the door behind him. The click echoed through the room and made her shift in her seat.
    As he started over to her, she asked, “W-What are you doing here?”
    “I wanted to be able to watch you as you came.”
    She sucked in a harsh breath at his words. Although she had a million questions for him, she bit down on her lip to keep from asking them. With an ache between her legs, she wanted to see this through.
    “I didn’t tell you to stop touching yourself, did I?”
    “N-No,” she stammered. This authoritative side of him had her completely tongue-tied.
    “Are you still wet?” When she slowly nodded her head, he asked, “Do you still want to come?”
    “Yes. Desperately.”
    “Then I’ll let you.” At her sigh of relief, he held up a hand. “But not