Inheritance

Chapter 19

"What I chose to wear today had nothing to do with you. I simply realized that I was drawing the wrong kind of attention." 

"What kind of attention?" He echoed almost instantaneously, as his face shifted to an emotion that was hard to decipher.

"Oh no. You don't get to play Mr. Nice Guy. Remember, you're the big bad wolf who doesn't have a forgiving bone in his body." I nudged his chest harshly with my index finger.

"Sasha." He stepped forward, as his pupils eerily constricted.

"What, Kendall? Are you the big bad wolf today who's going to eat me?" I sneered, noticing how the conversation was beginning to shift into a not-so-innocent direction. One that was inevitable when the attraction and emotions I felt for him were immutably real.

"You would like that. Wouldn't you?" The notable drop in his tone caused butterflies to gather in the pit of my stomach, but I fought to restrain them.

"You wish."

After a moment of exchanging chastising stares, he took control of my hand that rested along his chest and guided it towards his mouth. Slowly parting his lips, he grazed my finger along the entrance and, after a few moments of teasing, shoved it inside. I immediately felt a sense of deja vu from when I had previously sucked on his fingers in the bathroom at my uncle's condo. 

Lapping his wet tongue around my finger, he unexpectedly bit down on the digit, causing me to release a frail whimper. The cry provided all the fuel he needed to bite down even harder, as my available hand latched onto his bicep. His eyes never left mine, while his tongue engulfed my finger to sooth the pain.

"Stop..." I pleaded, steadily feeling my senses weaken.

Kendall ignored the plea, scooping my body up onto the edge of his desk so that I was partially seated on top of it. One of my legs responsively hooked around his waist to bring him closer, as he continued to suck on my finger. Eventually, I mustered enough strength to push against his chest, allowing my finger to slip loosely away from his luscious lips along with a light moan.

Peering at me with those fiery eyes, I found myself short of words. Instead, I turned my vision to the finger that had gone into his mouth. Evidence of the intrusion still glistened. His gaze seemed to trace my focus to the same finger that he now held in front of my face.

"Put it in your mouth." He challenged, captivated by the coital sight.

Part of me couldn't believe that this hulk of a man had been the same little boy who used to stutter and be afraid of the dark. The other part of me held a firm desire to consent to anything it took to please him. As a result, I quickly became conflicted between wanting to satisfy him and needing to retain an ounce of the self-dignity I still had left.

"No." I said quietly, my dignity suppressing all other desires.

My show of defiance only seemed to incite him, as he whisked me around with one hand so that I now faced his desk. Bending me onto the flat surface, I allowed him to roughly press my chest down. I could feel his hand trickle up my side, erupting the cascade of butterflies I had successfully kept caged until now.

"No fucking problem. I have a better place in mind." I gasped when I felt him move his hand to the button of my pants.

"Would you like that, Sasha?" He questioned, just as his fingers began to fickle with the zipper. 

I could feel myself throbbing, but I was still adamant on putting up a front of resistance against my most carnal desires. I wanted it, but my pride wouldn't let me verbally express my need. Instead, I settled for an almost undetectable nod.

"Oh no, baby. If you want it, you have to beg for it." He murmured, as his lips caressed my inner cheek. I shuddered at the feel of his breath landing succinctly onto my skin. 

All caution and pride had been thrown out the window, and I was ready to beg.

"I—"

A knock on his door ceased all actions. My hands rested on the tabletop to leverage the vulnerable state of my body.

"Kendall, it's me." Patricia's identifiable voice swept through the room.

He quickly removed himself from me, opting to sit behind his desk for reasons unknown. He studied me for a few seconds longer, while I hastily zipped up my pants and wiped my finger with a napkin

"Come in." He said, once I was fully presentable.

"Hey babe, how are you—Sasha? What are you doing in here?" She gave me a deathly stare, barging through the door in six-inch heels and a skin-tight body suit.

"You do know I work here, right?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yes, I do know that. But, you don't work in this office, so you can leave." She dismissively gestured her hands like she was swatting at a fly, signaling for me to go.

"And you don't work at a strip club, yet you're still dressed like...that." I mumbled under my breath, as I left the room.