60: Good Behavior

Warning: Graphic adult content

Ginger

    My phone rings. Desmond.
    He warned me he'd be busy over the past few days with a case, and I haven't heard from him since.
    I still don't know if we're going steady.
    "Hey, stranger," I say when I pick up.
    "And I'm sorry for that too," he says.
     "I know," I say; then I grin. "Maybe you can find some way to make it up to me." I want to play. I'd gotten used to 'getting it' on a somewhat-regular basis the past few weeks, and we're going into a drought if I don't do something about it.
     He makes the groaning/growling sound like he's aggravated and says, "I can't yet." I scowl, and he continues, "Please don't get mad, but I need a book."
     "Are you," fucking "kidding me?!"
     "I asked you not to get mad."
     "Get your secretary to pick it up because I AM mad now," I growl.
     "Ginger..." he begs.
      Then I get an idea. I liked the begging. I relent and ask him what he needs. Then I tell him I'll bring it by in a few hours.
      Half an hour later, I close the library and head home to change my undergarments. Then, I decide to change into another outfit as well, simple but one that will surely torture him. I'm all about torture this evening.

     I smile sweetly at Patricia as I walk past her to knock on Desmond's office door.
     I have a moment of surprise when I see him get up to answer it. I'd expected him to just yell 'it's open.' His eyes rake me from head to toe (as they should), and I hand him the book. He swallows hard and thanks me.
      After Patricia leaves, I decide to sit and wait for a little while. Sure enough, the client--I'm surprised to see it's Bryce--walks out, leaving the office door open. I blush scarlet to Bryce's smirk as he walks past me. Desmond still sits in his office, unaware I'm out here.
     I loudly turn a few pages of the magazine I'm not reading, and I see out of the corner of my eye his head pop up to look my way. I slowly cross my legs the other way.
     "Ginger?" he asks, getting up out of his office chair.
     "Who else?" I snap quietly and slap the magazine on the table.

     "What are you still doing here?"
     I stand up. "Oh? Not a 'I'm glad you're still here?' or a 'What can I do for you this evening?' or something like that?"
      "That's what I meant," he tries to explain. Then, he goes ahead and asks, "What can I do for you this evening?"
      Perfect, I think as I slowly saunter over to him.
     "Well, for starters, this," I answer and kiss him.
     His response is immediate as he wildly clutches at my dress like he'd love to rip it from my body. He groans, and his goatee scratches my throat as he says, "Please tell me you did not wear this dress to work today."
      I shrug. "What if I did?"
      He lets out an adorably-shaky exhale and almost whines, "Ginger... I have to work on this case."
      Guessing, I say, "I'm sure Bryce will forgive you one evening." I feel since he's pressed against me how hard he already is. "But if you really want me to go..." He gets an iron grip on me. "Or do you want me to stay?"

      "You're not going anywhere," he growls and takes control of my mouth.
      I slowly undo his tie and a few buttons on his shirt while he works on the zipper at my back. When I think he's gotten it to where I can handle the rest, I say harshly, "Stop!"
       He pulls back in surprise. "What?"
       "You have been driving me crazy these past days, and I'm not so sure I want to give you what you want."
      "You want it too; don't lie."
      "Oh, sure I do, but I want something else even more."
      "What?" he asks, curious.

      I push his jacket off him, pull his tie off of his shoulders and walk around him, running a finger slowly down his arm. Then I grab one wrist and the other and use his necktie to bind his wrists together behind his back. He doesn't try to stop me. Instead, his breathing becomes fast and shallow.
       I walk back around to stand in front of him and say, "I want to drive you as crazy as I've been going these past few days." Then I press my body against him and kiss him while he eagerly kisses me back, already testing the strength of my knotting.
        "Where did you learn to tie knots?" he asks.
        I grin and decide to answer his question. "From a sailor." Instant jealousy flashes through his green eyes. I gently place a single finger over his lips in a wordless command to hush about it. The jealous look gets replaced by a hungry one when he surprises me by opening his mouth and sucking my finger into it. I like the feel of his coarse tongue on the pads of my finger.

      He takes a step towards me, and I back up a few while he holds my gaze. Then he pins me to the wall with his hips and attacks my lips with his.
      I let out a groan when he parts my lips with his tongue and grinds his hips against me. Even though he's the one bound, I have lost the upper hand for the moment.
       My hands reach up into his hair while he tests the strength of the knots again. I jerk his head back and state, "You want me."
      "Yes, I fucking do," he growls.
       Gotcha.
       I lightly slap him on the cheek. "Such language."
       The words quickly leave his mouth while he says, "There's more where that came from. Untie me, Ginger."
       "No."
       "I want that dress off of you."
       "Too bad."
       He moves to bend down to get his hands in front of him.
       "Oh no you don't!" I warn. "You do that and your punishment will only get worse."
       "I'm already being punished," he argues.
       "The other punishment you really won't like."
       "The only thing I'd like right now is to get my hands on that skin under the dress."
       "No," I snap and get out from between him and the wall. "Sit here." I point to a chair in his lobby as I make my way over to it.
       "I want you on my desk," he states defiantly.
       "No," I say again. "Sit. Down."
       Glaring at me, he does as I say. I take the tail end of his tie and secure it to the back of the chair.

       "Struggle too hard and you'll break your furniture." I point out, standing behind him and running my hands down his chest. When I've gotten far enough, he turns his head and licks my breast.
       I jump back in surprise to his victorious grin. I have to have something to beat that.
       "And to think. I was going to pleasure you," I say, faking a pout.
       "Nothing's stopping you," he points out.
       I stand quietly and stare at him, pretending to ponder my decision. Then, I walk over and lightly run my fingertips across his face and say, "That would be a reward. You sat like I asked, but then you had to go and take liberties that weren't given to you." He sits silently and breathes deeply while I continue. "Now I have to decide something else instead."
      "Please, Ginger. I apologize," he begs quietly.
      "No no. You're far to rebellious to deserve that," I say, and he looks like he's losing the battle over his self-control. "Although," I continue, "you do want this dress off, correct?"
      "Yes," he answers emphatically and squirms. "I'll remove it with my teeth if you let me."
      "That won't be necessary," I say with a smile, turn my back to him, and slowly, very slowly, unzip my dress. I hear him breathing heavily, so I turn a little to check. Smiling at him over my shoulder, I flip the dress off to stop at my elbows. Now he sees the lingerie I wear... the top of it anyway. His pupils dilate.
      "More?" I ask sweetly.
      "Yes," he cries pitifully. He's completely absorbed into the situation surrounding us, and I love it when he gets like this.
      "Yes what?" I ask, playing my part.
      "Yes, please," he whines.
      "Good boy." I smile and let the dress fall to the floor.
      He struggles against his bonds while I slowly walk over to him.
      "You want to touch me, don't you, Desmond?" I ask quietly.
      "Yes. Please," he replies earnestly.
       I make a tsk-tsk noise and say, "I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
       He lets out a tortured exhale and leans back while closing his eyes.
       "I can let you watch me touch myself however," I say and revel in the shocked expression he suddenly wears. "Where would you like me to touch myself?"
       "Your breasts," he answers in a groan.
       "Like this?" I ask, fondling myself in a way like I'm offering my breasts to him.
       "Yes," he gasps and weakly struggles a little more.

       I stand with my legs apart and play with my breasts some more as I say, "Oh, this feels so good, Desmond." I roll my head around on my shoulders and lick my lips. He watches me with his mouth hanging open like he forgot to close it.
      "I want you," he says, almost like he's talking to himself.
      "I know you do," I say, and he looks like he didn't think he'd said that aloud. Then I get another idea. "Where to you want me, Desmond?"
       "My desk. I want to fuck you hard on my desk."
       I smile, knowing we have as of yet to fulfill that little fantasy of his. "Perhaps some other time." I take a step towards him and lean over to kiss him. He eagerly shoves his tongue as far into my mouth as he can. Then I allow him to kiss my neck and breasts for a few moments. He moans with pleasure.
      The next moan gets quickly chased by a small whine when I lift off him. He looks up at me pleadingly.

     "Shall I take this off as well?" I ask, smiling.
     "Oh, yes. Then let me kiss you," he begs.
     "I call the shots here," I say chidingly while I remove my bra very close, but out of reach, to his face.
      The man lets out a pitiful cry, looking to be almost in tears.

     "Poor baby," I croon, cupping his cheek.
     "Ginger, please," he whispers.
     I finish unbuttoning his shirt and rake my nails lightly across his chest and abdomen. His eyes close and his breathing comes out in little shaky puffs. I gently move my hand to feel the hard bulge between his thighs. He lets out a small whine and throws his head back, trying to push himself further into my hand.
      "Do you want to touch me, Desmond?" I whisper into his ear while continuing to fondle him too lightly. If he wanted to, more correctly if he could, he could easily reach my chest with his mouth, but he's too busy going out of his mind.
      He groans a wordless response.
      "Well, do you?" I tease.
      "Ginger, please," he manages to get out.
      "You may touch me then," I say cruelly.
      He struggles with the knots again.
      "Oh no. Not with your hands," I point out. I remove his pants and shoes. Then I turn around and lightly sit in his lap.

      I lean back against him and rock my ass against his cock. I use the armrests of the chair to support most of my weight while I gyrate on top of him. He pushes up against me, hoping for more friction. A long groan escapes him while I continue to too-lightly rub him.
      I say breathlessly, "I'm so turned on right now, Desmond."
      "Please," he begs, and I part his legs and deposit my tush between them, backing up to press into him.
     "I need some satisfaction," I breathe.
     "Then let me give it to you," he pleads and starts licking the backs of my shoulders where I've laid back onto his chest.
      "Hm, not this time," I say. "But you can watch." I move my hand down between my legs and inside my panties.

      "Oh god," he whimpers and looks down over my shoulder as I tilt my hips up and pleasure myself.
       His groans match mine as I feel doubly turned on that he's watching me. He rocks his hips into my backside while I increase my own tempo.
       "I want that," he pants. Then his tongue roves around my neck and shoulders like he's desperate to have it elsewhere.
      My eyes roll to the back of my head as I arch my back and dig my fingers inside me at a crazy pace. Desmond moans and licks me wherever he can reach while I start to cry out as my pleasure builds.
     "Oh, Ginger," he breathes, and my hips jerk forward as I bring myself to a climax. Stars pop before my eyes from the force of my continued pleasure.
      Then I slump back against him and close my eyes for a while, catching my breath.
      "If you would please," Desmond asks after a suitable amount of time has passed, "madam, untie me now."

      I let out a light, higher-pitched 'hm' sound and turn to curl up into a ball in front of him, using his shoulder as a pillow. "I want to rest a minute or so." I like my Desmond.
       He cranes his head down and kisses me lovingly. The tender emotion takes me by surprise, and I find myself holding his face and kissing him back. I also find myself wanting to untie him early.
      He whispers, "Please untie me, Ginger." Then he kisses the tip of my nose.
      I nod silently, still shocked from his tender emotions, and get up to untie him. Once his wrists are freed, he flexes his hands and stretches before reaching out for me and pulling me into his lap again.

       Once I'm there, he kisses me in a desperate manner, holding my head firmly in place.
       "A sailor?" he asks.
       "Nothing but a small fling," I answer.
       "Very. Good. Teacher," he says, and I can't help but smile. "I tried everything I could think of."
       I sigh, a little sleepy, and lay my head on his chest.
       "Tired?" he asks me quietly while running his fingers through my hair.
       I nod and yawn to prove it.
       "That's too bad," he says cryptically.
       "Why?"
       "Because I'm not going to let you sleep tonight," he growls and lifts me into his arms while carrying me into his office.
       He quickly stands me to my feet before jerking my panties to the floor. Then he orders me to step out of them, and I do. Once that's accomplished, he spins me around to where I'm facing his desk.
        A trace amount of fear courses through me as he says into my ear, "Put your hands on the desk and keep them there." I let out a shaky breath, and he growls, "Now."
       I do so, and his hands rove all over me like this is the first time he's ever done it. Every touch, he acts like he's claiming me.
       "I wasn't allowed to touch you. Shit, woman, you drove me insane!" He pinches my nipples hard. I cry out and my hands fly up to his. He removes his even more quickly, and my ass is met with a resounding smack when he spanks me.
       "I said hands on the desk!"
       "I couldn't help it!" I gasp.
       "I know," he states, and I know he's grinning triumphantly.
       He steps away from me, and I can feel him looking at me as I hear what I guess is him removing the rest of his clothes.
       "You're so fucking gorgeous, Ginger," he says soft and low, and I shudder when he traces a single finger down my spine to my backside. Then he proceeds to push it into my vagina.

        I gasp before I hear him say, "And so wet." He moves his middle finger in to join with the other one as he slowly teases me. "I wanted to do this to you, and you denied me."
       "You liked watching me; admit it," I say defiantly, trying to keep my eyes from crossing.
       He laughs, not stopping his fingers, and says, "Yes. I did." After a short pause, he says, "And I wanted this." He suddenly removes his fingers to be replaced by his tongue.

      I jump in surprise and move to grab his head. He smacks my behind again, the message clear. I whimper as I dutifully place my hand back on the desk, now holding on for dear life as Desmond's tongue drives me wild.
      Just as I'm about to climax, he stops. "Noooo!" I cry out, frustrated.
      "Yes," he replies. "Welcome to my pain." His hands playfully explore me again as I feel his hard erection press against my backside.
       "Good girl. You didn't try to take care of yourself. I'd actually hoped to spank you again." His hand moves around to my front and dips down to masturbate me.
       I cry out as insane pleasure courses through me with each circle of his fingers. I remain so sensitive from earlier, and it's all I can do to remain standing.
        He slaps my butt again with his free hand before pressing his cock against me once more. I hadn't realized I'd moved, but I had.
         The pleasure builds, and I'm going to break.
         "Desmond, please!" I cry out, and then he stops.

       Furious, I spin around and slap him across the face. His head snaps back to meet an enraged look in my eyes.
        Suddenly, he grabs the back of my head and shoves his tongue down my throat. I try to fight him off, but he successfully uses his superior strength to overpower me, trapping my arms at my sides.

      He breaks the kiss, spins me around, pushes my shoulders forward, and swiftly starts pounding himself into me. I'm not given a chance to recover as he keeps a breakneck tempo, fucking me hard.
       "You feel so damn good, Ginger," he says while continuing with his thrusts. "By the way, you'll need a morning-after pill since I hadn't counted on this."
        He's not using a condom! I think in a panic and try to get away. I have several in my purse.
       "You're not going anywhere," he growls.
       "I have condoms!"
       "I don't want them," he says and slows down his tempo by half but doubles his force.
        Like a ticking secondhand, his tempo never falters.
        "I like watching you come, Ginger," he says in between thrusts. "And come you shall."
     Thank god. "Please, Desmond," I beg while his hand moves around to masturbate me once again. His movements change to cooperate with his fingers while he holds me steadily with one arm.
        Suddenly, he grabs my hips as an earth-shattering orgasm hits me with the force of a locomotive. He rocks himself inside of me while I try to recover standing up.

       "Now," he says simply and starts slapping his body into mine in very wet thrusts. He almost holds me up while I lay my upper torso upon his desk. "Finally," he breathes, and I see him look down at me out of the corner of my eye. "Fuck, yes," he hisses as I feel, yet again, that tightening sensation between my upper thighs and lower belly. I let out a desperate whine, knowing this next orgasm will surely tear me in two. Desmond shows no mercy as he drives us forward to the brink and over it as we climax simultaneously.

      Sometime later, I find myself sitting curled up in his lap while he sits in his office chair.
      "You're amazing, Ginger," he breaths down to me, and I can't respond. "I will never want anyone else."
      I think of something to say. "Even though I slapped you across the face?"
      He laughs. "Because you slapped me across the face." He laughs again, and I like the sound of it. I hear his heart beat faster just before he asks, "Will you marry me?"
       I freeze in shock as a life with Desmond stretches out before my mind's eye. It doesn't look smooth and easy, but then I realize I'd quickly grow bored if it were.
       I smile, knowing I'm making the right decision when I answer, "Yes."

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To answer a question I think will pop up if I don't answer it now, Desmond has another case in addition to the one he's working on for Bryce, which is Simon suing him for wrongful termination.

Thank you, NernersHuman, for your simself's (with minor alterations) cameo appearance as Patricia, Desmond's legal aid. Obviously, that role doesn't go away, so we might see you again too. :)