Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Zana

I stand in front of the full-length mirror, eyeing my reflection with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. The dress I've chosen hugs every curve like it was painted on, leaving little to the imagination. My ample bosom threatens to spill over the plunging neckline, and the hemline barely qualifies as a skirt. Paired with five-inch heels that make my legs look a mile long, I'm the walking definition of "dress code violation."

I'm going to make them regret asking the remote workers to return to the office.

As I strut into the bustling office, I can practically hear necks cracking as heads swivel to stare. A small part of me wants to shrink away from the attention, but I squash that instinct. I'm on a mission, after all.

It takes approximately 2.7 seconds for Xnaurl to spot me. His emerald eyes widen, then narrow dangerously. "Ms. Estrada. My office. Now."

I sashay past him, making sure to add an extra sway to my hips. "Why, good morning to you too, Mr. Sonagh. Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?"

Once inside, he closes the door with a bit more force than necessary. "What do you think you're doing?" he growls.

I perch on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs slowly. "I'm reporting to work, of course. Is there a problem?"

Xnaurl pinches the bridge of his nose. "Zana, we've talked about proper decorum in the office. This…is not it." He gestures vaguely at my outfit.

"Oh? This?" I look down as if seeing my barely contained breasts are a normal occurrence to me. "But, I thought you said that we would have a relaxed dress code to ease the transition of remote workers to office life?"

"You and I both know that there is a time and place for this dress, and this office is neither of those."

"And when exactly is that time and place? Because last I checked, I'm a remote worker. Yet here I am, in an office, following some arbitrary rules about fabric coverage."

He leans against the wall, arms crossed. "I warned you about pushing my buttons at work."

"Funny, I don't see any buttons," I quip, eyeing his muscular chest. "Though I wouldn't mind pushing a few..."

Xnaurl's jaw clenches. "This isn't a game, Zana."

"Isn't it?" I stand, smoothing down my dress. "Well, if there's nothing else, I should probably go find my office. Maybe join that orientation tour for the new hires. I'm sure they'd appreciate a friendly face, and they can explain the dress code to me better."

As I reach for the door handle, Xnaurl's large hand covers mine. The heat of his skin sends a shiver down my spine.

"Don't," he says, his voice low and rough.

I turn to face him, our bodies mere inches apart. "Don't what, X? Don't follow the rules? Don't push your buttons? Or don't leave this office looking like this?"

His green eyes blaze with a mixture of frustration and desire. It's a look that makes my knees weak and my heart race.

"All of the above," he growls.

I bite my lip, fighting back a grin. "Make me."

X's eyes flash with a primal hunger that sends a thrill down my spine. His lips crash into mine, his kiss rough and demanding. My back hits the door as he presses against me, his massive frame engulfing mine. I melt into him, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"You're impossible," he mutters against my mouth.

I can't help but chuckle. "You love it."

His hands roam down my sides, bunching up the fabric of my dress. When he reaches my bare skin, he pauses. "No underwear? Really, Zana?"

"What? I'm embracing the dress code. Less is more, right?"

X growls, lifting me effortlessly. He carries me to his desk, sweeping papers aside with one arm before setting me down. "You're going to be the death of me."

"But what a way to go," I tease, watching as he kneels between my legs. His large hands spread my thighs, and I bite my lip in anticipation.

His fingers trace along my inner thighs, sending shivers through my body. "Let's see how long you can keep that smart mouth shut," X challenges, lowering his head between my legs.

The first swipe of his tongue has me arching off the desk. "Oh god," I whimper, gripping the edge for dear life. X's tongue finds my clit, and I gasp. My hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as he works his magic. God, how does he always know exactly what I need?

X's ministrations are relentless, his talented mouth working me into a frenzy. I feel the pressure building, my hips starting to buck against his face. "X, I'm close, I'm-"

Suddenly, the delicious sensation stops. My eyes fly open to see X looking up at me, a wicked gleam in his eye.

I whine in frustration. "Why'd you stop?"

X looks up at me, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Punishment, my dear Zana."

"For what? Being too sexy for the office?"

X's green eyes narrow, but I catch the hint of amusement lurking beneath his stern expression. "For being a brat," he says, reaching into a drawer. "And for thinking you can outsmart me."

Before I can protest, he plunges a finger into me, making me cry out. "X, please!"

"Please what?" he asks, slowly pumping his finger in and out.

I'm about to beg him to let me come when I feel something else pressing against me. My eyes widen as he pulls out a smaller version of an alpha dildo. "Is that...?"

"A dildo? Yes," X confirms, his voice low and gravelly. "You need time to reflect on your actions, Zana."

My heart races as he applies lube to the toy. "And how exactly am I supposed to reflect with that in my—oh!" I gasp as he slowly, carefully inserts it.

"That's your punishment," X says, sliding the toy inside me. I grip it with my muscles, hoping to find some relief to my aching need. "Good girls get to orgasm. Naughty girls who don't follow the rules... Don't."

I groan, torn between frustration and arousal. "You're evil."

He smirks, standing up. "And you love it."

I can't believe this. I'm so wound up I could scream, but X just stands there looking smug. "You're seriously going to leave me like this?" I ask, my voice a mix of disbelief and desperation.

X's eyes glint with mischief. "Oh, I'm not done yet." Before I can process what's happening, he's producing a small, glittering object from his desk drawer. "Turn around."

I comply, curiosity overriding my frustration. That's when I feel the cool touch of lube and – oh. Oh no.

"Really?" I yelp as he eases the butt plug into place. "Isn't this a bit much?"

"You need time to think about your actions," X says, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. He taps something on his phone. "One hour. That should do it."

I turn back to face him, wobbling slightly in my heels. "And what am I supposed to do for an hour?"

He gestures to a standing desk in the corner of his office. "Reflect."

As I make my way to the desk, I can't help but sass back. "You know, most bosses just give a verbal warning."

"Most employees don't show up practically naked," he retorts.

I lean on the desk, trying to look casual despite the toys inside me. "So, what? I'm supposed to just stand here and work?"

X nods, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Exactly. Maybe next time you'll think twice about how you come to work."

As he turns to leave, an idea strikes me. If he wants to play hardball, I can too. With deliberate slowness, I reach for the zipper of my dress.

In one motion, I shimmy out of my dress, letting it pool at my feet.

X freezes, his eyes widening as he takes in my naked form. "Zana, what are you-"

"Just following your instructions," I say innocently, turning to the computer. "You said to reflect on my actions. Well, I'm reflecting on how overdressed I was."

A low growl escapes X's throat, and for a moment I think I've won. Then I hear a small click, and suddenly the toy inside me springs to life, vibrating intensely.

I gasp, gripping the edge of the desk. "That's cheating," I manage to say between shaky breaths.

X's voice is low and dangerous. "All's fair in love and war, sweetheart. I'm going to go get a coffee. Enjoy your reflection time."

He walks out, leaving me naked, plugged, and vibrating, I can't help but wonder if I've bitten off more than I can chew. But damn if I'm going to let him win.

I grit my teeth, trying to focus on the screen in front of me. The numbers and charts blur together as waves of pleasure radiate through my body. God, why did I have to be so stubborn?

"Having trouble concentrating?" X's deep voice startles me. I hadn't even heard him come back in.

I force a smile, though it probably looks more like a grimace. "Not at all. Just crunching some numbers. You know, like a good little data scientist."

He leans against the desk, his green muscles rippling as he crosses his arms. "You're punishing us both, you know. If you'd just admit you were wrong, this could all be over."

I snort, trying to ignore the way my thighs are trembling. "Me? Wrong? Never heard of her."

X sighs, his expression softening. "Zana, sweetheart, you're killing me here. And from the looks of it, you're not doing much better yourself."

He's right, of course. I'm achingly close to the edge, desperate for release. But my pride...

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lie, my voice breathy. "I could do this all day."

X raises an eyebrow. "Really? So if I turned up the intensity..."

The vibrations increase, and I can't hold back a moan. "Okay, okay! I give up. You win. Please, X, I need you."

In an instant, he's there, spinning me around and lifting me onto the desk. "Say it again," he growls.

"I need you," I whimper, spreading my legs. "Please, X. I want you so bad."

He doesn't need any more encouragement. In one swift motion, he removes the toy and thrusts into me, filling me completely. I cry out in relief and pleasure as he sets a punishing pace.

"Is this what you wanted?" he pants, his hands gripping my hips.

"Yes, yes, oh god yes," I moan, wrapping my legs around him.

As he pounds into me, I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, losing isn't so bad after all. Especially when it feels this damn good.

I feel the telltale swelling at the base of his shaft, and a thrill of anticipation runs through me. He hasn't tried to knot me but I need him to. I need to feel all of him inside of me. "X," I gasp, "your knot... I want it. Please."

He hesitates, his rhythm faltering. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

I grab his face, forcing him to look at me. "I'm sure. I need all of you."

For a moment, I see vulnerability in those green eyes. Then, with a growl, he presses forward. The stretch is intense, bordering on pain, but as his knot locks into place, an explosion of pleasure rocks through me. I come hard, clenching around him, dimly aware of his own release as he fills me.

X collapses on top of me, his arms wrapping tightly around my body. We're both panting, sweaty, and thoroughly satisfied.

After a moment, I can't help but giggle. "Well, I guess this solves the dress code issue."

He lifts his head, quirking an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Clearly, the only appropriate office attire for me is you," I say with a wink.

X snorts, a rare full smile spreading across his face. "Somehow, I don't think HR would approve of that policy."

"Spoilsports," I mutter, then bite my lip. "So... about coming to the office..."

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "You're right. This isn't going to work, is it?"

"Not unless you want a repeat performance every day," I say, only half-joking.

"Don't tempt me," he growls, then softens. "How about this: I will have your apartment downstairs considered an on-site office, and your presence in this suite shall be considered optional. Deal?"

I consider it. "Deal. But you have to promise to visit me for lunch breaks."

"That," he says, leaning in for a kiss, "is a policy I can definitely get behind."