Chapter 492 Seeking Help
At that moment, she realized her legs had turned to jelly without her noticing.
As soon as her foot touched the ground, her knees buckled, and she almost collapsed.
Charles chuckled softly behind her.
Like picking up a cat trying to escape over a fence, he effortlessly wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her back into place.
His large hand caressed her sensitive waistline, while the other hand pushed up the hem of her dress.
Before Diana could react, Charles's hand slid silently to the soft, tender inside of her thigh.
If she didn't react now, she might as well be a fool.
She struggled, her tone threatening, "Not here. I don't have that kind of kink."
But her struggle only caused his fingers, which were exploring between her legs, to hit their target directly.
Her face flushed red, and she grabbed his hair, trying to push him away, but Charles murmured, "Without my order, no one will come in. But if you want a thrill, I can have them come to the door..."
The CEO's office was soundproof, but he just wanted to tease Diana.
Before he could finish his sentence, she slapped him.
The crisp sound echoed, and his playful mood vanished.
Having been slapped, he felt he had to continue.
Through the remaining barrier, his fingers felt the wet, tender folds.
The small piece of fabric was quickly pulled down to her thighs, leaving her vulnerable entrance exposed.
"Hey, you can't... ah!"
Her exposed private parts glistened with moisture. Diana tried to close her legs to stop his next move.
But her legs were spread on either side of his body, and even if she squeezed them tight, she only managed to hook around his waist.
Moreover, her back was pressed against the edge of the desk, limiting her movements. She couldn't escape.
Charles lowered his head to kiss her trembling, rosy nipple, not using his fingers to part the closed lips.
Instead, he clenched his hand and knocked on the center of her already excited clit with his knuckles, as if knocking on a door.
Diana gasped, the sudden rough friction and the hard object pressing and scraping against her sensitive spot made her breathing erratic.
But it wasn't over. Her erect clit was caught and pulled between his knuckles, swelling and turning red. The wet folds were parted by his actions.
Diana's upper body fell back, half-lying on the desk, seemingly knocking some documents to the floor with a thud.
She didn't have time to think, panting softly with her head tilted. The trembling from her captured core spread throughout her body.
She wanted to escape, shifting her hips on the desk. But this only caused her sensitive clit to be tugged again.
She couldn't tell if it was pain, numbness, or something else, but it made her dizzy, her cheeks burning, and she took a moment to recover.
"Enough, stop moving."
Her shout carried an unconscious sob.
Charles kissed away the wet streaks, his hand applying more pressure, slowly twisting her swollen clit.
Her already weak body almost jumped, and he had to mercifully hold down her trembling thighs.
His head nuzzled against her chest, feeling her struggle in a whirlpool of desire, annoyance, and pleasure, unaware of how enticing she looked.
"Feels good, huh? But I'm still suffering here."
His voice was breathy, his eyes shimmering with a restless light.
"Help me out, I can't hold it anymore."
'If you can't hold it, just cut it off,' Diana thought sarcastically.
But below, Charles's hand continued to rub and press along her clit.
Her sensitive entrance was teased by his fingers, tightening and releasing more wetness, her red dress wrinkled, and even her thighs felt sore from the tension.
"Help me, please?"
His deep voice was coaxing, his fingers pressing down on her exposed, reddened entrance.
He hadn't even entered, just pressed lightly with his calloused fingertip.
Diana squirmed, making a startled sound.
His cheek was against her neck, his breathing heavy, his lips biting her neck in retaliation.
His finger, which had been circling the outside, pressed in a knuckle deep.
Unlike her nearly invulnerable attitude, her wet, warm channel immediately tightened around his fingertip, making him gasp.
Diana felt his hips thrust upward.
She heard him repeat, "Help me, please."
She closed her eyes, pretending not to hear.
At this point, there was no turning back. He could do whatever he wanted. But agreeing verbally was out of the question.
Facing her avoidance, Charles pursed his lips and withdrew his finger.
He lifted her waist, laying her flat on the desk, pressing her down with his warmth.
Her body trembled with the urgent kisses that left a trail of red marks on her lips, neck, and chest.
"Are you crazy? I can't breathe."
She couldn't escape, forced to face reality with open eyes.
Her mind couldn't keep up, dragged into a battle with sexual pleasure.
The wet, sticky feeling between her legs was uncomfortable, accompanied by the anxiety of her exposed private parts.
Her core glistened, her tender lips twitching with a tingling heat.
Her clit, swollen and red from rough handling, was pulled and examined, even pinched and lifted.
Just a slight stir of her wet inner walls produced a faint, sticky sound.
The continuous pleasure made her weak, hard to resist.
Diana's breath was unsteady, her arms, initially meant to push him away, unknowingly wrapped around his neck.
Her forehead rested on Charles's chest, her words barely audible,
"Get on with it, stop playing."
Her earlier defiance was forgotten. Diana thought, if she were a man, she'd probably be impotent by now.
"What did you say?"
Charles teased, blowing in her ear.
Diana dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving marks,
"If you didn't hear, forget it."
She tried to push him away, bending a leg to press against his abdomen.
But the next second, she heard a soft laugh above her.
Her ankle was grabbed, his thumb rubbing the protruding bone, the ticklish sensation spreading through her body.
He spread her legs again, placing them on either side of his body, leaning down to kiss her wet eyelids, whispering,
"I heard you. Thanks for being willing to help."
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