Chapter 15_ Arya Cobbler

With a sweet smile, Arya bestows upon Kane, her most seductive look, whispering softly in his ear, "You know what? You're right." Her voice a mere whisper, tugging at Kane's heart.

Exploring his body with her right hand, tracing every crevice and contour, Arya's fingers move down his chest, ab after ab, going further and further down... Her other hand directed by Kane to his crotch, Arya glides her hand up and down his pants, stroking his impressive erection. Moving slowly and tantalizingly, their lips brush, almost colliding, as she breathes into his ear, "They should start calling you 'Big King', your majesty is more than well-equipped."

Groaning her name, Kane feels the wetness between Arya's thighs, her name evoking a sense of pleasure in that moment. Yet, she cannot give in to her desires and let Kane have his way. Arya stoically strokes him with more vigor through the fabric, leaning towards his ear and asserting, "That is not part of my job description, Mr. Kane." And with a sudden shift, she stops touching him and steps back, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.

The shock on Kane's face is palpable, his expression stunned by Arya's actions, and she can't help but relish in his shock even more than any orgasm. "W-What?! How can you leave me hanging like this?"

With a mischievous wink, Arya replies, "You're a big boy, Kane. I'm sure you'll figure out a way to blow your load. Just try not to make too much of a mess." And with that, she walks away, leaving Kane completely speechless.

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The next morning at work, Kane enters the office to find Arya already seated at her desk, her gaze fixed on the computer screen. "Hello Tigress," Kane greets before making his way towards his desk.

"And what might you be up to?" Arya inquires, causing Kane to furrow his brow in confusion.

"To work, obviously," he responds.

Shaking her head, Arya remarks, "Oh no, not that lackluster 'son of the boss' line of work you typically do. Allow me to assign you some legitimate tasks.”

"Allow me to oblige… What is your desired task? Copying, perhaps?" Inquired Kane.

"No, that would be too elementary. The machine handles all the repetitive work. Firstly, I require my coffee." Arya stated, a saccharine smile illuminating her features.

"Seriously? Is that not a bit unoriginal?" Kane raised an eyebrow skeptically.

Arya merely shrugged. "Perhaps, but there must be a reason it is a common occurrence. Make it a full cup, black… and expediently. Do you see that stack of reports over there?" She gestured towards a desk in the far corner of the office. "Read through them, ensure accuracy, and input the data into the central system."

"Fine," grumbled Kane, barely audible.

"Furthermore, we have a performance report to compose." Arya commented, garnering a raised eyebrow from Kane.

"How does that particular task unfold?" He asked, retrieving the papers from the table.

"You must gather all the statistics from the central system, year by year, organize them into a table, verify the calculations, and then detail the results and your overall assessment." Arya explained.

"My initial intuition is that it will be dreadfully mundane." Kane muttered with a sigh.

"It only gets worse from there." Arya grinned mischievously.

Kane nodded. "Do you have any other forms of torture lining up for me then?"

"No, my dear." Arya responded with a wink, causing Kane to chuckle at her antics.

"You are quite enjoying this, aren't you?" Kane hummed, to which Arya replied with her most charming smile and fluttering amber eyes. Kane's heart skipped a beat at her gesture and he quickly retreated to his own desk, burying himself in his tasks.

As the day whisks by, Arya steals a glance at Kane who remains diligently engrossed in his work. She's taken aback by the determination etched on his features, surpassing all her prior expectations. Glancing at the clock, she realizes how late it has become and how they are the only ones left in the building. "I must admit, I'm quite impressed. I doubt even I would be able to tackle another report without losing my sanity," Arya muses silently, her gaze lingering on Kane. "So, it seems you can work when you put your mind to it," she remarks loudly.

Kane lifts his head from the report and meets Arya's questioning look. "I am capable of many things when I so desire," he responds.

Arya nods, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "All you need is proper direction," she says.

"Is that so?" Kane smirks, getting up from his seat and walking towards Arya's desk. He picks her up and settles her on his lap, her legs draped on either side of him. He then sits on the desk, holding her in his arms.

Arya is taken aback by the sudden movement, gasping in surprise. Kane places his thumb on her lips, silencing her, as she takes in the prominent veins running up his arm. Arya swallows, her heart racing in her chest.

Using his thumb, Kane lifts Arya's chin, locking gazes with her amber eyes. The intensity in his gaze makes Arya shiver, a surge of excitement coursing through her. He kisses her forehead tenderly before trailing down to her cheeks, kissing her all over. He then leans down to capture her lips, biting and sucking on them. Arya can't help but moan involuntarily as an electric current runs through her body at Kane's touch, setting her skin aflame. He releases her lips after a brief moment.

"I crave you, Arya Cobbler. I yearn to envelope myself within your being, and ravish you. I want to hear you cry out my name in ecstasy. I have been aching to hold you in my embrace since the day we met. I want you to grind against me, Arya, I need you, my Tigress." Kane uttered in a low, seductive tone as he nibbled on her neck, then pressed his lips to hers once again, this time slower and more tenderly. He planted gentle kisses on her chin, along her jawline, tracing down her neck, over her chest, and further down. As his hands caressed her breasts through her clothing, Arya felt the fog of desire dissipate from her mind. She quickly scrambled away from his lap, distancing herself from him.

"Arya..." Kane's voice was hoarse, his desire for her evident in his intense gaze. Arya's knees shook slightly, but she refused to give in to him. She couldn't allow herself to be swayed.

"I-um, This isn't the right time." She managed to say, avoiding his gaze.

"And when will be the right time?" Kane asked calmly, his eyes never leaving her face.

"I-I don't know." Arya stammered, and Kane nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. He may not have received the answer he desired, but he had certainly stirred something within Arya. And perhaps, just perhaps, he wouldn't have to wait much longer before he could claim her as his own.