My lover is my boss (LingOrm)

25 - Torture

Orm,s pov

I took a steadying breath as I walked down the corridor toward Ling's office, clutching the file in my hand a little too tightly. I'd made a mistake in my calculations, and now I'd been summoned. Ling didn't usually call me into her office, especially not for minor errors, but I could already imagine the way her sharp gaze would focus on me, dissecting my work with her usual precision. Just the thought made my heart skip a beat.

Finally reaching her door, I paused, gathering my thoughts. Knocking lightly, I opened it and stepped inside. She was seated at her desk, eyes fixed on the monitor with her brows furrowed. Even in her intense focus, she exuded a kind of calm authority that was both intimidating and... magnetic.

"I know, I know," I said quickly, hoping to save myself from a long lecture. "I messed up the calculations. I've already looked over them, and I—"

Ling looked up at me, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Yeah," she said, gesturing for me to come closer, "come here and look at the graphs."

Her tone was even, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes that made me wary. I walked around the desk to stand beside her, trying to focus on the charts she was pointing to on her screen. But as soon as I was within reach, Ling's hand slid around my waist, and before I knew it, she had pulled me onto her lap.

My heart jumped, and I let out a small gasp as I settled onto her legs, my pulse racing at the unexpected closeness. "Ling..." I managed, my voice coming out a little breathless.

She wrapped her arm firmly around my waist, holding me steady as she glanced at the screen. "Now, let's see you do the right calculation," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with a quiet authority that made my skin prickle. Her hand rested lightly on my hip, keeping me close, as if I belonged there, as if this were a completely natural way to work.

I blinked, trying to process her words as my cheeks flushed with warmth. "I... I don't know if I can focus like this," I admitted, feeling my heart pound even faster. Sitting on her lap was making every nerve in my body painfully aware of her, of the heat radiating between us.

She chuckled softly, her fingers tracing small, teasing circles against my hip. "Well," she said, her voice laced with amusement, "we'll just have to adapt to the... diversities." Her tone was playful, almost mischievous, and before I could react, she pulled me even closer, deep into her lap, so close I could feel her heartbeat through her blouse. A thrill ran through me, and I cursed myself inwardly for wearing a skirt today of all days.

Ling's hand drifted up to my shoulder, her fingers brushing softly against my skin, sending a wave of warmth through me. My pulse hammered, and I felt a bead of sweat start to form at my temple. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the numbers, but her presence was overwhelming, making it nearly impossible to concentrate.

"Are you okay, Orm?" she asked suddenly, her voice soft, almost tender. "You're sweating quite a bit." Her fingers paused for a moment, resting lightly on my shoulder as if to check on me.

"N-nervous," I stammered, swallowing hard and forcing a weak laugh. "I'm just nervous." But even as I said it, I could feel my cheeks heating up, and I knew she must have noticed.

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharpening with interest as a small smirk tugged at her lips. "Hmm," she murmured, her tone teasing, "are you sure you're only nervous?"

I felt a shiver go down my spine at her words, and the look she gave me only made my cheeks burn hotter. But I didn't trust myself to speak, afraid my voice would betray just how flustered I felt.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear, sending a thrill down my spine. "Are you... wet?" she asked, her voice a soft murmur, her words barely a whisper.

My eyes widened, and I turned sharply to face her, caught completely off guard. "What!? No!" I stammered, my face flaming as I tried to regain my composure. But Ling's eyes sparkled with amusement, and I could see she wasn't convinced in the slightest.

She arched an eyebrow, her smirk growing. "Then why," she continued, her tone gentle but probing, "are you sweating so much? I'm beginning to think there's more to it than just nervousness." She tilted her head, her gaze playful but intensely focused, like she was studying every reaction on my face. Her hand drifted a bit lower, resting on my hip, as she leaned even closer.

My heart raced, and I forced myself to look away, desperately trying to keep my voice steady. "I-I finished the calculation," I blurted out, the words rushing out in a flustered mess. My fingers fumbled as I hit save on the screen, desperate for any excuse to move, to put some distance between us before I completely lost my cool.

Ling chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with amusement as she released her hold on me. I quickly stood up, taking a step back to regain my breath and calm my racing heart. But as I moved, Ling rose from her chair too, her expression unreadable as she circled around the desk, coming to stand directly in front of me.

"Orm," she said, her voice low, almost purring, "don't tell me you're getting... worked up just from sitting on my lap." Her eyes held that same teasing gleam, and her lips curved into a mischievous smile that sent another wave of warmth through me.

I opened my mouth to respond, but my words faltered under her intense gaze. My heart hammered in my chest as I struggled to find a response, something that would dismiss her accusation without sounding like a total mess.

"I'm not," I managed to say, though my voice sounded weaker than I'd hoped. I could feel her studying me, watching every subtle shift in my expression, and it was as if she could see straight through my flimsy defense.

Ling's smirk grew, her fingers reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. "Alright," she said softly, her tone both amused and knowing. Her hand lingered just a moment longer before she let it drop, taking a step back.

Feeling my cheeks still flushed, I mumbled a quick goodbye and, before I could stumble over my own embarrassment any further, I turned on my heel and made a quick exit. As I closed the door behind me, I took a deep breath, leaning against the cool wall of the hallway to steady myself. My pulse was still racing, and I could feel the warmth lingering on my skin where her hand had rested.

I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew exactly what she was doing, and that she enjoyed every second of it.