by Hamel, B. B.
“It’s already hurting me,” she says. “You should have seen the way my team was looking at me. And don’t get me started on what Sven thinks.”
“What did he say?” I ask, afraid of the answer.
“He says, ‘How does big boss dick taste? Get to work.’”
I groan but can’t help laughing. Her impression of Sven is pretty spot on.
“Look, I’ll talk to him.
“No, please,” she says. “I’m begging you, don’t. It’ll make things worse.”
“Okay then.” I sigh. “I just want to make it right.”
“Please, just, I’ll figure it out, You’ll only make it worse. I really don’t want them thinking I’m the boss’s pet.”
I hesitate a second before smirking at you. “But you are.”
She glares at me. “Not funny.”
“I’m not joking. You are my pet, aren’t you?”
She shakes her head. “David.”
“Emma.” I walk closer to her. “You are my pet. You can pretend like you’re not, like this is all for the money, but we both know the truth.”
“This is so not the place for this,” she says, backing up against my filing cabinet. I stop inches away from her, and I notice that she’s breathing fast now, but not pushing me away.
“No, it’s pretty fucked up, right?” I smirk and put my hands on her hips, pressing myself against her. She feels so fucking warm and I want to taste her so badly it almost hurts. But she’s right, this isn’t the place.
“You’re my pet,” I whisper in her ear. “Admit it to me. I want you to say the words.”
“Is it in my contract?”
“No,” I say. “But it’s the truth.”
“Then I won’t say it.”
I laugh softly. “Good. I like that you still pretend like you want to fight.”
“Asshole,” she says, finally pushing against my chest. I step back and let her slip away, crossing her arms and blushing like mad. I turn to her, smirking, my blood ringing with excitement.
“We’ll just let it die,” she says. “No more being seen in public. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say. “Olivia’s also going to release a statement. You were with me at that party as a special thank you for such excellent work here at Envoy.”
She pauses. “We’re lying now?”
“Yep,” I say. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“So what do I do when people ask me about it?”
I shrug. “Tell them we’re not dating and don’t go into details about why you were with me. Say we’re friends, if you want.”
“Are we friends?” she asks.
“I don’t see why not.”
“Huh.” She looks a little surprised and then laughs. “I don’t think of you as a friend.”
“What do you think of me as?” I ask.
“A fuck buddy. A boss. I don’t know.”
“I’m all of the above.” I walk over to her again. “I think of you as a pet.”
“Watch it,” she says, a smile on her face, stepping away toward the door.
“Listen, one more thing,” I say before she can leave. “We need to… accelerate this process.”
She raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, there’s going to be scrutiny, but I still want my baby.”
She pauses, frowning. “Okay, so what does that mean?”
“I want to fuck you every single day until you’re pregnant.”
She stares, her face twisting into surprise, followed by delight, followed by a mask of neutrality. I grin at her conflicting emotions and the way she’s trying to control herself, but clearly she wants this.
“If that’s what you think’s best,” she says. “I can handle it.”
“Oh, you think so? We’ll see.”
She nods. “I’ll see you later,” she says.
“Yes, you will.”
She leaves my office, and my cock’s practically thrumming with energy for her.
I know I should be ending this and distancing myself, if not for my own sake, then for hers. But I can’t stop it, and she doesn’t seem to want to, either. I’m just using this as an excuse to see her more.
And I’m not going to wait long.
17
Emma
He buries his mouth between my legs and I gasp, propped up on one elbow.
He looks up at me and smirks. “I thought you said you were busy today?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “Not anymore. Now shut up.”
“Are you impatient?”
“No,” I groan. “Just don’t stop.”
“Got to get back to your desk?”
“Asshole.” I pull his head with one hand. “Don’t. Stop.”
He laughs and goes back to tonguing my clit in that incredible way he has. I tilt my head back and let out a low, deep moan as he slides two fingers inside my pussy, fucking me fast with them, sucking my clit nice and hard.
I grind against his mouth, and I know I’m going to come. I’ve been coming every single day for the past week, without fail, right here on his desk. He’s supposed to be fucking me, and every day I come in anticipating that today will be the day that he finally makes me feel that big, fat cock between my legs again, but every day I’m wrong.
Today’s no different. I’m not really complaining. He’s so fucking good at sucking my pussy and licking me until I come. I’ve never had a guy so goddamn good with his tongue before. His fingers are magical as they do their dirty work, his perfect lips sucking and his solid tongue licking my clit, pushing me closer and closer.
He’s so damn gorgeous, and he makes me feel so damn good. I love coming in here. Even if he’s not fucking me, and we’re technically not working toward finishing the contract, I just don’t care. Not like I can get pregnant again anyway, or at least it’s not even remotely likely to happen again. I might as well let him suck me off like this and try to enjoy myself.
Another intense orgasm grips me. He holds my hips tight, sucking my clit with two fingers deep inside my cunt, not letting me go until my last twitches and gasps slowly fade away.
He steps back and grins at me, cleaning his fingers off with his mouth. I shake my head, hair spilling all over me.
“That never gets old,” I say.
“Good. I’d start to seriously question my abilities if it ever did.”
I sigh and slide to the edge of the desk. I drop down onto my feet, pick up my panties, and slide them back up my skirt. I learned on the second day that wearing a skirt’s easier for all this.
He stretches and goes over to a small refrigerator he has tucked in the far corner of his office. He grabs a water and offers me one, which I accept. He cracks his open and sips it.
“Can I ask you something?” I say.
He shrugs. “Sure. What’s up?”
“Why are we doing this?”
He raises an eyebrow. “You mean, why have I been getting you off every day for the past week?”
“Yeah,” I say, blushing a little bit, but not as much as I would have expected just a few weeks ago. I guess I’m getting more comfortable with my sexuality, and I definitely have him to thank for that.
“Because it’s fun,” he says.
“You’re supposed to be getting me pregnant.”
He smirks, a little gleam in his eye. “Good point.”
“I’m not complaining,” I say quickly. “I’m just… wondering.”
“You’re wondering,” he repeats. He leans up against the desk next to me.
“Curious, you could say.”
“I’m sure you are.”
I groan a little bit, getting frustrated. I didn’t realize how badly I wanted this man to fuck me until right now. I’ve been enjoying him getting me off, but I’ve been missing the feeling of his cock inside me, his lips against mine, his body making mine sweat. Coming against his mouth is all well and good but I want more from him. I’m practically itching for it.
I actually want this man, I realize with a start while looking at him. I quickly sip my water to cover up any blush I might have, because I’m sure he can read me like a book.
I want him to fuck me so badly, and not just for the contract. If the contract were all I cared about, I’d just let him go down on me over and over for the next six months. I’d enjoy six months, or however long we have left, of really amazing orgasms until he pays me a ton of money. That’s a pretty damn good deal.
Instead, I want more from him. Despite everything, despite him being my damn enemy, I want him still. I want more than just his money. Hell, I want more than just his big cock inside of me, although I definitely want that.
He puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me against him. “You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he says.
I shake my head. “I didn’t say that.”
“You don’t have to.” His hand shifts up into my hair, pulling it back. I gasp a little bit and I feel that tingle of excitement between my legs. “I know what I’m doing, Emma.”
“What are you doing, David?”
“I’m making you want my cock so badly that you can’t help yourself. I want you drooling for it before I finally fuck you again.”
“Asshole,” I say. “I’m not drooling for anything.”
“I think you are.” He puts a thumb on my lower lip, his other hand tight in my hair. “I think you want my cock so badly, you’re willing to do anything.” He slides his thumb into my mouth.
I put it between my lips and suck on it hard. He groans a little bit, and I know what he wants. I push him back onto the desk and kneel down in front of him without another word, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants.
His cock comes free from his boxer briefs and I’m honestly surprised at how hard he is. I bet he’s this hard every day, and he still manages to keep himself under control. I stroke him gently before I take him into my mouth, savoring his taste.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunts as I suck him slowly. “You think this is enough to get me to fuck you?”
“I think you’re rock hard for me,” I say. “I think you want it more than I do.”
“You’re wrong,” he says, desire in his eyes. “You’re so fucking wrong.”
I move forward and let him slide into my throat. I start sucking him faster, wanting to make him beg for a change. He groans again and I feel his hands on the back of my head as he pushes me deep down his shaft. I take him, or as much of him as I can. I gag but I keep sucking, stroking him with both hands, wanting him so badly I can barely take it.
I’m sloppy and losing my mind and nothing matters to me. It’s almost like I’m going to come again as I please him and his grunts and groans fill my ears. I want him to get off so badly it almost hurts. I need to pay him back for all the times he’s done this for me.
I take him deep into my throat and he groans. I’m so wet I can barely stand it. I’m happy I have a pair of spare panties back in my desk drawer. I stand up, still leaning over with his dick in my mouth, and I slowly slide my underwear off.
I start to tease myself, rubbing my clit, down on my knees with my legs spread wide. He watches as I suck his tip faster and rub my own clit harder. It feels so fucking good and I’m moaning with a mouth full of his cock as he pushes me down deeper. I rub my clit faster, pressing it as his cock fills my throat and gags me. The pleasure and pain and excitement all push me over the edge, making me want to come again.
I suck him faster and faster, one hand working his shaft, the other rubbing my pussy. I’m so goddamn close when he groans. I’m moaning as he comes in my mouth and my throat, and the feeling of him spurting down my tongue makes me push against my clit faster. I come just as he’s finishing up, and I leave his hard cock in my mouth, wanting to taste him the whole time.
When I finish, I clean him off. I’m polite like that. I lick up his cock and slowly get to my feet, breathing hard.
“You can keep those,” I say, nodding at the panties.
He nods, a grin on his face. “Look at you. Little Emma, growing up.”
I toss him a look and can’t help but smile. His cock is still hard as I leave his office, my whole body ringing with pleasure.
I try not to analyze all that for the rest of the day. Although people have made little snide comments about how much time I’m spending with David, I don’t let it bother me. Sven hasn’t said a word since that first day, and even Mel’s starting to treat me normally again, although she was angry and jealous at first despite already knowing that I was going out with him that night. I think something about being on that blog really set her off. Maybe she craves internet fame, I don’t know.
I’m letting all that slide off my back. Once I get a fresh pair of panties on, I focus up on my work. I don’t bother David, and he doesn’t bother me, although he’s on my mind all the time. I can’t stop thinking about him. The way he makes me feel is unreal. I genuinely can’t stop myself around him.
As I’m finishing up the day, still thinking about sucking him off and coming at the same time, I get a text. It’s from David, and it makes me both excited and terrified all at once.
“Come to my place tonight,” it says. “Maudette will watch Julie.”
I hesitate. Does he finally want to fuck me again? I can’t help myself. “What time?”
“Seven. See you then.”
“See you.”
I lean back in my chair, excitement welling up through me. I’m happier than I have any right to be, but I’m not analyzing it.
He’s the enemy still. And I’m going to fuck him tonight.
18
David
I know it’s finally time. I’ve been holding off and pushing back and delaying for as long as I could, but it’s time.
I didn’t know I’d feel this way. I had no clue, not from the start. I knew she was special and attractive, but the idea of actually falling for her never once occurred to me. I thought this would be a fun game, and in the end I’d get her to admit that Julie’s my daughter. I figured I’d have some kind of custody sharing agreement, or something, I don’t know. I didn’t think it all the way through.
I never thought I’d fall in love with her, but I can’t deny it anymore. That’s the reason I haven’t been fucking her every day like I want to. Each morning she shows up at my office, looking so fucking sexy and ready to take my big cock however I want, but I can’t bring myself to do it.
I’ve been lying to her. Well, I’ve been misleading her at least. I can’t get her pregnant even if I want to, and she deserves to know the truth.
I know she’s going to hate me, but I hope she can understand. That’s why I haven’t fucked her. I’ve felt too guilty. Instead, I’ve been making her feel good, and falling more deeply in love with her every single passing second we spend in that office together.
The best part of the morning is after I get her off. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love her taste. I love that little pussy grinding against my mouth, her moans getting louder and louder. But afterward, she’s so happy. We sit there and talk for a while, sometimes about work, and sometimes just about whatever random crap we’ve been thinking about. I loved those talks so much. They made me realize the truth about what I’ve been feeling.
It’s love, fucking love. I haven’t felt this way in a long, long time. It’s why I told her about my ex, why I’ve been keeping this going for so long. I’m a fucking idiot, and now I have to come clean.
I’m dreading it. She shows up on time in this short black dress, looking so fucking sexy I want to fucking scream. “Want a drink?” I ask her, and she shrugs.
“Sure.”
I pour two glasses of wine. Her hair’s a little messy and down along her shoulders. The dress is tight and relatively moderate although it clings to her curves in an incredibly sensual way. I want to hike it up over her hips and fuck that tight pussy from behind but I control myself.
“I need to talk to you,” I say to her.
I look away from her. “No, I invited you here to talk.”
“Oh,” she says, and the disappointment in her voice drives me insane. “You don’t want to fuck me.”
I snap back to her. “What?”
“I’ve just been wondering why you stopped,” she says. “If it’s because of the contract, we can void it. I mean, if you’re sick of me.”
I groan a little bit. “God damn it, Emma. I’m not sick of you at all.”
She looks a little sad. “I’m not trying to be pathetic here, David, but I’m tired of throwing myself at you.”
“I know,” I say softly. “Listen, we just need to talk.”
“Let’s talk. I guess I’m sick of talking, but fine.”
I stand up and walk away from her, over to the windows on the far side of the room. She follows, drink in hand.
I turn to her slowly. “Before we signed the contract, I had a procedure done.”
She narrows her eyes. “What are you talking about? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I say quickly. “It was an elective procedure. A doctor injected my vas deferens with this type of plastic injection mold that hardens and fills it up, effectively cutting off the semen. It’s easily reversible with another injection which basically just flushes the stuff out when I urinate. All very clean and simple, totally painless, it actually took maybe twenty minutes all told.”
She’s staring at me the whole time, and I feel like a fucking idiot. I’m rambling about this thing, and not just saying the truth.
“I can’t get you pregnant,” I say finally. “I never could.”
She blinks, her hand gripping her wine glass tighter. “You… never could?”
“No,” I say. “I got it done before the contract started.”
“But before that,” she says, almost eagerly. “That first night?”
I blink. “What? No, no, I was, uh, normal then.”
“Oh.” She takes a breath and lets it out. “You did all this… for what?”