Chapter 24
To my surprise, Mr. Williams didn’t come Inside of me. Instead, he pulled out, groaned into my ear, and came on the inside of my underwear wrapped around my mid-thigh. He jerked himself off into them, making sure to get every last drop on the lace.
“Mila,” he murmured into my ear, still holding the tle tight. “Mila, you’re so fucking sexy p>
Another wave of heat rushed to my core, and I tried hard to suppress my orgasm. He lightly bit my jaw, released the tie, and pulled my underwear up my thighs.
My thong was coated with a thick layer of his cum, yet he made sure to get it snug against my entrance. He lifted one of my legs into the air to spread my legs even more, letting his cum glide onto my pussy, then he rubbed it in.
I dug my nails into his desk, leaving scratches on the dark wood, and threw my head back to let out another raspy moan. “Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh my God…” My pussy tightened. “Please, can I come? Please, Mr. Williams.” I begged for it.
He rubbed his fingers harder into me and strummed his finger across my throat. “Come for me, Mila,” he whispered into my ear.
My legs trembled, and I nearly stumbled over onto the desk. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.
After those salacious encounters, I continued to work under Mr. Williams, which was an open invitation for us to flirt. I didn’t have many duties other than to take meeting minutes and check the company’s inventory
purchases. It was all very simple but necessary for my grade and to keep our secret.
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During one meeting Mr. Williams was heading, I was taking notes as usual when a flicker from my phone screen lit up the room. Feeling bored I swiped it down, opening the message. It was from Everett. He’d been much more attentive, lately.
My eyes studied the selfie of him bare chested, his sinewy muscles naturally protruding, pulling his belt downward, just barely revealing his dark path to paradise. He was trying to entice me.
Everett: Pick you up after work?
Normally, this would have set me on fire; it used to be exactly what I wanted but now, all it did was cause me trouble. This was just another test. The pictures and messages were becoming increasingly risqué. He knew something was up as I’d been more distant, but never in his wildest dreams would he think the other man was his father…
Mr. Williams suddenly snapped me out of my daze with his baritone voice. Noting my obvious distraction, he circled around my desk like a wolf with its prey. I was both sexually enticed and mortified. I felt my pussy twitch as he neared, already becoming damp.
“Daydreaming during meetings, are we?” he asked. Everyone’s eyes snapped to me. I desperately suppressed my embarrassed blush. His dark eyes lingered on me a moment longer than necessary. In front of the room he announced, “Since you don’t find things interesting, I think the perfect assignment for you is to purchase this month’s office supplies, Mila p>
Forcing my mouth shut, I stifled a huff, burning inside with confusion. Was he jealous? I remained quiet, abruptly shutting my phone off. For the rest of the meeting, I vacillated between annoyance and fear, grimacing and tapping my foot until it was over.
When everyone had left the room, I sprang straight up, heading toward him. Though I felt confident at first, the moment I was within his space, my knees trembled, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
He smelled intriguing, with a touch of musk and cologne. It was the same scent I’d picked up on when he had me bent over the desk, his cock plunged deeply inside me. I almost began to undress in front of him but then I snapped out of it. Through fierce discipline, I tossed those thoughts aside and forced myself to speak. “You assigned that extra work, only to punish me, didn’t you?” I asked, swallowing hard, determined to keep my resolve. “If it’s over the picture, I can explain…” I trailed off licking my quivering lips as I spoke, my heart racing. A light sheen of perspiration wicked from my palms as I dug my nails into them. Leaning against his desk he looked at me over his bottom lids with a sly smile.
“Do you think I’m easily intimidated?” Mr. Williams asked, with a confident smirk then added, “Everett can’t handle a slut like you.” He gestured casually in my direction.
“H-How dare you?” I retorted, throwing my hands down but then I stopped when I saw where he pointed. As if to demonstrate his superiority over his son, he fanned his fingers over his crotch in his business pants. Even though only partially erect it proudly bulged, calling to me.
Exhaling through shuddering lips, I had to force myself from dropping to my knees and deep throating him right there. I hated to admit it, but he was right; he knew how to draw the nympho out of me. As if he read my mind, he beckoned with one sharp jerk of his index finger.
“Come here p>
Without control, I traipsed toward him dutifully, noticing how slick my thighs already were. My panties slipped between my legs, barely able to contend with my sopping pussy. With each step my core surged and swelled. Biting my lower lip, I blinked tightly once then batted my eyelashes at him.
I could see how enticed he was, his cock etched tightly against his zipper, flexing once. He gripped me, pressing himself between my legs, a gasp escaping my lips. Briefly, I glanced out the door terrified that one of his employees would come in and see us. This was so wrong.
Tilting my chin toward him, we locked yer as he asked, “Are you going to be a good girl and do what you’re
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I wanted to refuse but couldn’t resist as his thick fingers flitted up my skirt. A wave of pleasure rippled and I gasped as they spread, twisting my panties to the side. In protest he yanked them down.
“I thought I told you to stop wearing these,” he said in a gravelly tone then slipped his fingers inside my dripping slit. I moaned as he fingered me, causing me to arch back. He pulled my hair, staring straight into my
eyes.
“The next thing that comes out of your mouth better be, ‘Yes, Mr. Williams, I’ll do what you ask’.” My eyes widened as I shuddered against his palm, my nipples erect. I squeezed my thighs around his warm hand as I rode him hoping to sneak out a quick orgasm, praying that he would fuck me soon.
“Y-Yes, Mr. Williams.” I couldn’t help but stutter, exasperatedly. “I’ll do whatever you ask.” Whimpering I knew I was at the mercy of his rhythmic caresses. Refusing to release him when he tried to pull back, he wryly laughed and brought my ear to his mouth.
“You’re such a dirty girl. I’m the only one man enough to handle you,” he said, his warm breath clinging to my supple skin. “Isn’t that right?” he asked. I gasped and nodded awaiting his next command.
I was dying to have him toss me down on the desk and take me from behind but instead he pulled his fingers out of me and pressed them against my mouth. Willingly, I ran my tongue over my own juices silently begging
him to take me.
He dropped his hand, pressing his thumb to my swollen lips. When he forced it into my mouth, I grabbed him, eagerly suckling on his salty digit. As he slid his thick thumb out, my saliva trailed at the tip of it.
It reminded me of how his beautiful cock tasted when he thrust it into my mouth only days before. I stared between his legs then at him, my expectant expression unwavering. Pleading with my eyes, I exhaled as he moved to my mouth, tasting me. He lingered, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth, gently retreating, then he stopped.
I was on the verge of climax, legs involuntarily splayed out, clenching and contracting. My nipples could cut glass, my clit engorged; he could simply blow on me and I’d come for him. Instead of continuing however, he said, “Now, get those purchase orders prepared, or I’ll show you what real punishment is p>
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After work, I was surprised when Everett showed up, driving his navy blue five series BMW at the company
entrance.
“Hi, baby,” he said, handing me a bouquet of flowers. His behavior was out of character but then I gasped suddenly remembering his text and that I hadn’t answered him. It was all Mr. Williams’ fault.
Damn it!
As I stepped toward the sidewalk my legs were still sticky from our earlier encounter. I gulped, holding my throat. I wasn’t only nervous about hiding my feelings around Everett, but I was still turned on. What was! supposed to do now?
It would have felt incredible to be pounded by Mr. Williams but then he made me work on purchase reports, of all things. This was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn’t control myself. My boss was like a drug to me and his son paled in comparison.
I was lost in thought, standing in front of Everett when I realized we weren’t alone. Next to me was my colleague Evelyn, who crossed her arms, staring at Everett then back in my direction. She held a finger in her mouth, then clicked her tongue at me.
Turning toward her, I shrugged slightly in question. She smiled in a snarky way and raised her eyebrows. “E.J. came to see you, huh?” she asked. ‘E.J.’? She already knew who he was and had a nickname for him. Had she thought about this very scenario with her in my place? I must be like Cinderella in my coworkers’ eyes; I refused to reveal any relationship with the Williams, however. I don’t like flaunting wealth or status, my own or otherwise.
Instead of saying anything more, I followed Everett into his car to keep everyone quiet. Just as he closed the door for me, I saw Mr. Williams. My heart began pounding as I felt my clit engorge. If depriving me of his huge cock wasn’t ‘real punishment’, I didn’t know what was.
Instead of sharing the wistful passion lingering between my thighs, he appeared indifferent to me, an expression I wasn’t sure was for show or not.
“So, Mila, how was your day at work?” His voice finally drew me out of the daze I was in. How was my day at work… really?
Though I could hear Everett speaking to me, his voice was hazy compared to my lingering thoughts about his father. A rush between my legs made my core swell. I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through tonight without release in some form or another.
Glancing down I noticed my shirt’s top button was open. Discreetly, I pinned it back in place, glancing once at Everett, hoping he didn’t notice. I wondered if his father had left any hickies on my neck. I crossed my legs, trying to stop my incessant dripping. If only he knew.
A light sheen of sweat covered my voluptuous chest as Everett put the car into gear. I wasn’t ready to be out of Mr. Williams’ presence yet. There had to be a way to stall.
“Don’t you need to greet your father?” I blurted out. I wanted to see if he still had a raging hard on for me. God, I wanted to suck him. Part of me didn’t care if it was in front of everyone else, but I had to hide how I felt. What if my father ever found out? And Everett… even worse.
“Greet my dad?” he asked, then chuckled. “We aren’t formal. More like friends, ever since my mom left,” he said then added, “He won’t ruin our date.” That caught my attention as I flicked my eyes back to Everett, feeling my chest burn with annoyance. I curled my lip in slight disgust.
“This isn’t a date,” I said, refuting his claim.
Though it wasn’t perfected, Everett’s smirk was nearly exactly like his father’s. He didn’t carry the same level of control over me, however. It didn’t make my clit tingle or my knees buckle. I sat back, crossing my arms, shaking my head.
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“I never agreed to this p>
Everett ignored me, pulling away from the building. Feeling rebellious, I wriggled in my wet panties, purposely picturing what would happen if it were Mr. Williams driving the car. Would he pull over and make me climb on top of him right then and there? Maybe he’d ask me to treat his cock like the stick shift. My core swelled at the thought, and I felt a rush of adrenaline.
He owned my body, my desire.
My head didn’t stop spinning. The time when he came in my panties then forced me to wear them was on my mind non-stop. It must have been so fucking hot for him to see. I wondered if he jerked off every night thinking about me.
Before I knew it, Everett ended up at a bar where several of his popular friends hung out. These were people I’d never met before as he draped his arm around me. I pulled up a chair as Everett passed me a glass of wine. While I sipped it my thoughts became dirty once more. My nipples were erect and when I noticed Everett staring, I wanted to hide them from him.
If I didn’t stop obsessing about his father however, I was going to soak through my already wet skirt onto the bar stool. It crossed my mind to excuse myself and hide in a stall to rub my pussy. Only then would I be able to carry on a conversation.
But then Everett’s friends came over and I was shocked to normalcy momentarily. I was glad for the distraction and happy his attention was elsewhere. Before, it would have been exactly what I wanted-Everett devouring me with his eyes-but now, he wasn’t the person on my mind.
It was only after a few drinks that the room began to tilt. Shuddering, I pulled my phone out, my clumsy hands fat fingering the buttons. Luckily, Ada’s contact information popped up easily, the screen light flickering in my face out of my vertigo.
Me: Help, Ada. I’m at a bar and need you to pick me up.
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Though he’d been distracted moments before, Everett leaned into my space. I could tell he was drunk, especially when he suddenly kissed me. Feeling dazed, I pushed him away.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, slurring my speech. He laughed.
“What do you mean? You came with me for a reason p>
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, holding my pounding head. “I already told you I didn’t want to go out p>
“Yeah, but here you are,” he said, taking another gulp of beer. Voices picked up as I sought to comprehend what he was saying. Narrowing my eyes, I glared at him as he continued.
“You know, everyone said I could conquer any virgin with the BMW I have p>
My heart began to pound as my cheeks flushed. I was pissed off that he thought all it took was a car to get me to spread my legs. I burned to tell him the truth about who I really was.
“What the hell are you talking about? Firstly, I’m not a virgin p>
“You’re not a virgin?” he asked, sipped then scoffed. “That’s not what you said to me before p>
Thinking back to the texts I’d sent him in the past, I knew I had told him otherwise. He was right.
“Remember? ‘I’ve never truly been fucked’?” he asked me, holding the pint close to his lips.
Shit! At the time, I’d said it to entice him. Now, all I wanted to do was get out of here. Everett was staring at me, his lips partially opened. It only increased his interest in me. Squirming against the stool, I pursed my lips.
“So even after all those naughty pictures you sent me, you’re just a tease? Is that what you’re saying? If you need to be truly fucked, as you put it, I can help you p>
Without listening to my answer, he pulled me into the bathroom stall and locked the door. In my disorientation, I found it difficult to force him away.
“C’mon, I like you, Mila. I totally want you p>
I couldn’t speak, my whole body felt weak, but my mind was alert. I always thought I’d be highly excited, dripping and ready to do whatever he wanted but the person in front of me wasn’t the one I wanted.
“I promise to be exclusive,” he said as he struggled against me. “Now, let’s get you out of that skirt.” I was up against the wall, sweating and trying to maintain my posture. Though he had been my dream man only a few weeks before, that wasn’t who he was to me anymore. Still, he was appealing, and I couldn’t deny I was attracted to him, but it was nothing in comparison to his father.
Just as his sweating palms were about to push my skirt up from the bottom revealing my lacy panties, his phone rang. I jumped, trying to catch my breath.
“Why are you calling me?” he demanded, gripping the phone. His frustrated panting turned into angst grunts as he clicked the phone off.
“Damn it! I have to move my car,” he said, gritting his teeth. He left, his cock stiff in his pants as he slammed the door. Once he was gone, I slipped out of the restroom, narrowly escaping. To my relief, I ran into Ada who had come in response to my earlier text.
“Ada!” I exclaimed in relief. Just as she took my arm to help hold me up, one of Everett’s friends tried to stop
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.