by L. J. Dee
“Service me,” he growled, his voice raspy and tinged with the same need I felt. It was an instruction I hadn’t heard before, but I knew exactly what it meant. I opened my mouth to the head of his cock as he pushed it against my lips almost urgently. I was rewarded with an instant burst of pre-cum as he cursed above me and I moaned deeply, sending vibrations down his swollen shaft as he pounded my lips harder and harder.
I took him deep in my throat, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard as they burned in protest. My own need was pulsing violently between my thighs and I heard his breathing grow shallow, knowing he was reaching his climax as he thrust against me. I brought my hands up, cupping and fondling his heavy balls and it was enough to send him over the edge as he pulled out suddenly. “You’ll pay for that,” he groaned as I gasped loudly, feeling the hot burst of cum showering my face.
I could smell it and taste it, droplets of salty lush wetness that dripped across my swollen lips. I must have looked utterly debauched; kneeling, blindfolded and wet, covered in my Dom’s cum and loving every second of it, as the familiar sound of Melody’s voice echoed through the room again.
My initial reaction was shock. I’d envisaged one meeting and then I’d finally receive the release I was craving so badly. It looked like Lucas had other ideas. I should have learned never to try and second guess my Dom, he was always unpredictable, but I wasn’t certain I could wait any longer.
He took my hand, spinning me twice before leading me around the office. I had totally lost my bearings and had no idea where I was. He pushed me against a wall, kicking my legs open roughly and placing my hands on the cool paintwork, palms down.
“Stand there and don’t move. You need a lesson in obeying your Dom and not driving him crazy with lust, opening yourself up even further to him while he’s busy. Hold this position like a good girl and I might let you come,” he said firmly, groaning deeply as he ran his tongue slowly across my bottom lip, collecting his own semen as I moaned against him. I couldn’t bear him leaving now, needing his touch and warmth, knowing I’d have to endure more of this blissful torture before I got my reward.
“But I need you, Sir,” I gasped, reaching out for him as he stepped away.
“Then be patient, sweetheart and you’ll have me,” he said with a low deep voice, dripping with seduction as I tried to hold my arousal and my nerve.
I was trying to figure out where his footsteps were going and establish where I was. Front or back, left or right? It was difficult to tell and for all I knew, I could be standing in the main office, naked and exposed and covered in cum. I was breathing hard, intensely aroused and completely disorientated, adrenaline surging through my veins when I heard the words, “Send him in,” and my heart stopped in my chest.
I bit back my desperate groan. My senses were overloaded, my need almost insatiable as I listened for the door and the unfamiliar footsteps of his next guest, trying to focus my scrambled brain. I was still around the corner, but much closer to his desk as far as I could tell. It was impossible to know for sure and I felt certain that was the point.
“Good morning, Minister,” I heard Lucas say, sounding like he was rounding his desk to shake his hand. Minister? Oh. My. God. This was insane. I couldn’t be standing naked, covered in spunk, only feet from a minister of the British Government. ‘Holy shit’ I thought, as another unwelcome thought flashed through my mind. He might be an actual minister, a man of God, in which case I was going straight to hell for this particular sin.
Surely even my incredible Dom wouldn’t be that twisted, although I couldn’t put anything past him at this moment in time. I listened hard, trying to ignore my pounding heart and the unappeasable throbbing between my thighs.
“I want you to know I’ll be lobbying hard against this proposed new export tax,” Lucas said sternly as his visitor chuckled gently and I let out a silent sigh of relief. This was Government, not God.
“I would expect nothing less, Lucas, but the PM won’t be moved. We are in the middle of a recession and we are working hard to balance the needs of the economy with the need for growth.”
“If you strangle businesses much further, you’ll halt the growth completely. Do you know exactly how many new taxes my operation has become subject to in the last few years?” Lucas asked seriously to an ensuing silence. “Well, you should, because I do. Thirty. Seriously Christian, thirty fucking taxes, and if you don’t believe it, have one of your people check it out.”
“You can’t hold us responsible for all of them, Lucas,” the man said firmly and I could hear the growing irritation in Lucas’s voice. I wasn’t certain whether it was the thirty taxes or sexual frustration, but I couldn’t imagine it being the latter. He’d just got his rocks off, unlike me, and I was growing increasingly desperate at the incessant pulsing of my clit that I just couldn’t calm or ignore. Lucas had never made me wait this long for an orgasm.
“Perhaps not, but neither can I call to account a party that is no longer in power. You understand business, Christian. We sat through enough of those damn classes together at Oxford. You are making it almost impossible for us to operate in the current climate.”
Lucas was serious and assertive and all it was doing was heightening my need. I loved it when he demanded and it sounded like he was about to make some demands of the minister.
I stopped listening to the words, hearing only Lucas’s low authoritative tone and I couldn’t take it any longer. My hands moved to my swollen clit and I began to rub, biting my lip to stifle my impending moans. Relief flooded through me as I tried to stay silent, stroking my folds and shocked by just how wet I was. I was swelling under my own touch, opening my legs even further. I didn’t want to orgasm, knowing I couldn’t do that silently, but I needed relief from the throbbing.
I’d thought maybe one or two touches would calm me enough, but I was too aroused. It wasn’t working and as the intense waves began to build, it was impossible to push them back. I moved my hands, but I couldn’t take it, spiralling out of control and I was lost. I heard the word “Stop”, angry and urgent and blasting through my muggy haze. I hoped it was aimed at the minister and not at me, because there was no way I could.
I’d lost control, passed the point of no return. I tried to establish if Lucas’s visitor was still in the room, but my head was spinning and my body awash with pleasure.
“I don’t want us to fall out about this,” I heard, realising he was still here and wishing he wasn’t. I needed Lucas inside me and I needed him now, clenching my free fist and ramming it in my mouth in a desperate bid to stay silent as my other hand sped up.
“Then go and see your boss and sort it out, or I’ll move my manufacturing division to fucking Taiwan.” I heard the scrape of a chair and footsteps growing fainter, until the heavy wooden door clicked shut and Lucas was striding back towards me. I didn’t need to see him to know he was angry, or determined, or both. I could hear it in his movement and his breathing as he grew closer.
“What the fuck are you trying to do to me, baby,” he growled, pulling off my blindfold roughly as I stared up into those incredible eyes that were blazing. It wasn’t anger, it was desire. It was pure, unadulterated, unapologetic carnal lust as he grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me across to the side of his desk.
“Bend over,” he ordered as my heart soared out of my chest with the thrilling realisation that my beautiful Dom was as turned on and affected as I was. I did as he said, hearing his zipper and the rip of foil before he thrust forward suddenly, ramming himself inside me and I screamed out loud.
There was no thought of Melody, or the business heads, or the Minister of the British Government, only Lucas. The fullness was intoxicating as his fingers found my clit and in seconds I was unravelling. My pussy clenched around his rock hard cock, and we were grunting, moaning, panting and crying out as strong waves of pleasure rocketed through me and I all but collapsed in my bliss.
Every cell of my flesh was tingling in glorious aftershocks as he
pulled me tighter, nuzzling my neck and moaning deeply.
“My beautiful girl, you are fucking incredible, but your orgasms belong to me,” I heard as Lucas stilled and his cock twitched and jerked deep inside my centre, filling me with even more cum. Seconds later I heard his zipper, forcing myself up and turning around to face him, utterly boneless.
“Get yourself cleaned up,” he said, placing a soft, chaste kiss on my forehead and moving to sit at his desk as I stared at him for a moment, hurt and dejected by what felt like a callous brush off. It seemed so at odds with what had just happened that I hung my head, trying to hide my emotions before I moved to retrieve my clothes and padded off to the bathroom.
Everything about being with Lucas was a headfuck. I washed my face, cleaning away the evidence of his orgasm, smiling to myself and wondering if he was mad or not. He was always so cool and collected it was hard to tell. He hadn’t been mad when he’d been coming, and I shivered deliciously at the thought as I reapplied my make-up and tried to calm the pinkness in my heated cheeks.
I left the bathroom, holding his gaze as I walked across to his desk, standing where I’d just been fucked. I knew I’d broken some basic rules of submission, but I could live with that. The consequences had been more than worth it and I was trying to stifle my smile, knowing that had been an experience I would never forget. Lucas was raising his eyebrows at my expression and my smile broke as he frowned slightly. It looked like he was trying hard to stave off a grin of his own.
“Got anything to say?” he asked, quirking his eyebrow at me as I pressed my lips together, trying not to smile.
“Err, sorry,” I shrugged. I wasn’t.
“For what?” he asked, tilting his head as a small curve tickled the side of his mouth. I knew what I should be sorry for in theory.
“I’m sorry for being impatient and not awaiting your instruction, and for getting altogether carried away,” I said as he pulled me onto his lap. I squealed in delight, releasing the giggle that had been lodged in my throat.
“As long as you understand,” he said, blowing out a huge deep breath as his smile finally broke and he pulled me tight, shaking his head and looking quietly amused.
“I’ll let it slide this time since that was so fucking amazing,” he winked, brushing his lips against mine as a huge surge of victorious warmth enveloped my limbs and I curled into his chest. Pleasing him elated me as much as displeasing him disturbed me, and this was a feeling I much preferred.
“You keep surprising me, baby. I thought maybe I’d hear ‘amber’ today and instead you start masturbating four feet away from a Government Minister,” he smiled as I started to laugh.
“You worked me up too much, I couldn’t help it.” He placed his warm lips against mine as affection washed over me and I knew that last night was completely behind us.
I cuddled him for a final time before jumping from his lap and deciding it was about time I actually did some work, before he started to reconsider his investment. “I’d better go. I’m going to try and meet Charlie later to discuss the ideas for the Engineering Division event,” I smiled as he nodded, still chuckling and shaking his head as I left the office, wishing every workday could start this way.
“Where are you meeting him?” he asked as I pulled the handle.
“We haven’t confirmed it yet, but Dexter is on a sleepover, so I’m open. Unless he’s over here on other business, I‘ll probably nip up to head office,” I smiled as he nodded, returning to his work as I returned to mine.
CHAPTER 20
Charlie was only free at five thirty and asked to meet me at a wine bar in the City. It was unusual, but a welcome change from the office or the four walls of my apartment. It was a rare treat to be out in the week and would distract me from calling Samson Flatstone’s mother for the third time to check Dex was still okay. I’d heard them in the background, screeching and running riot. The poor woman had enough on her hands with two wayward five year olds, without adding an overzealous, anxious parent into the mix.
He’d never stayed out anywhere except Mrs Jones’ house before. I wasn’t sure how he’d manage, but according to Pauline Flatstone, my son was adjusting far better than me. He knew Samson from Sports Kids and school, and I knew Pauline the same way. He’d been pestering about this for months and I’d finally caved in.
She’d call me if there were any problems and I pushed my anxiety to one side, waving at Charlie as I entered wine bar. He was leaning casually against the curved solid oak bar in a beautifully cut three piece suit. My mouth curled into a suspicious smile as I took in the delectable creature that was standing right beside him. Coincidence? I didn’t think so and it was hard to hide my delight.
He bent to kiss my cheeks as I smiled up at him brightly before Lucas did the same. “Hello, gorgeous,” he whispered against my ear, sending a bristling shiver running down my spine as I looked up at Charlie, wondering if he knew about our unusual morning.
A slight flush fired up my cheeks as visuals burst into my brain and I could see Lucas grinning in my peripheral vision as Charlie asked me what I’d like to drink. I straightened myself up, trying to get my professional head on and asked for a glass of water.
“Why?” he laughed as I shrugged, adjusting my heavy bag on my shoulder that was holding my laptop and the files for the engineering event.
“Because I’m here to work,” I said as he chuckled gently.
“We can do business over wine. Just talk me through the pitch, Jess. I’ll get the idea, I don’t need all the detail,” he said as I nodded.
“White wine then, please” I smiled as Lucas put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me over to an empty table at the far end of the bar, pulling out a seat and searing me with an incredible white smile.
“You look fucking delicious,” he said, taking his seat as I smiled broadly, warmed by his words before Charlie joined us.
He handed me my drink as I took a sip, following Lucas’s gaze to the television screen hanging over the bar. The place was crowded and the sound mute, but I stilled, open mouthed as the words ran across the bottom of the screen. Jesus. Had I played with myself only feet from the man who was currently being interviewed outside the Houses of Parliament?
“Christian’s doing well, isn’t he?” Charlie said, nodding at the screen and smiling at Lucas.
“Not as well as he could be doing. I lost my cool with him this morning over the proposed changes to the export tax. I was somewhat distracted,” Lucas said; an unmistakeable curve at the side of his mouth as he glanced at me and then back at his brother.
I sipped my wine and put my head down as my cheeks flared again. “Go easy on him, Lucas. He might be your best mate, but he won’t take any of your shit now he’s a member of cabinet. He could make PM one day and that’s a pretty powerful ally,” he smiled as I gasped in shock, looking again at the screen and the handsome politician, catching the words ‘export tax’ as they ran across the bottom of the screen.
“Well, he’s obviously taken my words on board. I’ll let him beat me at golf and it will all be forgotten,” Lucas smirked as Charlie laughed, shaking his head.
“No you won’t. You can’t lose on purpose; it’s not in your DNA,” he grinned.
I pulled out the file, arranging it on the table and looking up at the sound of a scraping chair, only to see Chas smiling back at me and nursing a large gin and tonic.
“Are you two finally on a date then?” she asked as Charlie stood up, kissing her on the cheek and I threw her a warning stare.
“No, it’s a business meeting, which you’re crashing,” I said, raising my eyebrows in irritation as she laughed. She took a seat anyway, putting her drink on the table and splashing tonic all over my file.
“Charlie invited me,” she said as I glanced at the boys in turn, wondering what the hell was going on here. It felt more like a date than a business meeting, but we were compartmentalising at Lucas’s insistence. He didn’t seem unduly fazed by the appearance
of my sister. He must have known she was coming and I wondered if he’d set this up on purpose. I was flattered, if somewhat confused, and tried to bury the butterflies erupting in my stomach as I drank in those incredible features.
“Well, it’s good you’re here, anyway,” I said, trying to regain control of the situation. It was sixty per cent my business, and right now Charlie was my client. I only had two and I could ill afford to cock this up.
“Why?” she asked as I smiled across at her.
“I was going to suggest ‘Madventure’ for the Engineering division away weekend,” I said as she laughed.
“I bloody love that place, Charlie,” she grinned.
“Your staff will have a great time. It’s all about team bonding and outdoor pursuits. It’s a really good laugh, if a little off the wall,” she laughed as he raised his eyebrows.
“The foods shit though, you’re better off with outside caterers,” she smiled as Charlie grimaced. She’d read my mind.
“That’s where you come in, Chas. I was hoping to utilise one of your catering suppliers like you did for the last Elite event you held there. That way, you’d have to be there anyway and oversee things,” I smiled, biting my lip as she smiled knowingly. We couldn’t both leave Dex for a whole weekend; no one would have him for that long.
“Which means you wouldn’t have to be? I get it. You want me to run it,” she said as I nodded.
“Will you be there?” she asked, turning to Charlie as he sighed.
“Unfortunately, yes. The CEO’s delegated this one,” he said, glancing at Lucas who was smiling broadly.
“You’ll love it. Charlie. Hey, maybe we could share a wigwam,” she winked as he held her gaze for far longer than necessary. They might have settled on friends, but the sexual chemistry was unmistakeable.
“It just got better. Tell me about the wigwam,” he smirked as Chas flashed her eyebrows.
“You’d better be good with your hands, because we’ll have to build it first,” she said as Lucas laughed.
