by Dani René
“I am,” he tells me, joining me at the breakfast counter. Our kitchen is kitted out with the latest appliances, but I only use the coffeemaker and fridge. I’m not much of a cook, neither is my son, so we normally order in dinner.
“I’ll miss you.” I don’t know where the words come from, but I utter them anyway. He glances at me in shock. I’ve never shown affection, never hugged him, or told him I love him, and I realize what an asshole that makes me. But saying those words only hurt more than they helped.
“Yeah. I’ll be back in no time. Then, once I graduate, I’ll be out of your hair,” he says without any inflection, telling me he’s angry. Instead, I recognize the hurt running rampant in my son.
“You know you don’t—”
“I do. This is something I need to do on my own, Dad. I’m grown up now,” he tells me. I agree, he is, but he’ll always be my son.
His phone beeps. He swipes the screen and taps out a response, then glances at me. “Time to go.” He steps up to me, offering me a hug, then I watch my son walk out the door.
I find that I’m not sad at all. I’m proud of the man he’s becoming. Strong, independent, and confident.
Heading into my home office, I open my laptop and log into the banking account. Typing in the details I need from the staff document I have saved, I add in the value and hit transfer. The money will hit her account in the next few moments. A smirk lifts the corner of my mouth. She will be mine. Only mine.
I wasn’t going to go into the office today, but I have to see her. Perhaps I’ll fuck her on the desk. Maybe I’ll make her come so hard, Eric will hear and want to watch, and I’ll show him how to claim a woman.
I head into the bathroom to get ready for work, my mind on contracting Kristyn to be my escort for the meeting this evening. I’ll ensure she’s dressed for the occasion. Her beauty will be a deal sealer. Strangely, her stage name fits her perfectly.
Kismet.
Fate.
I’ve never believed in that shit, but there must be a reason she’s walked into my life—into my office. I was the one who found her when she needed a job. Eric told me to do what the fuck I wanted as long as she was something to look at.
The asshole has devoured her and undressed her with his eyes every single day. I don’t blame him, though. The clothing she wears is enough to have us all hard as fuck around the office, but I chose her because of her resume.
She has a business degree and is a marketing professional. Having her there to help with advertising has helped business. That makes me wonder what exactly she needs the money she was earning by stripping.
Then I recall her dad. Since I’ve never met the man, I don’t know anything about him. Of course, I know nothing about Kristyn either. The only thing I’m sure of is she wants me as much as I want her.
Once I’m dressed in a tailored charcoal suit and blue button-up, I head out to the car. I don’t bother with a tie. Slipping into the driver’s seat, I pull out onto the road and head toward the office.
It’s quiet when I pull into the parking lot. Not even Eric is in yet. Stalking up the stairs toward the entrance, I step inside, and her perfume immediately assaults me. The scent of lavender fills the space.
When I reach the offices, I find her tapping away at the keyboard. Her eyes snap to mine when I near her.
“Good morning, Mr.—”
“Cut the shit, Kismet. Get me coffee and meet me in my office.” I stalk by her without a second glance. I need to steel myself enough to get through the contract I prepared for her. Only then can I look at her and bend her over my desk. The vision is so vivid, I’ve cemented it in my mind.
She enters my office moments later, but it’s too soon. I haven’t thought about how I wanted to approach this. When I gave her the offer last night, she agreed, but that was late night angst. She was needy, so was I. Now, in the light of day, I’m not sure she’ll go through with it.
“Your coffee, boss,” she says quietly, almost shyly, but there’s a teasing lilt to the word and I find myself intrigued by her display of submission.
“Thank you. However, if you would like to give me a title, it will be Sir,” I offer, and her eyes dart to mine in shock. Her mouth gapes, then closes a second later. Her pouty lips purse, and my dick jolts at the vision.
“I can’t…I mean, that’s…”
“It turns you on,” I tell her, sipping the steaming black liquid. She doesn’t deny it. This is something she needs, craves. When I talk to her like that, her body trembles. I’ve noticed it since the moment she stepped into my office months ago.
“Maybe, but calling you Sir? Are you serious?” she utters, scrunching her cute button nose. The act is so innocent, she looks far younger than her twenty-one years. It makes me want to see her dressed in a school uniform with white cotton panties and pigtails.
“You like it dirty,” I tell her, settling myself in my black leather office chair. “And you like my filthy words.” Once again, she doesn’t deny it. “Tell me, Kismet,” I lean forward, my elbows on top of my cherry wood desk, “did you touch your pretty pussy last night?”
Her cheeks darken with embarrassment. She doesn’t respond with words, merely nods her assent. Her body was so pliable, I probably could’ve sat her on the kitchen table and ate her sweet hole until she gushed all over my face.
“You know, Mr. Kingston, you’re vile and crude,” she starts, seating herself on the chair. Her left leg crosses over the right, drawing my attention to her smooth calves. Her black heels are about four inches in height, making her legs look longer, even though she’s seated.
“Tell me that while calling me by my title,” I order, then sit back, waiting for her to refuse. I spread my legs, and watch as her gaze drops to my crotch.
“You’re vile and crude,” she whispers, lifting her eyes to meet mine once more, “Sir.” The word is mumbled with shyness, but it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.
“Good girl,” I praise her with a smile. The air sizzles between us. Electricity I’ve never felt before shatters the silence between us when she sighs.
“I’ll give you what you need, since you’ve already paid me. However, there will be no sex. Let me make one thing clear.” She meets my gaze with a steely glare. Fuck, she’s beautiful. “I’m not a whore. If you ever offer me money to fuck you, I’ll refuse.”
Her voice is breathtaking, making my cock hard. It’s a rod of metal behind my zipper, all for this beautiful vixen sitting opposite me. Her leg swings over the other, uncrossing them offering me a glimpse of her thighs, though her panties elude me. Frustration is evident as I groan at the sight of her. Seductive, exquisite, perfect.
“I will concede. You’re not a whore, but make no mistake, Ms. Marshall, I didn’t pay you to fuck me. I gave you that money because I can’t see you working in a place like Poison. I want you. I’ll fuck you. And when I do, you’ll enjoy it, you’ll beg me for more, and I’ll oblige, because I can never say no to a beautiful woman.”
Chapter Six
Kristyn
When I squirm at his words, he notices. A predatory gaze watches me as if he’s about to strike. Every nerve in my body is electrified by his presence, his words. My tongue darts out, licking my lips in a slow motion that has those mocha colored orbs boring into me.
“You want me?”
“I do,” he responds with a nod. “Not only because you’re beautiful, but because you’re a strong, independent woman who makes my cock painfully hard.” This time, he smiles. A genuine, wolfish grin that makes him look younger than his forty years. “I’m aching to take you, Kismet,” he murmurs, low and gravelly.
Rising, I stalk toward him, feeling more confident that he not only wants me beside him at the office, but he wants me to sleep with him. If I play it cool, he won’t realize I have no idea what I’m doing. That I’m so inexperienced, I’ll probably fumble the moment he rips my panties off.
“And when do you think that will be, Mr. Kingston?” I p
urr his name as I lean over his desk, lifting his silver pen and pressing it to my pouty lips.
“Kristyn.” My name is a warning. His eyes dance with electric desire. “I suggest you sign the contract on the printer tray and set it on my desk, then leave my office.” There’s no confusing his tone. It’s dripping with barely restrained need.
“And do you think that’s what you really want?”
“Sign the fucking contract,” he bites out, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the arm of the chair. I nod slowly and turn to the printer to pick up the said contract. It’s one page. Five rules, nothing more. My eyes scan them easily. Using his pen, I scrawl my name on the dotted line.
“There you go, Mr. Kingston.” I smirk as I set the page before him. He grabs the pen from my hand, his fingertips brushing along mine, igniting the skin where we made contact. My panties are soaked, the arousal drenching the black lace material.
“Take off your panties,” he orders, as if reading my mind.
“What?” My gasp is met with a satisfied smirk. The sinful devil is back, and I have no way of denying him anything. The man looks at me as if I’m his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and decadent dessert.
“You signed the contract. You’re obliged to obey everything I ask of you. Now, take off your panties and set them in my hand.”
I shuffle the black lace down my thighs and step out of them slowly as my heart thuds wildly at the embarrassment of this situation. I can’t stop the blush that heats my cheeks when I notice how wet they are. He bundles them in his grasp, lifting them to his nose. I watch in awe, shock, and desire as he inhales the scent of me, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure.
“You smell like you need a good, hard fuck,” he tells me. “Do you?” I nod. My throat has closed up and my mouth is as dry as the Sahara Desert. Arid and sandpapery. “Get on my desk, lift that skirt, and show me what’s mine.”
My body moves.
My mind argues.
My heart leaps into my throat as I bunch my skirt up to my hips. When I settle on his desk, he rolls his chair between my splayed thighs. I’ve never spread myself so lewdly for a man, but the way his dark eyes regard me, I’m not scared.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty little hole,” he says as his thumbs spread my smooth lips. “So pink and tight.” His words cause me to blush a darker red than before. He leans in, his mouth breathing cool air over my heated flesh, causing me to whimper.
He does it again and again, and my hips rise up, needing him to make contact. But he doesn’t. Instead, the man before me teases and taunts, blowing over my puffy entrance. My wetness drips down between my ass cheeks.
“Close your eyes. Just feel,” he tells me, and I obey. Taking both my legs, he hangs them over his shoulders and finally allows his mouth to suck on my clit, sending me spiraling through the darkness into euphoria. He doesn’t relent. He continues eating my pussy, devouring my flesh, licking and lapping at me.
A soft click sounds in my head, but I can’t move as pleasure overrides my body. Every nerve alights, sizzling with electricity as his mouth closes around my clit. His teeth graze it, and he bites down hard, drawing a cry from my very core as my toes curl and body shakes violently.
He moves back an inch, offering me a smirk of delight, his full lips drenched in glistening arousal. “Bend over my desk. I’ve been dying to do this for months.” His order is a feral growl. He’s turned into an animal in the space of a few seconds.
When I turn to bend over his cherry oak desk, I gasp. “M-Mr. Pearson.” A mumble tumbles from my lips. His blue gaze bores into me as he leans on the doorjamb. Dressed in a charcoal suit and gray shirt, he looks like he’s just been to a fancy dinner or a photoshoot with GQ magazine.
“Am I late for breakfast, Levi?” he questions, ignoring me. Mr. Kingston rises behind me, his hands palming the fleshy globes of my ass.
“You just missed breakfast, Pearson.” Levi all but pisses on me, his words drenched in possessiveness.
“Too bad. Guess I’ll just enjoy the show.” Mr. Pearson settles on the chair opposite the desk, his muscled thighs splayed, the large bulge behind his zipper clear. “You look exquisite bent over like that. I must say, Levi, her curves are so utterly tempting. Let me know how tight her slick hole is.”
Eric’s words are filthy, but I’ve never been more turned on than I am right now. There’s a rip of foil, a soft shuffle, then suddenly, I’m filled to the hilt. Pain sears me as I cry out in agony. Levi is thick, painfully so, and the fact that he just thrust into me, breaking the barrier, has tears forming in my eyes.
He doesn’t move for a second, realizing what he’s done.
“Please,” I beg, needing him to move, or do something. It hurts, but a trickle of pleasure races through my veins.
Levi leans in, his mouth at my ear. “You were a virgin?” I nod, clawing at the desk. “Jesus,” he growls in my ear, moving slowly as my body accepts him.
The movement of Levi’s hardness knocks the breath from my lungs. Eric grips his cock through his dark slacks as his gaze devours the scene in front of him.
I gasp with every drive Levi pistons into me, my hands slippery as I grasp at the desk. But when Eric Pearson, the CEO and my boss, pulls his cock from his boxers, I can’t keep my eyes from darting to the thick, angry erection.
Beads of arousal seep from the tip as he smirks at my response to his dick. He rises, and my body reels with fear and need. His hand fists my hair harshly, the bite of pain stinging my scalp. I gaze up into irises that remind me of the sky, clear and blue. Gently, ever so gently, he paints his pre-cum on my lips.
“Good girl.” He winks, shoving his shaft back into his boxers, then turns to leave. My mouth gapes at his filthy act, but my tongue darts out, licking the saltiness.
“Did you like being my little slut?” Levi wraps my long locks around his hand pulling me backward, and I’m sure they’re about to be tugged from the roots. His body leans over me. He’s heavy, pressing me into the desk as his cock thickens inside me. “I want you to be my naughty girl,” he coos. “Can you do that?”
“Please, Levi, Sir, Mr. Kingston.” Words fall unbidden from my lips as he thrusts into me. The motion is ruthless, but the man himself is lost in his base need.
“Come for me. Give me your fucking pleasure,” he bites out, his mouth finding my neck as he sucks the flesh hard. Pain shoots through me as the pleasure of his dick hits that spot inside me.
His hips slam into me. The table protests. I cry out, not caring if anyone hears, when an orgasm, violent and overpowering, wracks through me. Levi shudders behind me, and I realize he joined me in a carnal delight I want again and again.
Our breaths are the only sound in the office. His is ragged and husky, mine gentle and whimpering. His chest vibrates against my back. It’s almost soothing, but the flavor on my tongue heats my blood with anger now.
“I thought I was yours?” I whisper, inhaling deeply to calm myself. The arousal Eric coated on my lips like a gloss was degrading, but there was something distinctly filthy that made my orgasm peak. I’ve never thought about being with two men. Not even thought about it, but with Levi inside me and Mr. Pearson shoving his cock in my face, I am suddenly sure I’d love to be used like that.
What does that make me? A slut. Perhaps.
“You are mine. He knows never to come near you, unless I’m there.” Levi’s husky tone whispers over my flesh. It tickles the skin on my neck now sheened in sweat from our fucking.
“And you’ll allow him to use me, if you so see fit?” I ask as he rises, allowing me up. I watch him rip the condom off and dispose of it in his trashcan. His cock, even soft, is thick and long. I’ve never felt so full, so claimed, than I did when Levi drove into my body. My thin vibrator is nothing compared to this man.
“No man will come near this pretty pussy.” He cups me between my legs, his palm pressing hard on my clit. “Are you going to be a naughty slut and come for me again?” he murmurs, his lips plant
ing a kiss on mine. My head drops back as he dips two fingers into my aching hole. I’m sore, deliciously so.
He pumps both digits into me, faster, harder, so ferocious and violent, but so beautifully intoxicating. My knees buckle. My hands claw at him for more…for less. I’m not sure what I need, but Levi does.
“You’re mine. All fucking mine. Do you understand me? This hole is made for my dick.” He moves his free hand to my ass, finding the puckered entrance. One finger teases me there, sending ripples of anxiety and desire racing through me. “This hole right here, is mine too.”
My gaze snaps open to meet his. “Levi.”
“And this mouth, those pouty lips, are mine to fuck, to kiss, to devour. Every inch of your body is mine.”
I nod, my mind on the pressure he’s putting on my clit and ass. I’m flying. Soaring through the clouds as he bites my shoulder, his teeth sharp and animalistic as I claw at him. I’m on the peak. I need this. I want it. His digit slips into the tight entrance I’ve never had penetrated as two fingers inside my pussy rub against the soft spot that turns me inside out. My body leaps into the abyss as euphoria overtakes me.
Fireworks go off behind my eyelids, and I soak his hand. My body shudders wildly as my legs give out. I’m being held up by his hands inside me. I’m gushing. It feels as if I’m peeing, but it’s not. I’ve only ever read about this. About an orgasm so strong, a woman can squirt.
“I…I…oh god.” My voice is otherworldly. I’m not even sure it’s me speaking. He doesn’t move. I’m practically climbing him. My toes are curled so hard, they ache. My limbs are jelly.
When I open my eyes, coming down from the high, I find a handsome smirking face inches from mine.
“You’re a naughty little girl,” he murmurs in my ear. “Did it turn you on? Having Pearson here while I was deep inside you?”
He removes his fingers from my body and lifts them to paint my arousal on my lips. Then, he gently kisses me, his tongue lapping at my flavor on my mouth.
