He quirked an eyebrow, his lips pursing with humour. “Of course, babe. It’s also because I make shit coffee.”
Laughing, I shook my head and went to fill the kettle after his blatant hint. Bernie rubbed up against my leg, his doggy grin staring up at me and making me respect his set of huge teeth. “You miss me too, Bernie?” I asked as I poured some biscuits into his dish. He didn’t answer, just whimpered like he always did and dived into his breakfast.
“What’s first, boss?” I asked when I placed Adam’s coffee on his desk and took the chair opposite him.
He grinned and I stared at him. “Well, your lover requires you first.”
“Jake needs me? Are you sure?” I asked. I’d never even seen the inside of his office so his request for me was somewhat of a surprise, especially after his mood the day before. The plane flight home had been torturous, his silence making me uneasy. Then to top it off, as we’d climbed into the car waiting for us when we’d stepped off the plane, Jake had barked at the driver to drop me off at my house first.
Adam frowned at me, tilting his head slightly in bewilderment. “Why wouldn’t he?”
I shrugged. “I dunno. He seemed a little off with me all weekend. I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong.”
Adam sighed. “Jake has a lot on his mind, Isla. Honestly, he’s always like this. Ignore it. He’ll be back to his usual self soon.” His encouraging smile gave me the reassurance I needed. Adam was one of Jake’s best friends and if anyone knew about Jake’s mood swings, then Adam did.
His office door opened and Keegan walked in. “Hey, sugar.” He smiled down at me with his vivid sparkling hazel eyes. Keegan was what his mates called ‘a handsome fucker who knew it.’ I had to agree with them. His tall, lean frame sported some serious grooves under his shirt, but it was his smile that made me feel like I was a million dollars, his eyes focusing on me and only me, and the result made me gape at him in awe.
He turned his attention to Adam. “Business.” The blunt way he said it made me grab my cup of tea and smile at both men. “I’ll leave you to it and get on.”
Adam smiled appreciatively. “Cheers. Can you hang around until Keegan and I have finished? We don’t want to be disturbed.”
“Sure.” I nodded. “I’ll go pick your smelly pants up.” Keegan chuckled, shaking his head at my candidness. I shrugged at him. “The man is nature’s answer to a tornado,” I explained. “It’s not even his proper home and it resembles a pig sty.” A shiver worked its way through me as I pictured Adam’s personal quarters above his office.
“You love handling my pants, Isla!” Adam shouted after me when I walked away. “You dream of my pants!”
Walking into the reception area, I closed Adam’s office door behind me and jolted when I came face to face with a tall woman. She smiled warmly at me, her pretty face soft but I sensed her nervousness. “Can I help you, madam?”
She licked at her lips and pushed her glasses up her nose, the action making me think of a school teacher; the one you always used to love and made you feel special in primary school. Her long blonde hair was piled on the top of her head, her wayward curls bouncing out of the updo when she shifted uneasily. “Uh, I’m here to see Adam Marshall.”
I nodded, gesturing for her to take a seat on one of the sofas. “Do you have an appointment Miss . . . ?”
“Duke. Carrie Duke,” she said but shook her head. “I’m sorry, no I don’t.”
I smiled warmly, flicking the kettle back on. “He’s in a meeting at the moment, but if you’d care to wait.” I spooned some sugar into my own cup then turned to ask Carrie if she wanted a drink. She was already halfway down the stairs.
I chased after her and gawped at her speed down the stairs in such high heels. “Miss Duke!” I called out but she shook her head without looking back at me and disappeared through the main door.
“My coffee’s not that bad,” I muttered to myself as I turned back.
Shrugging off her strange behaviour I got to work on cleaning Adam’s shit pit, my lip curling more than once at the many items of underwear thrown around. It wasn’t Adam’s underwear that made me shiver, it was the many sexy partial knickers and thongs and bras scattered about that made me roll my eyes.
Dirty fucker could at least use his own bloody house, although I did admire a pair of white lacy knickers some woman had left behind. Checking the label, I pouted at the Agent Provocateur label. I debated pocketing the ones I’d found but when the size label notified me I’d never even get one leg in them, I binned them. Apparently I had low standards if I was contemplating wearing second-hand underwear.
“Never mind, Isla,” I said aloud. “At least you’re not a snob!”
“You most definitely are not!” Adam answered my muttering, making me jump.
“You sleazy bastard,” I grumbled as I swatted a pair of knickers at him. “They could at least take them home.”
He laughed and shook his head at my naivety. “Sweet thing, they all leave them behind so they can come back to fetch them.”
I stared at him. “Why would they purposely leave them behind just to come back to pick them up?”
He closed his eyes and sighed, ignoring my question. “Sometimes, I wonder if you’re female. Anyway, you’re free to make a start now. Kee and I are done.”
“Okay.” I nodded and took the stairs into the reception, Adam following behind me. “Oh by the way, a woman asked to see you but she didn’t have an appointment. I asked her to wait but she took off rather quickly.” I narrowed my eyes and turned to him. “I bet she was one of those wanting her knickers back.”
He laughed and nodded. “Probably. Did she give a name?”
“Yeah,” I answered, taking the rest of the stairs to the floor. “Carrie Duke.”
I spun round when I heard Adam gasp. His face was pale as his wide eyes bored into me. He reached out and grabbed the stair rail when his knees gave way and he jolted.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I reached out to help him down the last two stairs.
“Are . . .” He coughed to clear his throat when the word came out a high-pitched squeak. “Are you sure that was her name?”
I nodded. “Yes. Is everything okay Adam?”
His mouth was open slightly to accommodate his heavy breaths but I swear I saw his heart pumping through his thin cotton shirt, his tie lifting up and down with each inhalation. “Where did she go?”
I pointed to the stairs and jumped to the side when he tore past me, his body almost knocking me sideways in his haste. I gawped after him, jumping when the bottom door banged loudly as he exited.
I frowned to myself, worried for Adam. It was obvious Carrie meant something to him.
But as with Jake, I couldn’t help unless they allowed me to.
I shook my head and sighed. These men were as secretive and private as each other. I knew with their profession they had to be, but it hurt that they didn’t have the confidence in my ability to be trustworthy.
My eyes were everywhere when I walked along the long private corridor that led to Jake’s office. It was evident that Jake’s own quarters were as luxurious as his home.
Walking into his private reception room, my eyes widened on the sheer size. It was decorated in a mass of colour, very unlike his home, the furniture a blinding splash of bright colour with soft furnishings. The vivid blue walls were adorned with a selection of football photographs, his obvious love of Chelsea making me smile. My smile dropped however when I realised I actually knew nothing about the man I had fallen in love with. I wasn’t even aware he liked football. Various magazines were scattered across a long high glass table, most of them women’s glossy ones. I quirked an eyebrow, finding it strange that most of Deviant’s clients were apparently female. A horrible thought ventured inside my head, an image of a row of blushing giggling girls flirting with my man.
Shaking it off, I stepped further inside. My focus zoned in on a large window along one wall. The blinds were lowered bu
t open, giving me a glorious picture of Jake with his head down, his attention on some papers he was engrossed in, his hand striking at random points with a pen as a scowl appeared on his face with each of his alterations to the document.
Slowly, as if sensing me, he looked up. His eyes found mine, the expression on his face one of love and awe. He stared at me, holding me in his spell. I couldn’t figure out if he was sad or reverent, his deep green eyes pinning me down and making my lungs work extra hard.
Finally, his gaze left my face and roamed down my body, the dress I had chosen for the day skimming my curves perfectly, narrowing my waist as it brought attention to my curvy hips.
The simple look of desire that crossed his face made me turn around further so I was facing him head on instead of from a side angle. When his eyes lifted back to my face, I blinked slowly and lifted my hands boldly to my breasts. Through the slotted blinds, Jake’s view would be somewhat hindered, the thin plastic slats obscuring his view. However, I knew that added to the appeal when he smirked and then leaned back in his chair, his head tipped to the side as his fingers entwined and he brought them in front of his mouth.
Empowered by his frank admiration, I started to caress myself, Jake’s eyes fixed on my daring actions. My breathing sped up as my body flared with arousal, Jake’s gaze turning me on more than my own touch. Slowly dragging my hands down the side of my dress, I took the hem in my fingers and lifted, pulling it off my body until I stood in my lemon bra and knickers.
Jake’s expression darkened as he scrutinised my boldness, my heart hammering in my chest as I flicked a glance to the door to make sure we were still alone.
Reaching behind me I unclasped my bra and allowed it to fall to the floor. My nipples hardened with both the air and my lust, my breasts heavy with need as I once again cupped them and squeezed, my need increasing and giving me the courage to perform for a man who obviously adored me.
Fingering the edge of my knickers, I slipped them down my legs and stepped out of them then leaned back against the table and propped myself up, my body shivering at the cold glass when my buttocks pressed into it.
I swallowed when Jake moved, but he remained in his chair and pulled open a drawer beside him then flicked a cigarette between his lips and lit it, slowly blowing the smoke out before his eyes narrowed on me again.
The action was a simple one but the way it amplified his hotness had me whimpering quietly. He took another drag, a small smirk appearing on his face when he saw what he did to me. When he leaned back again, encouraging me to go on, I took a deep breath then hesitantly opened my legs, giving him the full open view of my recently buffed bits.
His eyes snapped from between my legs to my face, a hint of redness tinting his usual pale face. Standing up, he walked over to a window behind him, flicked his cigarette into the wind then turned back to me.
I didn’t dare move when his office door opened and he stepped out. His expression both scared me and excited me, his irises simmering as his wide pupils made me gulp. He stalked the floor towards me, unbuttoning his shirt. My own gaze dropped to view the splendour of his well-formed abs and pecs, the way they rippled when he walked making my thighs wet.
Without saying a word, he dropped to his knees before me, clasped hold of my hips and pulled me to the edge of the table. He lowered his gaze, studying my flesh before a small shudder ripped through him and his tongue trailed across his lips as though he was starving.
“Your cunt is so fucking beautiful.” His crudeness made me squirm, my arousal surging with his words and his examination. A small smirk played his lips and he flicked me a glance. “You’re creaming for me, sweetheart.”
I shifted with embarrassment but Jake scowled up at me. “Don’t you dare dishonour my appreciation. You’re the most beautiful person on this planet, Isla Cormack. You make my cock throb with need but more than that, you make my heart idolise your innocence and your compassion. When I say something, I mean it. Your body is beautiful, your pussy is enchanting but more than that, you beguile me, you make me feel humbled to even be in the same room as you.” I couldn’t help but shed a tear, his devotion reprimanding me. He scowled at me when he witnessed the lonely tear but my heart was soon forgotten when he dipped his face between my legs and dragged the tip of his tongue up the length of my pussy.
I moaned loudly, my head falling back as I struggled to hold myself up on my hands that were sliding along the glass with my perspiration.
“You even taste fucking beautiful,” he murmured before diving back in. I yelped when his teeth grazed my engorged clit but he softened the pain with a gentle suck, easing the pain and building the pleasure. His hands came to my breasts and I flinched when he slapped one hard then softly stroked his palm over the sting, the fingers on his other hand rolling my nipple so faintly I could barely catch the touch.
“Shit, Jake,” I moaned when the pain appeared to strengthen my desire, my pussy giving his tongue more of me as I drenched his face with my sudden and surprising encroaching orgasm.
He groaned, lowering his hands to my hips to hold me down when I pressed myself further on to his face, demanding he sate the pressure that was flooring me. I couldn’t help but buck against him, the sensitivity driving my body wild with stimulation and bliss, my throat scorching with the intensity of my scream as the most brutal climax tore through me.
Jake waited until I had calmed down before he fisted my hair and dragged me to my knees before him. “Open.”
His authority made my pussy excited again, much to my mystification. I never usually dealt with orders being barked at me, but the softness in Jake’s gaze as he manipulated my mouth to his throbbing cock made my body flare with more need.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his head falling back slightly but his eyes narrow and keen on my mouth still. “Let that pretty little mouth fuck me.”
I closed my eyes, my belly aching with lust as I closed my lips around him and slid down as far as I could go. His hands cupped the back of my head, holding me still as the tip of his cock stroked against the back of my throat. I refused to gag as my eyes watered and tears trickled down my face. I blinked up at him as I tried to pull back but I stared with wide eyes when I saw that a sudden darkness had descended in his eyes. My heart beat escalated when he glared down at me. I wouldn’t believe that hatred stared back, not from the man who loved me like I knew he did. But right then, something, or rather someone, else had pushed my loving man away.
“Suck me harder!” he growled, his lip curling with distaste as his heated eyes blazed furiously. “Suck me like a dirty whore!”
I pushed back the pain that was hurting my belly and my chest and forced my mouth further onto him, the action making me gag and force more tears to flow, but they were mixed with the tears of humiliation and hurt as the man I thought I knew had me debating if he actually could love. Yanking my hair harder, he held the full length of my hair in his tight fist as he started to fuck my mouth with a relentless force.
My stomach was screaming as my throat burnt with the acid forcing its way up. I was struggling to breathe after he pulled my head back so far it restricted my airway.
Yet something inside me told me to hold on, to give him what he desperately wanted.
I nearly cried with relief when he yelled out and the back of my throat was flooded in warm cum, his tight hold making me cringe as my hair was forced from its roots.
As soon as he let go of me I scrambled back, my shoulders hitting the edge of the glass and digging into my flesh until I felt a slow trickle of blood drip down my back.
Jake peered at me, his chest heaving as hard as mine as he struggled to breathe himself. He appeared confused for a moment before he blinked at me. It was as if a light flicked on in his head and the picture before him was suddenly visible.
He gawped at me as I pressed further into the table, my tears choking me as much as Jake had not minutes ago. He reached for me but I shook my head, snatching up my dress and thrusting it ove
r my head. “Don’t!”
“Jesus!” he hissed. “Isla. I’m . . .”
“Don’t even say it, Jake!” I spat at him as I held a hand up, stopping him from advancing on me. “Sort your shit out before you decide whether I’m actually what you really want!”
He grimaced, his face full of regret. “Of course you are!” he snapped back, again trying to take my hand in his but I shook my head at him.
“Obviously, you require a special kind of girl.” I argued as I swiped at my tears. “One who can give you what you need. I’m not sure I can be her,” I told him as I walked away.
“Isla, please,” he said as I flung open the door.
I froze when a smug Genesis stood in the doorway, a cruel twisted grin on her face. “Oh dear, have I come at a bad time?”
Knowing I wouldn’t be able to bear her smug attitude, I scoffed. “Actually, Jake is in the mood for a whore. You’re just on time!”
Jake shouted after me when I pushed past Genesis, making sure I knocked her flying with my barge through, but I didn’t turn, nor did I stop. I needed air, fast, before the contents of my stomach was displayed on Jake’s floor like I had foolishly been.
THE MORNING GOT PROGRESSIVELY worse. A well-known golfer touched me up three times, and his bit of on the side took umbrage with me and decided it was okay to slap me for her lover’s behaviour. My heel snapped on my favourite shoes and the strap of my bag broke, scattering my tampons and diarrhoea tablets across the Deviant forecourt, much to the humour of Mark. Deviant’s arsey car park attendant. Mark was a creepy fucker who sleazed up to all the female celebrities and their many pampered pooches and I couldn’t abide him, but after getting to know one or two of the other female Deviant employees, I apparently wasn’t the only one.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief when I plonked into one of Adam’s comfy reception sofas with my lunch, I kicked off my makeshift flats, leaned my head back against the back of the cushion and groaned, my hand automatically slipping into Bernie’s thick fur when I felt him snuggle beside me.
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