Chapter 3
Sebastian
I wake up at 5:00AM on the dot. This has been my routine for as long as I can remember. I have an hour-long workout in my gym then I allow myself the leisure of one cup of coffee, black like my soul, or so I’ve been told.
I read over the latest case files for the next hour. By 7:15 every morning, I am out the door of my building and my driver is promptly waiting for me with a newspaper in hand. I don't like change, being a creature of habit has always been a constant in my life. It's how I grew up. At the age of fourteen, my child psychologist called it a sort of coping mechanism, or something stupid like that.
That’s right, my parents had me going to therapy sessions from the ripe young age of ten. They couldn’t understand why their young, sweet boy lacked many of the major human emotions that most people typically have at that age. Honestly, I don’t even understand it and I don’t care to. I thought I was perfectly fine then and still do now. It's not like I came from a broken home. I grew up in what society would deem the ‘perfect family home’. As the only child to two parents whose families were both wealthy and influential, I never wanted for anything. Nevertheless, by twelve they had diagnosed me with some bullshit; personality disorder and sociopathic tendencies. I think their biggest problem was how smart I was, already two grades ahead of kids my age by that time.
I graduated high school at sixteen. I was already starting college classes. Who needs a perfect personality when you have good looks and brains? “No one.” I mutter to myself as I step through the double doors of Bolt Corporation. It’s barely eight in the morning and before my ass even hits the chair, Sasha, my assistant, slides through the door of my office holding a fresh cup of coffee.
“Morning sir. I brought your coffee. I have you scheduled for your first meeting at 8:30 AM. I left the rest of your daily tasks on your desk. Please let me know if there’s anything else I could do for you,” she says with her overdone pouty lips.
I say overdone and they are overdone, but that doesn’t matter to my dick. He just wants something warm wrapped around him and that’s one thing Sasha is good at. She doesn’t care when or where, she will suck my dick, swallow me up like a good girl, and be on her merry way. Every guy working for a firm like mine should have an assistant like that, especially in the type of stressful job atmosphere we work in. She’s still clingy as fuck and way too easy, but my dick doesn’t care about any of that.
So of course, how could I pass up a morning blow job before my meeting? My legs are already spread open, and I just barely lean back in my chair and look down. That’s all I need to do and Sasha takes the hint. She closes the door behind her, and attempts to seductively stroll towards me, all bleach blonde, with big fake tits, and pouty fake lips.
What she doesn’t realize is I don’t need the seduction, nor do I want it. “If you take any longer to get over here Sasha, I might have to switch you out for another one of the boy's assistants.” She frowns and hides the expression just as quickly as it came, before tilting her lips up in a smirk and getting down on her knees. Slowly, she unzips my pants.
“But I bet they would never do as good of a job as I would Mr. Bolt," she tells me as she frees my already rock-hard dick. Her lips wrap around, and her head starts to bob. I let her do her thing for a few minutes.
That’s normally how this goes. She bobs up and down giving her normal, what probably would be considered an excellent blow job, for most men. But I’m not most men, I need a little bit more than that to get off and she knows it. As I push her back on her heels, my dick pulls away from her lips with a pop. She smiles at the noise. Pushing out of my chair, I stand above her and wrap my fingers through her hair, which she knows never to wear up after three years of working for me. It will get messed up, not like ‘a windy day’ messed up, but ‘I just got used’ messed up. Pushing her head back against the edge of my desk. I hold her there at the perfect angle.
“Open up sweetheart, it’s time for the finale.” I shove my dick past her lips, and immediately hit the back of her throat with a groan. Tears start forming in her eyes, but she doesn’t pull away. She knows better. She knows that if she hollows her cheeks out and swallows me down that it won’t take me very long to fuck her face. See, I’m not trying to savor the moment. Like I said, this is the usual and the usual for me is pretty boring, but the release is what I’m seeking. After a few minutes of watching the tears stream down Sasha's face, I release my load with one final thrust, pushing my dick so far back in her throat that she gags and sputters when I pull away. I take my thumb and wipe away a little drizzle of cum at the corner of her lips and push it into her mouth.
“Now swallow me up like a good girl Sasha, and be on your way. I’ll let you know if I need you for anything else.” I nonchalantly say.
She sighs, stands up, and proceeds to turn to the small mirror on the wall of my office to wipe away the tears around her eyes, and tidy herself up. I can see the glimmer of hope in her eyes when she looks at me through the mirror. I hope it’s all she will have. While she’s excellent for giving my dick the attention he needs when he needs it, she is not, and will never be, anything more than my office assistant. A mediocre assistant at best but…blow jobs.
I digress.
“Yes sir Mr. Bolt. I’ll be right outside your office if you need anything,” she says softly as she walks out the door.