Chapter Twenty-Five
Dristan
She’s going to kill me.
My female was on her way to murdering her mate with pleasure and she didn’t even know it. I’d never felt anything like her tongue on my cock before.
It was sublime. I was losing touch with reality as she sucked me, the tiny, satisfied sound she was making in her throat making me want to press even deeper. She was acting like she was loving this and I didn’t know how to articulate to her that I was too.
Incoherent, low murmurs of praise slipped past my lips, and those would have to suffice. A hitched breath left me as her tiny hands ran down my cock. Her tiny hands were perfect . Her mouth was perfect. Every second of what was happening was perfect .
When she pulled off of the head of my cock, I groaned with disappointment, but my knees almost buckled a moment later when she swiped her tongue down the length, pausing to lap at my sac, her hands moving in perfect synchronization to rub my cock like she loved it. My eyes rolled back in my head and I reached down to angle the head back into her mouth.
She sent me a glare, but I ignored her, murmuring fake apologies as I cradled her closer to me. I didn’t mean a word. I wasn’t even sorry as I pushed further in and she gagged. I’d be more than willing to help my mate practice every second of the day until she could take more of me.
My cock had been woefully alone for years and now here she was, already knowing how to bring me to my knees with pleasure. I bit back a curse as she sucked harder, my cum boiling in my balls. She had to know what she was doing to me, but she looked more like a curious kitten lapping at cream.
Her brown eyes shone up at me, blinking languorously, as she swirled her tongue around my piercing. That was all it took. With a deep bellow, I cupped the back of her head, keeping her latched to me as I came, spurting down my female’s throat, pleasure shooting through me and curling my toes.
I was probably pulling her hair, but she didn’t complain. Penelope swallowed, still looking up at me like the seductress she was. When some of my cum spilled out, dripping down her chin, she collected it with her hands. I watched in awe as she cleaned my cock and her fingers with that pretty pink tongue, every lash of it sending shivers and sparks of residual rapture through my body.
She leaned back on the sofa, a small smirk playing on her lips as I stared down at her, unmoving. I probably looked like an idiot, but I didn’t know how to escape from the trance I was in. I licked my lips, looking down at her and she did the same.
“Yummy,” she whispered, dragging out the word.
I think she fried my brain.
Slower than I’d like, I remembered why I’d taken my female here. The clever minx would have made me forget after she distracted me so well with her sassy mouth.
“You haven’t promised. I’m going to need you to do that now,” I told her, my voice a hoarse mess of sound. I wondered for a moment if she understood me, but the fire in her eyes answered that question.
“I’m not promising anything. It’s ridiculous!” she gasped the words, struggling to her feet, tugging at her skirt and panties.
My eyebrow shot up at the female who was tying me into knots. “A promise now or I’m not going to let you come at all today.”
Her eyes widened with horror and she sputtered at me. Amusement filled my chest. My female thought I was joking.
“The promise doesn’t make any sense, Dristan,” she huffed, stamping her bare foot on the floor. Her shoes were probably lying somewhere behind me, but I liked seeing her pretty little toes. “You may be my boss, but you can’t tell me what to do with my personal life.”
“Hmm,” I cocked my head, studying her as I dragged my thumb over my lower lip. I hid a smirk as her eyes zeroed in on the movement. “If that’s what you think, then I can see why you’d have a problem making that promise.”
Her eyes cleared as she gave me a relieved smile. “Exactly,” she told me, holding out a hand toward me as if I was finally making sense.
“But you’re wrong,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and taking a step toward her. She took a hurried step back and landed on her ass on the couch, giving a little yelp. She was probably still sore from where I’d spanked her. “Because you’re mine , and you won’t be meeting with any other males. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, rega , but I’m going to have my promise.”
She blinked up at me, the argument brewing in her expression—I could see the fury burning there, just as I knew she saw the stony, stubborn set of my own jaw. We stared at each other for long moments before she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her glorious chest.
“I promise I won’t go out alone with any males while I work for you,” she huffed, the cutest scowl I’d ever seen making its way across her beautiful lips.
“That’ll work for now,” I murmured, moving forward until her eyes went wide and she leaned all the way back on the sofa. I knelt in front of her, lifting her dainty feet over my shoulders and spreading her thighs wide.
I watched her eyes go dark with desire and a flicker of smugness move into her gaze. I’d let her think she won for now, because the truth was, I wasn’t just fighting for myself, I was fighting for us .
I ripped her panties off in a tug, making her grunt with annoyance. She would be going through droves of underwear if I had anything to say about it. I tucked right into my meal, lapping at her sweet pussy as she squirmed under me, her fingers holding onto my hair for dear life.
I sucked on her sweet clit, knowing I’d never get enough of her taste. She was ambrosia on my lips. I stiffened my tongue, fucking her with it and she keened, her heels digging into my shoulders as I ran my thumb over that clit.
I wanted to savor every drop of her, but she came too quickly, her screams music to my ears. When she’d settled, her little foot rubbing up and down my back as if I was a good boy , I finally pulled away.
My female was draped on the sofa, her panties missing, her skirt around her waist and her hair a mussy mess from where I’d held her while she’d sucked my cock. This image would be seared into my brain for the rest of my life, I was sure of it as pure contentment filled me.
I wanted this—every day for the rest of my life and damn it all , I would have it.
The knock on my office door made a scowl spread across my face when there’d been a blissful smile while I lounged in my chair, lost in memories of my female sucking my cock.
Penelope was in the bathroom, probably trying to look less like we’d done sexy things to each other. While I hated it, she insisted that she didn’t want anyone knowing what was happening between us behind closed doors.
Fine. I could wait until she was more comfortable before I fucked her out in the open.
My gaze narrowed on the intruder and I felt my scowl deepen. I buzzed the knob under my desk that unlocked the door for entry but I was already standing, my lip curled in unwelcome fury.
Garrett stepped inside, a bandage on his cheek and an answering scowl on his face. “Mr. Everlock,” he started, his tone lacking the respect it usually carried. “I need to know if I need to pack my things.” I could tell from the way the male stood that he didn’t regret the altercation but he knew that I still held the power here.
The scowl eased on my face and I huffed out an annoyed breath. “I may be an asshole most of the time, but I’m not stupid. What happened outside of this office was personal and had nothing to do with your work performance,” I gritted, splaying my palm on my desk and leaning forward, ensuring the male could get a good look at the width of my shoulders—an ingrained move that would show a worthy opponent not to fuck with you.
Garrett’s brow furrowed as I said it. “Wait, what?”
I straightened, clearing my throat as I adjusted my tie—which was still askew from where I’d pillaged Penelope’s pussy with my tongue. From the way Garrett’s nostrils flared as he looked around, the scent of our mixed arousal was still strong in the room.
Good .
“I can see that you’re one of my best people,” I said, picking up one of Penelope’s habits and rolling my eyes. “So keep your fucking hands off of my mate and get back to work.”
The male’s eyes went wide and he stumbled back a step on his hooves. “Y-your mate?”
I quirked an eyebrow, not bothering to respond.
“Shit,” Garrett shook his head. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged, some of the ire easing from his apology. “She doesn’t know it yet.”
He nodded, scratching the back of his neck as a grin spread across his face. “I can imagine how hard that would be for you. Having a gorgeous mate like that running around unclaimed.”
The scowl was back. “Yes, and you can see why I’m upset that you took it on yourself to get her alone.”
A sheepish smile reached the male’s eyes and as much as I struggled to hold onto my annoyance, it fled from me. “Yeah, sorry about that. You should pin a sign on her or something. Until you mark her,” he said, shrugging.
My mind whirled with the possibility for a long moment before I shook my head. My mate would find a way to kill me and then rip the sign off, which would make the point moot.
“By the way,” I sighed. “Your presentation wasn’t a complete waste of my time. Which is more than I can say about a lot of people here.” I watched the male’s chest swell with pride. “But if you talk to Penelope again, I’ll have to gut you. It’s hard finding good employees. Don’t make it come to that.”
He barked out a laugh, nodding as he left with a wave and I could kind of see why my female might want to be friends with him.
Still not happening, though.
I watched from the sofa of our penthouse as Penelope wore a path in the rug while avoiding looking at me. After ensuring that my female was satisfied and completely covered, I’d led her to the SUV, glaring at Fionel as he smirked at us the entire way to the elevator.
I’d known that a conversation would be happening. We’d crossed boundaries over the last few days and my mate would want to discuss that. That was why I was sitting patiently on the sofa and not tossing her onto my bed.
Because this was important to her. I had to keep reminding myself of that as I watched her delectable ass swaying in front of me with her every move.
No. Biting. Yet.
I snapped to attention when she turned to face me, feigning a contrite expression.
I regret nothing.
“Okay,” she sighed, holding out her hands in a placating gesture that I knew too well. She was trying to make me see her side of things again. It wasn’t going to happen, but I loved that she tried.
“I think that we’ve had a couple recent encounters ,” she sounded out the word as if those moments weren’t the most life-changing things that had ever happened to me. “And we need to slow down.”
“I see,” I murmured, trying to sound thoughtful, when my mind was already made up. “I disagree.”
“You always disagree,” she groaned, her head falling back on her shoulders. “But that’s not what this is about.” She pointed an accusing finger at me. “ You ’ re my boss.” She turned the same finger to face her glorious breasts. “And I’m an employee.”
“Yes,” I agreed right away, settling back on the sofa and crossing my ankle over my knee. “That’s right.”
She rolled her eyes and I smothered my grin. Riling my female up was my new favorite pastime.
“I’m not telling you this for clarification purposes, Dristan. I’m saying that whatever the hell is happening between us cannot happen ,” she hissed, pressing her tiny hands to her forehead.
“I disagree,” I told her, before standing. “Do you have a headache? I have some pain medication—”
She cut me off by waving that finger at me again. “There you go again. You just ignore what I’m trying to tell you and then act all sweet.” She blew out a frustrated breath before striding closer to me and poking my chest with her tiny finger. “I’m trying to have a conversation with you.”
I nodded, taking her tiny hand in mine. “Okay, I’m listening,” I murmured, sweeping her curly hair behind her ear, distracted by the sweet tiny curve of it.
Everything about her is so small.
“Dristan, you’re not listening,” she huffed, pulling her hand from mine.
Everything except her temper.
“I am,” I assured her, taking her hand again and tugging her to the sofa. Her gaze was wary, but she still sat, scooting away from me. I allowed it, knowing that she needed to feel in control of the situation.
“We have a contractual agreement,” she told me, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. “And I don’t think we should be complicating that with anything else.”
I grunted, aware that she could hit me if I disagreed with her again.
“I know there isn’t anything in the contract about fraternization,” she hurried on, her brow furrowed, “which is odd, since the first contract I signed did have a clause about it.” I kept my face as blank as I could, but she didn’t even notice, continuing, “But I really enjoy working for you and I don’t want this to get in the way.” She took another deep breath. “I like you,” she murmured and everything inside me perked up at the word.
I can work with like.
“I just have so many things going on. And I really need this job,” she finished, biting her lower lip.
My eyes narrowed and my fist clenched. “And you think I’d fire you?”
“No,” she hurried on, easing some of my ire. “I don’t think that, but I don’t want anyone to think I only have this job because…” she trailed off, her eyes lowering to her hands. “I’m already worried about that on my own. I don’t think I’m qualified for it. I don’t have the education—”
“Stop,” I held a hand up before swiping it through my hair, trying to smother my irritation. “Education doesn’t have anything to do with this role, Penelope, and you know it. I need someone who’s smart, who can problem solve without getting me involved in every little detail and who can deal with me ,” I said, straightening my shoulders and scowling. “And I know I’m not the easiest to get along with.”