Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
M y cock hung soft and exposed out of my pants in the middle of my office, like I had no sense.
Hell, I didn’t. Not now. The saliva on it from Lily’s blow job cooled, the sensation becoming uncomfortable, and I didn’t want to move from this spot ever again because she curled up in my arms, the smell of her pleasure still lingering on my fingers.
“Duke,” she said tentatively. “We need to talk about what just happened.”
Fuck .
This was it. She’d had enough. I was too rough, too demanding, too much.
I swallowed hard, bracing myself for what she had to say.
“Okay.” I helped her sit up. She didn’t move from my lap, though, and I selfishly clung to her, taking advantage of whatever time she gave me.
“We have safe words. Yes?” That was… unexpected .
“Yes,” I said cautiously, unsure of where she was going with this.
“And a safe move, in case we can’t talk.” She put on her best stern face, which fell far short of stern and landed somewhere around adorable.
“Yes.” I still couldn’t follow her train of thought, but she didn’t pull away from me. Instead, her hands played with my shirt and her warm weight pressed into me. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t over.
“Great, then you need to stop treating me like I’m breakable. You need to trust me.” She poked me in the chest with the word ‘trust.’ “If I didn’t want you to be rough with me like that, I would have tapped out.”
She paused and took a deep breath, like she had to gather herself for more.
“I liked it, a lot. I want you to be rough with me sometimes. It was… I like that you were so turned on by me you couldn’t keep control of yourself. I trust you, and I know that if I used my safe word, you would stop.”
I trust you . I didn’t think she had any idea how much those words were a balm to me. I swallowed past the lump forming in my throat and pulled her closer to me.
“You need to trust me. You need to trust yourself.” She didn’t melt into me like I’d hoped, but she didn’t move from my lap, either.
Fuck.
I didn’t know how to deal with this.
“I do trust you.” I didn’t say the important part—that I didn’t trust myself.
“No, you don’t, or you wouldn’t have felt guilty about what we just did.”
I… I didn’t know what to say about that. Lily was everything to me. How could she think I didn’t trust her ?
“Maybe if we practice, I’ll get better.” I brought my hand up her face and brushed her cheek. I wove my fingers through her riotous curls and brought her face down to mine for a slow, gentle kiss.
“You’re just angling for more sex,” she said when she pulled back, but she still sat here, her hip digging into my now half hard cock, and yes, I wanted more sex.
“Well, they don’t call me the Duke of Debauchery for nothing.” I gave her my best charming smile, the one that made women fall every time. I should have figured Lily would laugh at it.
“Good point. Hmm, where will you debauch me next? The desk? Maybe you should sit on your big boss chair and let me sit on your cock, keep it nice and warm while you work.”
Said cock jerked to attention at that. The thought of— fuck .
“You’d have to be a good girl for me and sit still.
Can’t have you distracting me from my very important work.
” I ran my hand up her exposed thigh. I’d never seen her wear this skirt before, and wasn’t that pathetic that I paid such close attention to her I knew her wardrobe.
Still, I thanked every god in existence that she wore it.
“Yes, sir.”
I groaned.
“Stand up.” She obeyed me without question.
Thanks to my wealth, most people were content to go along with my shit, and all of it was utterly meaningless compared to this, to now.
Lily had little respect for anything, she didn’t obey for the sake of obedience.
She questioned and pushed back against authority, but she trusted me. That made her obedience precious.
I stood, not bothering to tuck my cock back into my jeans, and grabbed her hand to lead her to my desk.
We were about to test the limits of this chair, the very one I sat in the night after she kissed me—torn and distracted.
I never could have imagined that just a week and a half later, this was where we would be.
I sat back in my chair, my legs spread wide, and stroked myself to full hardness. She leaned against my desk and watched me, her gaze riveted on where I slid my hand up and down. It took little more than a few strokes and the sight of her to make me rock hard again.
“Now,” I said, letting go of my cock and getting into character. I reached forward, slid the cover closed on the laptop camera, opened a random word document, and pretended to work. “Can I help you?”
“Sir, I’m here for that extra training you suggested.” My cock twitched on the word ‘sir.’ I loved that Lily played along with my little game.
“Ah, yes. Come here.” She stepped between my legs, and I turned her around so her back was to me as I slumped down in the chair to give her room.
I held my cock straight and guided it into her as she sat. I slid easily into her wet pussy, still soaked from our earlier play. By the time she settled on my lap, she was already squirming.
“Stay still,” I said into her ear.
She was a bit too tall for this to be comfortable, but fuck if it wasn’t hot enough to make me want to combust seeing her perched on my lap, with her skirt spread out, covering the place where my cock speared into her.
She moved again, clenching on me as she did. A smile spread across my face. Tease.
I idly ran my hands along her stomach and up her cropped shirt to cup her breasts.
I didn’t linger, though, and brought one hand to her back, between her shoulders, and the other to her hip, holding her still on me.
She sat with her legs together between my spread ones.
I pushed her forward until she had to brace on the desk while I kept her impaled by my cock.
“Now, I need you to take down some dictation for me.”
She whimpered and clenched around me again, but she didn’t move.
“Type this out.” I ran my hand down her back to her other hip so I could help steady her while she reached for the keyboard.
“My soaking—” I used my grip on her hips to move her, just a little, enough to tease without giving either of us what we wanted.
“—wet—” I did it again.
“—pussy—” This time I reached under her skirt and grazed her clit. She cried out and clenched down on me, taking a breath to gather herself before she went back to typing.
“—is filled—” I paused, not doing anything this time, but she whimpered anyway, squirming as she tried to find stimulation.
“—with Duke.” I pulled her back on me again, keeping my movements small, a taste of the pleasure we could have.
Fuck .
I was going to come before this little game was over at this rate.
“Like a good—” I thrust into her, unable to help myself.
“—fucking—” I thrust again, slowly losing control.
“—girl—” I growled the last word, my sanity long since gone to her cries, her clenching, how she so desperately tried to be good for me.
“Sir, please,” she begged me, bringing me back into the game before I could lose it entirely and fuck her across my desk. I wasn’t done teasing her yet.
I pulled her back until she leaned against me, and I could see the screen. I reached under her shirt again and played with her breasts, unhooking the front clasp of her bra and reveling in the weight of them as they spilled free.
“Tsk, tsk.” I pinched her nipple. “This line is just a long string of w’s.
” I pulled on one nipple, enough for her to cry out, but not enough to cause true pain.
“You only got three words before it devolved into gibberish.” I nipped at her shoulder.
“How ever will I know what happens in my meetings if you can’t be a good girl and take notes for me? ”
“I’m sorry, sir. I can try again.” She squirmed when I pulled on her nipple, but I gripped her hip and held her still. I wondered how far I could push her before she snapped.
“Oh no, that won’t do. I think you need a punishment.”
She whimpered again, this one seeming to punch the air from her lungs, as she tried moving against my grip on her hip.
“I thought so.” I pinched her nipple again, this time hard enough to hurt.
“Pineapple!”
What… fuck .
I let go of her and helped her to stand.
“Too much?” I checked her face. She looked steady enough. “Can I check you? Did I hurt you?” I wanted to reach out and pull her to me and apologize. Panic filled me at the thought that I pushed too far, did too much. Fuck-up, my dad’s voice said in my head.
She smiled at me, cupping my face and brushing her thumb along my cheekbone.
“See, Duke. I can trust you. You can trust you. ”
Shit .
I’d forgotten she wanted to practice her safe word. I slumped into my chair, my legs giving out on me. My cock had softened at the thought that I’d hurt her. I ran my hand through my hair, my racing heart pounding away in my chest.
“Sorry to interrupt the game,” she said, biting her lip and looking a little unsure of herself and her choice to safe-word out.
“Never apologize.” I reached out to her, and she came to me without hesitation, climbing into my lap, a soft smile on her lips.
“To be clear, I enjoyed every second of that.” She kissed my forehead, and I huffed at the incongruity of her telling me how much she enjoyed sitting on my cock while giving me such an innocent kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and buried my nose in her neck, needing to breathe her in.
When my pounding heart settled, I opened my mouth to ask her if she wanted to try that again, but a knock disturbed the silent room. Lily sat up, slight panic on her face before she turned to the door and scrambled off my lap.
“Your cock,” she whispered at me, like I could fucking forget it hung out of my jeans.
I grabbed some tissue from one of my drawers while Lily straightened out her clothing and then deleted the document she was ‘typing’ for me.
By the time I’d tucked myself back in and zipped up, Lily sat on the couch eating a cold chicken nugget as if she wasn’t still drenched from sitting on my cock.
I winked at her before unlocking the door to an impatient-looking executive. Here. On a Saturday.
“Oh good, you’re here,” Mercedes O’Malley, Chief Marketing Officer said as she pushed through the door, letting herself into my office like she had the right to.
She tried to brush my chest as she walked by, but I stepped back before she made contact.
Her face fell, but she quickly recovered when she saw Lily on the couch. “Ah, you have… company.”
“What do you need?” I asked, frustrated and impatient from the interruption to my time with Lily. I already worked more than anyone else here, and I couldn’t even get a lunch break without someone needing me.
“I’m here about the merger.” She walked over and perched herself on my desk. The same desk I was about to fuck Lily over. Dammit, I needed to get my head on straight. I filled a glass with water from the pitcher on the coffee table and drank it down to get some grip on myself.
“We have a meeting about that first thing Monday morning. Can this wait until then?” I should probably have been more diplomatic, but my patience was low and all I wanted was to be alone with Lily again—hear her cries and whimpers and feel her clench around me.
I took another drink.
A soft, familiar hand touched my arm, drawing my attention to where Lily stood beside me.
“I’ll go. See you later?” Lily asked. She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked to the door before I could stop her.
She didn’t close the door on the way out, and a part of me wanted to believe it was from jealousy.
Not that she had anything to be jealous about.
Still, I could hope she felt something more for me.
I damn well would have ripped the door off the hinges if the roles were reversed and my cum coated her while some random man asked for her attention.
I took a deep breath to focus and quell the illogical rage that filtered through me.
Leaving the door open, I walked over to my desk to hear whatever Mercedes needed to say that couldn’t wait.
“Who was that?” she asked as she sat across from me.
At one point, I’d considered her beautiful, and she had been angling for a date for months.
I was an ass, but I wasn’t such a big ass as to think dating one of the executives here would be a good idea.
She didn’t seem to have the same compunction.
“Don’t worry about it. What’s going on with the merger and what does it have to do with marketing?”
She toyed with the deep vee of her top, tracing the line where her blouse met skin, a move I knew was meant to entice me, but rather than arousal, all I felt was vague disgust. I turned to my computer, hoping she would get the message and get on with whatever this was about.
Eventually, she spoke up, and it was bad news. The company we were working to acquire ran an offensive ad several years ago that an influencer found and was now trending on social media. If we were going to buy and save this company, we needed a plan to address this.
As much as I didn’t want the drama, the green tech they were working on would result in a significant reduction in our company’s emissions, and I hoped to make it marketable.
It was already a hard enough sell to the dinosaurs on the board who were more than happy to keep eating their own for a buck, even if it damned the future.
I rubbed my neck as she spoke, staring at the screen in front of me. This was so far beyond me. All of it. The pressure of taking over as CEO and this little game I played with Lily threatened to drown me.