14. The First Time in the Office
The First Time in the Office
Electra
I was preparing myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen when Peter showed up behind me.
He almost caused me a heart attack when I turned around and found him watching me from the threshold.
I was deep in thought, thinking about all the possible ways out of this.
Telling Bastian the truth was the hardest yet the most direct option.
"Are you two together?" Peter asked, piercing me with his brown eyes. I remembered the mischievous glint in them when we first met. Yet the playfulness had disappeared and was replaced by a grave expression. His face reminded me of Frederick.
"Yes," I answered, putting the mug down and crossing my arms over my chest. I wasn't very comfortable with him being only a few feet away from me in the small space of the kitchen.
"Don't tell him about us, please," he whispered, and my brows shot up.
The last thing I wanted to do was tell Bastian about me and his brother having sex, but hiding it was worse.
Small, innocent lies were one thing, yet this was huge.
He would've left me without a second thought if he ever found out from someone else. I couldn't risk that.
"I have to, Pete," I stated, giving him a pointed look. "I don't want to, but I have to."
"He will banish me from the continent," he groaned, shaking his head. "Of all the women in the fucking world, why do you have to be my brother's girlfriend?"
"I can ask the same thing!" I hissed, coming closer to him. "Be glad I don't want to tell him about your friend!"
"Don't pretend you didn't like it," he retorted, glowering at me.
"I did, but it won't change the fact that I found out about him when he stuck his cock in my mouth!"
I took a coffee from the counter, intending to walk past him, but he grabbed my shoulder, halting me in my tracks.
"If you tell him this, I'll lose my daughter," he said quietly. His eyes were pleading with me. I stopped wriggling, and he let go of me, taking a deep breath. "I understand that we don't know each other, Electra, but please let me explain."
"Explain what?" I inquired, squeezing the mug in my hand.
"Without Bastian's help, I won't be a fitting parent for my girl, and her grandparents will take her away from me completely," he clarified, hanging his head low.
I felt sorry for him and his daughter, but I wasn't willing to risk my relationship because of it.
He was my boyfriend's brother. Even though it was awkward, Bastian had to know what had happened between us.
"You're a Thorn. Every door is open for you. Why do you need Bastian?" I sat on the chair, crossing my legs and raising my eyebrows expectantly at him. He took the hint and stood back towards the threshold, watching the hall and the door into Bastian's office.
In the next ten minutes, Peter told me everything I needed to know and much more.
I was gasping when he talked about the Russian mob bosses and how he messed up with them.
I was clenching my fists when he confessed that, under the influence of drugs, he invaded his father's home and told his wife that he was his son.
Poor Mrs. Thorn ended up in the hospital, and Andreas arranged for him to meet a doctor, too.
And I was shaking my head in disbelief when he said that without his mother, he would probably be dead by now.
She begged his father to help him, but he refused because Andreas and Elliot were strongly against Pete.
Eventually, she persuaded Bastian to pay his debts, but Peter had to promise he wouldn't ever contact any of his brothers and leave the entire family alone.
He agreed, yet the situation with his daughter forced him to visit his oldest sibling and ask for help again. I understood this. I really did, but I also needed him to understand my point.
"I'm sorry, Pete," I said, looking into his sad eyes. I wanted to help him, but not like this—not when my relationship was at stake. "I can't keep a secret from him. It's not right."
"I know it's selfish of me to ask this of you," he muttered, chewing his bottom lip. He left his place at the threshold and crouched in front of me. "Can you at least give me a few days? I just need to show him I'm not as useless as he thinks."
"Pete," I whined, shaking my head. I should have been strong and refused his suggestion, but I couldn't. He looked so vulnerable and helpless.
"I swear I won't let you or Bastian down," he promised, taking my hand, but I yanked it away.
"I'm sorry about all of this, but I won't lie to the man I love," I stated, standing up to my feet and taking my cold coffee. "Bastian is your brother; he won't cut you off when you need him."
"He is your boyfriend; he won't break up with you because of the sex you had before you even met him," he retorted, straightening to his full height. "I respect your decision, Electra. I just hope he won't smash my face when I meet him next time."
He signed, running his hands over his pale face. “At least, give me a few hours before he kills me. I need to put my things in order." His face twisted into a grimace when he fished his phone out of the inner pocket of his jacket. "I don't want my insurance fraud to be transferred to my daughter."
"You're impossible." I shook my head, suppressing a smile, yet I didn't know if he was joking. He was an absolute stranger to me, and with everything that he 'd just told me, I was sure Bastian would burst through the roof after our conversation.
It took me almost two hours to find the courage to enter Bastian's office. My plan wasn't perfect, but it was the best in this situation. I needed him relaxed and in a good mood, and then I would confess. There was no other way out; I had to come clean.
"What are you thinking about?" Bastian asked with his mouth on my shoulder, kissing his way up my jaw.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, burring my fingers in his hair, feeling his rock-solid member through the fabric of his pants.
My thoughts were running wild, but I had to concentrate.
He was extremely observant; he could find out that something was wrong in a millisecond.
"It's our first time in your office." I shot him a seductive smile, moving my palms down his white shirt to his belt.
I was sitting on his lap, trying to get into his pants while he was rolling up my skirt and squeezing my sore butt cheeks. The remnants of the flogger from this morning stung my bottom and my back with every move, and his rough hands on my still-red skin made me squirm.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, pecking my chin, noticing very quickly what his touches were doing to me.
His palms moved gently up and down, caressing me.
It was impossible to understand how he could change from the aroused beast who would tear off my clothes into a puppy who would cuddle with me the whole night.
"I want," I whispered, leaning closer, talking against his splendid mouth, "to feel you deep inside me."
He didn't answer with words. He crushed his lips on mine, standing up with me, snaked around him, walking us to the couch, not once breaking the kiss. He pinned me to the sofa, opening the buttons on my blouse while he moved to my neck, licking his way down to my chest.
My breathing quickened, and I closed my eyes, enjoying his wandering fingers. He freed my breasts from the bra, cupping them with his hands and paying equal attention to both of them with his mouth. I squeezed his shoulders and scratched his back while he continued his gentle assault on my globes.
For a moment, at least, I forgot about the horrible conversation ahead of me. He was able to wipe the situation with Pete from my mind, and I could only moan his name when he spread my thighs and attacked my wet pussy with his tongue.
He licked me to the brim of ecstasy, and just when I was about to reach my peak, he stopped, raising his head from my throbbing sex, making me groan in frustration.
He knew very well that I was almost there.
With a mischievous smile, he wiped his mouth, grabbed my hips, and kissed his way up, finishing on my cheek.
I gave him a few annoyed glares, but he didn't seem to mind my discomfort.
He sat on his heels, still caressing my knee, while opening the button on his pants with his other hand.
I inhaled a sharp breath when seeing his erect cock, ready to take me into another dimension, yet Bastian wrapped his palm around his thick length, enjoying the view of my naked body.
"Do you need an invitation, Mr. Thorn?" I teased, trying to hide that I was irritated by his hesitation.
"You're so perfect, Electra," he whispered, loud enough for me to hear his deep, husky voice saying my name in the most seductive way possible.
For a split second, I felt a stab of guilt in my chest when I stared into his eyes clouded with lust and devotion, but he didn't give me time to succumb to it. He positioned himself between my legs, his hard cock pressed against my entrance when he leaned down and kissed me.
I was gasping for air, moaning and trembling when he finally entered me.
His gentle thrusts were in huge contrast with the possessiveness with which he was claiming my mouth.
I snuggled my hands under his shirt, digging my fingernails into the stiff muscles on his back.
I clung even closer to him, craving to feel his body on mine so there wouldn't be an inch of free space between us.
I wanted to feel him everywhere, taking me, marking me as his over and over again.
"You feel so good, princess," he breathed, his rhythm quickening, and I squeezed his firm ass, trying to show him that I needed more. I wanted it rougher .
He shot me a glance before his signature evil grin appeared on his face, and I giggled but instantly moaned out loud when he slammed his cock inside my wetness with newfound vigor.
He supported himself on his elbow and wrapped his hand around my throat, firmly holding me and continuing to pound my pussy.
"Can I come, please?" I whined, desperately grabbing his forearm, begging him to allow me to find my release.
"No!" was his short, stern answer. He stuck his index and middle finger into my dry mouth. "Suck them!"
Working on his digits got my mind off of an overwhelming feeling of failure that had appeared in my chest. He always let me climb up the clouds, even if I had to wait a few seconds, but this time, he was much stricter than usual.
"Sir, p-please...p-please," I pleaded, fisting his shirt, almost tearing it to pieces.
"I can't..." I closed my eyelids, trying to imagine some awful things, but his cock was so deep inside me that it wasn't possible.
Even when I squeezed my eyes shut, all I could see was Bastian's handsome face, close to mine, barking orders at me.
"Look at me!" he commanded, cupping my jaw with his palm. His rhythm didn't slow down for one second. My vision was blurred when I looked at him, and I felt like I couldn't hold myself any longer. "Come!"
His permission was both mental and physical redemption for me.
I screamed when the climax took over me, and my whole body was like one big convulsion before I finally felt the familiar clenching of my pussy walls.
I lost myself in bliss. I heard Bastian's heavy breathing and grunting, and a few moments later, he collapsed on top of me, burying his face into the cushion next to my shoulder.
I tried to catch my breath and move my hand, but the intense orgasm still paralyzed me.
I only just managed to gently scratch his back with my long nails, thinking he would crush me with his weight if we stayed like this for another few minutes.
He had a perfect body, but he was huge, and I had a hard time getting oxygen into my deprived lungs.
Thankfully, he didn't fall asleep and lifted himself, gently pecking my lips with a boyish smile.
"You're fucking amazing," he whispered, brushing his nose against mine, and my heart melted. He looked so happy, and I was about to destroy our small bubble with my confession.
However, he started talking before I could even open my mouth.
"You have no idea how much I needed this," he said, putting his hand on my cheek and stroking my skin with his thumb. "If Peter fucks things up again, I'll drag him to Bhutan and leave him there to rot." The seriousness in his voice sent shivers down my spine. That was what Pete had told me.
"Shit! He needs to grow up," Bastian grumbled, staring somewhere behind me. I saw pain in his eyes. "I don't know what to do with him."
"You care for him," I muttered, my heart painfully clenching.
I had a chance to tell him what happened, but I couldn't do it.
Not only because I was scared of his reaction but also because he would send a person he loved away.
My words would only hurt him. It was in the past; it would never happen again.
If Pete keeps his mouth shut, I could do it, too.
We should forget about it and continue with our lives.
"You have no idea how much I want him to finally be okay," Bastian whispered, kissing my shoulder.
His face was full of guilt, which I didn't quite understand.
"I'm sorry, princess." He pulled himself up, grazing his fingers down my arm, and I frowned.
He was acting weird. "I ruined our first time in my office.
" He gave me a small apologetic smile and stood, looking around, trying to locate his pants.
"How do you know my brother, anyway?" he asked, and I took a deep breath. I was prepared for this question, yet when it came, I hesitated.
"I met him in a bar," I explained eventually, buttoning my blouse. I chose the easier option, even when it could bite me in the ass anytime. "We have mutual friends."
"He likes you," Bastian stated, studying my face, and I grinned.
"Are you jealous, sir?" I asked, winking at him. Out of nowhere, his hand appeared on the back of my neck. His firm hold instantly wiped the smile from my face, and I inhaled sharply .
"You're mine, baby girl," he growled, sending chills up my spine. "Don't force me to remind you of that."
Oh, shit! I so wanted him to remind me of that every fucking day.