Chapter 13
Callum
I spent the rest of the day pretending I was not sharing an office with a woman I had thoroughly defiled and enjoyed hearing cry out in pleasure as she came really hard with my cock in her virgin ass.
It was not easy.
Avery sat at the desk I had arranged to be brought in that morning, her hair still slightly loose from my hands, her skin flushed, her movements careful in a way that told me she was sore in exactly the places I had intended.
No one would be able to see the fact that she was naked underneath her desk if they walked in, but I knew and she knew and that made my cock hard and undoubtedly made her tight little pussy very wet.
She worked.
I worked.
We did not speak for three hours.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was not tense either.
It was more a charged awareness of everything that had happened that morning.
I could feel her presence in the room the way I felt the building’s weight in my bones.
Every rustle of paper, every quiet sigh, every adjustment in her chair echoed in my chest.
Want was the simplest part of it. I had wanted her a long time.
What I had not expected was the tenderness that followed, or the weight of knowing she had trusted me with something she had never given anyone else.
She had let me see her frightened, ashamed, needy, and brave.
She had let me take control because she believed I would not use that control to diminish her.
She was not a fantasy I could put away when the office door opened.
She was Avery, intelligent and determined, and more than anything I could have ever imagined.
If this went wrong, she would pay more than I would.
I had money, lawyers, and decades of credibility behind me.
Avery had a new job, a fragile professional future, and the hope that this place might finally become hers.
I had put all of that at risk, along with my promise to Robert and the livelihoods that depended on my judgment.
I should have felt regret. Instead, I felt afraid of how certain I was that I did not want to undo it.
I wanted her near me. I wanted to protect her.
I wanted whatever had begun between us to become something worthy of the risk she had taken.
Around eleven-thirty, Benjamin appeared at the door with a stack of documents and the expression of a man who had been forced to handle reality without proper preparation.
“Mr. Rowe,” he said, his eyes flicking briefly to Avery before returning to me. I could see Avery squirming in her seat, and my cock throbbed knowingly. ”The Hartwell development team has submitted revisions to the safety protocols.”
I took the papers from him. “Good.”
“They appear to be an overcorrection.”
“That’s because they’re scared.”
“Understandable, given the current media climate.”
I glanced at Avery. She had not looked up from her screen, but her posture had stiffened slightly.
“Put them on the schedule for three,” I said.
Benjamin’s gaze lingered. “Will you require anything else?”
“Not at the moment.”
He looked at Avery again. She still did not meet his eyes, but I saw the corner of her mouth twitch in what might have been suppressed amusement. Benjamin’s own mouth tightened into the faintest line of judgment.
“I will be at my desk,” he said.
After he left, I waited until the door closed.
Then I said, “You’re enjoying his distress.”
She looked up, her eyes bright with mischief.
“Is it wrong?”
“Yes.”
“That’s unfortunate. Guess my boss is probably going to have to call me in for a disciplinary meeting at the end of the day,” she speculated with a subtle smirk.
I almost smiled as I returned to my own work.
Avery typed steadily for another half hour, her focus impressive given the circumstances.
I watched her from the corner of my eye—the determined set of her mouth, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when concentrating, the occasional subtle shift that told me she was feeling the aftermath of our morning.
Then my phone buzzed with a text.
Dana: The mayor’s office is rescheduled for 2:15.
I looked at Avery. She was watching me, her hands still on her keyboard. I lifted an eyebrow. Her cheeks turned pink, but she held my gaze.
“Do you need a break?” I asked.
“I could eat.”
It was not what she needed, and we both knew it. I stood, buttoning my jacket slowly on purpose. She watched my hands.
“Come here, young lady.”
She rose and walked around her desk, stopping a few feet from me. She was still wearing the ivory blouse, though she had redone the top buttons. The sight made me want to unbutton them again, slowly, just to watch her hold her breath.
“Turn around,” I said.
Her breath caught. She turned, presenting her back to me, her posture slightly tense. My hands settled on her hips and my gaze flicked down to her bare ass. It was still pink and there were a few marks from my belt striped across her cheeks.
“Does it hurt?” I asked softly.
She nodded.
“Good.”
She shivered.
“During lunch,” I instructed, my hands moving to the backs of her thighs, “you will sit with your bare ass on the chair, and you will eat whatever Benjamin brings you. You will not squirm too obviously. You will not touch yourself. And you will remember that I’m the one who made you sore this morning. ”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hands clenching at her sides.
I slid my hands up her thighs around her hips and down her tummy, finding the soft skin where her thighs met. She was still wet for me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said softly.
“I’m thinking about how you made me sore this morning,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
“And?”
“And I liked it,” she confessed.
I hummed in approval, one finger brushing lightly against her wetness without entering. She whimpered softly, pressing her thighs together as I lightly teased her clit.
“Do you need to come for me?” I asked.
She nodded immediately, her breath coming faster.
“Please, sir.”
I stood up from my chair, pressing harder, rubbing her faster. In a low voice, I spoke into her ear: “Tell me what a good girl you are. Tell me why you deserve to come now, in your boss’s office, after he fucked you so thoroughly over his desk this morning.”
“I’ve been good,” she gasped. “I did all my work. I didn’t complain about being sore.”
“You did squirm though.”
“I couldn’t help it,” she whispered. “My bottom hurts.”
I slipped one finger inside her then, feeling how ready she still was after the morning’s activities. “You’re always wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned softly.
I began moving my finger in and out, adding a second after a few strokes and using my thumb to keep pressure on her clit. “Such a needy little pussy. Do you think I should let you come?”
“Please,” she begged. “I’ll be so good. I’ll do anything.”
I curled my fingers inside her, finding that spot that made her gasp. “What are you willing to do for me?”
“Anything,” she breathed, her hips undulating against my hand. “I’ll be your good girl. I’ll let you fuck me whenever and wherever you want. My pussy, my mouth, my ass—whatever you want, sir.”
I groaned quietly at her words, adding a third finger to stretch her. “You liked having your ass fucked, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “Even though it hurt.”
“But you took it like a good girl,” I praised, fucking her harder with my fingers now. “You let me stretch your virgin ass and fill it with my cum.”
“I did,” she gasped. “I loved feeling you claim every part of me.”
My cock was hard as stone in my pants, but I focused on her pleasure, my thumb circling her clit while my fingers pumped inside her.
“Come for me now,” I commanded. “Come on my fingers like the naughty girl you are.”
She did, her body clenching around my fingers as she stifled her moans against her hand. Her orgasm was quick and intense, her legs trembling as she came. I kept stroking her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she was gasping my name softly.
When she was done, I slowly withdrew my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean while she watched over her shoulder with wide, satisfied eyes.
“You taste delicious,” I said. ”But I know you’re not done, needy girl.”
I slipped my fingers back down and rubbed her clit viciously hard.
“Sir!” she squeaked.
“You can take it,” I told her, rubbing in firm circles. “Good girls take what they’re given.”
I did not let up until she came again, this time more quietly, her body shuddering as she bit her lip to stay silent. I could see the effort it took her not to cry out.
“Good girl,” I praised, finally removing my hand. “One more.”
She shook her head weakly. “I can’t.”
I turned her to face me and put my hand back between her legs. “You can. And you will.”
I kissed her then, swallowing her gasp as I rubbed her swollen clit with firm strokes. She clung to my jacket, her body tensing as I brought her to the edge again. When she came this time, I swallowed her moans with my mouth, my tongue claiming hers as her body convulsed in my arms.
Afterward, she was trembling, her face flushed, her eyes glassy with pleasure. I gently straightened her blouse, my hands lingering on her hips.
“Are you going to be my good girl for the rest of the day?” I asked.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Good. Because if you are, I’m going to fuck you again before we leave this evening. Then, I’m going to take you home and use every hole you have until you can’t take anymore.”
She shuddered visibly, her pupils dilating with desire. “Yes, please.”
I kissed her forehead, then stepped back. “Go sit down at your desk. Then you’re going to eat the lunch Benjamin brings.”
She walked over, still naked from the waist down, and sat at her desk, her posture carefully neutral, though I noticed her thighs pressed tightly together.
Benjamin arrived with lunch exactly seven minutes later, eyeing us both with suspicion.