CHAPTER THREE
POV: Harper
I spend the day pretending nothing happened.
I answer emails and file reports. I smile at people I don’t hear. My body isn’t mine. I flinch every time my phone buzzes. Every time his door opens. Every time I think I hear his voice, and even worse when I do.
By six, the office has cleared out. I'm still pretending.
Then I get his message on my phone, just one word.
“ Come.”
I stand too fast. My knees wobble. I make myself walk down the hall like I’m not about to combust.
I open the door to find him sitting, his monster of a cock fully exposed and out already. He gives me a glance with a clenched jaw and those steely eyes that have followed
me into nightmares and fantasies since I saw them.
“Lock it behind you,” he commands.
I do, the click echoing as he speaks again. “Come here.”
My palms are sweaty. I take four steps and stop. He doesn’t speak. Just waits. Watches.
“You want to learn me?” he asks at last. “Say it.”
“I want to learn you.”
“Not good enough.”
“I want to touch you.”
He lifts a brow.
“Please.”
He stands. Walks over. Stops close enough that I can smell his soap and skin.
He says, "Get on your knees."
My knees hit the carpet beneath his desk before I even register what I'm doing. I'm helpless to him. I want to do whatever he commands, now.
“Take off your shirt and your bra.” So I pull the offending apparel off in record time before earning his next command.
“Say what you want again.”
“I want to please you. Please—let me.”
Roman doesn’t say yes. He steps back, just enough to make me crawl to him. I follow without thinking, palms flat to the floor. I kneel between his thighs, looking up.
His tone is graveled, "Take my cock in your hands, Harper. Stroke it. With attention."
I reach for him. My fingers wrap around the base, cautious, unsure. He’s rock hard. My hands tremble as I reach for him. The heat of his flesh is intense. His cock twitches at my touch, and I gasp.
It feels so heavy. I look up at him, eyes wide. I've never seen a man so endowed, and I feel a flutter of panic.
“Look at it,” he says. “Not me. You’re learning.”
I lower my head and drag my tongue along the underside—slow, one stroke from base to tip.
He exhales through his nose but doesn’t move.
I part my lips and take him in, shallow at first. My jaw works harder than I expect. I feel clumsy. Sloppy. He doesn’t correct me. Just lets me figure it out.
I wrap my hand around the part I can’t fit and move my mouth in sync. The more I try to impress him, the more spit I feel down my chin. I stop, pull back, wipe it with the back of my hand.
He grabs my wrist. Stops me.
“Leave it,” he says.
I nod and go back down.
This time, I start with wrapping both hands around him and tentatively begin to stroke.
He groans low in his throat, and the sound sends a shockwave of desire through me.
I’m not sure if I should be this enthused by his desire, but I am.
I pump my right hand up and down, then pump his shaft slowly and tentatively.
He groans louder at my tentativeness, "Tighter. Jerk it like you mean it."
His words course through me, bringing a flush to my face and causing my pussy to dampen.
I put him in my mouth again and my tongue works faster. I flatten it along the underside, hollow my cheeks. I hear the shift in his breathing. I feel him twitch against my tongue.
"Mm, how hungry are you for this cock, Harper?" His fingers thread through my hair, and he pushes me forward.
He pushes between my lips, his fingers tight against my skull. I try to stifle my moan, but it doesn't help much. I push deeper, let him hit the back of my throat. I gag a little, then adjust. I want him to know I’ll keep trying.
His voice drops low. “You weren’t built for this.”
I suck harder.
“But you’re learning fast.”
I moan around him, and his fingers tighten slightly.
“You like doing this?”
I hum.
He pulls back, just enough to keep me wanting. My lips chase him.
“You want to make me come?”
I nod.
He grunts in approval and I see his hand stroke my hair. "Show me then, Harper. Show me you want to serve me."
He grips my jaw, and I open my mouth. He shoves his dick in. I moan, but not in pain.
Roman's cock fills my mouth, and I savor the feeling of being used by him. He's taking control, and I'm loving every second of it. His grip on my chin tightens, and he starts to fuck my face.
With forceful, controlled strokes, he moves in and out, making his muscles twitch with exertion. I relax, letting him have his way with me; he's taking his pleasure, as he should.
He slides my mouth down his cock slowly. "Such an insatiable little whore, aren't you?"
I don't respond, just let out a muffled murmur around him. He continues to thrust into my mouth in tempo with his words.
Finally, I hear the loudest groan escape his lips. My mouth is forcefully filled with the taste of his salty cum as he pushes his release down my throat.
He lets me go.
The office is silent for a moment as I struggle to swallow his load and catch my breath.
“Get on the couch.” The sound echoes with authority.
I do without question. Knees up. He doesn’t even bother telling me to take off my underwear. He just yanks it down and spreads my thighs.
“You didn’t think you were getting a reward for effort, did you?”
My head falls back against the cushion. “I’m still learning.”
He leans over me, fingers sliding between my legs like he owns every inch.
“Then let’s keep going.”
He strokes me just enough to make my legs shake. When I reach down to stop him, over already, he grabs my wrist and pins it to the cushion.
I cry out as the rhythm deepens. His fingers work faster.
“You were so eager to taste me,” he murmurs. “Now I want to watch you fall apart.”
I come fast. Too fast. It’s messy, loud, and full-body.
He watches the whole thing with no reaction.
When I’m done, he kneels again between my legs.
“Again.”