Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Aiven
I had never seen something as pretty as Dessi—Ms. Nayak, I corrected myself—kneeling between my thighs, her lips wet with anticipation. She had always been too headstrong and straightforward for her own good, but coming on to me this way, twirling her curls and batting her eyelashes…
It was a silly move.
She’d worked for me for too long not to know I’d eventually take control—wrench it from her fingers and keep it for my own. It was my nature to bark orders, not obey them.
Despite her outward irritation, I knew from the sweetness in the air that she enjoyed a little bit of bossing around. No matter what she believed, I knew her all too well.
Her soft heart would one day be her downfall, if her mouth didn’t get her in trouble first.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered against the aching length of my cock, each word a little tickle along the sensitive skin. “Right?”
Should I be the voice of reason? Surely not. Especially when she was the one initiating this little foreplay.
Instead of replying, I leaned back against the couch, watching as desire tightened every inch of her dewy dark skin.
Curse the moons, I couldn’t wait to feel her throat wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” she breathed as she licked up the slick that spilled from my tip.
The touch of her tongue was electric, but the words were lackluster. I wanted more—words of devotion, words of ownership, words that weren’t just generic things she would say to any other Alpha.
I cupped her jaw in my palm, tilting her gaze to mine. Her pupils were almost entirely black, dilated with desire.
“Repeat these words, omega,” I commanded. “Your cock is the only one I want to suck.”
She bristled, trying to pull away, but I held fast. “You’re an arrogant prick—”
My brow rose in challenge. “Say. It.”
I wished to say it was a simple command, but it thrummed through my pheromones, demanding obedience. I knew she felt each syllable slide under her skin.
Dessi’s breath hitched, her chest rising with the effort to fight the command, but her cheeks flushed a delightful dark red, the tip of her nose showing off color better than the rest of her.
She angled back a little, her fingers rising to the ties of her bathrobe. One tug, two. The pretty pink robe fell to the carpet.
There were many things in the world that did not affect me. A crying child, a distressed employee, telling someone to fuck off—
But my assistant naked on her knees with her bare breasts on display just for me?
My heart gave a dangerous thump alongside my cock.
“What if I don’t say those words?” she shivered, nipples tight with desire. “Would you say no to this? To me?”
How had this become a game where both of us were vying for the upper hand?
“Hmm?” she continued, finding the ruched tip of her nipples and teasing them until she quivered. “Would you say no to sliding between my tits and coming on my tongue?”
Oh, she plays this game too well.
Goosepimples rose over her breasts and shoulders as the cool air in the apartment found its way to her skin.
“You know what I think?” I asked, massaging the insistent pounding along my knot. Her eyes followed my every move.
“What?” she asked, almost dazed.
“I think you’ll cry if I leave you here like this.” With one hand pressed against my knot, I let the other slide along my cock. “Unfulfilled and aching.”
“You won’t leave.”
She tried to sound confident, but a tremor worked its way into her voice.
“Won’t I?”
The words lingered in the air like the threat it was.
I squeezed the head of my cock, drawing a groan to the surface.
“Fuck,” she breathed, watching me with unnerving focus.
“What do you think, Ms. Nayak?” I said her name like the taunt that it was. “Is this the only cock you want to suck?”
Her fingers turned to fists, nostrils flaring as she spoke.
“Yes.”
A smile split my lips. “Say what I want to hear.”
“Your cock is the only one I want to suck.”
My pulse roared with satisfaction as she bit the words out through clenched teeth. Control shifted between us like a current.
“It’s all yours,” I said, removing my own grip with a slick noise. “Every last inch.”
She gave up the illusion of kittenish licks and teasing kisses. Instead, when she reached for my cock, half of it disappeared into her mouth with surprising ease.
Pleasure raced through my blood, blinding and painful and so fucking perfect. There was something about watching Dessi fit her pretty lips around my cock and take anything I wanted to give her…
This was madness. There was no other word for it. With each sloppy downward gulp, I could see this turning into something so much worse—obsessive, controlling, unhealthy. Least of all because she was my assistant.
I was too far gone to stop. Not now. Not before…
“Fuck my mouth,” she ordered. Strings of slick and saliva dripped from her lips. “Do it.”
I told myself I’d remind her to watch her manners later. Now, I thrust my hips upwards, holding the back of her head as my cock slipped down her throat.
“You’re such a good girl, Dessi.” I didn’t care that I’d stumbled and used her first name. My cock in her throat surely put us on a first name basis. “You’re so good to let me fuck you like a little toy. Because you’re mine, aren’t you? You’ve always been mine. Mine to use.”
Her eyes squeezed shut as she shuddered, and although she tried to hide it, I saw one hand sneak low between her thighs. Permissible. She was, after all, being so good for me.
The room quieted, filled with nothing but the slick, obscene noises of me fucking Dessi’s willing throat. She gave it up so prettily with tears of effort brimming at the corners of her eyes and slick dribbling down her chin.
Curse it all, she was so fucking perfect.
As I thrust into her swollen lips, the pressure building with each passing breath, she pressed a hand against my knot, cupping it tight and pressing down.
Stars.
A groan broke halfway, turning into a shattered breath as release slammed into me. I’d never felt anything so raw, so blinding take over my limbs. Dessi continued to push down, drawing every last morsel of pleasure.
Curse it all.
I spilled into her throat, then onto her tongue, watching rivulets of my slick drip over her skin. She lapped it up with endearing eagerness, her tongue hot and wet against my sensitive cock. Still, it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to mark every inch of her and eradicate any evidence of her scent until what others smelled was me.
“Look at you, my little toy,” I said, trying to get my breath back. “You look so good covered in my come.”
When she launched herself at me, seeking my lips for a kiss that would mark me forever, I welcomed her with open arms.