Chapter 14 Jess #2
“I see how it is,” he says. “Trying new things because the silent treatment wasn’t working out for you.
” He steps in, mindful of the people around us.
You can see everything happening inside of these elevators.
I’m a living testament to that. It was only yesterday I saw a man reach under a woman’s skirt.
“If you want me to fuck you, Jessy, just ask.”
“I don’t need to,” I challenge.
Nadir drops his eyes, scalding my skin as his eyes ghost over my chest.
The elevator arrives at the top floor, and we file out. Nadir takes big strides, and I struggle to catch up in my heels. We enter his office, and the air-conditioning blows cool air on my face. Much needed. I was working up a sweat in the canteen.
And now I’m working up another one.
“Take off your clothes,” Nadir snaps.
“I thought you were a gentleman.”
“I’ve changed my mind.” His eyes travel down my body. “Take them off. I want to see you.”
Wow.
“Here at work? I thought we’d at least do it back at yours where—”
“What part of me owning you are you not understanding?”
Fair enough. I kick off my heels and shed the red blazer, but by the time I get to unbuttoning my shirt, my hands go numb. Nadir’s eyes are on me, watching my every move. And I’m nervous. Like it’s my first time doing this again.
I like to think I hold the power, wearing the red pantsuit, making him come to me. But no matter what I do, Nadir will always be on top. He will always hold power over me.
My bones tingle every time I think about that.
Considering our age difference, our power imbalance, and our contrasting sexual experiences, I should be intimidated, and that should be enough for me to run away.
But it isn’t. Because like last time, the intimidation comes served with excitement, and I’ve never felt so much of it flooding through my veins before.
My pulse spikes when he undoes the first button of my shirt for me.
Nadir will end this thing between us when it gets boring.
Fun never lasts. If I’m not enough for ordinary foster families to want me around longer than a few months, I’m not enough for the man standing in front of me with the world at his fingertips.
He presses a button and has everything. He doesn’t even need to get off his ass to let me into his apartment.
All he does is sit, and the world does the labor for him.
He’ll toss me away for sure.
And that motivates me to do everything in my power to keep him around as long as possible. Why? I don’t fucking know. It’s just how I feel. Like, if I win over his attention, I’m suddenly worth something.
He’s everything and I’m—
“Fuck!” My eyelids snap shut as he rubs my pussy through my pants.
“Take these off.” He taps my pants. “I want to watch.”
He told me the same thing six years ago.
I unzip my red pants, surprised by how easily I manage it now.
The feeling has returned to my hands, and something else is stirring low in my belly as the pants fall to the floor.
I step out of them, left in nothing but my red lace bra and matching panties—chosen specifically for this moment.
I still can’t believe this is happening.
Nadir chuckles. “Look at you.” He scans his eyes up my body. “Trying to get my attention.”
“It seems to have worked.”
“Hmm,” he moans, his eyes back on my body. “Take off your bra and panties. I want to see all of you.”
My breath catches, more wetness leaking out of me. When it comes to Nadir, there’s no ceiling to my desire. And now, I’m reaching new heights.
The bathroom sex was something.
But it’s not this.
I know who Nadir is, unlike last time. He’s not a handsome stranger anymore. He’s a very powerful crime boss, who I’m now relying on for money and safety. That complicates everything, and makes what we’re about to do more risky.
But I’m still unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
I might be relying on Nadir for those things right now, but if push comes to shove, I’ll carve my own path and survive on my own. I know how to do life solo, without anyone to fall back on. That’s one thing you learn from being in foster care your entire childhood.
What I’m not so good at is controlling myself every time Nadir’s eyes fall on me.
I fall. Literally.
And I feel my knees buckling now as I hook a finger around my panties, lowering them to my thighs.
Air prickles the tips of my nipples, my swollen clit.
And then Nadir is on me—hoisting me over his shoulder as if I weigh nothing and depositing me onto his desk. Papers scatter, pens and a calculator clattering to the floor. He kicks the mess aside without a glance and steps in close, positioning himself between my legs.
His tongue is on my pussy before my mind has time to catch up. I moan, clamping my thighs around his head as he continues licking.
“Oh my…”
He opens me wider and finds my clit, alternating between sucking and nibbling.
It’s impossible to keep my eyes open. I throw my head back into the desk, feeling my body slide. I could melt. Pass away. Whatever he’d prefer. I give myself over to him. He can do whatever he wants.
He inserts two fingers into my entrance, stroking my inner walls.
“You’re close already, printsessa,” he says, his mouth back between my thighs.
I open my eyes to check I’m not daydreaming. This is actually happening. Nadir’s head is really between my legs. I grab his hair, running the silver roots through my fingers. Any woman in the world would kill for this.
I moan, bucking my hips into his face as those fingers open and stretch me in new ways. It’s not possible for anything to feel this liberating. There has to be a catch.
And the catch is that no matter what happens, Nadir will always be in the lead. Because he plays unfair.
And he’s being so totally unfair now as he sniffs my pussy like a dog. Like he’s a starved animal, and he’s finally getting his meal. He groans, angling his nose back into me for another smell.
“Blyat.” He chokes out a groan.
And now I hear the jingling sound of a belt buckle being undone. I look up and see him toss the accessory out into the room. It lands with a loud clang, which neither of us care about.
Nadir drops his pants, shoves down his zipper…and fuck.
I forgot how big he was.
My mouth gapes.
“Look at you.” He chuckles, and the sound comes deep from his chest. “In denial, giving me the silent treatment for days when in reality, all you’ve been able to think about is my cock inside you.” He leans forward, grabs my breasts, and slides his length between them, grunting.
“Don’t act like you’re any different.” I snort. “You wanted me to work for it. How about you get off your ass for a change and work yourself for—
I’m unable to finish the rest of that sentence.
Nadir slots his dick into me one slow inch at a time…and then all at once.
I gasp and cry, and fight off my climax for as long as possible. This can’t end yet.
“I feel you,” he grunts. “I’m already so close to undoing you.” He cages me against the desk and meets my face. “You’re so much wetter than you were before, printsessa. What’s changed?”
“What?” I pant, trying to level my breathing.
“Do you like being thrown over my desk? Is this what you were hoping for when we got reacquainted?”
There’s too much pleasure whirling through me to speak. All I can do is whimper, and continue arching my back to fit all of him in. Those same muscles are being stretched again, but the pain isn’t as bad as before. It’s like my body recognizes him, even after all these years.
He unearths a sweet spot inside of me, and I howl.
“That’s it. Use your mouth and tell me how good it feels. I know how much you love using it,” he purrs.
He tilts me on the desk, my ass pressed firmly into the wood. Without his support, I’d go flying. He holds me in place. My legs splay around him, hanging from the table. I’m close to reaching a middle split. My hips really have to go that wide in order to accommodate his size.
He slides his dick in and out, increasing the rhythm. I feel him twitch inside of me and know he’s close too.
I clench his shoulder blades. He’s still wearing a shirt, and it’s drenched in sweat. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders as a cry rips my throat in half. The pleasure is simply too much. It pulsates through every cell, every nerve.
And now my eyes are shutting again. My hold on reality goes with my vision.
I focus on the epicenter of pleasure budding between my thighs, and disappear into another world. Nadir drives home, triggering various sweet spots simultaneously.
The climax shatters me.
I let go, and Nadir catches me, holding me to him as the climax spreads from deep within my belly.
God. Endless currents of electricity are zapping through me. I can’t scream too loud and show Nadir the effect he has on me—he’ll use it as leverage at a later date. He plays unfair, and now I’m howling his name, centering my whole world around him as I climax on his dick.
I release another animalistic sound to make things worse, like the first howl wasn’t enough. I’m too focused on the powerful electric currents threading through me to give a fuck about the sounds coming out of my mouth.
But sober Jess will care. She’ll care a lot when all of this is over.
I feel a little better about how much I cried his name when I hear Nadir mumble “beautiful” under his breath. But I must be imagining things. Nadir would never say that.
I flop onto the desk when the climax leaves my body, unsure where to go from here. I returned to my economy seat last time we did this. I suppose I’ll be returning to my office now.
I get dressed without saying a word. It takes an embarrassing amount of time to find my panties and everything else. Running around butt naked in the middle of Nadir’s office with the sun shining into the room is not a good look, and it’s definitely not very professional.
I flick a bra strap over my shoulder and sigh. I don’t even wanna think about the state of my hair, but it’s not all bad. At least this time, I had fun messing it up.
How long will this fun last?
I tuck that question away into a box and seal it into the back of my mind, with no desire to answer it. Ever. I throw on my pants and head to the door.
I think we’re way past complicated now, given my current living situation. And I still want more. Even though I can’t want more.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Nadir says, peering over his shoulder as if to make sure I’m on my way out.
“Yeah.” I slip into my heels and disappear. “See you.”
I hate that a small part of me wishes he was saying those words in a different context.