Chapter Eleven
T he next few weeks seem to fly by as I get acclimated to my new job. Even though I can feel Chris’ heated gaze on me every time I pass him in the office, we’ve managed to keep our hands off of each other between the hours of nine and five Monday through Friday. There was one time that he’d pressed me up against his car in the garage and kissed me senseless on a night I had plans with my sister, so I wasn’t staying at the penthouse. But other than that, we hadn’t done anything anywhere there was a chance we could get caught. Not only do I work for him and it is against some pretty strict fraternization policies, but everyone knows he’s married and I am not interested in letting the entire office think that fact doesn’t faze me. Or worse, that I’m sleeping my way to the top. Both of us have too much at stake.
It doesn’t stop us from spending most of our days texting though.
A beep distracts me from the email I’m sending and his name crosses my screen.
Chris: You look so beautiful today.
I can’t stop the smile from finding my face.
Me: So you told me this morning.
I’d stayed with Chris last night and we were almost late for work because he tried to fuck me on his kitchen counter when he saw me dressed and ready this morning.
Chris: And I’ll probably tell you three more times before the day is over.
I’m about to text him back when Elise, who was just recently hired as well, stops by my cubicle. “Hey girl.”
We’d bonded over going to the same college in Boston and having some mutual friends and our love for yoga and binge-watching Golden Girls reruns. She’d also managed to get on Wes Beckham’s bad side on her first day, so we’ve commiserated a few times over how much of an asshole he is.She’s sweet in that way that makes her liked by everyone, and while I’m sometimes wary of those types of women because they weren’t always that nice behind closed doors, I think she may actually be genuine.
“You coming out tonight?” she asks as she leans over my short wall and lets her hands rest under her chin. I’m in a group chat with all of the new hires and we’ve been trying to coordinate doing something outside of work since we started, but it hasn’t worked out until now. “I think a few other people from the office are coming too.”
As much as I wanted to hole up with Chris in his penthouse, I should probably try to make some friends with more of my colleagues. I am not by any means shy, but I am a hard worker and I rarely leave my desk while I’m here. I’m just trying to get acclimated and prevent getting screamed at again by one of the richest men in the country.
I nod. “Yep, I’ll be there. We’re meeting around eight, right?”
She moves into my cubicle which I’m thankfully not sharing with anyone yet and leans against my desk. “I think I want to hook up with Liam.”
I spin in my chair and cross my legs, leaning forward. “Oh?”
“I don’t know. We’ve been flirting and…texting outside our group chat.” Liam Patterson was also hired at the same time as us, and while objectively I find him attractive with his All-American boy look mixed with Southern boy charm, he really isn’t my type. The man I’m currently smitten with aside. “I know you guys are pretty good friends and at the risk of sounding so lame, has he…said anything about me?” Liam and I typically have lunch together, maybe because I’m the one girl in the office whose panties he’s not trying to get into.
“Ummm maybe?” I say, really not wanting to get involved. “I don’t really remember,” I say, but I do and he has. Something along the lines of hot and very fuckable. “But I don’t think he’s really interested in dating anyone.”
“Who said anything about dating?” She fusses with her curly hair in her compact mirror before tucking a blonde strand behind her ear. “I just want to have some fun. Anyway, I’m glad you’re coming. I’m probably going to text you later because I have no idea what I’m wearing,” she says with a smile before she disappears.
I pull up my messages with Chris once she’s gone and type out a reply.
Me: So a few of us new hires are going out tonight. Maaaaybe we can see each other later?
I hoped he could read between the lines that I would probably be a little tipsy and probably more overzealous than usual about putting my mouth on his dick.
Chris: I’ve been wondering when you all were going to go out. Where are you going?
Me: I think we are starting at someone’s house and then going somewhere in the city.
Chris: Behave yourself.
I raise an eyebrow at my phone, my fingers itching to type the words, but not sure how he’ll respond to it. Fuck it.
Me: Yes daddy.
I bite down on my bottom lip, a smile pulling at my lips as I watch the bubbles appear instantly before disappearing. This goes on for a minute before two words pop up on my screen and the air leaves my lungs in a gush.
Chris: My office.
I am about to protest that we really shouldn’t when another message comes through.
Chris: Now.
Despite the horrible idea this is, my pussy seems to disagree and the heartbeat beginning to pulse between my legs forces me to my feet and towards his office. I’m grateful Christine isn’t at her desk and there doesn’t seem to be anyone lurking in the hallway that will see me going into his office. Not that it’s unheard of for me to have a meeting with him but it isn’t usually one on one.I don’t even have a chance to knock on the door before it swings open and he stands to the side to let me enter. He closes it, standing in front of it with one leg crossed over the other and his arms crossed over his chest as he drags his eyes up my body slowly.
“Sit on my desk.”
“Chris…” His hand finds the handle on the door and when he turns the lock, the quiet noise resounds around the room. “We can’t…we’ve been doing so good!” I whisper and he shakes his head.
“Say it again.”
“Say what?”
“You know what.”
I take a step back when he takes a step towards me and continue walking backward as he moves closer like he’s preparing to pounce on me. “No. You’re being reckless.” I shake my head despite the fact that my body is practically humming for him. It’s one of the last warm days of October, so I’m wearing a skirt and it would be so easy for him to reach his hand under it and touch me or kiss me or… fuck me.
“Trust me, I’m trying to,” he says and I realize I must have said that last part out loud. His hands are on my hips and he has me pinned against his desk. “I need to fuck you.” I can practically hear the pleading in his voice and I’ll admit his constant desperation for me is fucking hot.
“Chris…” I gasp when he spins me around to face my desk. I feel his erection pressing into my back and his hands drag up my body to cup my breasts.
“My office is soundproof, stop whispering.” He pushes my hair to one side, exposing my neck, and presses his lips to the space where it meets my shoulder before dragging them up slowly. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me touch you?” he murmurs against my neck before pressing his teeth to the space. His hands move down and then slowly up my skirt up. He reaches around and strokes my thighs slowly, moving closer to my pussy with each passing second. “Answer me, Marissa. Are you my good girl?”
I’m panting at this point. My heart is pounding and my entire body feels like it’s on fire. His hands find the waistband of my underwear and he drags his index finger over the skin just below my belly button, teasing me. My stomach flips at the ticklish feeling and my pussy clenches involuntarily.
“Chris.”
“Mmmm?” He chuckles just before he slides his hand beneath the waistband and cups me, pushing me back against him. “Say it.”
“Yes, I am a good girl.” I breathe out just as he parts my sex and drags a finger through the slit. “Yes,” I repeat and my eyes flutter shut as the feeling of his very talented fingers rubs my clit. I fucking loved his hands. I’ve never been big on fingering but I realized it was because I’d never been fingered by Chris Holt who knows exactly what he is doing.
“Yes, what?” he asks.
I turn my head and give him a cheeky grin over my shoulder. “If I knew calling you Daddy would make you this unhinged, I may have said it sooner.”
“Fuck,” he says as he begins to rub me harder. “Say it again.”
I pull his hand from between my legs and hop on his desk, spreading my legs and pulling my underwear to the side to expose my wet cunt to him. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
He unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks all within the span of a second, pulling his dick out and staring at my bare wet cunt as he drags his hand from root to tip. “We shouldn’t be fucking doing this here,” he says with his eyes still staring between my legs.
“No, we shouldn’t. Anyone could catch us,” I whisper. He swallows hard before his eyes meet mine and I can see the smile in them. “But I ache for you, Daddy.” I bite my bottom lip and lower my gaze to his dick. “Make it feel better.”
“Jesus. Whatever you want.” He groans as he moves closer to me. He tilts my chin up to meet his eyes just as he swipes his dick through my slit once.
“I don’t have time to taste you now, but tell me I can later.” He pushes inside of me slowly with shallow thrusts but not going all the way inside. “Tell me you’ll let Daddy taste your pretty cunt later.”
My eyes widen at his dirty words and I can feel my cheeks heating. “Yes,” I whisper just before he presses his lips to mine in a kiss so delicious, I feel it all the way in my toes.
“Put me all the way inside of you,” he whispers against my lips and I reach for his dick, which is still tracing my opening, and guide him inside of me slowly. I clench around his head, letting my pussy pulse around him and he lets out a low groan.
“Don’t tease Daddy,” he says and I giggle at his obvious feeling of torment just before he pushes his dick fully inside of me and swallows the moan that leaves me. I drop a hand to his desk behind me and place a hand at the back of his neck to help me meet his thrusts as our bodies slap together frantically. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I murmur as my eyes flutter open. He stops thrusting for a second and stares down at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
“I can’t either,” he says.
I was somewhat staying in character for our daddy fantasy and also referring to the fact that he’s fucking me on his desk during the workday, but with the way he’s looking at me, I think he means something else entirely.He gives me a smile that makes my heart flutter in my chest before he lowers his lips to mine again and begins moving in and out of me slowly. It’s not as frenzied, but rather like he believes us to have all the time in the world.
“Marissa.” He tucks his face into my neck. “I…fuck…” he starts, “I need you to come.” He pushes in harder and it hits that spot deep within that makes me squirm against him.
“Chris.” I let my head fall back and his lips trace the slope of my neck.
“You’re so fucking perfect. Squeeze my dick, honey,” he says and I can’t stop the gasp that leaves my lips. He usually calls me babe and hearing this new name makes my heart thump in my chest. Like we’d somehow unlocked something different in our relationship. “Yes, just like that. Just like fucking that.” His rhythm picks up and he begins to fuck me faster. “Can I come inside?”
“God.” I moan, my body already too far gone to realize that I probably shouldn’t let my boss come inside of me when I still have to work the rest of the day while wearing a thong. “Yes yes yes, please. Come inside me. Always fucking come inside me.” I lift my head and meet his icy blue eyes. His gaze is hard and intense and I suddenly feel very vulnerable. It makes me feel like my walls are lowering even more to let this man into my heart. I blink away, not wanting his eyes and his mouth and his dick to trick my heart into thinking I’m ready to be all in.
“Look at me.” I shake my head, keeping my eyes closed but he turns my chin gently. “Please.” I reluctantly open them and he’s looking at me with concern. He’s still hard inside of me and I wonder if he’ll be able to stay that way through whatever he’s about to say. “We’re in this together, you and me.” His voice is laced with such sincerity that I have to talk myself out of crying. “Don’t hide your feelings from me.”
“How can it be you and me when it’s you and someone else?” The words leave my lips without a second thought and I wish I hadn’t said that while he’s still inside of me.
“It’s only you and me here.” He grabs my hand and presses it to the space over his heart.
“Chris,” I say, doing my best to blink the tears away but failing fucking miserably as one slides down my cheek.
“Please don’t cry.” His thumb wipes it away and I blink the rest away to prevent any more from falling. He rubs his nose against mine and begins thrusting again. “I need a lot more of you and this later, but I need you to come now. I only bought us twenty minutes,” he says before pressing his lips to mine. He drops his fingers between us and begins rubbing them over my clit and it doesn’t take but a few strokes for my orgasm to start building fast.
“Shit, are you close?” I sputter out as my toes begin to curl despite the four-inch heels on my feet.
“Been close, since you called me Daddy.” He chuckles and the reminder that we’d unlocked that kink sends me over the edge.
“Oh my god, yes fuck, I’m coming,” I moan as I clamp down around him.
“Oh, there it fucking is. So pretty. So fucking pretty.” He grunts as I feel his dick expand inside of me. “Fuck fuck fuck, I love feeling you come on my dick.” He slows his thrusts as his orgasm wanes. “Only thing that comes close is feeling you come on my tongue.” I squeeze again in response and I hear a low chuckle as he slowly pulls out. “Hold on,” he tells me as he tucks himself into his briefs and pulls up his pants quickly before he unknots his tie and slides it off. He spreads my cunt with his fingers and he licks his lips like he wants a taste.
“No,” I tell him, pushing my hands against his shoulders.
“Just a taste.”
“Good joke,” I tell him, knowing the second he puts his mouth there, he won’t stop until I come again and we don’t have that kind of time.
He huffs. “Fine.” He slowly drags his tie up my slit, trying to wipe away as much of his orgasm as possible.
“Oh my god, Chris, your tie.” It was gorgeous, royal bluesilk with flecks of silver and it’s one I’ve seen him wear a few times so I assume it’s one of his favorites.
“I have a backup.” He continues cleaning me up with his tie. “Once I get it dry cleaned, I’ll think of your pussy every time I put it on.”
I cock my head to the side just before he slides my underwear back into place. “Are you ever not thinking about my pussy?”
“Rarely.” He helps me off my desk and helps me straighten my clothes.
“That was so hot,” I tell him as I fan my face, trying to cool my heated skin. He cups my face before pressing a kiss to my nose and then my lips.
“Yes, it was. So, I’ll see you tonight after you go out? Let me know when to pick you up?”