Office Heat
OFFICE HEAT
When the obedient assistant goes into heat at the office, his boss loses control.
Mr. Toral was in a bad mood.
He could scare us all shitless even when he was happy. While crabby like today, he was positively terrifying.
“Are you out of your mind, Nicolas?” He full-named me. Uh-oh . “How am I supposed to get from Harrison Heights to the business district in twenty-five minutes and eat lunch simultaneously?”
“I apologize, sir, for the tight schedule tomorrow. You were adamant that the meeting with Mr. Riley needed to happen before Thursday, and this was the only time Mr. Riley was available.”
“Shuffle around the rest of my day, then. That’s what I pay you for.”
“You explicitly forbid me from rescheduling the board meeting so as not to upset Mr. Jameson and Mr. Card before the decision on the Green Village project.”
There comes the vein on the forehead. In three seconds, there’ll be growling. Three, two, one… “Stop repeating back to me what I said and solve it.”
What did he want me to do? Invent a time machine during coffee break? I swallowed my frustration and continued in an unchanged tone of voice. He was like a wild predator—you couldn’t show your fear, or he’d eat you alive.
“I have already booked a driver, and you will have your lunch waiting for you in the back of the limousine at twelve fifteen. Twelve pieces of uramaki, miso soup in a lidded cup, and a thermos of green tea. Even with the heightened traffic around sixty-ninth street, you’ll be back at the headquarters with a minimum of five minutes to spare.”
He glowered at me in silence for a few heartbeats. It was the best possible solution, and he knew it.
With a huff, he plonked onto his chair and opened his laptop. Yay! Nicolas White 1. Charles Toral 0. Despite my victory, I didn’t smile—I didn’t want the vein on his forehead to pop.
“Did you send me the notes from Friday afternoon?” he mumbled.
“Yes, sir. I have highlighted the main points for you in the document.”
He scanned the screen as he tapped on the trackpad.
“How much time do we have to review Riley’s proposal?”
“One hour and fifteen minutes.”
“Have you read it?”
“Yes, sir.”
He glared at me over the edge of his screen. “When? They sent it late last night. It’s Monday morning. How could you have possibly read it already?”
“I perused it during my commute this morning, sir.”
Shaking his head, he gave me a grunt. “You’re unbelievable.”
My lips twitched involuntarily. It was as close to a compliment as I would get. “Thank you, sir.”
Another grunt.
“Page three, second paragraph,” he barked.
It had been a mere twenty minutes, and I was struggling to focus. That never happened to me. Even with my stupid crush on my cantankerous but hot-as-hell alpha boss, I could always tune out distracting thoughts and finish my tasks on time.
Not today.
Maybe he just smelled better than usual. I’d always liked his scent, but today, it was having a physical effect. My stomach felt light and fluttery, and my hole had gotten a little damp.
I had used an electric pump this morning to get rid of the excess milk I was still producing. My son had stopped chest-feeding weeks ago, but my pecs hadn’t gotten the memo yet. They were swollen again, the pressure in them increasing with my every heartbeat, and my nipples were hard, chafing against my shirt. Had I overdone it with the pumping? It had felt unusually pleasant, even a little arousing. But I should do it less often. I hoped I wouldn’t start leaking milk now.
I squirmed on the chair.
“Are you listening, Nico?”
“Yes, sir.”
I finished typing the sentence and crossed my legs. I felt weird.
Mr. Toral stood up and walked around the desk to refill his glass of water. He set another glass in front of me.
“You’re slower than usual.”
I took the glass and gulped. “I apologize, sir. Thank you for the water.”
“Do you need a break?”
“No, sir. We can continue.”
I could feel his gaze on me. As he loomed close, his scent got more powerful. I took a deep breath, and a shiver ran through me. My cock tingled, and slick gathered in my hole. I couldn’t even look at him.
“Are you sure? You seem unwell.”
“I’m perfectly well, sir.”
I need to get this done so I can get away from you and calm the hell down.
“Find the risk analysis.”
Luckily, I knew the document by heart. “Page thirty-three, sir.”
“Read it for me.”
He paced as I read. He disliked reading, and I suspected he might have some form of dyslexia. When he could, he used text-to-speech apps and dictation. He claimed he could think better if I read things out loud for him. So I did.
After a few sentences, I got breathless. Cold sweat covered my neck, and warmth pooled in my stomach. Was Igoing to be sick? I stammered in the middle of a paragraph, and Mr. Toral paused his pacing.
He turned to me with his arms crossed over his chest.
“You areunwell,” he stated.
I lifted my gaze to meet his scowl, and my heart thudded faster. Why did he have to be so damned sexy?
The warmth in my belly seemed to be pulsating, but it wasn’t unpleasant. I wasn’t nauseous or anything. I just felt overheated and…weird.
“I’m not sure what’s wrong with me,” I said truthfully.
His concerned frown did dangerous things to me, like igniting hope and even more acute want. Oh, how I wanted him to care about me! He stepped closer and leaned in to scrutinize my face. His hot breath washed over me. He smelled of mint and sandalwood.
God, I was hard. Why was I getting hard? And wet. So damned wet. I’d have a slick stain on my pants.
Yes, I was desperately attracted to my boss, but I’d never had such an uncontrollable, physical reaction to his closeness.
“Your pupils are dilated,” he said, holding my gaze.
Then he placed his palm on my neck, and I whimpered.
Holy hell.
“Your pulse is…”
We stared at each other, panting. His eyes went wide and darkened.
I couldn’t look away.
His hand closed around my throat, his thumb on my pulse. Oh Lord, he was touching me.
My hole gaped, slick seeping into my underwear. My nipples tingled with the telltale feeling of a milk letdown. I let out a whimper when my pecs burst with sensation. The pressure in them lessened, and the relief aroused me even more. The liquid trickled out by itself. How was this possible? It began seeping through my shirt. I could feel a weak but steady stream of it leaving my nipples.
Mr. Toral dropped his gaze to my chest. He licked his lips, then looked up again, eyes lingering on my mouth.
“Are you in heat, Nicolas?” He whispered the question.
When his words registered in my brain, I gasped.
That wasn’t possible. I wasn’t supposed to go into heat for months.
I began shaking my head, but then I froze. He was staring at me, his hand around my throat.
Heat.
My lower body was throbbing, my cock and balls ached, my ass was leaking, and I was producing so much milk my clothes would be soaked with it.
I was going into a sudden heat at work, in my boss’s office.
“I didn’t know. I…”
Mr. Toral squeezed his eyes shut and inhaled through his nose. “Fuck.”
The curse made me shudder.
“I’ll leave. I’m going now.” My broken whisper was barely audible.
“And where would you possibly go like this, huh?”
I’d never seen him this furious. His grip on my throat tightened.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll leave. Please.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he ground out. “Can he pick you up?”
“No, sir.”
“I’ll call a heat teacher. Several providers have an emergency service here in the city.” Except he wasn’t moving away. He was only leaning closer.
I didn’t know what to say. My entire being yearned for him, and my brain scrambled. I wanted him , not a stranger.
I’d always wanted him. In my state of mindless desire, I couldn’t imagine not having him.
This would be a complete and total disaster. My career was over.
But I wasn’t thinking. Not really.
My insides felt excruciatingly empty, and the most desirable man in the world was touching me, holding me by my throat as if he owned me.
“Don’t call,” I whispered.
He slid his hand lower, placing it over my breastbone. His fierce eyes seemed to be drilling holes into my skull. I’d managed to hide my attraction to him for years. But at that moment, he must have seen it clearly. His nostrils flared, his jaw clenched…
…and he pushed me into the chair before turning away.
My tears welled up.
Of course he didn’t want me. I was his assistant, a minion. I wasn’t a glamorous model or an up-and-coming actor like the omegas he’d dated before.
He would call an emergency heat service and hand me over to a professional.
Except he didn’t retrieve his phone. It sat on his desk, the sound probably off since we’d been working on the damned report.
Mr. Toral walked to the door and locked it. Leaning on it, he met my gaze.
“You’ve been driving me crazy.”
Did he mean what I hoped he did?
“Do you want…” I couldn’t even finish the question. I was shaking with desire. My cock tented my slacks, and a large wet spot was forming under my ass.
“I want to fuck you hard and knot you over my desk. That’s what I want.” With that, he pushed off the door and stalked toward me. “Your shirt is soaked. Are you lactating?” He looked as if he wanted to eat me alive.
“Yes, sir,” I piped up. Would he find it awkward?
But he gazed at me with hunger. “Clothes off. Now!”
On autopilot, I unbuttoned my shirt. I should have been panicking or at least considering the few choices I still had before the heat completely incapacitated me. I should have been taking into account my future and the future of my son. I wasn’t.
I needed to get my fucking clothes off so I could spread my ass for my boss and get fucked.
He removed his suit jacket and pulled his belt out of the loops.
I managed to undo the top button on my slacks when a cramp seized my underbelly. I groaned and bent over.
Mr. Toral muttered a curse. “You’re in pain already.”
He grabbed me under my armpits and hauled me up. He spun me around while tearing my shirt off. Then I felt the sleek surface of his desk under my palms. Grabbing my slacks and the waistband of my briefs, he paused.
“I need to hear your clear consent, Nicolas.”
Another cramp. I cried out.
“Knot me, please,” I managed. “I want you.”
“Want me, huh?” He dragged my pants down my legs, then I heard his zipper. “You have no idea what want is!”
There was a moment when everything stopped. I held my breath, and he must have stilled too. Before I could get scared he’d leave me hanging, his warm hand rested on my ass.
A tender caress, a squeeze, then a firm grip. He pulled my ass cheek to the side.
And I felt him. Hot and thick. So incredibly thick. My ass yielded to the pressure, and he glided into me without any resistance at all. The fullness made sparks go off in my brain. My stretched hole tingled, and my balls tightened.
He slid out slowly, then with a grunt, he thrust forward. Hard.
My cry bounced off the walls.
He was huge. Massive. Bigger than anything I’d ever felt before. He took over my entire body.
I plonked onto the desk, my fingers sliding on the hard surface. I sent some pens rolling and landed with my face on top of a folder.
Smack, smack, smack.
The wet, filthy, pornographic noises… Was that us?
He set a punishing rhythm, in and out, to the root. His balls brushed mine. Holding me firmly by my waist, he drove into me like he wanted to gut me with his dick.
It was brutal but didn’t hurt at all. In fact, after only a few thrusts, I came.
My ass clenched, tendrils of delight spiraled outward from my gland, and I keened with pleasure. I was vaguely aware of the puddle of milk gathering on the desk under me. It smelled sweeter, more potent than ever.
In the middle of my orgasm, Mr. Toral lifted my upper body, changing the angle, and it set me off again. His cockhead was hitting the mouth to my womb, the sensation electrifying.
I was so fucking full. After the excruciating emptiness, it felt like paradise.
“That’s what you get for driving me nuts. For years, Nico. I’ve wanted to do this for years.”
He wanted what?
I couldn’t think. He slowed down but pushed deeper, so deep I was impaled through and through. There was so much of him inside me I’d burst. His cock seemed to be pressing on my organs.
Then he grabbed my pecs and squeezed.
“Fuck, Nico. Those gorgeous tits are full of milk.”
He squeezed again, circling his hips. I panted, basking in pleasure so intense it made me helpless.
Then he made a beastly sound right into my ear.
“You need those tits sucked, don’t you?” he rasped and bit my earlobe.
I moaned at the idea. I wanted that. But I needed him in me too…
Suddenly, he pulled out. My “Oh please!” sounded desperate.
He flipped me and sat me on the desk, lifting my feet up. My empty hole clenched on nothing, and I whined and grappled at his open shirt to pull him back to me.
His lips wrapped around my nipple. With a growl, he sucked hard just as he pushed several fingers into my hole.
It wasn’t deep enough. I needed it deeper. But the suction on my nipple confused me. It felt so damned good.
A spray of milk left my nipple, distinct and exhilarating. His tongue massaged the underside of my pec. With loud gulps, he fed from me as he pumped his long fingers into my loose, squelching hole. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. I was torn between needing his cock back inside me and craving his mouth on my nipples.
He sucked from the other one, making the milk flow more. When he let go, it streamed down my chest in rivulets. He swooped down my cock, sucking hard, his cheeks hollowing. Next, he sucked my left nipple again. He literally feasted on me, alternating between sucking my pecs and my cock.
I writhed, equally frustrated and so damned happy. His mouth on my chest was a revelation. For the first time ever, I experienced nursing as something wildly sexual, and I couldn’t get enough. The gulping sounds he made, the tingling pleasure in my pecs, the powerful pull on my flesh, how he could take so much of my pec into his mouth… I felt each suck in my womb, which seemed to throb with its own heartbeat. It began warming up, like a ball of energy deep inside me, and then it burned. When Mr. Toral took my cock into his throat and swallowed around it, I shrieked. The ache in my core was becoming unbearable.
“Fuck me, please!”
He slurped up my length and loomed above me, his gaze on my nipples. I glanced down as well. They were red and enlarged, unnaturally drawn out. The milk dripped from them—it must have been the heat wave that was making me lactate so much.
Mr. Toral pushed with his hand and curled his fingers inside me, rubbing my gland hard.
“Please…” I bit out between clenched teeth. I was shaking.
“Look at you. Big loose ass, that pink cock, and gorgeous tits. A fucking siren.”
I zeroed in on his cock where it stuck out from underneath his shirt. It was glistening with wetness, big, and so beautiful.
“Sir… please…”
He took his fingers out, and my eyes filled with tears.
I was so empty. I made a noise of pure despair.
“Come here.”
Then he was back. He grabbed me by my hips and hauled me to the edge of the desk, and the next second, I was full of cock again.
I sagged with relief, my arms around his neck.
He fucked me deep, and the ecstatic feeling in my core grew, every thrust driving me higher and higher. His cockhead was hitting the best spot.
“Thank you, sir. Thank you…”
He laughed, then growled. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks. The next thrust made me come. I sobbed into the crook of his neck.
His cockhead hit the mouth of my womb, and the pleasure it caused was devastating.
Harder. Harder. Harder .
I was drowning in sensations, helpless with ecstasy. Wails I couldn’t control tore from my throat.
A sudden sting of pain made me gasp.
I’d felt that once before. A long time ago. It wasn’t possible! It was only my first heat wave. I couldn’t be open already…
Another vicious thrust.
The pain burst from my core, making me cry out.
“Fuck yes!” Mr. Toral roared. “Fucking hell to the yeah!”
Before I could panic, pure bliss wiped out any discomfort. He pushed through the channel to my womb.
I arched in his arms, my body angling itself so I could take him even deeper. Instinct drove me as I flattened my hands on the desk behind me and pushed against him just as he thrust hard into me, pulling me onto his cock with his hands on my hips.
“I’ll fucking knock you up!”
He’d pierced the mouth to my womb, and there was no going back. My body craved this. Any rational thoughts were wiped from my mind, and I basked in the amazing climax.
He’s breeding me.
I felt it. His cum.
The most delightful, most delicious feeling engulfed my middle.
Mr. Toral’s cock swelled at the base, locking me to him. His cockhead sat firmly lodged in the entrance to my open womb, and his cum poured into it, causing the most euphoric orgasm of my life.
Pulse after pulse, he filled me, animalistic groans pouring out of his throat among a barrage of curses and filth.
“Ripe for my cum,” he rasped. “You need it deep and thorough, huh? Yes, you do. So eager to get your womb bred. I’ll give you more.”
Unseeing, I sank onto the desk, first onto my elbows, then flat on my back. He thrust with his knot, his cockhead stirring my womb, and the climax rose again. I moaned, my eyes rolling into my head.
He stroked my stomach with a hot palm.
“Such a pretty little belly. But we’ll make it big. Fuck, Nico. Your womb’s milking my dick. Fuck!”
With gentle thrusts, he fed my climax. His cock jerked again. And again.
He bent over me, his hot breath tickling my cheek.
“I hope you’re not on contraceptives.”
Lord almighty. He’d get me pregnant.
“I’m not,” I breathed.
He growled like a beast. Smearing my milk over my torso with his palms, he rutted against my ass anew.
“I’ll breed you with every heat wave. I’ll inseminate you so good you’ll give birth to triplets. You’re never getting rid of me, understand? This is it. This is my hole to fuck, my womb to breed, and my tits to suck. Get it?”
With the ecstatic havoc in my head, his words seemed to bypass my logic. They went straight to my lizard brain.
“Yes,” was my reply. Immediate and final.
“I’ve knocked you up, and now you’re mine.”
“Yes.”
“Thoroughly bred. Fucking pregnant, Nico. With me. You. Are. Mine.”
“Yes!” I shouted.
His knot pulsated anew, and another load of cum caused my womb to spasm. My orgasm rose higher, making me arch on the desk.
Then I passed out.
I woke up to a sweet pleasure in my chest. He was sucking my milk, his mouth open wide, engulfing half of my pec. With his hand on my stomach, he was rubbing circles over my full, sated womb. I cupped the back of his head. My ass was loose but not sore, and I was tired but strangely happy. Content.
With a hum, he swallowed and moved to my other nipple.
I watched as his eyelashes fluttered and his cheeks hollowed. He sucked thoroughly, emptying my chest. Then he kissed my elongated nipples.
Bracing himself above me, he roamed my face.
“How do you feel?”
After all the dirty talk and claiming announcements, he suddenly looked insecure.
“Good,” I said. It was true. Even though a few realizations would probably smack me on the head very soon, at that moment, I felt good.
Happy, even.
He kissed me.
It was our first kiss. Strange.
I already had his cum up my womb, but now, we kissed.
“I meant it, Nico. I’m not giving you up.”
I tried to clear my head, but it was difficult. My hormones were telling me I should be drifting on cloud nine and not analyzing. There were things we would have to talk about—important things. Like the fact that…
“I think you got me pregnant, sir.”
Mr. Toral frowned.
“I think you should call me Charles.”