29. Addison

29

ADDISON

I had a dirty secret.

One so shameful that every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but cringe.

I, Addison Mercer, someone who hated Warren King with an unbridled passion… actually liked working for the man.

After seeing what went down with Nick at SecureLink, I started to pay more attention to the type of work Warren was doing with the other companies.

I still handled his emails.

He even moved a little side desk into his office so we could work together during the day.

It was weird, being so close to him after our crazed fucking. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and he met every one of my requests with eagerness. There were no more games between us.

“Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good,” I moaned as I sunk down onto Warren’s cock. He was sitting in his office chair, his hands on my ass, keeping me steady.

Warren was a man who liked to take control, but he was also a man who liked to watch me squirm. He watched with a straight face as I fucked myself on his cock. The only evidence of how much he liked it was how hard he was inside me.

I was determined to make myself come.

I got off no less than three times before he usually did, and Warren seemed to be trying to set a record of how many times he could make me come in each session.

“Am I doing good, Daddy?”

That got to him. He let out a shaky breath, his thumb coming to brush against my clit as I bounced on him.

I gripped his shoulders, using them to steady myself as I switched from bouncing to grinding. A movement that made my sixth orgasm rears its head.

“I didn’t say you could come yet, babygirl,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver up my spine. “I know you want to milk my cock, but it’s going to be on my terms.”

I let out a whine and slowed my pace, biding my time.

I was getting addicted to him. To the way his body felt. To the perfect way his cock fit inside me. To the soft but powerful way he caressed me when we were spent and tangled in each other.

He fucked me in a hard, controlling way that made it so easy to submit to him and forget everything else, but afterwards, when we were coming down from our high, he treated me like no man had before.

Kind. Warren had a kindness that was hard to believe.

“Beg for me,” he commanded in a low whisper. “You know how much I like to hear it.”

I did. It was the little bit of control I had over him. It required giving part of myself to him, but it was so worth it to just see how easily he came undone by my words.

But today, I felt a little spicy.

“Say please, Daddy,” I teased with a smirk and jerked my hips against him. My hands trailed across his shoulders and up his neck until they tangled in his hair. I leaned forward, my lips millimeters away from his.

He was still letting me take the lead when it came to kissing. He tilted his head up and opened his lips ever so slightly. Waiting so obediently. But I stayed there, not willing to move any closer than I had.

“You’re bratting again. I have a feeling you don’t even care about your contract.”

He had used the threat of the contract to scare me once, but it was obvious that he wasn’t going to follow through on it.

“You love it.”

He let out a chuckle.

“You have me all figured out, don’t you, babygirl?”

Slowly, I started grinding against him again, letting out a deep moan as my clit rubbed against his pelvis.

“You’re not all that hard to read,” I whispered and placed a kiss on the side of his mouth. “Especially when I can feel exactly how much you like it.”

I circled my hips, pulling a groan from him.

“You’re gonna be the end of me, Addi.”

He whispered my name like it was a curse. I quite liked how it felt.

“Say it, Daddy. And I’ll reward you.”

He let out another groan, looking up at me with such heat in his eyes it made my stomach flutter.

“ Please , babygirl. Please let me hear you beg Daddy for your orgasm. For my cum. Please let me hear you beg for me to fill you up until I’m dripping down your legs. Until you’re so full of me you can’t bear to think of anyone else.”

Fuck. Not just one but three pleases just for me.

I felt like I was seeing a Warren no one else had the privilege to.

“Let me come,” I gasped, unable to hold myself back. “Please, Daddy. Make me come. Fill me up again and again until you can’t anymore. I need it. Please. Please?—”

His hands were on my hips in seconds, and he started thrusting up into me. I held onto his shoulders, steadying myself as he fucked me hard and rough.

I slammed my lips to his, savoring the way he invited me in completely.

Warren’s kiss was bruising. All-consuming. It made me forget who I was. Why I even came here to begin with.

But it was only a matter of time. Reality would set in soon, and I would either be forced to uncover the truth or the contract would end, forcing me back to the real world.

Alone.

I pushed those thoughts away, enjoying the way Warren made me feel. How he made me forget.

He pulled my last orgasm from me like he deserved it. Like my pleasure was his and only his.

Because it is.

I pushed that thought away too as I came. And only as I was coming down from my high did he let go, filling me to the brim.

It was a dirty, forbidden union, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.

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