Chapter 18 #2
The hot secretary with the tight little body I hired last week bobs her head up and down underneath my desk, my thick cock hitting the back of her throat with every thrust. She gags around my length but I don’t relent.
Gripping the strands of her blonde hair that remind me of my wife’s, I yank at the roots to push her face further down into my pelvis.
Her small nose presses against my sweaty skin, the tip of my cock touching her tonsils.
Pure pleasure fires through me, and I throw my head back against my leather chair, legs spread wide under the desk.
“Fuuuck.” I groan. “Play with my balls, sweetheart.” The good little whore does as she’s told, cupping my tense balls in her palms. Why can’t all fucking women do as they’re told like this? I probably wouldn’t have to lay hands on my wife if she would just behave for me.
I release my grip on the hot secretary and run both my hands down my face, groaning in my palms. The sloppy noises coming from her mouth drive me wild, the wetness of her mouth makes it easy for my cock to slip in and out of her face hole.
I sit back up again and slide my hands into her hair, pushing her face down until she struggles to breathe.
Her legs start to kick out from beneath her, her small hands pushing against my thighs for a reprieve against my choking but I hold on for a moment longer before hot ropes of cum fire down the back of her throat, the release sending shock waves down my spine, sending me into a state of euphoria that I almost forget about the chick choking on my dick.
Lifting her up, I pull her face off of me, her skin splotched with pink, the black eyeliner spilling down her face mixing with a slimy concoction of cum and saliva coats her lips and chin.
She gulps, taking in sharp rapid breaths whilst I tuck myself back into my trousers, the gold wedding band on my left hand catching the light from the office ceiling lights.
Stretching my aching legs, I push my chair backwards to make room for suck job secretary to clamber out from underneath the desk.
She rises up onto shaky legs, brushing a hand over her matted hair, attempting to pull herself together.
She tries to take a seat on my lap but I instantly put my hands up to stop her.
“This isn’t that kind of relationship, love.
You did your job, now get back to the job I’m paying you for.
” I say, shutting her down with my words.
Her eyes widen in shock at my comment, but I brush it off.
What does she expect? I’m a married man.
Scooting the chair towards the desk again, she spins in a huff before striding over to the office door and yanking it open, letting it slam behind her.
“Fucking women.” I grumble to myself, raking a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots before releasing it.
My hands land on the desk to shove piles of paperwork that’s strewn across it until I find what I’m looking for.
Gripping the small, clear bag in my hand, I rub the plastic between my finger and thumb before dumping what’s left of the contents out onto the desk.
Desperately, I scrape together three lines with a random credit card, all equal in length, then fish out a hundred dollar bill from my trouser pocket, rolling it in my fingers, creating a tube shape.
Pressing the bill to my nose I snort up the first line of coke, then the second, and lastly the third.
The buzz raced through my bloodstream like a live wire.
My skin burns and pulses under my shirt.
I can feel myself spinning outside of my body.
All sensations heighten with every inhale, the forbidden white powder mixing my cells.
My blood is loud in my head, a throbbing sound perforating my ear drums. I slump back into my seat letting the euphoric feeling wash over me.
The sound of my office door opening, without a knock, brings me back down to earth.
“Boss?” Nico’s voice breaks the silence. “Clean up is done at the warehouse. We also might have a tip on where the shipment is, I’ll send some of the lower ranks to check it out first to see if it’s legit.”
All the anger I felt before comes rushing back to me.
The thought that someone could crawl around in my fucking territory and hijack my shipment has me slamming my fist into the desk, the wood splintering under the force.
Pure fucking rage makes me rise from the seat, every movement feels much slower than it is but I know I’m speeding, my body unable to slow down like an impending car crash.
Nico remains standing at the door, gauging my every move as I walk around the desk, running my index finger across the top, tracing the edges.
The silence is deadly in this room, the tension thick as I plan my next moves, figure out who is fucking me over.
My eyes scan the room, zoning in on the metal baseball bat I keep next to the window.
I’m not sure when I make the decision, but I stride over to it, already feeling an electric pull towards the object.
Wrapping my hand around the smooth handle, the cold metal a refreshing sensation against my boiling skin.
Picking up the weighted bat in my hand, I drag it against the floor towards my rather expensive desk.
“Boss? Are you feeling alright?” Nico says, his voice wary.
I shake my head and chuckle to myself. My grip on reality begins to slip away from me.
No. No. No. I’m so fucked right now. Or am I?
“Why does everyone need to ask if I’m alright?
Do I not look alright?” I reply, sarcasm dripping through my tone.
“I’m more than al-fucking-right. I feel fucking fantastic, Nico.
” A sinister edge to my deep voice, one that even I don’t recognise.
I lift the bat again, gripping both my hands around the handle and swing. The metal bar comes into contact with the wooden desk, the entire contents that laid on top now flies into the air and across the room, the splitting noise of the wood bouncing off the walls.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
I don’t stop, I can’t. Hit after hit after hit, blow after blow, the desk takes all my rage and anger.
I see red. Complete and utter red. My violent blows batter the once pristine desk, into shards of splintered wood.
I can feel my chest heaving from the exertion.
Launching the bat across the room, the heavy iron bounces off the floor before it rolls into the far wall.
Bracing my hands on my hips I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in.
Who knew you could turn an office into a rage room?
Both my hands leave my hips and grapple with my hair, brushing through the strands to force it away from my face before I grab my suit jacket from the back of the chair and slip it on, fastening the single button at the front.
Stepping over the wreckage of the room, I make my way over to Nico who’s remained in the same place this entire time.
Placing a firm hand on his suited shoulder.
“Get someone to clean this up will you, pal.” I tap his shoulder with my fingers.
“I’ve got a wife to see too. Call me with any updates.
” I say, then slide past his huge frame to leave the office.