Chapter 31
Evan
By Monday afternoon, I’m already regretting the deal I made with the brat.
Anais struts around my office like she owns the place, wearing a skirt so short it should be illegal, and a smug, triumphant grin on her face that says she’s won.
A prize apparently. Though, I’m not quite sure what that prize is, because I made it clear from the beginning, that this isn’t some friends with benefits situation – because you’d actually have to be friends for it to be considered that. What we are is… I don’t know.
What I do know is this – it’s strictly benefits. No strings, no expectations and none of the usual bullshit that comes with having a girlfriend. Just amazing sex, with clear boundaries to keep things simple and confusion free.
In the deepest corner of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. But from the moment I pushed inside her pussy, I quickly realized I’d want her again. Repeatedly, until her body and cunt know who they belong to. Until I’ve left an imprint she can never erase.
I groan. The thought alone has me shifting in my seat, my cock twitching in my pants at the memory of her wrapped around me, strangling me with her tight pussy. Truthfully, I’ve never felt anything like it. Hot, tight, wet, willing…and so damn innocent. I grin.
And now her virginity belonged to me.
Stepping out of my office, I open my mouth, ready to give Anais a task, only to find her desk empty.
I frown, as my eyes scan the corridor and land on her, laughing with a man who clearly wants to lose his damn job.
My jaw tightens. Without a second thought, I stride toward them, fully prepared to give them a piece of my mind.
I’m not jealous. Not even a little bit. But for fucks’ sake, I’m not paying them to stand around and flirt on my time.
“This looks cozy,” I sneer, my voice filled sardonic amusement. Though it’s not funny at all. They both startle, their heads whipping toward me. “Didn’t realize I was paying you to flirt with my assistant, Elijah.”
Eli pales, straightening his posture in an attempt to make himself look bigger. It doesn’t work. He clears his throat. “Of course not, Mr. Maxwell. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He turns without another word, scurrying back down the hall to his office.
Exactly where the fucker belongs.
“You’re such an asshole,” Anais huffs.
I turn my glare on her, hissing out “You’re supposed to be at my beck and call, not flirting with my staff.”
She rolls her eyes, turning on her heel and throwing over her shoulder. “There’s no rule against using the bathroom, Evan. Or making polite conversation.”
I follow after her, groaning when her peachy ass sways with every step back to her desk. I lean in, close to her ear, murmuring, “My office. Now. You need to be punished for your insolence.”
She shivers at my words. My lips tug up into a smirk. No matter how much of an asshole I am, I still affect her.
Before she can argue, I take her by the elbow and guide her into my office, slamming the door shut behind me. Janice’s alarmed expression from her desk doesn’t matter right now. Nothing does, except this brat who seems to want to test my control.
I turn to face her. Her arms are crossed, chin lifted defiantly.
My eyes narrow. “You’re going to get us caught, if you keep acting like a caveman.
” She arches a brow. “Wouldn’t want HR coming down on you for violating the no fraternization policy.
” She uses finger quotes, mocking me. But instead of pissing me off it sends a jolt of heat straight to my dick.
“Maybe,” I smirk, “But you’re still here, so…
” her mouth parts, ready to spew a retort, but I cut her off.
“Desk. Now.” I tug her to my desk, moving things out of the way, making room for her so she doesn’t make a complete mess.
I throw her a pointed look. “On your hands and knees. Bad girls get punished, Brat.”
Her cheeks flush, eyes darken with lust. For a moment, I think she’s going to deny me, but instead she obeys, climbing up on the desk and glancing over her shoulder with a mock pout.
“What happens if I accidently,” she knocks the penholder over.
“Oopps, sorry,” she teases. I growl, gripping the hem of her skirt, pushing it up, exposing her silk thong and the perfect curve of her round ass.
Anais whimpers. “What’re you going to do to me? ”
“Punish you.” I say simply, stroking over the soft fabric. “Such a pretty little ass, Brat.” I murmur, transfixed at the sight. “Naughty girls get punished. And you are overdue. It’s about time someone disciplined you, don’t you think?” It’s a rhetorical question. I don’t need an answer.
“Evan,” Anais chokes out when I run a finger from her asshole down to her clit.
“Hmm, dirty girl. You’re so damn wet, look at the mess you’ve already made.
You’re leaking down your thighs.” I groan, pulling her panties down to the crook of her knees, my mouth watering at the sight of her on display for me.
My fingers slide through her wet cunt before I bring them to my mouth and suck them inside.
Her eyes widen as she watches me. I smirk.
“Fucking delicious,” I murmur, never taking my gaze from her.
Her mouth parts with her panting breaths and I want nothing more than to shove my dick down her throat.
But that will have to wait. Lowering my hand, I rub at her entrance, salivating at the gush of arousal dripping from her.
My cock aches, straining painfully against my zipper.
I circle her clit, savoring her soft gasps, then raise my hand and bring it down on her ass. Anais jolts, inhaling a sharp breath. It’s loud in the otherwise silence of my office. “Evan,” she screeches, glaring at me over her shoulder. “What the hell was that?”
I raise a sardonic brown, drawling. “Your punishment. Now grip the edge of my desk and stay still.” I slide my finger into her pussy. “Your cunt is soaked,” I muse, smirking. “You like it, Brat.”
“I do not,” she retorts, indignant.
I laugh. “Oh, you do. You enjoy everything I do to you. Now do as you’re told and be quiet. We wouldn’t want Janice bursting in to rescue you, only to find you spread out on my desk like a whore.”
Her eyes narrow, but instead of running her mouth, she turns her head, gripping the edges of my desk, accepting her punishment.
Her body trembles as I slide my finger into her soaked pussy.
Then another. I thrust, building a steady rhythm, with my fingers.
I tease her, edge her, spank her between strokes.
She starts to fall apart, squirming, panting, trembling, moaning…
I withdraw my fingers, laughing when she groans in protest.
Needing to ease the pressure in my cock, I slip off her heel, pressing her foot against the arousal straining my pants.
Anais moans as she gently grinds her foot against me.
I part her thighs wider. Her scent hits me like a drug.
She’s so wet, it drips down her thighs. I bury my tongue in her cunt, licking and tasting her like a man starved.
Christ, she tastes like the sweetest nectar ever to exist.
“Oh my god,” she moans, desperate, breathless as she grinds herself into me. I work my dick on her foot, but I know I won’t cum this way. I only ever cum while balls deep in any of the three holes, but it’s giving me relief.
Pushing three fingers into her saturated pussy, I pump them slowly as I stroke her ass with my other hand. She squirms, her breathing turning shallow as I play with her. I lift my hand… Smack. Smack. Smack.
Anais mumbles something incoherent. I grind against her, so fucking hard, and desperate to plunge inside her tight, wet cunt.
I groan when her desire leaks down my arm, soaking the cuff of my shirt, dripping onto my desk. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman this aroused. It’s an aphrodisiac, knowing that I’m the one getting the brat in this state. So caught up in her pleasure, not caring about the mess she’s making.
Fuck. My stomach tightens, I grind into her foot, smirking when she pushes hard against me. I suck at her clit, finger her pussy. The muffled, wet sounds echoing around the room are downright obscene.
When she starts to tighten around me, I spank her. “You don’t get to come until I say you can,” I hiss against her sensitive nub.
“Evan, please” she sobs, and in this moment, I wish I could see her face.
I keep pumping three fingers, stretching her pussy around me and I briefly wonder how much prep it would take to push my whole fist in her sweet cunt. My cock turns to steel.
“Not yet.” I spank her again, angry that she makes me feel so out of my damn mind.
Her body trembles. “Please,” she cries.
I show mercy.
“Come,” I demand.
She explodes, soaking my fingers, my desk, and my shirt sleeve, with her orgasm. Her cry is muffled, probably by her own hand, but the sound goes straight to my cock.
My balls tighten, my dick pulsing … and then it happens.
My eyes widen in incredulity. Mortification floods my veins.
Because I come. In my pants. Like a pre-pubescent teenage boy.
It’s never happened before. Not even when I was a teenage boy.
So, to say it’s disconcerting is the understatement of the century.
Anais has achieved the impossible. She made me lose my damn mind.
I was so caught up in her, I lost control of myself and came in my fucking boxer briefs like a one pump chump.
That huge red flag flashes in my mind.
Fuck me.
Boneless, Anais slumps to my desk, sated and panting. I quickly withdraw my fingers from her cunt, straightening. My mind is in overdrive after my little…incident. I don’t know what to do. It’s concerning. It’s–
She glances over her shoulder at me, her expression soft, easing my racing thoughts.
“Did you just come?” she asks sweetly, but the question only infuriates me more.
It’s not Anais’s fault I came in my pants from eating her pussy and spanking her ass. But I still blame her.
I scoff, mortified. “Just from eating your cunt? No.”
I reach down, rearranging my flaccid cock, now soaking in my fucking cum filled designer briefs.
Anais smiles, pushing up and flipping around so her ass is now on my desk. From the look on her face, she doesn’t believe me. “I think you did, boss.” She teases, her gaze dropping to my crotch. “I felt it.”
My eyes narrow. “Absolutely not. It would take more than a little pressure from your foot to get me off.” I lie, stepping between her thighs and distracting her.
Her breath catches. Gripping her panties I pull them all the way off and slip them into my jacket pocket.
Her lips part as she watches me. I smirk, burying my face in the crook of her neck. “Uh uh, I’m keeping them.”
“You can’t keep them,” she protests. “I can’t walk around without underwear for the rest of the day.”
I pull back, grinning. “I can. And I will.” My voice is low. “I want you uncomfortable, walking around bare under that little skirt, dripping with the reminder of me every step you take.” I drawl gutturally.
Jesus Christ.
The thought alone makes my cock stand to attention. Maybe it’s not such a good idea.
“You can’t just keep my panties.” She whispers, her wide eyes incredulous.
Smiling, I help her down from my desk. “I thought we already established; I can. Now get back to work before Janice starts getting suspicious.”
Anais hesitates, swallowing. “What if I smell of sex?” she asks. “I should clean up. You have an ensuite.” She points to my bathroom as if I don’t know it’s there.
I shrug. “I’m sure you’ve got perfume in that purse of yours. Use that. Like I said, I want you to feel where I’ve been. Next time Elijah wants to flirt with you, maybe he’ll smell my scent. Maybe that will keep him away.”
She laughs. “You’re jealous.”
“No,” I say, stepping into her. “Just territorial over what’s mine. And you belong to me right now, Anais. That was the deal remember?”
“Oh, I remember, alright.” She grumbles, bending to put her pumps back on. Slowly, she begins to rise, pausing at my crotch. Her eyes snap to mine. I glance down to see what has caught her attention. My jaw tightens when I see the noticeable wet patch on my light grey pants.
Fuck.
“Oh my god.” She laughs. “You did cum.” She bites down on her bottom lip, fluttering those long lashes up at me.
I grit my teeth, glaring down at her as I bark. “Get back to work.”
“Oh, it’d be my pleasure.” She grins, sashaying toward the door. She pulls it open, stopping on the threshold and throwing me one last smug glance, before her eyes drop to my dick. My eyes narrow, and I growl. She laughs, stepping out of my office and slamming the door behind her.
Groaning, I run a frustrated hand down my face. I head to my ensuite, stripping out of my soiled clothes and stepping under the hot spray.
Pressing my palms against the tiles, I sigh.
For the first time ever, I’m grateful for private showers and a closet full of spare suits.