Chapter 11
Kaz
A few months later
“Please say you’ll meet up with me later,” Jonathan whispers in my ear as he presses up against me. My whole body ignites with him this close and I involuntarily lean into him causing him to groan. “You’re killing me, Kaz.”
I glance around wildly, making sure we can’t be seen. The curtain is purely for decoration and we are shoved into a corner behind it. Still, I can’t relax knowing any minute we could be caught.
“Jonathan, please,” I plead with him while he proceeds to kiss up my neck. “Someone is going to catch us. We can’t keep doing this.” I’m breathless and two point five seconds from hitching up my dress and letting him fuck me right here behind this curtain at our fucking company Christmas party. What the hell is wrong with me? Coming to my senses, I push against him, backing him up and peer around the corner. I see Riley come in with a man who looks completely wasted. I’m assuming it’s her husband. Gross. That woman has no idea how amazing she is. Any man would be falling to their knees for a chance to be here with her…sober.
“Fuck, Riley’s here,” I turn to walk around the curtain but Jonathan grabs my hand and jolts me towards him, conveniently placing it on his dick.
“Look how hard you make me, Pretty Girl.” He pushes his lips out into a pout and it causes his dimple to pop. I bite my lip while perusing his face and body. His hair is disheveled per usual sweeping across his forehead like he doesn't have a care in the world. The top two buttons of his suit are open and his tie is loose around his neck. He is so fucking sexy, it almost hurts to look at him. What’s worse is he knows it. He smirks at me as he rubs my palm over his cock nonchalantly. I snatch my hand back once I realize what he’s doing.
“Stop it. Fuck Jonathan, you are going to get us caught. I have to go.” I turn and whip out from behind the curtain and strut right up to Riley, her very pissed off looking husband and a smug Sebastian.
“Oh my God, Riley, you look beautiful! I knew that dress was going to look stunning on you!” I can feel the tension thick in the air so I turn towards Nate and place my hand on his shoulder hoping to calm the situation. “You must be Nate. It’s nice to meet you. You sure are a lucky man to have such a beautiful woman on your arm tonight!” He says nothing. Asshole. I grab Riley’s hand and start dragging her away while Nate follows. “I need you to come over here so I can introduce you to a few people.”
“Thank you,” Riley whispers when Nate looks back towards Sebastian.
“I got you,” I reply before we make our rounds around the room for introductions with other employees and acquaintances from Bolt Corp. I spend the next hour checking on employees and avoiding Jonathan. Everytime I look in his direction or get near him, I catch Jamison watching me like a hawk. He is way too observant for his own good. I’ve already had a few drinks and I’m definitely feeling tipsy. Tipsy enough to meet with Jonathan later…most likely.
I’m stuck in my thoughts zoning out on Jonathan when commotion from Riley’s side of the table catches my attention. Nate pukes all over Sasha, causing me to grimace. I don’t have time to fully comprehend the situation when I see Jamison’s tall form stand up. His deep blue eyes blaze as he stalks towards me. His suit is crisp, completely buttoned and perfectly pressed. Not an ounce of ink showing. His hair styled back like he just came off the set of a GQ photoshoot. I gulp and spin around, frantically searching for an escape. I don’t know why he looks so mad but I’m not sober enough to deal with him right now. I spot a server’s door and quickly scoot through it before turning into a low lit hall. ‘ These must be offices ,’ I think to myself as I try a few doors that are locked. Finally, a knob turns and I push myself into a room before silently closing it behind me. Definitely an office, but at least I can catch my breath for a minute while I’m in here. I don’t dare turn the lights on. Plus, there’s plenty of light shining through the open window that I can see perfectly fine, minus a few shadows, of course. I’ve just made my way to the desk when a voice speaks from behind me. I shriek and spin around quickly, my hand on my heart.
“Why are you running, Kitten?” Jamison asks as he stalks towards me.
I back up against the desk and the edge hits my thighs hard. I can’t feel it though. My heart is racing too fast and I’m freaking the fuck out inside. Jamison looks menacing.
“Do you not comprehend simple requests?”
I look at him confused. What the fuck is he talking about?
“Let me put it in more simple terms for you to understand. Stay. The fuck. Away. From my brother,” he says, enunciating each word. I know he just implied I am stupid and my blood boils as he hovers above me, glaring.
I point my finger in his face. “Don’t fucking talk to me like I’m an idiot, Jamison.”
He snatches my hand and squeezes it. “Aren’t you though? That’s why you lied about your credentials. Not even your pathetic hacking skills could hide that, could they?”
I’m too stunned to speak. This is the first time he’s voiced anything out loud. Everything up until now has just been an unspoken accusation.
“What is so captivating about you that my dearest brother cannot seem to stay away?” He places his hand against his chin and thumbs his bottom lip like he’s deep in thought. A smirk forms on his lip. “Maybe it is time for you to come clean,” he continues.
My eyes go wide.
“Or does the rest of Bolt Corporation already know? Maybe you get on your knees for all of them, hmm.”
“Fuck you,” I seethe out, finally finding some semblance of words.
“I could be persuaded…to keep my mouth shut a bit longer.”
My jaw drops. Is he fucking serious right now? Does he think I just blow everyone? I fucking earned my place here. I’ve done everything that has been asked of me and more.
“You have no issue fulfilling my brother’s needs. What exactly is your issue now, Kitten? What do you do to him? You have him wrapped around your little finger. Do you think you guys are going to run away together one day? Maybe get married? Have a family? I’m his family.” His last words come out a bit unhinged.
There it is. I see it now. The slight flash of jealousy in Jamison’s eyes. Is he jealous that I’m taking his brother from him? Would he really say something now after all these years? It doesn’t matter. I can’t take that chance.
“Okay,” I say.
“Okay?” He repeats like it’s a question. He didn’t think I would go through with this.
I drop to my knees in front of him. “Let me persuade you,” I say before reaching for his buckle. He doesn’t move a muscle, but I see the heat blaze in his eyes. I can tell he wants me. For revenge or pleasure, I’m not even sure. As I look up at him, I feel myself getting wet. He pushes a lock of hair out of my face gently. It’s so unlike him I’m almost confused for a second.
“Such a good little slut, aren’t you? On your knees just for me.”
‘ This is so wrong ,’ I think as I nod up at him and unbuckle his pants. Why am I enjoying this? His zipper comes down and I reach in releasing his very large and very thick cock. The light from the window glints off the metal piercing crossed through the tip. ‘ Oh fuck ,’ I think as I grip him and feel the set of piercings lining down the bottom of his entire shaft. To top it off, his dick is completely covered in an intricate tattoo design. I lean forward and lick the tip, tasting the drop of precum before wrapping my lips around his head and sucking. He groans and I swear the sound makes me whimper. Suddenly, he grips me by the hair and pulls me back off his cock.
“Tell me you are only on your knees for us.”
I look at him confused.
“Tell me, Kitten. Say you’re our little slut. Just for Jonathan and I.”
Fuck, why does that sound so hot? I shouldn’t be doing this. I certainly shouldn’t be enjoying this. I nod yes.
“Say it. Use your words.”
“Ye…yes. I’m only yours. Yours and Jonathan’s.”
He looks at me with such adoration I swear my knees would be weak if I wasn’t already on them.
“Good girl. Now prove it,” he says as he guides my mouth back onto his dick. And I want to. I want to prove it so bad right now. I slide my mouth all the way down, hollowing my cheeks and let it hit the back of my throat before pulling back and using my hand to twist around his shaft.
“Fuck, fuck," he groans as he pushes my head up and down, guiding my movements.
Jamison, unhinged and raw like this is incredible. I’m so wet, I’m practically dripping. I squirm as he uses my mouth like I’m his favorite toy.
“Touch yourself, Kitten. I want you to come on your fingers while I come down this pretty little throat.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I’m so worked up, I’m sure it won’t take long before I burst. I keep a firm grip on his cock with one hand while I slide two of my fingers down between my legs and rub my clit. I can’t help the moan that escapes my mouth.
“You like that? You like me fucking your little slut mouth while you touch your wet pussy?” Jamison groans out, while he proceeds to fuck my face. He grabs the bottom of my throat and my hair, completely taking control while he thrust in and out furiously. I ride my two fingers while rubbing my clit with my other hand all while he plunges in and out. Tears track down my face but I don’t even care in this moment. I can feel the coil in my belly beginning to unravel as his thrusts become erratic.
“You’re such a good little slut. Be a good girl and come with me," he grits out.
I’m not sure if it's his degradation, praise or the combination of both, but whatever it is, it sends me over the edge. I come with a cry around his cock, barely able to keep myself upright. He plunges one last time as I moan, shooting his cum straight down my throat. I swallow as he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. He squats down in front of me as I sit back on my heels, completely out of sorts. The look on his face is hard to decipher.
“You did well, Kitten." he says as he wipes his thumb across my bottom lip and proceeds to stand up.
I guess we are back to formal speaking. This man is an enigma.
“Jamison?” I ask as he grabs the handle of the door to leave.
He turns towards me but doesn’t say anything.
“How much longer? How much longer will you keep my secret?” I ask him.
He turns back towards the door before answering me. “A bit longer, Kitten. I’m not sure I’m done with you yet.” He leaves, the door shutting behind him, while I’m left on the floor wondering what the hell I have just gotten myself into.