Chapter 16
Jamison
Two months later
“Where is Sebastian?” Andre’s voice comes over the video chat in our meeting room.
Xavier laughs beside me before replying. “He took the day off.”
I catch a glimpse of Andre rolling his eyes. “Must be nice to go gallivanting around town with your fiance’ when there’s business to attend to.”
“Don’t you have like ten fianc é s, bro?” My twin, Jonathan jokes beside me.
Andre breathes out a sigh from over the line and ignores him before continuing on about a few new hires and paperwork needing to be looked over. Jonathan jumps in a little too eagerly.
“I can go over all of that with Kaz.”
“Not so fast,” Xavier says. “We have that case you were supposed to be helping me with. I need to go over a few more documents with you. This one is important and it aligns with one of Sebastian’s other cases.” He pauses for a minute before turning to me. “Any chance you can look over it with Kaz?”
Jonathan looks thoroughly annoyed which gives me a small sense of satisfaction. He spends far too much time with her anyway. It’s quite obvious he is purposely separating his time between us and I don’t like it. I lick my lips and look around like I’m pondering in my head while Xavier watches me from the side. A small smirk tilts just the edge of my mouth as I stare directly into my twin’s eyes. His bright blue eyes shine even brighter in anger, but he says nothing. He already knows I am going to accept. He always knows, even when he doesn’t want to.
“I’m sure I can spare a bit of time in my schedule today,” I respond.
Xavier and Andre both blow out breaths of relief. I can see Andre stand up at his desk on his screen. “Well, if I’m not needed for anything else, I’m going to sign off. Let me know when our CEO decides to grace us with his presence.
“Will do,” Xavier laughs, also standing up. He looks at Jonathan, clearly sensing something amiss in the air. “You okay, man?”
“I’m fricking fantastic," he replies sarcastically before getting up and walking out.
“Umm, okay then. Guess I'll get with him later. I’m out.”
I nod my head without replying out loud. I’m already focused on the message I’m sending to Kaz.
I’m coming down to your office to go over that paperwork.
Her reply comes in quickly.
What? No. Xavier is going to.
My eyes narrow at her text. Who does she think she is? It is quite clear I’ve become a bit too lax with her recently.
Xavier is busy.
This time her response takes a few minutes longer. Almost like she’s nervous and unsure what to do with my short reply. Good. She should be nervous.
I’ll come to your office. Heading up now.
‘ Even better, ’ I think as I stroll to my office and settle in my chair. Not more than five minutes pass before Kaz storms into my office, slamming the door shut behind her. She huffs out as she slams a few files down on my desk and puts one hand on her hip, glaring at me. My face remains neutral as I peruse her body. She’s wearing plain black close-toed heels and a black pin skirt that rests just above her knee. There’s a slit on one side that barely rises a few inches up. Her blouse is a deep blue color that cuts down just enough to show a hint of cleavage. It’s so fucking classy and sexy all at once, it’s a wonder my dick doesn’t rip a hole in my pants right here. I see her swallow nervously as I stare at her.
“Clearly, you are getting far too comfortable with me and are beginning to forget a few key points.”
She narrows her eyes at me before speaking. “What the fuck are you talking about, Jamison?”
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms, raising my brows. She stops herself from speaking again, thinking better of whatever she was going to say.
“I think you need a reminder,” I say as I rub my jaw with one hand. “On your knees.”
“You can’t be fucking serious," she seethes out. “No. This is ridiculous. You can’t force me to suck you off every single time I piss you off. I should report you.”
I look at her impassively. “That’s fine. Would you like me to call our CEO now for you? You could let him know you’re reporting me for sexual harassment. You could also let him know about your resume? Maybe tell him there are a few things on there that aren’t supposed to be? I’ll be sure to send him a video or two as well. Maybe one with you already on your knees for me, moaning like a slut while you ride your own fingers. I’m sure he will need it for evidence when you open your case against me…right?”
Her eyes are wide while I speak. Once I finish she leans over and grips the edge of my desk, giving me the most delectable view down her shirt. “There’s something wrong with you.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know, Kitten,” I reply as I brace both hands on the armrests of my chair and look down. She doesn’t move.
“On. Your. Knees. Make your choice.”
“As if I even have one," she huffs out before walking around my desk and dropping to the floor.
I lean over, gripping her around her neck, and get in her face. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this. Your pussy is probably gushing already at the thought of me choking you with my cock.” Her eyes remain narrow and she doesn’t respond so I pull my chair forward a bit more forcing her to sit further under my desk.
“What are you doing?” She asks, trying to push the chair back further.
“Clearly this is going to take a while and I have some files to go over, don’t I?” I say as I grab one of the files and open it, shielding her from my view. My zipper is suddenly yanked down hard and I feel her aggressively pull my dick from my pants. Fuck, she doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me right now. She doesn’t waste time with pleasantries. There’s no warming me up with small licks or kisses. No, she is on a mission as she wraps her lips completely over my dick and sucks her mouth down on it as far as it can go.
“Fuck,” I grit out as my upper body strains back against the chair and my palm slams down on my desk. She doesn’t relent as she twists both of her palms around my base and continues to pump her mouth up and down. I grit my teeth and slam the file down, grabbing her by the back of her hair and wrenching her mouth off of me.
“Easy, Kitten. I’m trying to commit this to memory right now and I can’t do that if I blow my load down your pretty throat in the first minute like a virgin schoolboy.”
She looks at me devilishly, like that was her plan all along. Bad Kitten.
“Show me you know how to listen like a good girl,” I say as I guide my dick back into her mouth. She sucks the head and swirls her tongue around making me groan out. “Fuck, thats good.”
“Hey, Jamison, I need you to look at this real quick,” Xavier says as he strolls into my office.
Kaz shrinks back further under the desk at the same time I push my chair completely forward. She attempts to pull her mouth from me but I grab the back of her neck and grip her tightly to keep her in place. Both of her palms come down on my thighs, roughly squeezing.
“Sure Xavier, what can I help you with?”
He hands me a paper that I hold with one hand while I continue to use my other hand to guide Kaz's head leisurely up and down my dick. I’m fucking savoring the way her warm, wet mouth encases me so perfectly. I also know there’s no way in hell she is coming out from under this desk right now and taking the chance of getting caught. Xavier is completely unaware of the situation as he hovers over the front of my desk, pointing out a few things while he explains. From out of nowhere, Kaz's mouth tightens on my dick and she sucks me in deep. I attempt to pull her head back but she has apparently decided she isn’t going to listen like I thought she would. She pumps up and down furiously making me grip her hair hard. She’s got both hands wrapped around me again as she twists and sucks me so far down, I can feel myself hit the back of her throat. I can’t think straight while she’s sucking me off like I’m the last popsicle on a hot, desert island. Suddenly, my thighs tense up and the familiar tingle of an orgasm rips down my spine with absolutely zero warning. Kaz holds my cock in the back of her throat and swallows at the same time. I brace my other hand on my desk and drop the paperwork before gritting out another “fuck.”
Xavier stops talking and looks at me quizzically. “Everything okay?”
“Umm yeah,” I let go of Kaz under the table and run both palms down my face. “I’m good.”
“You sure man? You look a little pale.”
“I’m…” My thought is interrupted by the feel of Kaz sucking my half hard dick back into her mouth again. I groan a little out loud, internally cringing at what it must sound like. It seems Xavier really does think I’m unwell.
“Maybe you should go home. We can discuss this tomorrow. I don’t want to get sick ya know?” He grabs the paperwork from my desk and towards the door quickly opening it. “I’ll umm lock the door so no one else comes in here. We can’t have anyone else catch something from you either. We’re too busy right now for an office plague.” He locks the door exiting quickly. As soon as the door slams closed, I push my chair back quickly and unfasten my tie.
“You think that was funny, Kitten?” I ask when Kaz smirks.
“That’s what you get for forcing your dick down my throat in the first place, Jamison," she replies as she pushes herself up from her knees to her feet. She attempts to smooth her skirt down but I’m too quick. Before she knows it, I have her pushed up against my desk, her skirt pulled up and over her hips. I grab her by the throat roughly.
“You were a very bad girl.” My hand trails up her thigh before coming into contact with cool metal. My hand grips the handle of a small dagger before pulling it free from its sheath and holding it between us. Kaz’s whole body stiffens and I smile wickedly. With one quick motion, I slice the band on her panties and they fall to her feet, one side still hanging on her ankle. Both of her hands grip my wrist but she doesn’t make a play to remove my hand from her throat.
“I’m going to show you what happens when you don’t listen,” I whisper as I trail her dagger down her cheek, neck and then to her cleavage. She squeezes my wrist tighter and I feel her knees buckle a little. Interesting. In a flash, I have her spun around and bent completely over my desk with my hand in her hair and my whole body pressed against her. My dick is once again at full mast. She pushes her ass back against me involuntarily.
“That’s right, Kitten. You can pretend you don’t want this all you want,” I say, as I run my dick up and down her soaking slit and press the head just barely inside her. She wriggles around and a small moan escapes her lips. I lean down further and bite the shell of her ear. “You can pretend, but we both know you're a slut for Jonathan and I.” She freezes at my last words, but I don’t give her a chance to react as I slam my dick inside her, sheathing myself fully. Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this.
“Oh fuck," she moans, as I pump in and out of her.
“Not too loud or someone will hear you,” I chuckle and shove my tie inside her mouth. She bites down on it, moaning into the fabric.
“You’re so fucking wet. Is this because Xavier was in here too? Did you like him being in here while you sucked my dick?”
She shakes her head no.
“Don’t lie to me you little slut. You’re practically gushing. Should I call him back in here? Maybe you want us both?”
She continues to shake her head no while I run my thumb down her ass crack and rub against her puckered hole. I press the tip in just a little and watch as it clenches around me while my dick slides in and out of her pussy.
“I bet you'd like it if Jonathan joined us though, wouldn’t you?”
She freezes causing me to chuckle as I press my thumb further into her ass.
“I wonder if you could take us both? In your pretty little pussy and your tight little ass.”
She moans, my tie muffling the sounds, as I pump my dick and thumb in and out of her in tandem. “Do you want to come, Kitten?”
She nods her head yes as she pushes her ass back, fucking herself on my dick and thumb.
“Only good girls get to come. Are you a good girl? Are you going to behave now?”
I pull her head back so I can see her face and watch as her eyes flutter open. They are glassy as fuck and she looks absolutely beautiful like this. Completely blissed out.
“Admit you'd like it if Jonathan and I both took you together.”
She doesn’t say anything.
“Admit it and I’ll let you come,” I growl out as I pull her head up further.
Tears stream down her face as she shakes her head and moans what I’m fairly certain is a yes into the fabric.
“Good girl,” I say, letting go of her hair. She falls forward, gripping the top of the desk edge with both hands. I use one hand to rub her clit quickly while pumping my thumb and dick inside her. She throws her head back, moaning, and I feel her pussy clench tightly. It pulsates around my cock, sending me over the edge. I come so hard, I nearly black out and bite down on Kaz’s shoulder to stifle the sound of my moan. She doesn’t move as I pull out and step back enough to watch my cum as it slowly drips out of her pussy and down her thighs. I run my fingers down her slit in awe of how fucking perfect it looks but my view is cut off quickly when she spins around and pulls her skirt down.
“You didn’t use a condom.”
“You’re on birth control,” I state matter of factly.
“How the hell do you know?” she asks me, angrily.
I tuck myself back into my pants and sit down in my chair looking up at her. “I know everything you do, Kaz. Everything. Now go clean yourself up.” I wave my hand, dismissing her.
“You are a fucking asshole," she seethes as she throws my wet tie in my face, grabs her dagger, and shoves it back into its sheath. She then proceeds to grab a tissue and wipe under her eyes and around her mouth before dropping it on my desk. She looks directly at me while straightening her skirt and making it a point to not wipe my cum from her thighs before whipping around and strolling right out of my office with her head held high. I groan and bite my fist as I imagine it dripping from her the rest of the day. A reminder of who she belongs to.