Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
AMELIA
I was in the kitchen, sweat trickling down my skin as I needed the dough, only, my mind wasn’t one what I was doing.
All I could think about was the sinfully attractive male in the same building with me.
His chiseled jaw wouldn’t stop flashing in my mind, those piercing olive green eyes, and the way his firm, sensual lips moved when he spoke.
It made tingles shoot straight to my kitty.
I shouldn’t be having a reaction this visceral to someone I barely knew.
He was obviously older than me, and was also my dad’s employee, yet as my mind kept laying out all the reasons I shouldn’t want him, the more I found myself drawn to him.
I blamed it on the fact that I hadn't gotten laid. I could arrange to visit the club later this week. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t what I wanted.
I wanted him.
He seemed unbreakable, guarded even. I wanted to get under his skin. I wanted to know what would make him tick, what would make him break, what he’d sound like if I had his sausage and balls down my throat.
The oven sounded with a ding, snapping me out of my wild thoughts.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I quickly shrugged off my Apron, rinsing my hands off, then I strapped on my cloves to get out the fresh batch of custom sugar-cookies.
It was running late into the night, and the least I could do was feed him, keep him comfortable.
A storm rolled out in the air, thunder cracking violently.
I flinched, a little wary of the storm that was closing in.
It looked like it was going to be a long night.
My heart pounded harshly as I approached the make-shift office he occupied at the back of the bakery.
The air shifted into something heated and tense when I slipped into the office.
His eyes were reading the screen, a tight scowl drawing his face into a harsh, yet breathtaking canvas. His jaw kept twitching, not hiding the fact that he was on edge.
It was a little sad that a man as handsome as he was was so wounded, closed-off and brooding.
But my lips quirked into a smile when I noticed the empty plate of muffins next to him. He scarfed down everything.
Looks like Daddy IT is a sweet tooth.
"Brought more refreshments, daddy IT." I smirked, watching him glitch. His frown didn’t waver, instead, his jaw locked, and that made it obvious that the compliment got to him.
"Don’t do that."
"Do what?"
His eyes narrowed on me. "You know what I’m talking about."
"Are you always this uptight?" I maintained an innocent look.
"Are you always such a brat?"
There was something about being called a brat by him. It made my cheeks flush with heat, and my fleshy flower glitched, begging for attention.
My lips tilted, but I held onto the smile. "I’m just going to drop this over there." I cleared my throat, moving over to the desk.
My gaze caught his. He had stopped working on the system, watching my every move like a hawk. A daring edge flared within me and I found myself leaning over a little too flirtatiously to grab the empty plate.
My body was stretched forward, subjected to his heated, hungry gaze. It was teasing and unprofessional, but I wanted him to feel the same frustration I was feeling. All day, I had struggled with the smell of pastries and sexual tension.
My cleavage was in his face. My shorts rode a little higher with every movement I made, shoving my plumpy buns in his view.
I picked a cookie, took a bite and slowly rose to my height.
"Are you trying to flirt with me?" he asked brazenly.
I tapped the corner of my lips, patting off the crumbs that stuck there. "Am I?"
The scraping sound of the chair echoed through the tiny office as he pushed back his seat.
He closed in the distance between us, leaning over a little too hard that our noses brushed.
I shivered, biting down on my lips. The thunderstorm that cracked out in the sky imitated the way my heart pounded with every heated breath that hit my face.
I stumbled backwards but my bum dropped on the edge of the desk. His hands locked me in between him and the desk, grabbing the edges so hard that I almost felt the desk tense beneath my special muffins.
“You are playing a very dangerous game." He murmured.
My breath thinned. "I love games."
His finger grazed my chin, eliciting a shiver from me. "Careful what you wish for."
The lights flicker, breaking us apart for a bit.
I glanced around in confusion, but then, it went out sharply, leaving us in dark, where all I could feel was the heat radiating off his body, where all I could hear was my heart pounding so hard, and our quickened, uneven breathings coiled into the air.
"Stay here." His husky voice was thick with command. He eased out of the space, and I darted towards the computer and the WIFI.
"Shit." The wifi was down.
"I think the power outage is everywhere." His voice drifted into the dark like sin, causing goosebumps to sprout all over my skin. "It should be restored soon."
My throat thickened. "I–I’ll uh, go get the candles."
I stiffened, but he covered up the space between us in strides.
The opening from the single window in the office let out a reflection of the silvery glow of the moonlight.
When our bodies collided, his features were illuminated by it.
My eyes raked over the shadow of stubble that spread across his jawline, and the firmness of his lips.
"Careful, Sugarplum. Keep looking at me like that and I’ll crash your whole system." The words rolled out in sinful murmurs that made my breath hitch.
It took me off balance when his hand found my waist. He spun me around, pressing my back against his thick, hard eggplant.
I gasped with burning cheeks. I should have pulled back, but I didn’t.
I didn’t want to. His lips brushed my earlobe, quickening the pace of my breathing.
I was a breathless mess when his fingers found my throat.
"Tell me to stop, Amelia."
I panted. "No."
His hand wandered lower, cupping one of my perky melons. "You’ve got a nice set of melons, but I’m more interested in what’s in your oven."
I was a little embarrassed, and that made me clench my legs because I wasn’t okay with him finding me soaked and aching for him before he even touched me.
My lady humps tightened with ache, and I could feel my dusky peaks poking through the sheer fabric of my blouse.
My penis fly trap throbbed in excitement of knowing that it’d get ravished by actual male hands and not just a vibrator.
"Please, daddy."
He froze. "Fuck, say it again."
"Please, daddy." I bit my lip.
His fingers dip lower, undoing my buttons. I shivered in anticipation when he cupped me through my damp panties. "Someone’s got a leaking system." He teased me.
I arched and wiggled, hinting at where I wanted his fingers.
"You want my fingers on your mouse, don’t you?"
"Yes."
He pushed my thong aside, stroking my swollen clit. "Your scroll wheel looks swollen. Want me to glide my finger over it?"
"Yes, daddy IT."
I bucked against his frame as he pinched my clit, smacking my pussy so hard, I shuddered. His touch was rough, and unhinged, promising the darkest of excitements. He scissored my bean, thrusting a finger into me until my loud moans enveloped the dark room. My toes curled, pushing me on my tip toes.
"You are messing up my fingers, Sugarplum." He added one more finger, curling them inside me and driving me to the edge.
I tossed my head backwards, long, filthy moans eliciting my lips as his fingers moved in and out of me in torturous strokes. He sent me on the edge with each thrust and hit my sensitive spot harder than the last time. It was maddening, sweet beautiful torture wrapped up with a cute little bow.
"I’m going to crash, daddy."
"Crash for me, Sugarplum." He coaxed me, and my orgasm swept through me like a force.
My senses dulled for a moment as I tried to recover from the mind numbing release.
He held on to me protectively, his breath hitting my sensitive neck from all angles.
I could feel his throbbing sausage nestled between my ass, thick, hard and exciting.
My lips curved in a naughty smile as I wiggled against me.
"You want to see my pork sword rise? Do that again." He threatened in a low, sultry voice.
I slowly turned around, cupping his throbbing eggplant.
"Amelia," he gritted.
"Want me to defrag your hard drive, daddy?" I asked, my voice sultry.
He fisted my hair, his lips brushing against mine. "My hard drive is at 100%, are sure you can handle downloading all that data?"
"I’m down for anything."
His voice roughened at the edges. "Get on your knees."
I blushed, sinking to my feet before him.
"I’m going to corrupt your dirty little mouth and you are going to be a good girl and take it."
"Take out my Package." He ordered.
My pale fingers grazed his trousers, getting a feel of his thick, throbbing length. I unbuckled his belt and undid his fly, slowly pulling down his trousers to free his thick, veiny meat popsicle.
“Oh this package is so big.”
My melons were aching, sensitive even. They needed to be ravished.
My panty hamster dripped with so much frosting, I could feel it smearing my thighs.
He held me hostage with an intense stare. It turned me on and terrified me at the same time.
"Suck," his voice hardened.
My throat thickened as I wrapped my fingers around his eggplant moaning softly at how perfect it felt in my hands. I parted my lips like the good little girl I was taking Derek’s yogurt flinger down into my mouth.
"Fuck, that feels good, Sugarplum." He groaned.
I started off slow, licking and sucking on the tip, dragging my tongue against its hot skin. I bobbed my head up and down his purple-headed warrior, whimpering as my pink taco got wetter, in desperate need for attention. But I knew this wasn’t about me. It was about him. It was about pleasing him.
I glanced up, taking in how he looked like a god, how hard his jaw clenched and how he was trying so hard not to lose control.
It was fucking erotic.
When his eggplant hit the back of my throat, it triggered my gag reflex, making my eyes water. That was when he took control.
"I love seeing you like this, on your knees, fucking submissive and taking me in your mouth." He wrapped my hair tightly around his fists. "I have fantasized how good your mouth would look around my one-eyed willy."
Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin but I didn’t stop sucking him off.
Derek released a guttural groan when he pulled out of my mouth and thrust back in, slamming it to my throat straight up. A whimper left from my lips.
My scalp was burning because of how hard he gripped my hair, but I let him ruin my mouth. Each time he thrusted into me and made me drip, I wanted to reach for my pussy and soothe the ache in there but my hands were locked around his knees obediently.
My eyes stung with unshed tears, clouding my vision.
"This hole is perfect and meant for me." He hit the back of my throat again.
I was looking up at him like a doll, letting him take what he wanted.
"So beautiful, all mine," he murmured.
He swelled up inside me, his groans turning more animalistic as he fucked my mouth relentlessly. He shot his cream in my mouth, the warm liquid dripping down my chin.
"Swallow every drop." He released his Willy from my mouth, gathering the streaks of his frosting and pushing it back into my mouth.
I swallowed every drop of frosting as instructed, not looking away from him. Streaks of tears and frosting stained my face, and my hair was a wild mess atop my head.
The power came back on immediately, and just as the brightness made me squint, it dawned on me that I just deep-throated my father’s employee.