Chapter 11 Conrad
Conrad
Phoenix is right. I need something I can control.
Everything that’s happened in the last few days has left me reeling. Even after negotiating incredible contracts and cutting what seems like millions in waste, we’ve only managed to save a hard-won seven percent—which just nudges us a tiny bit closer to that impossible fifteen.
That isn’t what makes me feel out of control, though—or at least, it’s not the only thing.
It’s the other threat—the one that could take us all down, and hurt her too. Knowing someone is watching us, waiting to make their demands, making us wait just for shits and giggles. It puts me at their mercy, and I don’t like that.
Maybe I need someone at mine.
No. Not someone. Her. I need Phoenix to be under my control.
“You think you can help me?” I ask, pressing my fingers into her throat just a fraction more. “You think you can be my good little secretary and do as you’re told—follow every command I give you?”
Phoenix’s expression flickers, an infinitesimal tightening around her eyes that I might have missed if I wasn’t so attuned to her. She doesn’t like something about what I’m asking her.
Or maybe she doesn’t like that her body is reacting to my demands.
I run a finger around her jawline, tipping her chin up so her beautifully defiant eyes meet mine.
“You’ve done an excellent job so far of following the contract stipulations, Phoenix. You’ve worn the uniform, you’ve done everything we’ve asked of you. Are you going to continue to earn that check…or are we going to have to look for another…minder?”
Her eyes flame with anger before they flick rapidly down in feigned submission. “I’ll continue to do everything that’s required of me,” she says stiffly.
“Good girl,” I say.
And you’ll end up begging for it.
I don’t say the thought aloud. No need to state the obvious…she’ll be dripping for me soon enough if she isn’t already.
There are so many things I can do with her—so many ways I can make her bend to me. “Where am I going to start?”
Giggles drift from the hall, a reminder we’re in a public space. It’s rarely used, but open to anyone who needs it. That gives me an idea.
“I have a very important job for you.” I smile down at her, and her blue eyes meet mine warily. “This shit has me really stressed, and I have to make another call in a few moments that will only add to my load. Do you think you can be a good girl and help relieve some of that tension?”
She blinks. “Of course. How can I help? Do you need me to organize the contracts or make copies or refill your coffee again?”
“Oh, no, princess. I need you on your knees for me while I’m on this call.” I run my hands through her coppery hair. “Can you do that for me?”
The giggling in the hallway gets louder as the girls get closer. Phoenix’s horrified gaze flicks between the glass walls that will show us soon enough and the wicked smile I know I’m wearing.
“You want me to suck you off—right here? Where anyone could walk in and see?”
That’s right, princess. I know I’m pushing her. Waiting to see how far she’ll go. The moment she’ll concede this game of chicken I’ve cornered her into playing.
“And I need you to be quiet enough that no one will know. Not the person on the call, or anyone who may walk by”
“But there isn’t a tablecloth or any type of protection. If they look down or catch a glimpse under the table, they’ll see me.”
I lean in, breathing her in. Vanilla and heat and mine. “That’s the fun part. If you do a good job and no one catches you, I’ll reward you.”
“How?”
“That depends on how good you are,” I say with a wink, just to watch that pretty pink bloom across her cheeks. “Get on your knees, Phoenix. If you do a good enough job, I’ll give you whatever your little heart desires.”
Her eyes go wide—my dirty princess is just as turned on by the idea as I am. She gives a quick nod.
I take my seat and unzip, freeing my already hard cock, and watch Phoenix run her tongue along her top lip.
The voices get louder.
“You’d better hurry, princess.”
She glances at the door, then scurries under the table. I spread my thighs for her and slide the chair in.
It’s a tight fit, but she’ll have just enough room.
Just as her tongue runs a slow stripe from base to tip, two women in bikini tops and short denim shorts wander past the door, then pause and backtrack. “Hold up,” one says. “I need something in here.”
They enter the business center, still talking as though they don’t already know I’m here.
“Oh my God, do you know how many hot guys we’ll find at that festival? I can’t wait,” a bubbly blonde with a flat stomach and ridiculous ass says.
“I can,” a brunette with huge tits and red lipstick purrs, eyeing me like I’m the treat she craves. “Looks like we may not even have to leave the resort to find sexy men.”
“Ladies,” I say politely as I refocus on my laptop—and the hot little tongue teasing my balls.
“Oh, well, hello there,” the blonde answers, taking me in, and I can’t help but smile at this new little opportunity.
I have no interest in either woman. Absolutely none.
My cock is hard and throbbing for the woman currently playing with it. Not the scantily clad women trying to get my attention.
But making Phoenix jealous—seeing if she’ll still be my good girl—that’s tempting.
Either way, it reminds her of her place…
or maybe I’m the one who needs the reminder.
Because the earnest expression on her face when she offered to help has the power to send me into a spiral.
And that shit needs to be cut out like a cancer.
I grab my phone and text Mav.
Con
So, I have a situation I could use your help with.
Mav
Dear God, now what? The ’rents decide twenty percent is better? Or did a new body pop up? Oh, I know…Zeus decided to take a piss on your laptop, and all the contracts you’re working on are gone.
Con
None of that shit. I have Phoenix on her knees under the table sucking me off like a good little secretary, but I promised her a reward if she’s good, and a punishment if she’s bad.
Mav
What do you need me for?
Con
I need that bullet I bought for her—the remote-control one.
Mav
Is that the punishment or the reward?
Con
It depends. There are two thirsty women in here trying to take my attention away from the princess on her knees, and how she reacts is going to determine which it will be.
Mav
Oh damn. On my way.
My grip loosens, and the phone slips. It slaps the carpet, skitters under the table toward Phoenix’s knees. I jerk but don’t reach for it—the room’s not empty, and my zipper’s down. I keep my face neutral, hands on the armrests.
Under the table, something shifts. I feel rather than see one of Phoenix’s small hands leave my dick and find the phone.
Beneath the table, I can just barely see the glow of the screen still lit.
Inwardly I curse, but my smile stays. I want to put my hand in her hair and pull her hair in warning—keep your eyes where they belong, princess—but I don’t.
For a heartbeat, her mouth is still on my cock. Then her tongue resumes its sucking, stroking motion, and I relax. Maybe she didn’t see my message summoning Mav?
Maybe there was nothing to see. I’m feeling guilty all of a sudden for no reason.
“Are you working? But it’s summer,” the blonde pouts.
“You know what they say, right?” the brunette adds, hopping up to sit on the table and leaning forward just enough to show more of her cleavage. “About all work and no play.”
“I play just as hard as I work,” I flirt back—right as Phoenix’s hot mouth seals over the head of my cock, and it takes everything I have not to moan.
Fuck, how did she get so good at this?
Her teeth graze me—one quick, deliberate scrape that feels like a warning. Then she swallows me deeper, perfect obedience restored.
That’s right…I taught her. And Mav. And fucking Atticus and Storm. We did this. We turned her into the goddess about to wreck me in front of these two random women.
“When are you off the clock? You should let us help you have fun. We can show you a really good time,” the blonde says, sliding a hand from her friend’s shoulder down to her chest.
They giggle.
Phoenix’s hands slide over my thighs, her nails digging through my pants like I need the reminder she’s there.
My little princess is jealous. Just the thought makes my cock jump in her mouth.
“And what would we do to have fun?” I ask, sinking one hand under the table to lace my fingers in Phoenix’s hair and urge her to take more.
“Well, we’re going to this festival tomorrow, but we’re free tonight. Maybe we can help you deal with all the stress that comes from working so hard,” the brunette says, leaning back into the blonde’s arms until the blonde’s hand slips under her bikini top to expose a little more.
Before I had Phoenix back in my bed, I’d have taken them up on their offer. Hell, I would’ve bent the blonde over the table and had her face buried in the brunette’s pussy while I fucked her.
Now? Neither would compare to the feisty little princess whose nails are biting into my thighs as she pushes me deeper down her throat.
“Tempting as that is, ladies, I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate it.” I’m rewarded for the refusal: Phoenix takes her nails out of my thigh and massages my balls with one hand, the other wrapped tight around the base while her lips and tongue worship the head of my cock.
I lock my jaw, careful not to let anything show.
My girl is getting rewarded once they leave. I’m going to spread her out on this table and feast on her before I fuck her like I own her.
“Well…that doesn’t bother us. Who says she ever has to know?” the blonde says, tugging the brunette’s bikini aside to play with a dusty-pink nipple.
Did I ever find this obvious desperation attractive? Or was it just about getting my dick wet?
Hell, I know the truth.