Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
ROSETTE
Oh, is it a chore to keep my mouth shut, to hold anything in that isn’t a small whimper or a hoarse moan. Mr. Roth feels so absolutely blissful that I just want my scream to fill up this whole office. He picks up his pace, pressing himself in deeper with each thrust, but it’s still not enough.
I didn’t just learn to take the diameter, but also the length of the dilator. I had a feeling that if Mr. Roth was big, then he would probably be long, too. That was harder to learn to take, but I managed to fit almost all of it in by the end of the day yesterday.
In real life, Mr. Roth feels so, so much better—smooth and soft, and yet hard in the best of ways.
The way he digs his fingers into my ass with every thrust, even though he emits no noise at all, I can tell that he’s keeping a tight hold on himself.
He wants to fuck me ragged but is exercising patience.
He doesn’t need to.
“More,” I whisper, pushing my hips back at the same time that he shoves himself in. He’s wider here, and my body struggles to take it. But he manages, and then I’m so fucking full that I bite my lip and cover my mouth both so the sound of my cry can’t escape.
Now, Mr. Roth is panting as he reels back and then plunges in, sinking even more of that impossible beast inside me. I feel his balls against my clit, and he must be almost fully sheathed.
“Yes!” I try not to say it too loud, but I want him to know how good he feels.
“Is that where you like it?” Mr. Roth leans down over me, settling one hand on the desk next to my head as he sinks into me again. “Right there, Ms. Kristoff?”
Saying my name that way, my business name while he’s buried up to the hilt inside me, nearly makes me snap.
“Right there,” I answer, and with a grunt, Mr. Roth speeds up even more, slamming into me at the exact same angle, giving me everything I need with each pump of his powerful hips.
He’s fucking me harder now, the desk itself moving with every thrust as he braces against it.
I’ll be shocked if the receptionist doesn’t hear the wood feet dragging on the floor as he shunts forward again.
“Damn,” he mutters under his breath, gripping me tighter in his hand as he shoves in deep, then yanks it back.
Though he’s moving in a punishing, brutal rhythm, he’s also careful and intentional, too—making sure to find my spot with every thrust and attacking it relentlessly.
This is exactly how I like it, rough and carnal and pushing all my buttons at once.
“What a bad girl,” Mr. Roth growls into my ear as he spreads my legs even farther apart, nearly tearing my underwear at my ankles. “Fucking her boss in the middle of the workday.”
I moan into my hand. I am bad, and damn, it feels good. It’s everything I’ve wanted since I started working here.
“I didn’t know my assistant liked it rough.” He chuckles as if he isn’t in the middle of fucking me. “But I should have expected it. Showing me your tits, bending over to give me a good look at your ass.”
I press my lips into my palm, trying not to make a sound, but he’s taking me with such dastardly precision, stimulating everything that begs to be stimulated, that I’m very close to breaking apart.
“You like me looking at you, don’t you?” Mr. Roth’s hand snakes down between us, and he slows for just a moment as his finger finds my clit. “You like making me hard for you?”
Oh, god. He’s going to touch me at the same time.
“Now you get to find out where that takes you, Ms. Kristoff. What a slut like you deserves.”
He fucks me harder, his finger rubbing back and forth over my clit, and there’s no way I’m going to survive this. Not a chance, not while he calls me such filthy things.
“Mr. Roth,” I whine, keeping my voice as quiet as I possibly can while he’s filling me so full I might pop. “I’m going to come. I’m—I’m—”
He snarls like an animal, rubbing me harshly as he plunders me. “Good. Let go.”
So, on command, I do. I bite my palm as it roars through me, an explosive tidal wave of pure pleasure, whirling me around like Dorothy caught in a tornado. I mutter expletives as it consumes me, tightening every muscle, clamping down hard around Mr. Roth’s delicious cock.
“Squeeze me, Ms. Kristoff, like the hungry woman you are,” he says as he slams into me again, shoving his way through all my clenching muscles. “And I’m going to give you everything.”
That’s when I sense him swelling, thickening, pushing me even wider for him all while I clamp down.
I moan helplessly as he fully sinks in, spreading my edges as far as they’ll go, and he lets out a low groan as he erupts inside me.
There’s so much of it that immediately, I feel it spilling out, wet droplets sliding down my bare thighs.
Both of us are breathing hard, and my heart is beating a frantic staccato inside my chest. Mr. Roth releases his grip on me and, more gently than I thought he was capable of, he pulls his cock free. Even more of his cum gushes down, probably getting all over my underwear.
I think that’s going to be it, that Mr. Roth is done with me, when he leans over me and presses his nose into my hair. He breathes in deep as his hand skims over my ass softly.
When he pulls back, I glance over my shoulder to see him tucking his spent cock back into his boxers, then he zips up his fly and buttons his slacks.
I’m shivering all over and much less graceful as I try to stand up.
When I turn around, Mr. Roth has a wad of tissue in his hand.
He passes it to me, and I do my best to clean up while he returns to his seat at the desk.
I inspect my ruined underwear. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to put them back on. So I do, and my ruined tights, too.
“Mm.” Mr. Roth inhales deeply. “You’re going to smell like my cum all day.”
My face and neck turn hot, red hot, thinking about how much I must stink of sex right now. I need to go clean off.
“Don’t even think about it.” My head snaps up when he says it. “You can go to the bathroom, but you must come right back without cleaning it up.”
I do very much need to pee, so I nod quickly and dart from the office. In the bathroom, I try to pay attention to his instructions, not wiping up the cum dripping down my thigh even though I desperately want to.
When I head back to his office, I take a peek at the receptionist’s face, but she’s simply working and ignoring me. Thank god.
All the curtains have been raised again, and Mr. Roth sits at his desk, typing. He doesn’t look up when I enter, so I sit and start going through my notes while we wait for the meeting.
With the CEO. Right after that.
He pauses, sniffs the air, and gives me an approving nod.
VINCENT
My sweet little assistant smells like me. That’s my cum all over her, painting her thighs, her delectable cunt. Other humans won’t be able to pick up the scent, but if any other orc comes within even fifty yards of her, they’ll know.
She’s mine.
That probably won’t happen, being as this is the finance sector and orcs still mostly keep to our old clan homes in the mountains, but you never know. Perhaps it’s foolish, but I can’t seem to stop the part of me that’s desperate to claim her, to mark her.
After our meeting with the CEO, we head out to visit two potential sites.
At our second site, though, an ogre pauses and sniffs the air.
I glare daggers, putting my body between him and Ms. Kristoff, and his brows rise high on his forehead.
Then he nods and walks off, without any words passing between us.
A shiver crawls up my spine, but I can’t tell if it’s apprehension or excitement. Maybe both. Afterward, Ms. Kristoff gives me an odd look, like she’s trying to suss out what just happened.
But she doesn’t need any funny ideas in her head about what this means, what we are. I’m her boss. She’s my employee. That will not change until I get this out of my system and I can finally move on.
At last, we’re on our way back to the city, heading to Ms. Kristoff’s apartment to drop her off. I roll up the tinted privacy window between us and George, and her big eyes get even bigger.
“We have fifteen minutes,” I tell her as I unbutton my slacks, then slide down the zipper. I’ve been on the edge of an erection ever since we fucked in my office, and now that we’re alone, it’s ready to be inside her again, to show her pleasure again, to make her come all over me.
“Oh.” She blinks down at my cock, and then a smirk turns up her lip.
“You’ve been a bad girl today,” I growl. “Walking around all covered in my cum.”
She nods. “Drenched in it, Mr. Roth.”
Her saying my name sends a ripple of anticipation into my balls. I nod to her hips, and understanding what I desire, Ms. Kristoff peels down her underwear and hose—which I notice have a rip up the inside of the thigh. Very good.
She takes them all the way off her feet, then navigates her way over the car seat and into my lap.
There we are. My cock is wedged neatly between her thighs, the shaft skating along her pussy, already wet for me.
To make sure she’s ready, I reach down between us and rub her clit, making her gasp and shake.
Her arms weave around my neck, and I’m surprised to find her face so close to mine.
I turn my head so we are not tempted to kiss, redirecting my attention to the way her marvelous breasts press at the confines of her blouse.
I can’t kiss her. That’s not what this is. This is a physical relief, nothing else.
When it seems like Ms. Kristoff is good and ready for me, I lift her up by the ass with one hand, taking on her weight as I fist my cock and guide it in.
My assistant gasps as I slide inside her in one smooth motion, as stretched and warmed up as she was by our escapade earlier today.
I find my seat deep down, settling into the warm confines of her cunt.