Chapter 6
SIX
Virelle
Then Lucan emerges from his office.
He's wearing his jacket, but his shirt is unbuttoned enough to reveal a glimpse of his tanned chest. The sight makes my pussy immediately water. He looks so mature, so rugged—the kind of man who has enough experience to make me feel safe, to know exactly what he's doing when he touches me.
The lust in his eyes is unmistakable as he approaches my desk.
He tries to maintain a professional tone, but his words are anything but. "Ms. Ashcombe, I need you to come to my office for that pounding I promised you earlier."
Heat rushes through my body.
"Our business here won't be over until your pussy is drenched in my cum," he continues, his voice low enough that only I can hear.
My blood heats instantly, rushing straight to my pussy. My cheeks burn as I look up at him.
"Yes, Mr. Wrenford."
"Good girl." His smile makes my belly clench with desire. "You know your place, don't you?"
I nod, unable to form words.
He turns and walks back toward his office, and I follow him on trembling legs. When we're inside, he closes the door behind us and I immediately become aware of the glass wall that overlooks the city.
"People might see us," I say nervously.
"I want them to." He moves behind me, his hands settling on my shoulders. "I want people to know that I'm fucking my young, fertile intern. I want there to be no doubt about who you belong to."
His possessive, dominant tone fulfills something deep inside me—a psychological need to be reassured that I'm wanted, that I'm his.
His hand runs down my back, finding the zipper of my dress. He pulls it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet office.
"Take off your clothes," he commands. "Then change into the dress I bought you."
I reach up with shaking hands and begin to slide the dress off my shoulders. It falls to pool at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
"Just like that," he murmurs, watching me intently. "Good girl."
I reach behind me to unhook my bra. When it falls away, revealing my breasts, I hear his sharp intake of breath.
"Beautiful," he says. "Keep going."
My fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, but I hesitate.
"Hurry up," he says, his voice taking on a harder edge. "I need to see that pussy. No dilly-dallying."
I slide them down my legs and step out of them, now completely naked in his office.
He steps closer, pressing his lips to my ear. His stubble brushes against my sensitive skin, making me shiver.
"Would you like to wear the dress I bought you now?" he asks softly. "Or would you like me to put it on you once I've fucked your naked body on my desk and filled you with cum?"
A tremor runs through me. "I want you to put it on me."
"Good answer."
He kisses me then, his hands immediately moving to cup my breasts. But instead of squeezing them roughly, he strokes the underside with his thumbs, finding a spot that makes me moan involuntarily.
He pulls back slightly, biting my lower lip. "Sensitive there?"
I nod frantically.
His hands move to the sides of my breasts, caressing with deliberate slowness. Electric heat pools in my belly, and my toes curl against the floor.
Then he slaps my breast.
The sudden sharp sensation makes my nipples harden instantly, and I gasp.
"Pretty little slut," he says darkly. "Naked and eager for your boss. I can't wait to spread your ass and fuck your tight, unprotected pussy when you're bent over my desk."
His words make fresh wetness flood between my legs. As if he knows, his hand immediately moves there, stroking my slit with two fingers.
"So wet already," he says with satisfaction. "Such a responsive little thing."
He drops to his knees then, kissing my breasts, then moving lower to my stomach. His stubble bristles against my skin, adding a delicious rough sensation that makes my core heat even more.
His mouth moves lower still, and I feel his breath against my mound. But instead of tasting me there, he stands back up and turns me around, pressing my back against his chest while his hands roam over my body.
One hand returns to my breasts, kneading and pinching, while the other slides between my legs from behind. He strokes my clit in slow circles while his fingers explore my wetness.
"You're dripping," he murmurs against my neck. "Your body knows what's coming, doesn't it? Knows I'm going to breed you right here in my office."
I whimper, my hips moving against his hand.
He adds more pressure, his fingers working my clit faster now while his other hand continues to torment my sensitive breasts. I feel his erection pressing against my ass, hard and insistent.
When pussy juices start flowing down my thigh, he finally steps back.
"It's time to give you what you need," he says. "Walk to my desk and bend over. Show me your needy pussy."
I obey on trembling legs, feeling tingles spreading through every nerve. There are goosebumps on my skin as I walk to his massive oak desk. This is something I've fantasized about so many times—being bent over his desk while he takes me—and it feels surreal to experience it in reality.
I bend forward, resting my hands on the cool surface of the desk, arching my back to present myself to him.
"Perfect," he says behind me.
I hear the sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper. Then his hand is on me, stroking my wet slit with firm touches.
"Such a pretty pussy," he says. "So wet and ready for me. Look how your little hole is clenching, begging to be filled."
He smacks my ass suddenly, making me jump and cry out.
"And this ass," he continues, smacking it again. "So round and soft. I'm going to enjoy watching it jiggle while I pound into you."
Then I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.
The tension in my belly intensifies immediately, heat pouring down into my legs. My fingers grip the edge of the desk.
He grabs my hips with both hands and drives his cock into me brutally, filling me in one hard thrust.
I cry out at the sudden fullness, the delicious stretch.
"Fuck," he groans. "So tight. Your pussy grips my cock perfectly."
He doesn't give me time to adjust. He starts fucking me immediately—rough, hard strokes that make the desk shake beneath us.
"This is what you needed, isn't it?" he growls, his fingers digging into my hips. "To be bent over your boss's desk and bred like a good little slut."
"Yes," I gasp. "Yes, Mr. Wrenford."
"You're going to take all my cum," he continues, his pace relentless. "I'm going to fill your fertile pussy until it's overflowing. Going to breed you right here where anyone could see."
The thought makes me clench around him, and he groans in response.
"You like that," he says. "You like knowing someone might see me breeding you. Might see you bent over, taking your boss's cock like the desperate little thing you are."
His words push me closer to the edge. The angle of his thrusts is perfect, hitting my G-spot with every stroke.
"I'm going to get you pregnant," he says roughly. "Going to put my baby in your belly. You'll walk around this office with my child growing inside you, and everyone will know you belong to me."
"Lucan," I whimper, feeling my orgasm building.
"That's it. Come on my cock. Show me how much you love being bred."
One of his hands moves from my hip to reach around and find my clit. He rubs it in tight circles while continuing to pound into me, and the dual stimulation is too much.
My orgasm crashes over me with devastating intensity. I cry out his name as my pussy convulsses around his cock, waves of euphoria rolling through my entire body.
"Good girl," he groans. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Milk it. Take my cum."
He thrusts deeper, harder, and I feel him hit my cervix. The sensation triggers another wave of pleasure, extending my orgasm until I'm trembling and gasping.
"Fuck," he growls. "I'm going to breed you now. Going to fill you up."
He slams into me one final time and holds himself there, buried as deep as possible. I feel his cock pulsing inside me, feel the warmth of his release flooding my pussy.
"Take it all," he says roughly. "Every drop. Let me breed you properly."
My legs are trembling so badly I can barely stand.
The ecstasy of my orgasm combined with the feeling of him filling me makes me feel like I'm floating.
I relish in the sensations, feeling swept away by the pleasure flooding my system.
It's the perfect escape, where I can forget reality, knowing Lucan is there to bring me back when needed.
When he finally pulls out, I feel his cum immediately start to leak out of me, running down my thighs. My knees wobble. Before I can collapse, he picks me up easily, carrying me to the leather couch in the corner of his office. He sets me down gently, then reaches for the dress he bought me.
"Arms up," he says softly. "I want to dress you, Virelle."
I raise my arms, and he slides the dress over my head. The fabric against my hypersensitive skin intensifies the lingering pleasure, making me shiver. Every sensation feels stronger right now—the softness of the material, the way it clings to my curves, the brush of his fingers as he adjusts it.
"Perfect," he says, stepping back to admire me. "I love how my cum is running down your thighs. Everyone at the restaurant will know I fucked you before I brought you on a date."
The thought makes my cheeks burn, but it also sends another pulse of arousal through me.
He cups my face in his hands and kisses me passionately, his tongue claiming my mouth the same way he just claimed my body. When he finally pulls away, we're both breathing hard.
"You're stunning," he says. "Especially like this—well-fucked and wearing something I chose for you."
I smile up at him, feeling thoroughly satisfied and completely his.
"Thank you, Mr. Wrenford."
His eyes darken with renewed hunger. "Keep calling me that, and we'll never make it to dinner."
"Maybe I don't want to make it to dinner."
He laughs, the sound genuine and warm. "Too bad. I made reservations. But after..." His hand slides down to cup my ass through the dress. "After, I'm taking you back to my place and keeping you in my bed all night."