She drags her tongue along the underside of my cock, swirling, licking, and tasting me like I’m something she’s trying not to crave.
My grip tightens in her hair, and I can feel the smug little glint in her eye as she glances up at me.
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t stop.
She sinks back down, deeper this time, taking more of me than I expected. Her jaw flexes, tongue teasing, and when her teeth scrape again, I damn near lose it.
“You trying to test me?” I ask, breath shallow, heart pounding against my ribs like it wants out. “Trying to see if I’ll snap?”
She hums around me, vibrations licking through my veins, and I let out a strangled curse.
My thighs tighten. My jaw clenches. I’m so fucking close, and she knows it.
She bobs her head faster, fingers curling around the base, twisting just right. My balls are about to explode, and I want nothing more than to have her swallow my cum, but there’s so much more than this girl sucking me off in my office during the day.
It’s respect.
Something I’m never going to get from her.
And fuck, maybe that’s why I like it.
Sienna isn’t something I need for myself, but for my future. I don’t need to be her friend. I don’t need her to like me.
I need an heir.
And fucking her will only be a bonus in obtaining one.
Her teeth graze the underside of my cock and I hiss, one hand threading in her hair while the other grips the edge of the desk like I might fly off the goddamn Earth. I don’t stop her, don’t pull her back, or warn her.
I lean into it.
She’s daring me to stop this altogether or lose control, and I do. I let it happen. I let her ruin me with her mouth.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice going dark and deep. “You think you’re clever, huh?”
She gives another rough suck, like she’s punishing me, and I groan deep in my chest. I come hard, hips jerking, one brutal thrust into her mouth before I grip her hair tighter, forcing myself still.
My head tips back. I breathe like I’ve been underwater for ten minutes, and I force myself to look down at her to see what she’s done.
She swallowed.
Like a good girl.
But not out of obedience, never that. She does it to win and to show me that it meant shit all to her.
When she pulls away, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and rises slowly to her feet, all fire and defiance even with her lips a little swollen and her breath uneven.
Yeah, she hates me, alright.
Reaching for the untouched water bottle on my desk, I hand it to her, but she doesn’t take it.
“Anything else?” she asks, refusing to meet my eyes, straightening her shirt, and brushing her palms on her thighs like she’s trying to erase what just happened.
“Take the water, princess.”
Her gaze slices sharply at me, scowling as if I said she was the most hideous thing in the world. “Don’toffer me anything after you made me dothat. You’re sick.”
“And you’re mine,” I say smoothly. “That mouth just proved it.”
