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 andpresses 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 afterthat.
He pauses, sniffs the air, and gives me an approving nod.
VINCENT
My sweet little assistant smells likeme. 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.
