A smile split my lips. “Say what I want to hear.”
“Your cock is the only one I want to suck.”
My pulse roared with satisfaction as she bit the words out through clenched teeth. Control shifted between us like a current.
“It’s all yours,” I said, removing my own grip with a slick noise. “Every last inch.”
She gave up the illusion of kittenish licks and teasing kisses. Instead, when she reached for my cock, half of it disappeared into her mouth with surprising ease.
Pleasure raced through my blood, blinding and painful and so fucking perfect. There was something about watching Dessi fit her pretty lips around my cock and take anything I wanted to give her…
This was madness. There was no other word for it. With each sloppy downward gulp, I could see this turning into something so much worse—obsessive, controlling, unhealthy. Least of all because she was my assistant.
I was too far gone to stop. Not now. Not before…
“Fuck my mouth,” she ordered. Strings of slick and saliva dripped from her lips. “Do it.”
I told myself I’d remind her to watch her manners later. Now, I thrust my hips upwards, holding the back of her head as my cock slipped down her throat.
“You’re such a good girl, Dessi.” I didn’t care that I’d stumbled and used her first name. My cock in her throat surely put us on a first name basis. “You’re so good to let me fuck you like a little toy. Because you’re mine, aren’t you? You’ve always been mine. Mine to use.”
Her eyes squeezed shut as she shuddered, and although she tried to hide it, I saw one hand sneak low between her thighs.Permissible.She was, after all, being so good for me.
The room quieted, filled with nothing but the slick, obscene noises of me fucking Dessi’s willing throat. She gave it up so prettily with tears of effort brimming at the corners of her eyes and slick dribbling down her chin.
Curse it all, she was so fucking perfect.
As I thrust into her swollen lips, the pressure building with each passing breath, she pressed a hand against my knot, cupping it tight and pressing down.
Stars.
A groan broke halfway, turning into a shattered breath as release slammed into me. I’d never felt anything so raw, so blinding take over my limbs. Dessi continued to push down, drawing every last morsel of pleasure.
Curse it all.
I spilled into her throat, then onto her tongue, watching rivulets of my slick drip over her skin. She lapped it upwith endearing eagerness, her tongue hot and wet against my sensitive cock. Still, it wasn’t enough.
I wanted to mark every inch of her and eradicate any evidence of her scent until what others smelled wasme.
“Look at you, my little toy,” I said, trying to get my breath back. “You look so good covered in my come.”
When she launched herself at me, seeking my lips for a kiss that would mark me forever, I welcomed her with open arms.
Chapter Eight
Dessi
I hated that she knew exactly how I liked it, how I craved it, even when I hadn’t uttered a single word. Her palms cupped my ass possessively, her groans of pleasure low and raspy in my ears as I kissed every inch of skin I could press my lips to.
“Stop.”
Just one word—one small breath against my lips.
I froze, awaiting instruction like a damn dog… Not because I was scared, but because I couldn’tnotlisten to a command from her. Her tone held that perfect edge, the one that made my pulse spike and my breath hitch. She didn’t have to raise her voice.Oh, no. She knew all too well how to weave control into something quieter.
I stayed frozen on her lap, muscles tight with waiting as she leaned back to take in my nakedness with only a small pair of pink polka-dotted boy shorts in the way.
Her hand slid across my waist, fingers dragging over the little ribbon at the front of the briefs—just enough to remind me that my stillness was no accident. I was still because she’d told me to be.
