He set me down beside the desk, but didn’t let go immediately.
Instead, he reached towards the small couch, grabbed one of the plush throw pillows, and dropped it on the floor beneath the desk.
“There,” he said.
My cheeks warmed with excitement as I immediately understood.
Greyson guided me down by the shoulders until I knelt on the pillow between his knees and the desk. The soft cushion protected my knees while the dark wood above me created a cozy little cave.
He sat down in his chair, which put my face level with his thighs.
His big hand came down to rest on the top of my head, fingers sliding gently through my hair.
“Alright,” he murmured, stroking me slowly. “Listen carefully, baby.”
I leaned forward, pressing my cheek against his sweatpants. The heat of his body seeped through the fabric, steady and comforting. I nuzzled closer, breathing him in as his fingers continued their petting.
“This call,” Greyson continued, voice shifting into that calm professional tone he used for work, “is a therapy session for one of Wes’s assets.” He lightly scratched my scalp, and I melted further into him, letting out a small moan. “She’s been through some heavy situations,” Grey added. “Which means I need you to be very good for me.”
I nodded against his thigh.
His hand tilted my chin up just enough that I had to look at him. His eyes were soft but serious behind his reading glasses.
“Silent,” he reminded me gently. “No noises, no distractions. Understand? I don’t want her to know you’re even there.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered. “I’ll be good.”
His thumb brushed over the freckles decorating my cheeks. “If you make it through the entire hour,” he said, voice lowering with quiet promise, “without her knowing you’re here…”
My heart skipped.
“…then tomorrow we’ll go shopping.”
My eyes lit up immediately.
“The real kind,” he continued with a faint smile. “Not the quick in-and-out errands. I’ll take you wherever you want. Dresses, shoes, all the ridiculous little things you like—with no budget.”
I buried my face back against his thigh, grinning.
Greyson’s thumb brushed over my lips in a silent approval that sent a shiver down my spine. He adjusted his glasses with his free hand, glancing at the screen where the call timer ticked down the minutes until it started. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of his computer and my own quick breaths.
“Good boy,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “Now, to help Daddy focus, I want you to cockwarm me. Slide those pretty lips over my cock and keep it warm in your mouth. No sucking, no moving—just hold it there like the perfect little assistant you wanted to be.”
My heart raced at his words, heat flooding my cheeks and lower. I nodded eagerly, my hands trembling as I reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. The fabric was soft under my fingers, and I tugged it down slowly, careful not to make any noise, even though the call hadn’t started yet. His cock sprang free, already half-hard and thick, the familiar scent of him filling my senses. It twitched slightly as the cool air hit it, and I licked my lips as a deep hunger grew in my gut.
Greyson spread his thighs a bit wider, giving me better access under the desk. His hand returned to my hair, guiding me forward with gentle pressure. I leaned in, parting my lips to take the head into my mouth. The salty taste of his skin bloomedon my tongue as I slid down further, inch by inch, until I had him nestled deep against the back of my throat. I sealed my lips around the base, careful not to let my teeth graze him, and held still just like he wanted.
A low growl of satisfaction rumbled from above me, and I felt his fingers tighten briefly in my hair before relaxing. “That’s it, baby. Stay just like that.” He reached for his mouse and clicked to accept the incoming call. The screen lit up, and I heard the soft chime as the connection went through.
“Hello, Yazmin,” Greyson said smoothly, his professional tone slipping into place like a mask. “How have you been feeling? Any changes since our last talk?”
I froze in place, my mouth full of him, the weight of his cock heavy on my tongue. Every instinct screamed to move, to worship him properly as he deserved, but I remembered his instructions. My knees pressed into the pillow, and I focused on breathing through my nose, relishing in the warmth of him pulsing faintly against my palate. Saliva pooled in my mouth, but I swallowed carefully, not wanting to make a single sound.
Above me, Greyson shifted slightly in his chair, his free hand coming down to rest on my head again, petting me in slow circles as he listened to the woman on the call. I could feel the subtle tension in his body, the way his thighs flexed around my shoulders, but he kept his responses calm and measured.
“That’s progress,” he replied after a pause. “What about when you’re on a job?”
She responded, “It feels like I’m being treated with kid gloves. I used to almost always have solo jobs, but now it’s like I’m not allowed out if I don’t have one of the guys with me.”
