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He glares down at me — yes, a man who’s almost forty years old, with those damned yummy glasses — is actually glaring down at me. My smirk widens, and I can’t help myself.

I stroke him a little, just a few teasing motions until he hardens fully, his precum dripping on my palm.

“Fuck,” Colton hisses, then tries to regain his posture. “No, no… I just got stung by a bee — yes, Theon, I have bees in November,” he all but hisses. “Anyway, go ahead, tell me the plan.”

My tongue darts up, slurping all the precum, and all I see up is a man fighting his patience. It’s rather cute how I can do this to him, and I’m almost sure I’ll get away scot-free — well, almost.

I moan softly at the taste, my eyes closing as my lips wrap around the tip of his cock, sucking gently. His cock twitches in my palm, and I add more pressure at the base, watching the man struggle to speak.

“Y-yes,” he swallows. “I understand. You can schedule the board meeting for next month where we’ll be discussing all the budgeting, and the projects for spring of next year.”

All of his words are labored, barely audible at this point. He’s sweating, and his hand comes to grip my hair, shoving his cock deep into my mouth. My eyes widen, watering, and I gag around him.

“Listen, Theon, I’ll call you back. My woman’s on her knees, sucking my cock like a little slut, and I can’t focus. Good day.” he slams the laptop shut, and I’m fucking frozen.

He pulls me back, and I gasp for air. When I manage to meet his eyes, I see something between blazing fury and insatiable hunger that makes something in the pit of my stomach clench.

“Oh, my sweet girl,” his gravelly voice makes chills run down my spine, his hand tightly holding my hair. “I thought you were a good girl. Turns out you’re nothing but a greedy little slut, desperate for my cock, hm?”

I open my mouth to respond, and he takes the opportunity to shove his cock back into my mouth. It hits the back of my throat, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. My heart’s hammering in my ribcage, threatening to leap straight out.

He’s holding me firmly, and I struggle to breathe. Then, he pulls back a little, only to push it back into my mouth. Colton’s never been this rough with me, and I can’t say I dislike it.

“There we go,” he says softly, the mocking tone making me moan around his dick. “You look so pretty with my cock down your throat,” he muses, and pulls back. Then, he starts using my mouth to get himself off, fucking it roughly.

My pussy gets wet, my hands on his knees, and I can’t help but look up at him. Fucking hell — he looks so good. His glasses slide down his nose a little, his jaw clenched, a vein popping on his forehead from the force he’s using my mouth.

His cock twitches on my tongue, and when I swallow around him, I can see his eyes physically darken a shade. His precum drips right into my throat, filling my mouth with the salty taste.

A moan slips from me, and his free hand comes to my throat, his eyes closing briefly.

“I can feel my fucking cock in your throat,” he grits out, and I can only see a man trying to maintain whatever he has left of his sanity and control. “You’re going to be a good girl for me and swallow every single drop, aren’t you?”

I try to nod, and he starts thrusting into my mouth. Breathing comes difficult, and my heart picks up the pace. My underwear’s ruined, my own arousal dripping down my thighs. He shoves it so deep that I gag again, and he holds his cock right there as he comes.

My eyes close as I feel it slide down my throat with ease, swallowing and ensuring not a single drop is wasted.

His breathing is labored when he pulls his cock out, and I slump down, exhausted. He leans back into his chair, still looking at me like he’s not quite done.

“That was very brave of you,” he says. “Interrupting my meeting like that? You deserve a medal for it. But since you decided to be a disobedient little slut, I can only give you punishment.”

Oh, boy. So much for getting away with this scot-free.

31

Avalon is bent over the desk in my office, and I made sure no one would interrupt us. Her pants are off, her shirt slightly pulled up, her bare ass exposed to me. Her pussy’s dripping despite the harsh treatment, and I don’t feel bad, not one bit.

She’s enjoying all of this.

I wrap the belt around my palm, making sure the metal part is safely tucked in my hand. The leather connects with her soft flesh, and she gasps, her body jolting forward. Her ass is beating red, and if it weren’t for her persistent counting, I would’ve lost count ages ago.

“Thirty-six,” she gasps.

Her hands clutch the edge of the desk, her body trembling slightly. I soothe the part I hit with my palm, softly rubbing the flesh, my hunger for her only growing stronger.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

Avalon turns to look at me over her shoulder, swallowing harshly. However, there’s not even a single ounce of remorse in her eyes — in fact, I’d say she’s pretty pleased with herself for what she’s done.