Page 7 of Following His Orders

“Oh god! I can’t…” I shake my head. I can’t do this. I know I need to shove him off me, tell him to go to hell, and walk out. But every time his fingers withdraw and drive back inside me, I’m closer to coming. And right now, coming seems like the only thing in the world that matters.

“That’s it. I want to see you fucking come for me, Bentley. Show me how beautiful you look when you let go.” Nathan’s lips nibble at my neck while his eyes stay locked on mine in the mirror. His thumb finds my clit, pressing down on the hardened nub. My legs give out. I catch myself on the counter. Nathan’s hand leaves my hair and wraps around my waist, holding me upright and flush against him. “Come for me, Bentley. I need to fucking see it,” he whispers next to my ear.

As if his words have somehow flipped a switch, my body responds and I explode. Flying high into that orgasmic, blissed-out space. My muscles tense, my eyes close, and I scream out his name.

“Fucking breathtaking. I knew it would be,” he says.

My eyes open and I look at my dishevelled appearance in the mirror. Regret instantly washes over me. “What the hell did we do?” I whisper.

“Nothing we both didn’t want,” Nathan counters as he removes his fingers from my body, straightens my destroyed panties, and pulls my dress down over my thighs. “Next time I ask you a question, don’t lie to me.”

Before I can form any kind of response, he’s gone. Out the door. Just walked right out.

Turning the tap back on, I splash myself with water again. I don’t think there is enough cold water in the world to calm my nerves right now. I just let my boss finger-bang me in the bathroom of a bar. On my first day of work. I’m going to have to quit. There is no way I can stay there. I can’t.

Can I?

FOUR

Walking back out to the bar, I sit down, pick up my glass of whiskey, and chug it before slamming the glass on the table.

Xavier and Alistair both narrow their eyes at me. When Xavier’s glare shifts from me to something orsomeoneover my shoulder, he curses under his breath. I don’t need to turn around to know it’s Bentley. I can fucking feel her. The back of my neck prickles in her presence. My still-fucking-hard cock twitches.

“For the love of God, tell me you didn’t just fuck our newest employee in the bathroom,” Xavier groans, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I didn’t fuck our newest employee in the bathroom.” I roll my eyes.Because I finger-fucked her in the bathroom, I silently add in my head.

“That is a HR lawsuit waiting to fucking happen, Nathan. You’re smarter than that. You should be smarter than that. Fuck, justbesmarter than that,” Alistair warns.

“You think I don’t know that?” I scoff, pushing my chair back and standing. “Like I said, I didn’t fuck our new employee in the bathroom,” I repeat, hoping they both get it through their thick fucking skulls and drop the topic.

Walking out of the bar, I jump straight into a cab. After I’ve given the driver my address, I pull out my phone and scroll through various emails.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist touching her. And now that I have, I only want to do it more. I want to feel the curves of her waist under my hands. I want to hold the weight of her breasts in my palms. I want to touch every inch of her silky, smooth skin. When you’re used to getting everything you want, always, it’s really fucking hard to deny yourself something as alluring as Bentley Johnson.

Johnson.

I should have known… Why didn’t I know whose daughter she was? I’ve read all about her father’s case. He went to jail for what he and his company did. How did she manage to get through our interview process with no one picking up on the fact that she was a Johnson, as in Kemp Johnson’s Cosmetics? I’m not sure there’s anyone in the corporate world who doesn’t know about that case. But that was her father, and the son shouldn’t be cursed for the sins of the father. Or, in this instance, the daughter shouldn’t either.

The driver pulls to a stop outside my apartment building. Handing him over some cash, I jump out of the car and loosen the tie around my neck. I need a shower, a drink, and a wank. Probably not in that order. My cock still aches in my pants while the memory of Bentley’s pussy clenching around my fingers plays through my mind, as I wait for the elevator to reach the top floor. It opens right into my foyer. I don’t bother turning on the lights in my penthouse. Instead, I head straight for the shower.

I turn on the hot water and the room steams up as I undress, throwing my clothes in a pile on the floor. Stepping into the shower, I bring my fingers to my nose. I can still smell her on them. It’s fucking intoxicating. As much as I wanted to lick them clean, I refrained. I want the first taste I get of her pussy to come directly from the source.

My hand drops down and fists my cock. I can see her. Hear her. It’s almost like she’s here, in this shower with me. Her moans, the way her body shook as she came around my fingers…

Fuck, I can’t wait to sink my cock into her and have her clamp down around it. My fist pumps back and forth, slowly. I want to savour this. I’m not in a rush. I look down, picturing Bentley on her knees, her breasts bare and on display for me. I imagine taking hold of each side of her face, pushing my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I can see the tears that would roll down her cheeks, feel her warm mouth on my cock, her tongue swirling around my tip before I thrust back in…

“Fuck!” I hiss as ropes of cum shoot out of me and all over the tiled walls of the shower. My knees buckle as I continue to pump one, two, three more times. Fuck me, if the real thing is anything like the fantasy I’ve conjured up in my head, I need to get Bentley Johnson into my bed as soon as humanly possible.

Finishing off my shower, I shut off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. Then I walk out of my bedroom, heading to the bar that’s fully stocked in the corner of my living room, and pause.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask the intruder currently sprawled out naked on my sofa.

“I thought you might want some company.” Jessica smiles, running a hand up and down her flat stomach.

“You thought wrong. Get dressed and get out.” I grab her coat and throw it on top of her.

“What? Why?” She pouts.

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