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“Aidan, I’m so sorry—”
“It’s fine, Caitlin,” I interrupt in a toneless voice and brush past her to my desk.
“No, it’s not. It’s not fine. It’s just…”
“It’s just that he always expects you to follow his command.”
I sense her desperation – it’s coming off her in waves. I busy myself with turning on my laptop.
“And h-he was praising me.” Her voice hitches. “He never does that. And I-I—”
“As I said, it’s fine. I understand.” My cold words are cutting her, tears now dripping down her cheeks. I should feel sorry for her, but the sting in my palms when I type in my password removes any compassion or empathy. All I want is my revenge.
“What can I do to make this better?”
I huff. “I don’t know if you can.” Putting my glasses on, I pretend to be reading an email, but all my focus is on the distraught young woman in front of my desk.
“I-I made you feel… good the other day.” Her throat bobs.
“What are you suggesting, Caitlin?” Only now do I look up at her, my face still emotionless as I stare at her, not giving away anything while I relish her desperation.
She wrings her hands in front of her. “I could make you feel good… with my mouth.”
Victory and vindictiveness burst through my veins.This is what I’ve done to your daughter, Finbar. She’s offering sexual acts as compensation. She’s a whore.
“Lock the door then come over here,” I rasp, surprised how turned on I am.
She rushes to obey my commands – and the next one I give her. “Knees.”
I lean back in my chair as she kneels between my legs, her forest green skirt billowing around her. God, she looks good like this, eyes rimmed red and wet cheeks.
“Who’s your daddy?” I growl.
She gasps but responds immediately. “You are. You’re my daddy.”
“Bring my cock out.”
Her fingers tremble as she works the belt and the zipper. My cock springs free and I grab it in one hand and place my other at the back of her head. With my fingers intertwined in her soft curls, I feed her my cock, her pouty mouth stretched wide. Last time she sucked it, I was careful not to scare her. I’m not so careful now. She gags momentarily as I push deep in her mouth, but she quickly recovers, doing all she can to make it good for me.
“That’s it,” I moan as she adjusts to the pressure of my palm at the back of her head. I push my shirt up not to obstruct the view of her bobbing up and down. “Deeper, Caitlin. Deeper.”
She whimpers but, eager to please, she pushes past her comfort zone. My abs contract and my shoulders tense. More tears run down her cheeks. I brush my thumb through the salty river and moan again. Damn it’s good – velvety wet suction that pulls strings of electricity from my groin. My toes curl in my shoes.
This is what I need.
I may be doing this to get back at Finbar, but as Caitlin slurps around my cock, I realise that this actually does make me feel better – I crave the release to reset. And sweet Caitlin is giving it to me. She is a good girl, draining the anger off me with every suck.
“Stand up and lift your skirt.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, my cock still in her mouth. It slaps against my abs when she pulls off it.
“Am I not doing it right?”
“You’re doing it all kinds of right. You’re making me very happy, and I want to make you happy too.”
“Oh.”
“Stand up,” I repeat.
