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He obeys without hesitation, dropping to his knees. I reach between my legs to tug aside my panties, leaving myself exposed through the mesh of my fishnets. The driver swallows audibly and immediately dips forward, but I stop him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Open your mouth,” I tell him.
He does, and I slide two fingers into his mouth. For a moment, I’m reminded of Luca’s gloved fingers dipping into my throat that first night. Back then, I was thoroughly repulsed, but now the memory sends a hard shudder through me, echoed by the throbbing between my legs.
Wetting my fingers with Colin’s saliva, I place them between my legs, playing with myself in light, rhythmic strokes.
Colin watches me, eyes glassy, mouth open in a pant. His cock is so hard it’s tenting his trousers, a sight I find almost comical.
“See how I like it?” I ask him, voice gentle, like I’m guiding a shy woodland creature. “Just like that.” My voice catches as I feel my pleasure build under my slippery fingers. “Ah—just like that. Understood?”
He nods.
“Say it.”
“Understood.”
I laugh, low and rough. “Good boy. Come here.”
He lowers his mouth on me through my fishnets. I close my eyes and drop my head back, my hand on the driver’s head as the wet heat of his mouth settles between my legs. He’s good at following instructions—he licks me in long, light swipes, setting up a steady rhythm. I let out a low hum of satisfaction.
My orgasm builds, nice and slow, a velvety wave curling itself back. In the darkness of my closed eyes, a white figure looms like an arrogant ghost. I see the outline of a face behind the silver mesh of a fencing helmet. I bite into my lower lip and catch my breath.Thisis where my mind is taking me?
Oh well. A fantasy is only ever just a fantasy.
In the darkness of my mind, I let the figure draw closer to place the cold blade of the foil against my throat. When I look down, I find the white plastron marked by a red line of spreading blood, as if the chest is wounded beneath the uniform. In my fantasy, the ghostly fencer removes his helmet, revealing a face pale like bone and hair drained of colour, slicked back with sweat. He gets to his knees and buries his face between my legs, and I ride his tongue while blood pours from his chest.
The wave of my orgasm rears, ready to fall, when the mouth between my legs is suddenly pulled away, leaving me throbbing helplessly in the cold air. I open my eyes to glare at Colin but find myself looking into grey eyes and a bone-white face. Luca’s face is a carefully empty mask, but the muscles in his jaw twitch like he’s being electrocuted. He pulls Colin back by his shoulder.
“Thank you, Colin. You’re dismissed.”
Colin, red-faced and panting, scrambles to his feet. His eyes are wide and horrified as he fixes his suit and wipes his mouth with his sleeve.
“Sir—I’m, I’m sorry, um, should I—”
Luca’s voice is as cold and composed as ever. His eyes on me have the deadly glint of a newly sharpened knife. “You may leave, Colin. You are no longer in my employ, effective immediately. You’ll receive the paperwork and your severance cheque in the mail shortly.”
“No, sir, Mr Fletcher-Lowe, please, I—”
“Consider yourself lucky, Colin. You will receive your severance and a positive reference when”—Luca turns to finally look at Colin—“I would love nothing more than to wrench you apart limb from limb.”
Colin, trembling from head to toe, nods and scrambles out of the room.
“And Colin?” Luca calls without looking. “There are better things you could be putting into your mouth than thistrash. Consider raising your standards in the future.”
Colin doesn’t dare reply and scuttles away without another word. Luca doesn’t even deign to watch him leave. He turns his gaze back to me and looks slowly down from my face to my wet, exposed pussy. His lip is curled with distaste.
“What did I tell you about sexually harassing my staff, Lynch?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t be so uptight. Poor Colin doesn’t deserve to be sacked.I’mthe one who came on to him, and he was actually doing a great job. Do you know how difficult it is to find guys that actually know how to go down on a woman?”
The question is pointed; I can’t help but smirk a little as I ask it. Luca gazes down at me in silence. He’s in a crisp suit, dark grey like storm clouds, and he’s still wearing gloves and his coat. By the look of the hair falling on his forehead and the slight flush in his cheeks, he’s been running.
Seized by suspicion, I narrow my eyes at him.
“Don’t tell me you rushed back here just to cock-block me.”
He draws closer. “The staff have been told you’re mine. I won’t tolerate being robbed by my own employees.”
