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“Oh no, little one. You’re not even close to being safe. I want you in my office, on your knees next to my chair, wearing nothing but your knickers.”
My mouth pops open. “What? You’ve got two conference calls today.”
The smile spreading across his lips is pure evil. “Don’t worry, love. You won’t make a sound because your lips will be wrapped around my cock.”
With his hands on my shoulders, he turns to me before swatting me on the behind. “Hurry along, little one. You don’t want to keep Daddy waiting.”
Even though Stephanie is suspicious, the excitement of Julian’s plans carries me through the labyrinth of hallways until I stop in front of his office door. I run my fingers lightly over the nameplate next to the door. Dr. Julian Armstrong. I sigh because even though he owns me, body and soul, there’s no doubt I own him.
If only he’d say it. If only he’d express his feelings for me.
I quickly unlock the door and hurry inside to undress. Sunlight streams in through the yellowed blinds on the window, warming the room, but my skin still erupts in waves of goosebumps as I undress. I place my neatly-folded clothes under my backpack, hidden from view in a corner chair, before I obediently kneel beside his chair.
The door handle slowly turns, and I feel him before I see him. The moment Julian steps inside, it’s as if the air vanishes and is replaced with a thick tension. Desire and passion hang over us both as he stalks his way toward me. He says nothing as he trails his fingers along my jaw and over my bare shoulders.
He circles me like a predator until he stops right in front of me. With his hands on his hips, he spreads his legs slightly and a sharp breath escapes his lips.
“You make Daddy proud, little one,” he coos. “Perfect tits made just for my hands. Gorgeous lips waiting to wrap around my cock. But you know what’s really fucking sexy, little one? Your mind.”
He crouches down and slips his thumb into my mouth, silently demanding me to suck it.
I don’t just suck; I worship it, which earns me a gleaming smile and praise.
He withdraws his thumb and stands, backing away. His fingers are nimble as they work to unlock the metal clasp of his leather belt and then the button of his sharp black pants. He shoves his pants down his thighs and then pulls his cock, hard and proud, from his boxer briefs. My mouth waters as I wait for my taste.
“What do you want, little one?”
“Your cock,” I answer.
Julian growls his disapproval, and I quickly amend my answer. “I want your cock, Daddy.”
He hisses with satisfaction before he fists his cock and steps forward. He runs the tip against my lips, giving me my first taste of his saltiness. My mouth widens to accommodate his length as he settles himself against my tongue.
He draws it back before plunging it deep and hitting the back of my throat. He repeats this a few more times before unexpectedly, he withdraws and tucks his cock back inside his underwear.
I protest until he holds up a finger. “As you reminded me, I’ve got two conference calls to make.”
Then he brushes past me and settles himself in the worn leather chair behind his desk. He spins to face me, a grin of self-satisfaction on his lips. The excitement inside me dies down until he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his cock again.
“Time to get to work, little one,” he says with a waggle of his brows.
