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“Maybe out of jealousy? You served in the back room that one time.”
“But only once. And she was ill.” Starla couldn’t have found out that Cat had ensured she was too ill to go to work that day, right?
Shit.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll figure that out once we find her.”
“You haven’t found her?”
“I didn’t tell you this so you could worry. I can see I’ll have to watch what I say to you.” He ran his finger over her nipple again, making her groan. She really needed to come.
“What? No, you don’t! I can handle stuff.”
“Why should you have to when I’m here to gatekeep?”
Dear Lord.
While she might be a Little and a sub, while she might like him taking charge sometimes, Cat still needed to retain who she was.
“Your pussy is still so wet.” He ran his fingers along her slit. “I need a taste.” He drove two fingers back into her passage and she moaned in pleasure. Then he drew them out and placed them in his mouth.
Had anything ever looked that hot before?
“Sir, please,” she begged. She couldn’t take much more.
“Do you need something?”
“You know what I need,” she groaned.
“Say it. Beg me for it.”
“I need to come. Please.”
He moved his fingers back down to her pussy. While his thumb played with her clit, he drove his fingers in and out of her passage.
It wasn’t enough, though. She needed more.
Suddenly, he lifted her onto his desk and drew down her panties, throwing them to one side.
“Feet up on the desk, keep your legs far apart. That’s it. Show me my pussy.”
God.
She did as ordered, unable to do anything else when he used that voice on her.
Then his mouth was between her legs. It didn’t take long. His tongue only flicked against her clit a few times, his fingers driving into her before she came with a scream. Her entire body arched as the orgasm washed through her.
He kept licking at her clit until she came down from her high. Then he moved her back onto his lap.
“I need . . . I need,” she murmured tiredly as she pressed her face to his chest.
“What do you need, Preciosa?” he murmured.
“To take care of this for you.” She moved her hand around to grasp his shaft. It was firm and thick and she wanted it in her mouth.
“Is that what you really want?”
“Please,” she begged. “I need to.”
“All right,” he soothed as he pushed his chair away from his desk. “Get down on your knees under the desk.”
Oh hell. Arousal filled her as she slid off his lap to kneel before him. He moved his chair slightly forward so she was between his legs.
Then he unzipped his pants and lowered his boxers, revealing his cock.
Yes! This is exactly what she wanted. Leaning in, she took him deep into her mouth, loving his grunt of pleasure.
“Fuck. You’re too good at that,” he told her. “Good girl. Suck me down. That’s it. You’re going to suck on me until I tell you to stop, understand?”
She moved slowly at first, then faster, sucking harder. The only noise in the room came from the occasional groans he made and some tapping. Was he on his phone? That just made her feel hotter.
He swore quietly as she took him deep, then swallowed.
“Fuck, Preciosa. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Oh, she had some idea. Since he did the same to her.
“I’m going to come. And you’re going to drink down all of me, understand? Lose any of it and you will be punished.”
That shouldn’t turn her on further.
“And do not stop sucking on me until I give you permission.”
He seemed to get even harder in her mouth and then he came with a grunt and she drank down all of him.
Not because she was scared of being punished, but because she loved the taste of him.
She kept sucking long after he’d grown soft. Her eyes drifted shut as she sat there in a daze. Nothing seemed to penetrate the haze surrounding her. Not her worries. Not any aches or pains.
Closing her eyes, she drifted off to sleep.
Alejandro knew the moment she fell asleep. Could feel her mouth softening around his dick.
That asshole was semi-hard again, despite the release he’d just had.
He drew open the drawer of his desk where he’d put her handbag. He’d gone through it earlier and had planned to ask her about the items he’d found. He picked up the pocket knife and then the pepper spray. There was even a foldable baton.
She had a damn arsenal in her handbag.
It wasn’t that he didn’t think she should have these items. He was just surprised.
Next, he grabbed her phone. It was dead. It was an older model, so he knew his power cord wouldn’t fit it. He’d call the people he’d hired to clean her apartment to find the power cord.
