He cups my chin and turns my head to whisper in my ear, "Now would be a good time to start begging for forgiveness, little girl."
I swallow hard. He stands up straight, arms folded over his broad chest, his gaze cold.
"Mr. Royce, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!"
He doesn't move or respond. I try again.
"Mr. Royce, please, I didn't mean to—”
"You'd sound a lot more convincing on your knees.”
My heart is pounding. I slide onto the carpet in front of him. That’s when I notice he’s still hard. Why would he still be hard? Is he turned on by this, putting me in my place?
I can’t look up without coming face-to-face with his monster erection. I don’t want to admit it, but thinking about what I saw when I walked in here has me hot and bothered. His no-bullshit approach—which normally makes me roll my eyes—has me teetering on the thin edge between fear and arousal.
He catches me staring at his cock.
“See what you’ve done?” He rubs himself through his slacks. “I could be balls-deep in pussy right now. Instead, I’m standing here with sore nuts dealing with you.”
I can’t not imagine him doing exactly what he just described, only with me instead of that bitch, Mina. Something dark flashes in his eyes, the glint of an idea I’m not sure I’m going to like.
“What do you think we should do about that?” he asks.
“I don’t know, Mr. Royce.” My voice shakes.
His frown curls into a wicked grin, and all the heat in my face drains into a pool between my legs. “Tell you what, sweetheart. You show me you’re capable of doing a good job—any job, but in this case, a blow job—and I’ll consider forgiving you for being a vindictive, spoiled bitch. Who knows, you might even get to keep your miserable job.”
My eyes widen. “You want me to...”
“Suck my cock.” He says it matter-of-factly, like he’s asking me to fetch him coffee. “But first, show me those perky little tits.”
I can’t believe this is happening. More than that, I can’t believe how much it’s turning me on. My hands tremble as I unbutton my shirt and let it fall from my shoulders.
This is so messed up. Mr. Royce is twice my age, and a family friend. But if this is the only way I can atone for what I tried to do to him, I’ll do it. Because if my stepdad throws me out, I have nowhere else to go.
And if I’m being completely honest, the thought of getting up-close and personal with Mr. Royce’s cock makes my clit tingle like mad.
I unclasp my bra and remove it. Mr. Royce’s eyes drink me in. He gives my breasts a few test smacks and a good squeeze before unzipping his slacks and pulling out his fat cock. It’s even bigger than I remember. I wrap my hand around it, though my fingers don’t even touch. Glancing up at him, I pump his shaft a few times to get a feel for his girth.
Mr. Royce exhales, his eyelids going heavy. I wonder if this is the first time he’s ever thought about me like this, on my knees in his office with his cock in my fist. The satisfaction in his gaze tells me it’s most likely not.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. He groans so deep in his throat it comes out as a growl. Slowly, I work my tongue all the way down his shaft and back up. I’m not sure how I’m going to fit him in my mouth, so I focus my attentions on the head, kissing and licking, tonguing the frenulum.
When I’m ready, I take a deep breath and wrap my lips around the head, taking the whole bulbous tip into my mouth.
Mr. Royce’s hand tangles in my hair. I drool as
much as I can down his shaft and jerk my hand in time with my lips. Little by little, I take more of him, coming up for air and then going back down. My jaw aches. I ignore the discomfort and concentrate on the pleasure I’m giving him, and how sucking Mr. Royce’s cock turns me on far more than sucking Kevin’s ever did.
Before I even realize I’m doing it, my hand finds its way under my skirt. My clit is hard and ultra-sensitive. I barely have to touch it before I’m shaking like a frightened chihuahua. My boss’s hips start to buck; I doubt he can help himself. I make my hand an extension of my mouth so it feels like he’s thrusting into something deeper, like my pussy...I moan at the thought.
"Are you touching yourself?" he asks.
Embarrassed, I stop everything. I’ve never masturbated in front of someone before—not even Kevin. It feels too personal, too intimate. When I glance up at Mr. Royce, his cheeks are ruddy and his eyes are dark.
“Stand up, Lily.” When I don’t, he makes me, grasping my shoulders and hauling me to my feet. He reaches under my skirt to feel my panties, and his mouth tips up at the corners. "Well, I’ll be damned. The brat is enjoying herself."
My face burns like an inferno. I can't help rocking against his hand as he pets me. It feels so fucking good. He kisses my mouth, his tongue sliding past my lips in a possessive gesture that clearly says, Everything you think is yours, is mine tonight. His cock bumps my stomach as he tugs my panties down.