When I finished, I pushed down my skirt and smoothed out my shirt, making myself look somewhat presentable, but I knew that there must've been a red mark around my throat from the tie. "I believe you promised me a reward."
Mr. Williams retied his tie around his neck, adjusting it slightly. "Fucking you isn't good enough?" he asked, his lips curling into a small smile. He gestured to the door. "Get your things, Mila. I'm taking you to dinner."
"Dinner?" I asked, voice quiet. That was not what I was expecting at all.
"Is there something else you'd like?" he asked.
My lips curled into a smile, mirroring his. "No, dinner is perfect."
"We can't do this again in your house," I whispered, letting Mr. Williams run his hands up and down my body, touching every curve, every bare inch of me, except the one place that I so desperately needed him to touch. "Everett's home."
After I started interning under Mr. Williams, I had begun to go crazy for him and his cock. He knew it too, would even refuse to fuck me some days, tease me in front of my father, just to get a reaction out of me and just to make me beg for him in private.
But at his house and in his living room with his son a few doors down …
He moved his hand down my body and leaned closer to me from behind, brushing his lips against my ear and chuckling deeply into it. "After all this time, and you still think you have control, Mila. You're mine. I tell you when I fuck you, where I fuck you, how I fuck you."
When he finally touched the top of my skirt, I moaned softly. Reaching inside my skirt, he played with the hem of my panties and then drove his fingers across the top of them and made his way down farther. I dug my fingers into the couch and gasped when he reached the bottom of my soaked thong.
He pressed his fingers down against them harder, slowly rubbing circles. "Do you understand me? I have so many pictures of your slutty little cunt in my phone that I could ruin your life, Mila, or I could make you very successful in whatever business you want to start. All I have to do is show your pussy to the right people."
My core clenched at the thought. Deep down, I knew that he would never do that, but … gosh, it made me excited, just thinking about him showing my pictures to all of my father's coworkers, making them get so hard from it that they had to jerk themselves off to me.
"Yes, I understand," I whispered, closing my eyes and enjoying him.
He slipped his fingers into my panties and touched my cunt. I gasped louder this time, knowing that I wouldn't be able to keep quiet with Mr. Williams touching me like this. Everett was bound to hear sooner or later and would come out and see his father fucking the girl who he had been flirting with for ages now.
Legs trembling, I leaned over on the couch and arched my back for Mr. Williams, grinding my wet pussy against his bulge in his suit pants. All I wanted was for him to plunge himself into me and pound me until I couldn't walk tomorrow. I was sure he wouldn't mind watching me stagger in front of my father.
He probably got off on the fact that he was nailing his business partner's daughter.
Just as I was about to reach an earth-shattering orgasm, he pulled his hand away from me. My pussy pulsed; the heat gathered in my core.
"No," I said, shaking my head and reaching for his hand to put it back. I glanced over my shoulder at him. "Why'd you stop? Please, please … I need it so badly."
Grabbing his cock through his suit pants, he stroked it. "Is that all you want me to do? Just to touch you?"
I swallowed hard and shook my head, my eyes wide.
"Look at me," he said.
I glanced back at him through my lashes again, my core tightening, just thinking about what I wanted him to do to me. "No. That's not all."
"Tell me what your tight, young pussy wants from me."
"Oh God, Mr. Williams," I moaned, bucking my hips back and forth to grind against his huge cock. "Please, fuck me. Please, I need you to put your dick inside of me. I need your cum dripping out. I want you to use me."
Mr. Williams grunted and pulled his cock out of his pants, then let a wad of spit drip from his lips to his dick, rubbing his thumb over the head to make it glisten.
After tugging up my skirt, he pulled my panties to my knees and stepped between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy.
God, it was so wrong to do it here.
So fucking wrong.
Placing a hand on my lower back, he made me arch harder. I stuck my ass up in the air for him and pushed toward him, letting him slip inside of me with ease. A wave of pleasure rushed through my body, my legs tingling in delight.
When he pushed all the way inside, I threw my head back, unable to hold back my moan. He grunted against my shoulder and pounded inside of me, his hands coming around the front to grope my breasts through my tiny tank top I had worn for him today. My nipples hardened underneath it and poked against his palms, the feeling driving me wild.
"Harder, Mr. Williams," I breathed out.
Mr. Williams pounded into me harder and tugged on my nipples, twisting them between his fingers. My pussy clenched around him, the pressure building high in my core already. I heard a door open in Mr. Williams's mansion and footsteps coming from the right, but I couldn't seem to care anymore.
It only made me clench harder.