It was Friday night, one week into my internship under Mr. Williams, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me piles upon piles of work to do.
"You're not finished with your hours for today, Mila," Mr. Williams said to me just as I said good-bye to him to leave for the weekend.
He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He cocked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. "Come here."
After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ache between my legs that wouldn't go away all week, I sauntered over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. "What do you need help with, Mr. Williams?" I asked, trying to keep this as professional as I could. He hadn't touched me all week.
He hadn't flirted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today … today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and that he was going to blackmail me into that too.
Standing up from his seat, he walked behind me and placed one hand on my waist and leaned closer to me until his mouth was near my ear. "I have a meeting with your father in five minutes." He flipped me around, so he was pressing against my front side, his hard cock just teasing my aching pussy. "You're going to join us."
"Me?" I asked, eyes wide.
He tugged off his tie, tied it around my neck, and wrapped the long end around his palm to pull me closer to him. "Under the desk," he said. "And when he leaves for the night, you're going to be on it."
My eyes widened even more. "We can't do that," I said, shaking my head from side to side and trying to get across that this was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Terribly wrong.
"And why not?" he asked, starting to unbutton the white button-up shirt I had tucked into my skirt. When they were all undone, he reached behind me, unclipped my bra, and smirked as my tits bounced out of it. "Hmm, Mila?"
I swallowed hard, feeling my nipples harden as the cold air hit them. Heat was pooling in my core, and I was aching to be touched by him for the first time this week. I hadn't seen Everett, had refused to go out with him every night, had constantly ignored his messages because I wanted this too fucking bad and for too fucking long.
He snatched the tie up in his hand and pulled me toward him until my tits were pressed against his chest. "Kneel under my desk for me, Mila, before your father comes in and sees you being a whore for your boss."
Before I could give him a sassy response back, someone knocked on the door, and I knelt as quickly as I could, scurrying under his desk like a good girl. If this was how I brought my grade up, then I would do it. Dad would be so disappointed in me if I failed and if he found out about those pictures Mr. Williams definitely still had in his phone.
Mr. Williams stuffed my bra into one of his drawers, sat in his chair, and gently grasped my chin. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll reward you later," he said to me. Then, he pulled his chair in, making me sit right between his long legs.
I stared at the bulge in his pants, almost too big to pass up, and gnawed on the inside of my lip, fingers gliding up his legs to the front of his suit pants to feel it. What the hell was wrong with me, thinking that this was sexy?
Being in my boss's office as he chatted with my father about God knew what. Being half-naked under his desk, pleasuring him as he tried not to squirm in his seat. Being wet and horny and needy to feel him slip himself inside of me again.
"Come in," Mr. Williams called.
The door opened, and Dad walked into the room and sat at one of the chairs just feet away. They started chatting about something I didn't care very much about, and I tried to stay quiet and stay still, but the pressure and heat between my thighs were making it hard to do any of that.
Instead, I grasped his hard cock through his pants, stroking it until I couldn't stop myself from unzipping his pants and pulling it out. I stared up at him, lips curled into a smile as he tensed, and sucked his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
He swallowed hard and tugged me closer to him by the tie. I took more of him inside my mouth, not able to get enough. I should've stopped this thing between us a long time ago … but he still had those pictures, and I still wanted him to fuck me until I couldn't stand straight.
I bobbed my head back and forth to suck him off, my tits bouncing against his legs, nipples hardening at the constant contact. He filled up my mouth and then my throat, his hard cock pressing against it from the inside.
"How's Mila doing?" Dad asked Mr. Williams.
I pushed him further down my throat as my lips met his hips. Tears welled up in my eyes, spit dripping down my chin. He licked his lips, vein twitching in his neck.
"She's getting very deep in her work," he said, tugging on the tie a bit harder to pull me closer to him. "And she's learning what it really means to be a businesswoman." Mr. Williams paused and cracked his infamous smirk.