"Sucking up if she needs to." He laughed, but we both knew it wasn't a joke.
Dad chuckled and brushed it off as if it was nothing because that's what it was. To him, Mr. Williams and I were just that-boss and employee. Nothing more and definitely nothing less. He was to show me how to run a company, and I was to get my shitty-ass grade up.
Someone's phone buzzed on the desk, and Dad stood. "Let me take this," he said. "It'll be a moment."
The office door closed, and Mr. Williams pushed out his seat to stare down at me.
He leaned down slightly and pushed his hand into my skirt. "How're you doing down there?" he asked, fingers thrusting up into my pussy. "Being a good girl for me. Sucking me off. Getting your pussy sopping wet for me."
A rush of heat warmed my core, and I nodded. "I need you," I whispered. "I've been waiting all week for you to pull me into your office."
Mr. Williams's gaze flickered from my eyes to my lips and back. "God, Mila, if I could, you'd be in my office every day like this."
He crashed his lips hard onto mine and gave me a taste of him-one simple taste-and I wanted more. When he pulled away from me, he massaged my G-spot with his fingers.
"You're going to continue finger-fucking this pussy of yours. No matter how quiet it gets, no matter how loud and wet that pussy becomes. You don't stop until your father walks right out of this room for the night," he said, staring me right in the eyes and thrusting his fingers up into me. He grasped my chin hard in his hand. "Do you understand me?"
The pressure rose in my core with every thrust, and I felt like I was about to tip over the edge already. When I let out a small whimper and nodded, he stuffed his wet fingers into my mouth. "Show me."
I pushed two fingers into my pussy and stared up at him through my lashes. His dick must've been throbbing because he grasped it in his hand and stroked it under the desk.
"That's my good girl," he said, tugging on one of my nipples. A wave of pleasure shot through me. "I guess I don't have to show your father your pretty pictures tonight."
Furrowing my eyebrows together, I let out a small moan at the mere thought of him having so much power over me, him blackmailing me to do anything for him. It was so damn wrong, so wrong … but it felt so good.
The door opened, and Mr. Williams returned to his businessman self-as if his fingers weren't still sticky with my juices.
Dad walked back into the room. "I have to take this. The wife has a problem."
Mr. Williams nodded. "All right, I'll see you Monday then. Bright and early."
"Monday," Dad said. "Have a good weekend, Jonathan."
As soon as the door closed, Mr. Williams tugged me to my feet, bent me over his desk, and pulled down my soaked panties, as if he couldn't wait one more minute. "Spread your legs for me, Mila."
I wrapped my fingers around the edges of the desk and spread my legs. Mr. Williams wrapped the tie three times around his hand and pulled me closer to him by it, so I couldn't go anywhere.
"Wider."
I spread my legs even further apart and arched my back. He rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy and pushed it inside of me, filling me up. Wrapping one large hand around my mouth, he pulled me closer to him. "Shh, shh, shh, your father hasn't left yet," he said. "He's probably still in the office, right next door."
He rammed himself harder inside of me, making me moan out into his hand. "If you're not quiet, he's going to hear you moaning my name. He's going to find out about us, and I'm sure you don't want that happening, do you?"
I shook my head, my core tightening around him. He pumped into me harder and faster, thrusting me against the desk, fondling my breasts as they bounced in his hands, whispering all those dirty little words into my ear.
So close … I was so close to coming when he stopped all of a sudden.
To my surprise, Mr. Williams didn't come inside of me. Instead, he pulled out, groaned into my ear, and came on the inside of my underwear wrapped around my mid-thigh. He jerked himself off into them, making sure to get every last drop on the lace.
"Mila," he murmured into my ear, still holding the tie tight. "Mila, you're so fucking sexy."
Another wave of heat rushed to my core, and I tried hard to suppress my orgasm. He lightly bit my jaw, released the tie, and pulled my underwear up my thighs.
My thong was coated with a thick layer of his cum, yet he made sure to get it snug against my entrance. He lifted one of my legs into the air to spread my legs even more, letting his cum glide onto my pussy, then he rubbed it in.
I dug my nails into his desk, leaving scratches on the dark wood, and threw my head back to let out another raspy moan. "Oh God," I moaned. "Oh my God …" My pussy tightened. "Please, can I come? Please, Mr. Williams." I begged for it.
He rubbed his fingers harder into me and strummed his finger across my throat. "Come for me, Mila," he whispered into my ear.
My legs trembled, and I nearly stumbled over onto the desk. I slapped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming his name as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body.