Chapter 25 BlowJob In The Office
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Stella’s POV
My mouth hung wide open. “Is that how you greet your boss?” he asked.
My mouth clamped shut instantly as I bowed slightly. “Good morning, sir,” I said, trying my best not to sound shaky.
He stood up with a document in hand, walked to the couch, and sat with his legs crossed. “Have a seat,” he said in a calm voice.
I bit my lips as I walked slowly to where he sat and took a seat across from him. “What do you want me to do for you, sir?” I asked, clasping my hands.
He raised his brow. “Now you’re going to act like you don’t know me?” he said as he placed the documents on the table near me.
I took a sharp breath. What should I do? It was just a fling. He would not get mad and fire me, right?
I felt sweat drip down my forehead. “That was adults doing something normal, and this is work. I believe we should act professional,” I said.
“Professional…” he repeated with a light chuckle that made me shift uncomfortably.
This was really bad. I could not afford for him to fire me. I had a sister who needed to go to school and my mother’s medical bills.
“Yes, sir,” I said, staring at him.
“After taking advantage of me, now you want things to be professional… wow, Stella,” he said.
My heart skipped. How did he know my name? Hold on, had I taken my documents when I left his place? A shiver ran down my spine. I was cooked.
He must have used the documents to trace me. Looking at his stiff face, he did not look like someone who let things go easily.
“I can compensate you. Please, I need this job,” I said in a pleading voice.
“I know you need the job, and compensation? I don’t think you can afford that,” he said as he sized me up.
Immediately, I felt aware of how I dressed compared to him, who wore luxury clothes.
“I’m really sorry…” At this point, that was the only thing I thought could save me.
He leaned forward slightly. “Too late. You already piqued my interest. Now go through the documents in front of you,” he said as he relaxed back into the chair.
I swallowed as I stretched my hand, grabbed the file, and opened it. A gigantic title stared back at me: “A Sexual Relationship Contract.” My breath hitched.
My gaze averted to his. He just sat staring at me with his head resting on his hand.
Each clause made my heart sink to the bottom of my stomach.
\- I would have sex with him whenever he asked for it.
\- I would switch from manager to his personal assistant.
\- Everywhere he went, I must be willing to follow him.
\- During the weekends, if he needs me, I must be available.
The words went on and on until I reached the penalty section, which stated that if I did not comply with the agreement, I would either go to jail for sexual assault or pay a fine of one billion dollars.
I gasped, placed my hand on my mouth, and dropped the file on the table.
“There’s no way I’m going to do that,” I said.
But he just smirked. “I have other plans then,” he said as he passed me a video of me hugging him in public and trying to have a thing with him.
From the video, it looked as if I was the one trying to force myself on him. “Y…you,” I stammered as I stood and placed my hands on my waist.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, breathing hard.
He rubbed his forehead. “I already told you, you piqued my interest, and that pussy of yours was so sweet,” he said as he licked his lips.
My face flushed red. “But…”
“Sign the papers, Stella,” he said.
“And if I don’t?” I asked.
His face darkened. “I believe you’re wise,” he said.
My heart skipped. What should I do? If I did not accept, I would not only be in debt for eternity but might also go to jail. How would I take care of my mom and sister? My heart tightened.
“Can I think about it?” I asked, folding my fists.
“Nope, you can’t,” he said. Already on his feet, he walked to the other side of his desk and started unbuckling his pants.
My eyes widened. “Come here,” he said, waving for me to come closer.
My stomach churned. “But we are at work,” I said in a low voice.
He frowned as he pressed something that automatically locked the whole office.
“Now come here,” he said in a stern voice.
I took a sharp breath. Then my legs started moving slowly toward him.
“On your knees,” he commanded as he pulled his rock-hard cock from his pants.
I swallowed at his length. My tongue subconsciously licked my lips.
Fuck, he was so thick. “I don’t have all the time in the world,” he said in a low voice.
I nodded as I went on my knees, coming face to face with his dick. My hands rested on his shaft and stroked it slowly, since I did not really have experience, I barely gave James blowjobs.
But I still wanted to try, from everything I had gathered from porn. So I opened my mouth, took his cock in, and started going slow.
“Fuck, even your mouth is good,” he said as he held my head.
I did not know why, but my heart fluttered at his words, and I found myself putting in more effort. I started going faster.
“Yeah, just like that,” he groaned.
My saliva covered his rod as I massaged his balls. His hand suddenly held my hair, fisted it, and he started face-fucking me fast.
My eyes widened as my mouth and jaw ached from how fast he fucked my face.
He thrust so deep into my mouth that I felt it in my throat. “Shit!” he moaned.
He held my head. My jaw hurt like hell, but my legs parted. Fuck, how could I be horny in this kind of situation?
My eyes grew red, I could not breathe. Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he groaned loudly and his hand tightened on my hair.
“Fuckkkkkk!!”
He shot his hot thick semen straight into my throat and down to my stomach, then released my head.
I coughed slightly as I tried to catch my breath. I saw him buckling his pants.
With shaky legs, I stood on my feet and stared at him. He drew me closer.
He crashed his lips on mine. My body froze for just a brief moment before I returned the kiss.
I grabbed his neck as I slid my tongue into his mouth. His hands rested on my boobs and squeezed them hard.
Suddenly, he pulled away. “I thought you were not interested,” he said with a smile.
I blinked hard as I flushed red. What was wrong with me? I quickly took a step back from him.
“You should sign the papers,” he said as he passed a pen to me.
I bit my lips as I took it from him. With a heavy sigh, I signed the paper and passed it back to him.
I was about to walk out when he stopped me again. “Tonight at the same hotel,” he said.
My heart skipped, but this time it was not from fear, but from excitement.