Chapter39 The Thrill of Cheating
“Caius, I came here today to invite you to my father’s birthday dinner…”
Vivienne got closer, almost close enough to see what was happening under the desk. Linnea’s heart was about to pound right out of her throat.
Only then did Caius give a command: “Stop. Go sit on the sofa opposite me.”
The footsteps immediately halted. Vivienne apologized awkwardly and sat down on the sofa. Caius’s fingers dug deeper into Linnea’s messy hair. A few strands were actually tangled between his fingers, pulling tight on her scalp.
He controlled her head, slowly thrusting in and out, one time after another. The swollen tip of his cock punched through her throat every single time.
“Mr. Brock’s birthday dinner?”
“Yes…” Vivienne told him the exact date, which was in the next few days.
The pungent, masculine smell filled Linnea’s brain, making her dizzy. She desperately wished Caius would get rid of that bitch immediately so she could scream her lungs out, instead of holding it all in until tears streamed from her eyes, like now!
“We’ve just planted a new batch of fresh lavender at home. And I heard from your staff that you like pumpkin mushroom soup. I’ve hired a new chef who specializes in that kind of food. I hope you’ll come back to taste it sometime… Oh, and I remember you like racing. My brother’s friend just opened a new racing club…”
Vivienne mentioned almost all of Caius’s “hobbies” that she’d frantically managed to dig up.
Caius was clearly uninterested, only offering an occasional “Hmm” or “Yeah” to keep the conversation going.
At first, Linnea was hesitant, worried that Caius entertaining his wife in front of her was some kind of warning. But seeing how close Caius was to exploding with pleasure, Linnea finally realized he just wanted to use Vivienne to fuel this thrilling sex session!
The pervert!
Linnea couldn’t close her mouth, so her saliva just collected. The wet, sucking sounds caused by the thrusting became louder and louder. It even dripped from the corners of her mouth, soaking a large part of her collar.
Finally, a thick liquid flooded her mouth. Linnea struggled wildly, but the sticky fluid still coated the back of her throat.
Caius yanked her head out, his big hand clamped over her mouth to stop her from coughing from the choking.
“Where is that splashing sound coming from…”
Caius finally shooed Vivienne away. “Why are you still here?”
Vivienne apologized nervously and quickly retreated from the office.
Caius grabbed the communicator and ordered his bodyguards to stand guard outside and forbid anyone from interrupting. Only then did he pull Linnea out from under the desk, rubbing her poor, almost-torn mouth. “Slutty kitten, you must be tired now, huh?”
“My wife was asking, where was that splashing sound coming from?” He felt Linnea’s wet skirt. “Was that you squirting? Did it feel good to squirt right in front of my wife?”
“Waaah…”
Linnea was beyond reason. She was crying so hard her voice was hoarse.
Caius was too much! He had no idea about her relationship with Vivienne. He didn’t know how humiliating this was for her!
Caius tried to kiss her again, but she dodged, accidentally knocking the steel pen off the desk.
“Why is the cap off the pen?” Caius picked it up. “Linnea, what are you hinting at by touching my pen?”
As he spoke, the barrel of the pen rubbed heavily against her sensitive spot below.
“…Caius!”
She braced herself, but the pen stopped right at the entrance.
Caius tapped her with the pen barrel and scolded her. “Linnea, did you forget why I told you to come here? Do you want your stomach problems to get worse? You should be begging me to let you eat lunch right now.”
Linnea was furious. “You’re the one who’s cheating, acting evil, playing with me…”
Caius ignored the accusations. He actually lifted her onto his lap. His erection was poking hard against her below, but he still pretended to be proper. “Alright, you’ve been through a lot. I’ll feed you. How about that?”
He fetched lunch from the kitchenette in the lounge. Holding her, he fed her until she finished the entire meal.
After she finished, he stroked her belly with satisfaction, then tossed her onto the desk, scattering files everywhere.
“This mouth is full, so it’s time to fill up my kitten’s other one… I’m thoughtful, right?”
She had no idea how she passed out or how Caius brought her back to the beach apartment.
When she woke up again, it was already Saturday.
Linnea rubbed her sore wrists, cursing Caius again. She had satisfied him so thoroughly in the office yesterday, yet he still got hard late last night and used her hand to vent his desire, leaving her hand aching!
He really was a terrifyingly lustful pervert!
After a long while to recover, she went downstairs to the dining room. Caius was already eating.
He was back to his sophisticated demeanor from outside the bedroom. He looked like he was working today, dressed in a crisp suit with his watch and cufflinks neatly fastened. He was flipping through a physical newspaper, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, which was a rare sight.
The sunlight framed his profile, making him look as exquisite and flawless as a sculpture.
Linnea paused, silently watching him for a few seconds before breaking the silence:
“Why are you wearing glasses?”
“They’re just reading glasses.”
He put down the newspaper and patted his thigh. Linnea straddled him and kissed him, her nose bumping his frame. She mumbled a question: “You haven’t had breakfast yet?”
“I was waiting for a certain lazy cat to come down, right?”
Caius casually pulled off the glasses and kissed her more deeply.
“What if I never came down?”
“Then after I finished reading this newspaper, I’d come up and play with you until you woke up,” Caius said, sticking his index finger into her mouth. “Just like this.”
It took a while for Linnea to finally pull herself out of his embrace and start eating.
Caius asked her, “What did Leo tell you last night?”
Linnea quietly pushed the greasy apple pie aside. “No caffeine, healthy diet…”
“I hope you follow that at the company, too.”
Linnea knew he was teasing her about her excessive caffeine dependence. She always seemed to run into Caius in the break room. Not wanting to appear too obedient, Linnea just offered a noncommittal “Mhm.”
“If you try to sneak black coffee again, Linnea, I won’t hesitate to stage a repeat of yesterday’s passion scene.”
“Caius!”
“So, are you going to listen?”
“Fine.” Linnea said, feeling humiliated. Then she remembered something. “Do you like pumpkin mushroom soup?”
“You mean the stuff Vivienne was talking about?” Caius said candidly. “That was probably just something one of my subordinates, who deals with the Knight family, made up off the cuff to handle her bothering him.”
“…Oh.”
“Wait for me to get home tonight. I’m taking you out.”
Tonight…
Linnea suddenly remembered. Tonight was the deadline for her to decide whether to quit her yacht party job.