Chapter 133 Under the Desk
Kieran tried to breathe deeply, calmly, but it wasn’t working. His hand clenched the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles went white. Across the room, a man was speaking, but Kieran barely heard a word.
His lip stung; he’d bitten it so hard he almost broke the skin.
Under the desk, Genesis pulled her mouth away from the swollen tip of his cock. She blinked, her face scrunching slightly at the taste. Clean… but strange. Not unpleasant. Just… new.
She licked her lips, eyes narrowing in thought, then slowly tilted her head upward to peek at him through the narrow opening. When her gaze found his face, her heart skipped.
His cheeks were flushed.
He was blushing.
And somehow, that thrilled her.
She hadn’t planned this. Not at all. Yes, she was upset he wouldn't touch her, but the next thing she knew, she had slid under his desk, her knees brushing against his, driven by something she couldn’t explain.
Now, seeing that pink flush, she needed more.
Her eyes flicked back to his cock, hard and aching. Something in her wanted to test her limits. Maybe if she took more of him, she’d see him crack even further. Lose that cold, controlled edge that drove her wild.
She opened her mouth again and moved closer. Her lips slid over the head, slow and wet, her tongue curling underneath as she pushed forward. His thighs jerked beneath her. She kept going, her mouth stretching, her eyes stinging with tears as the tip hit the back of her throat.
A sharp intake of breath. Then a hand buried in her hair.
Kieran gently tugged her off with a wet pop, jaw clenched.
Across the room, Rachel frowned. She had seen his hand resting on the table earlier. Now, it was gone. And… he shifted in his chair.
Her eyes narrowed.
“No…” she whispered to herself. “They wouldn’t.”
She shook her head, trying to brush the thought away. But something felt off. Kieran never fidgeted. He was always cold and composed.
Then she saw the twitch in his jaw, the slight part of his lips.
Her cheeks turned bright red.
Under the desk, Genesis panted softly through her nose. Her eyes shimmered, lips wet. She looked at his cock again, it throbbed, red and flushed, glistening from her spit. It had pressed against the roof of her mouth in a way that made her entire body tingle.
Her mouth was so sensitive. She loved being kissed, loved that pressure. She wanted to feel that again.
She leaned forward—but his grip in her hair stopped her. A gentle tug. A warning.
She blinked up at him, mouth parting slightly, her expression pleading.
Please, her eyes said. Let me.
Kieran’s hand trembled.
And then… he gave in.
She slid forward, wrapping her lips around him again, this time slower. Her tongue moved with purpose, pressing against every ridge and vein, dragging along the underside.
He stiffened, one hand slamming down on the desk.
Then…
“Everyone. Out.”
His voice cracked like a whip.
Rachel froze.
“But..”
“Out. Now.”
Chairs scraped. People scattered.
The door slammed shut behind them.
And under the desk, Genesis smiled, wicked, breathless, and hungry.
As the last person slammed the door behind them, silence fell, thick and charged.
Kieran didn’t move at first.
His hand was still in Genesis’s hair, his cock buried in her mouth, her eyes wide and watery but locked on his like she wanted to drown in him.
He stared down at her, chest heaving. His control was a thread, a single, snapping thread.
“You want to use that throat so bad?” he said, voice low and ragged, his usual smooth tone shredded into something feral. “You want to make me lose my fcking mind?”
Her cheeks hollowed, lips stretched tight around him as she took him deeper in response, and he growled, a real, dangerous sound that rumbled from deep in his chest.
“Fck.” His fingers tightened in her hair, and then he dragged her mouth off him again, slowly, letting her breath hit his wet cock as it slipped out with another wet pop.
She blinked, dazed, mouth open and glistening.
“You really don’t know what you just did, do you?” he muttered, eyes flashing. “You think you can just crawl under my desk and touch me like that?”
He stood suddenly, chair scraping back hard. His belt was halfway undone. He didn’t care.
In one motion, he grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled, eyes wide, flushed all over. She didn’t resist.
“You want my cock in your throat?” he snarled, yanking her close. “Then that’s exactly where it’s going.”
Her breath hitched. She didn’t speak, couldn't, but her body arched into him like she needed this.
His hand slipped around her throat, thumb brushing over her pulse.
“So soft,” he muttered, eyes roaming over her mouth and neck. “So warm. Bet you’d cry if I fcked your throat properly. Bet you'd let me ruin it.”
He backed her against the desk.
Not gently.
“You don’t get to tease me princess,” he whispered into her ear, voice dark and trembling. “You chose this. You dropped to your knees like a fcking offering. And now I’m going to wreck your fucking throat .”
He pushed her down, not too rough, but not careful either. She followed eagerly, eyes shimmering, tongue peeking out to wet her lips.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he growled.
She did.
And he didn’t wait.
He slid back in, deeper this time, groaning as her throat flexed around him.
“Look at you,” he muttered, hips rolling forward slowly. “So sexy. So fcking obedient. You were made for this. Made for me.”
His grip in her hair tightened as he began to thrust, shallow at first, then harder.
Genesis whimpered but not from pain.
Her throat bobbed, swallowing him, her eyes fluttering. Tears spilled over her cheeks, and her hands clutched at his thighs, holding him there like she wanted to be destroyed.
And Kieran?
Kieran was gone.
“This mouth,” he hissed, dragging his cock out slowly, watching the spit connect her lips to him. “I’m never letting anyone else have it. You hear me?”
She nodded, pupils blown wide, spit trailing down her chin.
“I’ll ruin it,” he said, sliding back in. “Every fcking day if I have to. Until your throat knows who it belongs to.”
Her mouth clung to him, throat working around his cock like it was made to swallow him whole. Kieran gripped her hair tightly, hips jerking uncontrollably now, his control shattered.
“Fck, baby, don’t stop,” he growled, voice low and wrecked. Her eyes fluttered, hands gripping his thighs like she needed to hold on or drown in the moment.
He felt it building, hot, sharp, uncontrollable pleasure surging through his spine. His legs trembled.
“Fck, Genesis, I’m gonna…..”
He didn’t even finish the warning.
With one final thrust, he sank deep into her throat and came, groaning as his release spilled hot and heavy inside her. Her throat tightened, choking slightly—but she didn’t move.
She stayed.
She swallowed every drop.
He stared down at her, dazed, as she looked up at him with glassy eyes, face flushed, lips stretched around him—beautiful and utterly filthy.
Then she pulled back, mouth slipping off him with a wet pop, a string of spit still connecting them. Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks burned pink. And she smiled sweetly, like she didn’t just wreck him in the middle of a meeting.
Kieran swore under his breath. He wasn’t even done catching his breath when his cock twitched again, already hardening back up.
“Get the fck up,” he growled, grabbing her wrist.
She stood, legs unsteady, and before she could blink, he spun her around and bent her over his desk, pressing her chest down with one firm hand.
Her skirt rose easily…..no panties.
Of course.
She had taken it off before coming to him and placed it on the chair, hiding it.
He grabbed her head, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“You know I respect you, adore you, Princess?”
She held his gaze, breath shaky, and nodded once.
He leaned in, voice rough against her ear. “Good. Because for the next thirty minutes, I won’t be gentle. I won’t be respectful.”
His hand dragged over the curve of her bare ass, fingers spreading slightly. “And you’re going to take every second of it.”
He lined himself up behind her, his cock slick with her spit, and pressed the head against her soaked folds.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he growled, rubbing his tip against her entrance.
She looked back, eyes wide, flushed, nodding silently.
“You want more?”
She nodded again, more desperate now.
Kieran leaned over her, lips brushing her ear.
“Too bad, little one,” he whispered darkly. “You’re not getting more. You’re getting ruined.”
And with one hard thrust, he slammed into her, deep, filling her completely in one stroke. Her body jerked forward, spilling things off the table, her breath caught, and she arched back into him as he gripped her hips like a man possessed.
“Mine,” he snarled, starting to move, rough, punishing. “All. Fcking. Mine.”