Mr. Parker remained in his chair, admiring Addison as she quickly disrobed, laying her clothing neatly on the chair before kneeling beside his desk, her body open to him as she presented herself.
That was when I noticed the small butterfly tattoo on her left hip. There was something about that little design that made me want to lick it.
“Very pretty,” he said with sincere approval in his tone.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker.”
“Now, I’m going to give you two choices,” he said, his eyes never leaving her face. “You can either hop up here on my desk, pull your knees into your chest, and let my pup lick your delectable pussy until you come or…”
I waited right along with Addison to hear what the second option was.
“You can return the favor my pup gave you this morning by giving him a hand job.”
The silence sat heavy in the air for a few seconds.
“I’d like to give Mr. Snowden a hand job, if it pleases you, Mr. Parker.”
“It pleases me very much.” Mr. Parker’s gaze then shot to me. “I want you to strip and lie on my desk so I have a front row seat.”
It wouldn’t have mattered if I’d preferred anything other than what Mr. Parker offered; there was no way I could defy him. It wasn’t in my nature. I had never in my life submitted to anyone but him, and when it came to Mr. Parker, I would do anything he asked of me.
Which was the very reason I stood, then slowly removed my clothes, laying them next to Addison’s before I perched on the sturdy wooden desk, reclining with my hands behind my head.
My cock was already standing tall, eagerly awaiting her soft, smooth fingers.
“He’s ready when you are, little rebel.”
Addison got to her feet and moved around to my right side. Mr. Parker remained in his desk chair on my left.
“What do you think of his cock, little rebel?”
“It’s…beautiful,” she said, the words whispered almost reverently as her small hands closed around my shaft.
I hissed out a breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “Are my hands cold?”
“Not at all, precious,” I assured her. “Your touch simply makes me feel good.”
She smiled over at me as she once again fisted my cock.
“Take your time,” Mr. Parker instructed when her hands began picking up speed. “It’s all about the buildup.”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.” Addison’s words trembled, her breathing ramping up. She was clearly turned on by this.
As was I, obviously. My cock throbbed beneath her ministrations.
“While you’re doing that, why don’t you tell me what my pup did to you this morning after I left your apartment.”
I glanced at Addison, noticing the way her eyes widened and her lips parted as she stared back at Mr. Parker.
“I… He…” She moaned softly. “Mr. Snowden finger-fucked me until I came.”
Yeah. Those words alone made my dick twitch.
“Squeeze him more firmly,” Mr. Parker instructed. “You won’t break him, I promise.”
Her hand tightened slightly, but not nearly enough. Mr. Parker’s hand came over hers and together they squeezed my dick firmly, dragging a low, rough groan from my chest.
“He likes that,” Mr. Parker told her.
“What else does he like?” she asked, her voice raspy.
“He likes to have the head kissed.”
Son of a bitch.
“Should I do that now, Mr. Parker?” she asked.
“Please.”
Addison leaned over as I watched her intently. Her lips pursed and she pressed them to the very tip, her warm breath fanning over the sensitive head.
“Like that?” she asked.
“Just like that. Do it again,” Mr. Parker instructed.
The sweet girl pressed her lips to the head of my dick more firmly and my balls tightened up in response. She was going to make me come if she wasn’t careful. Unfortunately, Mr. Parker hadn’t given me permission to come.
And for some reason, I didn’t think he was going to, either.
Seventeen
ADDISON
MR. SNOWDEN HAD THE MOST beautiful cock I’d ever seen.
Also the largest. He was so big, when I wrapped my fingers around him, they didn’t touch. Granted, I had relatively small hands, but seriously. The man had a giant cock.
And I was kissing it.
I wanted to do more than that, but I was cognizant of what Mr. Parker was allowing me to do.
Ever since this morning when Mr. Snowden had so graciously offered me a mind-blowing orgasm with his finger alone, I’d been thinking about him constantly.
Well, both of them, to be fair.
The fact that Mr. Parker so thoroughly punished me—which still resonated with me—hadn’t deterred me in the least. For whatever reason, I was inundated by them. Working in the same office didn’t help, either.
Not that I wanted to stop thinking about them. I was happier than I’d been in a really long time and it wasn’t something I even worried about. This was new and exciting and I had that telltale tingle in my belly to prove it. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually looked forward to something. But all day, I’d looked forward to the next minute and the one after that. I was so happy it was hard not to smile all the time.
