Page 133 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
I pushed all other thoughts out of my head and focused only on Troy and the pleasure he was offering. I fucked his mouth thoroughly, not rushing. He had asked for this and I intended to see it through to the end.
Several minutes later, I picked up my pace. Tightening my grip on his hair, I pulled his face into my groin, lodging my cock in the back of his throat. I held him there momentarily until he gagged. I released him, then did it again and again. His hands remained at his sides, but I paid close attention to his face. It was my responsibility to assess the scene, to ensure he wasn’t taking more than he could handle.
After several more minutes, I pulled free from his mouth and forced him to look up at me.
“Color?”
“Green, Master.” His eyes were glazed, his lips shining with saliva.
“Good. Now I’m gonna fuck your face until I come.”
“Please, Master.”
The plea in his tone nearly leveled me.
Jerking him forward, I fed him my cock again. This time I didn’t go easy on him. I fucked his mouth roughly, trusting him to stop me if necessary. His soft moans had delicious vibrations racing along my shaft. I held out for as long as I could, grunting and groaning as I drove into his mouth hard and fast, my hands tightly wound in his hair.
“Fuck, boy. I’m gonna come,” I groaned roughly. “Swallow me. Swallow me, now!”
The head of my cock lodged in his throat and I jerked as I came in a rush, spilling my seed straight down his throat. When he had milked me dry, I pulled out of his mouth and stared down at him.
I nodded toward the desk and grinned. “Now for the toy I promised you.”
I was still hard, still aching. I knew I would never get enough. Not of him.
And now that it was over, I still wanted Troy.
But I wanted Clarissa also.
And the ache in my chest nearly took me to my knees.
Troy
MY ULTIMATE FANTASY HAD JUST come true for the second time in as many days.
Only now that it was over, I could feel the shift in the air, see the change in Master almost immediately.
Even as he lubed up that damn toy and pressed it against my ass, he was thinking about Clarissa. How I knew that, I wasn’t sure, but I did. She had hurt him by running away. I knew that he’d hurt her, too, with the things he’d said. But the bottom line was, they needed each other. And I needed them.
I knew I had to do something to fix this. They were both being stubborn, and the more time that went by, the greater the chance of them increasing the distance. My boss wasn’t usually a stubborn man. Not in a selfish sense. He was the sort to make informed decisions, thinking things through, not reacting with emotions. However, like most people, he did have walls that he put up to keep certain people out.
Like I’d told Clarissa, everyone wanted something from Master. Everyone. And he deserved people in his life who weren’t there to take from him.
So how did I get her to see reason?
“How does that feel?” he asked, his warmth moving away from my legs. I had been kneeling on the desk, bent over with my head on the wood.
I shifted my ass a little. “Not the most pleasant thing in the world,” I admitted.
He chuckled. “Give it time. You may get dressed, boy,” Trent said. “And bring me my laptop. I’m going to work for a bit.”
“Yes, Master.”
I got to my feet and headed out of the office. He followed behind and slipped into the bathroom.
I dressed quickly, then retrieved his laptop from my bag and delivered it to him when he returned. I quietly closed the door to give him some privacy before making my way back to my seat. I pressed the button to call Jill. When she appeared, I requested coffee for both of us but informed her I would deliver Master’s to him. A few minutes later, she returned with two mugs and a stainless-steel carafe, offering a smile before disappearing once more.
After taking Master his coffee, I returned to my seat and grabbed my iPad and my phone. I checked my text messages. The only one I’d received was from Zeke, informing me they had made it to Clarissa’s mother’s house and all was well.
As for what that meant exactly, I wasn’t sure. And I wasn’t going to question the bodyguard. He knew his job better than I did. Master obviously trusted Zeke to keep her safe, so I did too.
I spent some time going through email and rearranging a few things on Master’s schedule as needed. I also shot a text to the Chicago apartment manager to ensure groceries were delivered. I had moved the timeline up since this was an impromptu visit, but I trusted things to get done.
