Office Politics

Chapter Nine : Office Politics 

Nova POV 

“Sir?”

Did he just say what I think I heard?

“I don’t repeat myself.”

Usually, when a character says this in a novel, it ends with the male’s hand wrapped around the female’s throat like a choking necklace while she writhes beneath him.

But this is an office space and not just any office space. The room is decked with cameras, and the walls are transparent glass.

As much as I identify as a closeted freak, there are limits to the risks I’m willing to take, and any form of pleasure without proper protection might lead to regret.

“We are in a public environment, Mr. Calloway,” 

I tried pleading, Maybe that would work. 

“If memory serves me right…”

His fingers tapped rhythmically against the Elegant golden cufflinks on his other wrist, his gaze locked on me like I’m prey he’s about to devour.

Under other circumstances, my panties would be in a wet bunch, but right now, I feel anything but pleasure.

“That didn’t stop you the last time, Ms. Hart. And please, don’t tell me you’re shy.”

Oh, boy… I deserved punishment for drenching him with coffee and creamy pasta, but this — this is not what I imagined when I pictured the consequences of my actions earlier.

This is not the time to form uptight and holy. I already gave him a blowjob once; no amount of pretense or shyness can save me from his clutches.

“How about we do this when we get home?”

A girl can hope, right? Besides, negotiations aren’t supposed to hurt.

“The coffee stains and accident didn’t happen at home, now did they?”

“Grant, please—”

He held up a hand to silence me. I swallowed heavily, dreading the words about to come out of his mouth.

“It’s Mr. Calloway if you work under me. I don’t mix business with familiarity.”

Really? Isn’t it supposed to be mix business with pleasure..? which is exactly what he’s doing? Beggars can’t be choosers, for real.

“Now, since you feel too important to kneel and take the punishment you deserve, maybe it’s best I let HR handle this. You can go.”

HR? As in Human Resources? As in Aaron Smith? the same man who publicly humiliated me and is hell-bent on making my life in this office a living hell?

Hell. No.

A blowjob caught on camera in a transparent office doesn’t seem like a bad idea compared to being at the mercy of a demonic devil like Aaron Smith.

I quickly moved between his spread legs and knelt, my hands nervously working at the heavy leather belt holding his trousers.

You only live once. You only die once.

“It’s my utmost pleasure to take you in my mouth, Mr. Calloway.”

He smirked smugly, his grey eyes twinkling with mischief. Shivers ran down my spine.

“Who said anything about taking me in your mouth?”

His voice locked me in place, making me hyperaware of his closeness. That smile, intensely masculine and every inch of him screamed Alpha energy.

He tapped a button almost hidden beneath his desk, and the lights in his office dimmed. Before I could figure out how, he clicked another, and blinds slid into place from nowhere, covering the glass and creating a reinforced shield of privacy.

“Now… where did I stop?”

I swallowed again, still on my knees between his legs.

His large hand cupped the side of my head. I almost leaned into the warmth, but I knew better than to give in while danger lurked around it.

“Yes. Pleasing me.”

He smiled darkly, his thumb pressing my lower lip down while his other fingers circled my cheek slowly. It was almost sweet — almost.

“How about you show me your tits? Let’s see what we have there.”

The heat in my reddened cheeks, whether from embarrassment or expectation, it crawled down to my pussy, and I could already feel it getting wet.

My switch from nervous to horny in this office needs to be studied.

Ignoring the shy voice in my head, I unbuttoned my sweater to reveal the tank top underneath, folding it up immediately.

My half bra was in full view. Before I could take my breasts out, his voice stopped me.

“Good girl.”

Like a switch being flipped, Sultry Nova came out in full force.

I bit the edge of my lower lip slowly, pushing my chest upward. I wanted his hands on me.

“Yes, sir,” I moaned in a voice I didn’t know I had. I guess the right mood can do a lot to a reserved person like me.

“And good girls get rewarded.”

This is a dream come true. He is about to reward me. I get to enjoy his praise.

“Yes Sir .”

His large hand caressed my hair in response.

“Good.”

His calloused hand slipped into my bra to cup my breasts. Once exposed to the cool air, my nipples puckered instantly.

Twisting one between his thumb and forefinger, I couldn’t help but moan loudly.

This felt better than any self-pleasuring I’d done.

I threw my head back, the pleasure too much to endure in silence. My moans spilled out, threatening to escape the office.

Grant swapped focus from one nipple to the other, his tugs getting rougher, exactly how I liked it. God knows I hate it slow.

The wetness between my legs demanded attention, but when my hand moved toward it, he slapped it away.

“I do the touching.”

His no-nonsense voice was steady and clear, unlike mine which were clouded with lust. I only nodded.

He swiftly unbuckled his belt, releasing his hardened, thick cock. It sprang free, enjoying its release.

The tip was red, thick, and glistening with precum. Before I could guess his next move, he pushed it into the tight ridge between my breasts.

“Hold them together and don’t release them until I say so.”

I aimed to please, like the good girl I was. All those eroticas I’d devoured had prepared me for this.

I adjusted so he could slide in and out with no discomfort.

“Good girl.”

Before I could moan, the door handle rattled.

Grant didn’t stop. He kept moving between the warm ridge of my breasts.

Maybe they’d give up when they saw the locked door. 

Also… where was his secretary? 

And Mr. Smith? 

No one in this office would just walk in without knocking, right?

The pleasure between my legs intensified. I guided my breasts tighter around him, matching his pace.

Just as I was about to get lost in the haze, keys jingled in the lock. Before I could process, the door swung open.

“Surprise!!”

A dramatic, feminine voice rang out.