Chapter 2 - DRIPPING WET FOR MY BOSS 2

My breath caught sharply in my throat as Damien’s words hung in the air between us.

“Now get on your knees.”

The command was low, rough, and left no room for argument. My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. This was really happening, I had just signed my body over to the most dangerous man in the city, and now he was demanding I prove it.

For a second, I hesitated, my thighs trembling. A tiny voice in the back of my mind screamed that this was insane – that I should grab my bag and run before I crossed a line I could never come back from. But that voice was drowned out by the loud, insistent throbbing between my legs. My pussy was soaked, my clit swollen and aching, and every inch of my skin felt sensitive, like even the air in his office was teasing me. I have been dreaming of this day for weeks and now that its right here but I was shaking.

I slowly sank to my knees on the soft carpet, my pencil skirt riding up my thighs. The position made me feel small and exposed, but also strangely powerful in the most twisted way. Damien towered over me, his dark eyes burning with hunger as he looked down at me.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending a fresh rush of wetness flooding my panties. “Look at you… already so obedient. I like that.”

His long fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness. The metallic sound seemed impossibly loud in the quiet office. He unzipped his trousers and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out heavy and thick, the head already glistening with a bead of precum. He was even bigger than I had imagined in my filthy dreams– long, veined, and perfectly shaped. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Open your mouth, Elena,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding. One hand slid into my hair, gripping just tight enough to guide me. “I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around me.”

I parted my lips obediently, my tongue darting out to wet them. The moment the silky head of his cock touched my lower lip, a soft moan escaped me. He tasted like salt and sweat, and the scent of him, clean skin mixed with that expensive cologne made my head spin with lust. I wrapped my lips around the tip, sucking gently at first, letting my tongue swirl around the sensitive underside.

“Fuck,” Damien groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “That’s it. Just like that. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this mouth.”

“What? He did? Has he also been dreaming about me? Maybe he does recognize me afterall.” I thought and took him deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked harder. He was so thick that my jaw ached almost immediately, but I didn’t care. I wanted to please him. I wanted to hear more of those low, filthy sounds he made. My hands came up to rest on his powerful thighs, feeling the hard muscle flex beneath his trousers as he started to rock his hips gently, feeding me more of his cock.

“Fuckkk, take me…” he groaned.

The wet, obscene sounds of my sucking filled the office. Saliva began to drip down my chin, but I kept going, taking him as deep as I could until he bumped against the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but the slight discomfort only made my pussy clench harder. I was dripping so much I could feel it starting to trickle down my inner thighs.

“You look so fucking perfect on your knees,” he rasped, his voice rough with pleasure. “Sucking your boss’s cock like a good little whore. Is this what you were dreaming about when you touched yourself last night?”

I moaned loudly around his shaft, the vibration making him twitch against my tongue. How did he know? The thought that he might have imagined me like this sent another wave of shame and arousal crashing through me. I should have felt humiliated, but instead it only turned me on more.

Damien began to thrust a little deeper, fucking my mouth with slow but deep strokes. “That’s right, take it all. Relax your throat for me. I’m going to train this pretty mouth until you can swallow every inch.”

His dirty words made my inner walls flutter desperately. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to find some relief for the aching need between my legs, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. My nipples were so hard they hurt, rubbing against the lace of my bra with every movement of my head.

I pulled back slightly to catch my breath, my lips shiny and swollen, a thick string of saliva connecting me to his cock. I looked up at him through my lashes, my voice shaky with lust. “Sir… I’ve never done this before. Not like this.”

A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips. “That’s even better. I love breaking in innocent little things like you. Now open wider.”

He guided me back onto his cock, pushing deeper this time. I gagged softly when he hit the back of my throat, but he held me there for a moment, letting me adjust. “Breathe through your nose, baby. Good girl… just like that.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I forced myself to relax, swallowing around him. The praise that fell from his lips made me feel drunk with need.

“Fuck, your throat feels incredible,” he growled, his hips moving faster now. “So tight and hot. I’m going to cum down this pretty throat soon, and you’re going to swallow every drop like the obedient little secretary you are.”

My pussy spasmed at his words. I was so close to the edge just from sucking him that it was embarrassing. My hips rocked slightly on their own, seeking friction that wasn’t there. I wanted him inside me so badly it hurt.

Damien’s breathing grew ragged. His hand tightened in my hair as his thrusts became shorter and more urgent. “That’s it… suck harder. I’m close.”

I doubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue to stroke every vein. My jaw ached, my knees hurt from kneeling on the carpet too long but none of it mattered. All I could focus on was the thick cock stretching my mouth and the filthy sounds Damien was making above me.

Suddenly, he pulled me off his cock with a wet pop. I gasped for air, lips parted, chin messy with saliva. His cock throbbed angrily in front of my face, shiny and slick from my mouth, the head dark and swollen. I tried getting back on my feet but his words dragged me back onto the ground.

“Not yet,” he growled, voice strained with lust and sin. His thumb brushed over my swollen lower lip, wiping away some of the mess. “I’m not wasting my cum down your throat tonight. I want to see how dripping wet that tight cunt is for me first.”

He reached down, grabbed my arms, and pulled me roughly to my feet. My legs were shaking so badly I almost collapsed against his chest. He steadied me with one strong hand on my waist, the other tilting my chin up so I had to look into his dark, burning eyes.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. “Bend over my desk. I’m taking that hot pussy right now.”

My heart started beating faster Heat flooded my entire body as his words sank in, this was really happening right here, right now.

I turned slowly, my hands trembling as I placed them on the cool mahogany surface of his desk. I could feel him behind me, tall and powerful, his hard cock pressing against my ass through my skirt.

Damien’s hands slid up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher until it bunched around my waist. His fingers hooked into my soaked panties and yanked them down in one rough motion, leaving me completely exposed bent over his desk.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned, his palm smoothing over my bare ass. “Soaking wet and dripping for your boss already. This tight little cunt is mine.”

He leaned over me, his chest against my back, lips brushing my ear as he whispered hotly:

“Spread your legs wider, Elena. I’m going to ruin you tonight.”