The moment I shut the door, Charli said, "Was I good?"
I whirled around in shock.
She grinned at me. "I think I was since I totally had you convinced, too."
"B-but---"
"Yes, I know, you're grateful. Now everyone really knows you're not going to get special treatment. And by the way, great report."
I was still shell-shocked when I went back to my cubicle. My phone beeped, and I knew immediately it was Constantijin.
What happened?
Charli taught me a really good lesson. Everything's cool – don't worry.
Glad to hear that. Tonight, I have a lesson for you to learn as well.
Oh dear. That sounds very bad.
We can start now if you want.
NO.
Come here. I miss you.
No! Office hours!
My phone rang. Constantijin purred from the other end of the line. "If you are not here under one minute, I'm coming there, and I'm going to kiss you in front of your lovely lady colleagues. Arian will hate you more, and she'll sabotage your reports again---"
"I'm coming, you ass!"
Day Four
"You told me you'd be home by tonight." I pouted at the iPad, deliberately bending close to the screen so he could see more of my cleavage, which was enhanced by my silky nightgown. Honestly, I was blushing all the while I did it, but I wanted to punish him.
"Sweetheart, you are cruel." Constantijin's voice was strangled.
I grinned, leaning back so he could see my face and not just my barely-covered breasts. "I know. It's your fault. I … missed you." I still had a hard time admitting my feelings to him, but this time I couldn't help it. After announcing to the entire company that I was the only woman in his life now, he had to leave for an emergency meeting in Dubai - again.
"I missed you, too. More than you fucking think."
I tried not to giggle. No one was like my Dutch billionaire, with his rude and sweet ways.
"Where are you anyway?" He was surrounded by so much darkness I couldn't quite determine where exactly he was.
"A hotel room," he answered briefly.
"Where are your friends?" Constantijin had no choice but to introduce me to the two other men that made up the world's legendary Pussketeers, not when they had more or less gatecrashed our video call last night.
"Out. Watching naked women dance---a gift from an oil sheikh."
I choked. "Don't join them!"
"I won't on one condition."
My eyebrows shot up. "Condition? This isn't something you can---"
"Yanna, strip for me again."
"What?"
"But I miss you so, sweetheart."
I glared at the screen. "No---"
He grinned back. "And this time, I want you to touch yourself as you do."
"NO." This time I couldn't help turning red. Touch myself? Was he for real? I couldn't even say ‘cock' to anyone except him and now he wanted me to touch myself?
"Why not? It turns me on to see you touch yourself."
I gasped. "I can't do that!"
"Why not? Take pity on a starving man, Yanna. I miss you very badly. I can't even focus on my work because I keep thinking about you, spread open under me, taking you with my cock---"
"Constantijin!" I wailed, quickly lowering the volume of my iPad. God, I hoped Alyx was asleep by now. She would never let me live this down.
He sighed. "Next time then. If you do not want to touch yourself, then talk to me instead."
"T-talk like what?" I asked even though I had a feeling I knew where this was going. I also knew I was scared and excited by it.
Constantijin's voice had taken on a purring note, the kind that never failed to do crazy things to my body. "Yanna, you know what I want."
God, I couldn't get enough of him whenever he talked like this – like he knew he was so sexy he was impossible to resist. And he was.
My breath hitched. "I d-don't know what to say."
He whispered ever so softly, "If I say I want to know how it finally feels to feed you my cock, what would you say?"
I squeezed my thighs together, but it was too late. I was wet, so much. Swallowing, I murmured, "Then I'd say I want to know what your cock tastes like." I closed my eyes right after I said the words. Oh my gosh, did I, like, did I freaking, like, just say that?
"And if I were standing next to you, what would you do?"
My eyes closed, I slowly narrated what I could so easily imagine now, the pictures so vivid that more heat invaded my body even as the triangle between my legs became wetter. "I'll … push you to the bed, unbuckle your belt, take off your pants. Everything until you're completely naked."
"And then?"
"Y-you're already hard, but I want you harder. So I'll … I'll caress it between my breasts."
"Are your nipples hard now, Yanna?"
"Yes."
"Good. And after you give me the best fucking boob job in my life, what next?"
"I'll take you into my mouth---"
The door crashed open and I shrieked, and then I shrieked again when I took in the sight of Constantijin standing in the doorway, wearing a black leather jacket, white shirt, and jeans.
"Oh my God, why are you here?" My hands crisscrossed over my body in different ways as I tried to figure out which to hide first.
"Surprise." With a dangerously sexy smile on his lips, he stepped inside my room and kicked the door shut.
Shaking my head in disbelief, I mumbled, "I can't believe you're here. Aren't you supposed to be in Dubai?"
"I took an early flight home and decided to surprise you." He shrugged out off his jacket and hung it next to my bathrobe on the door. "Happy?"
He almost sounded like he was unsure about it and I rolled my eyes. "You really have to ask?"
Constantijin's shoulders moved in an indolent shrug. "Now … " He glanced meaningfully at the bed.
I gulped.
"How do you feel about sucking my cock now?"
My throat went dry, but I couldn't deny how my body leapt at his words. "I … " Closing my eyes for a moment, I said, "That … that sounds fine."
"Then I'm yours."
It took a few more seconds before I could force myself to move and then I was slowly leading him to my bed, which seemed impossibly small for someone his size. When he landed on his butt, I gave him a gentle shove, and he obediently lay on his back.
Conscious of his gaze on me, I did what I said over the phone, starting with unbuckling his belt then pulling it out of the straps. Throwing it to the floor, I moved on to the zipper of his jeans, struggling with it because his cock was already straining for attention underneath it.
"Need some help?" he asked huskily.
I shook my head, frowning in concentration as I finally wrestled his zipper down and proceeded with pulling his jeans off. It joined his belt on the floor, followed by his socks, shoes, and everything else until he was down to his black briefs.
The oxygen level inside my body dipped low as I pulled that last piece of clothing out of the way. His cock jerked up, as if knowing what was next.
"What next?" I whispered.
"Your breasts," Constantijin growled.
Oh, right. I did say that. Right?
Bending down, I slowly pushed my breasts close until his cock was a snug fit in between. I moved up and down, and I felt Constantijin's entire body shudder at the movement. Taking confidence from that, I bent lower, squeezing my breasts closer just as I licked the head of his cock.
Constantijin groaned. "Ah, sweetheart. That was---aaah," he finished with another groan when I took in the entire head with my mouth, tongue swirling around it like a lollipop. The taste of his cock was salty and something else, something totally Constantijin. The pleasure I heard from his voice and felt from the shudders that constantly went through his body fed my own pleasure, giving me a dizzying sense of power.
More assured now, I released my breasts to cup the soft sac underneath and was rewarded by another groan.
"Hold my cock," he growled.
Grasping him with one hand, I squeezed the base of his cock just as I tried to take more of him into my mouth.
"Yes," he gritted out. "More."
I rose up so I could take another few inches.
Constantijin's fingers sifted through my hair before gripping it with delicious roughness. "More, Yanna."
Something inside me thrilled at his demand and I did my best to take more of him, pausing once in a while when I felt my throat closing in protest, unused to taking in something as large as his cock.
When I had all I could take, I began moving my mouth up and down, loving his cock the way I had secretly dreamed of for so long. Constantijin groaned in rhythm with my movements and as his grip on my hair tightened, I instinctively increased my tempo, head bobbing up and down as I sucked him with all I had.
"I'm coming," he said harshly.
I knew he was asking me if I wanted to take in his cum as well, and in that moment I realized I did. I wanted him mine, all mine, and this part of him wouldn't be anyone else's.