Indebted(17)

The papers that were on his desk have fallen to the floor. I gaze down at his jeans. They are undone, but his cock is still tucked inside. I can see the outline of it bulging, begging to be released. I have given a blow job a time or two in my day, nothing compared to what he has probably already received, but it feels wrong to receive and not give.

Slipping from the desk, I drop to my knees. The plush carpet against my legs makes me shiver. His smile slips as I tug his jeans down and release him. His cock springs free like a caged animal.

I bite my lip and then lick him from base to tip. He smells of soap and all man. It is enticing and makes my blood sing. I have never been bad, never done anything wrong in my life, but this man has me wanting to cross off a whole list of bad things.

“Take me…” he rumbles, his hand wringing into my hair as he pulls it tightly. It stings, almost painfully, but at the same time it shakes me to the core. I watch him carefully as my lips slip over his cock, taking almost all of him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the head. His teeth grit, his jaw clenching under pressure.

I can’t help but reach up and trace the planes of his stomach. His muscles constrict with every lick and suck from my mouth.

“Sei e’ angelo.” His words are a whisper, and though I am not sure what he says, it sounds beautiful. I take him deeper into my mouth until he is hitting the back of my throat with precision. His hands clutch my hair tightly, keeping my face up to his. We stare into one another’s eyes until I feel his balls tightening and his movements become jerky.

His eyes close, and for one tiny minute in time, I get to see a part of him that is peaceful, a part of him that shows insecurity. For a moment, he is stripped bare of all other things that he will be for the day. Right now, he is mine, and I am okay with that.

Hot semen hits the back of my throat, and though it taste absolutely disgusting, I swallow every last drop.

He smiles at me like the devil who has just stole my soul. “I underestimated the hold you have on people. On me.” He says the words out loud, but it seems as if he is talking to himself.

“You’re very welcome, Alzerro,” I mock him, coming to stand next to him. His eyes flare with anger and something else, something deep within. I just can’t place the look.

“You should be thanking me.” I cock an eyebrow. Is this man ever not so full of himself?

“I shouldn’t be thanking you. We should be thanking each other,” I respond haughtily. Turning on my heels, I go over to my new closet to find something to wear. Generally, I am modest and shy about my body, but he has already seen my goodies, and his tongue has tasted them…

When I come out with my clothes in hand, he is still standing there staring at me. His finger, the one he dipped inside me over and over again, is in his mouth. He is sucking on it.

“You taste better than some of the finest wines I have had.” His voice is low, and the room smells of sex. I’ll be damned if every thought about not letting him fuck me flies out the window.

“Do I?” I question.

“Yes… And I’m sure you’ll only taste better as time goes on.” Time stands still between us. His words only cause the ache inside of me to grow. My body begs for him, but my mind—my mind knows how fucked up all this is.

“Guess you’ll never know, will you?” I am baiting him. This game is fire. He is dangerous, and I know he can go off at any time.

“Don’t play games with me… Get dressed. I have somewhere I need to take you.” His words are a command. I reach for my clothes to get dressed without thinking. He has that much power...





My body hums with anticipation. It had been hours since I have last seen Zerro. He left me breathless and hot and bothered standing in his room. My hands drift over the tight satin fabric that clings to my body. When he told me to get ready, that we had to go somewhere, I didn’t expect to be dressed up.

I have never looked this sexy in my entire life. My hair is in loose curls that fall softly down my back. The dress is black satin and sparkles in the light. A sweetheart neck line and tight bodice show off every curve.

My makeup is done to perfection; a smoky eye gives way to accenting my eyes. Looking in the full length mirror, I hardly recognize myself.

“Don’t fret, you look beautiful.” His voice is commanding as it always is, pulling everything in the room to his attention.

Still looking in the mirror, I skim a finger across my chest. It is creamy white, and I worry I will stick out like a sore thumb in this black dress.

I turn around, becoming very aware of his presence. He is standing before me in charcoal grey suit with a white buttoned up dress shirt underneath. The first couple buttons are undone, and I can’t pull my eyes from that piece of flesh.