Page 8 of Leverage & Obedience

I knock and walk in without him telling me to. He’s behind his desk in a charcoal shirt, and the door clicks shut behind me with the sound my body has already decided meansgame on.

“Lock it, and come here.”

I do, and his eyes track me the whole way. When I stop in front of him, he leans back in his chair. He’s not in a hurry.

“Get on your knees.”

My pussy clenches, and I drop. I guess I know which hole he wants. I’m the slut who is about to give her boss a blowjob at 9:55 on a Tuesday morning.

He unbuckles his belt and frees his cock. Mmm, I had him between my tits and stuffed in my pussy yesterday, but the sight of his thick cock still makes my mouth water.

His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “Open.”

My lips part, and I wrap my hand around the base and lean in. I lick a slow stripe from base to tip, tasting salt and skin. His thigh tenses under my free palm. A zing of bliss runs straight to my core.

“Good girl. Take your time.”

I drag my tongue along the underside, tracing the veins I admired yesterday. Then I kiss the head and pull back, just to look. He’s gorgeous and mine for however long it takes me to make him come.

I close my lips over the head and suck, hollowing my cheeks. He shudders and groans as he threads his fingers into my hair. He’s too thick to fit comfortably, but I don’t care. I bob my head, unconcerned about the wet sounds as I suck on him.

“Such a good cocksucker.” His voice is gravel. “Just like that.”

Pleasure swirls in my core at the filthy praise, and I look up at him. He’s watching his cock disappear between my lips, and I’d smile if my mouth wasn’t full of his cock.

He groans, “Fuck,” and his hands tighten in my hair, pulling against my scalp.

I suck harder and deep throat him. My eyes water, but I don’t stop. I’m determined to give him the best blow job ever.

“Here it is. Swallow.”

I tighten my lips around him, and his hips jerk as he comes on my tongue in hot pulses. The taste is salty and sweet, with a hint of musk. I swallow every drop because that’s the assignment.

When he softens, I ease off, and smile up at him.

“You’re beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He pulls me up and kisses me slowly. He clearly doesn’t mind tasting himself on my tongue. When he breaks the kiss, he hands me a water bottle from the drawer.

“Stay hydrated. You pleased me again.”

A warm glow envelops me, and “Yes, sir” is all I can manage.

I float back to my desk on legs that have privately resigned. At 10:17 a.m., I sit down at my computer with the taste of him in my mouth and the imprint of the carpet on my knees. The intercom will buzz again. I will answer.

Chapter 3

My knees know this carpet now.

That’s my first thought as I sit down Wednesday morning. It’s been over a week, and the arrangement has me biting my lip every time I walk past Bren’s door. I pull the Haverford file toward me, and I’m definitely not thinking about the spot under his desk that my knees recognize. I’m thinking about loan schedules, which are a disaster.

I spread them across my desk in neat stacks and cross-reference them against the property appraisals. Ten minutes in, the problem is clear. Whoever organized this before me used a filing system that can only be described as “vibes.”

I find the original closing documents and rebuild the folder from scratch. By the time I’m done, the timeline tracks and the summary sheet matches what’s inside.

Satisfaction simmers in my gut as I lean back and admire my work. It’s good. Damn good.

Eight days ago, I was on my knees in Bren’s office with his cock in my mouth. Now I’m color-coding loan schedules and proud of myself for it. The two-roles thing is getting easier to manage, which probably says something unflattering about my ability to compartmentalize, but here we are. Every day he summons me, and the woman who just rebuilt the Haverford file turns into the sluttiest version of herself. I’m just over here, living my best life.

The arrangement has settled into a rhythm. Every morning, he walks past my desk, gives me a professional “hello,” and my stomach flips. I smile sweetly and pretend I’m not already wet. I answer phones, prep files, handle his calendar. At some point, the intercom buzzes or he appears in my cubicle with a perfectly innocent request, and twenty minutes later, I’m bent over his desk getting spanked or on my knees with his cock in my mouth. He even pressed me against the wall and fucked me with his hand over my mouth one time. Afterward, there’s a protein bar and water. I always end up in his lap, and I’m starting to suspect that’s more for him than me.