“That’s not how good girls ask, Nora. Are you being a naughty little kitten?” He’s taunting me, but I know the way his voice cracks that he’s toppling over the edge too.
“Mr. King, please? Please may I come? Your cock feels so good. I’ll do anything. Please! Oh fu-”
With a final thrust, and without permission, I collapse onto the desk, and my traitorous pussy clenches around Becker’s dick. “Yes. Come. Fuck, Nora. Fuck. You’re so wet and tight.”
I gasp, trying to collect as much air into my lungs as I can when he pulls out and squirts hot cum on my lower back. “Thank you, Mr. King. Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome, baby girl.”
Becker presses a kiss to my back, then walks around his desk. He opens a drawer and pulls out a tiny metal–oh, shit. “That’s a butt plug.”
He laughs at my shocked reaction. “It is.” Walking around the desk, he returns to my back, and runs the cool metal along the top of my ass, coating it in his semen, no doubt. “Play with yourself while I get it in.”
I fall back onto the desk, doing as I’m told. Soon, the cool sensation is at my hole and he’s pushing it in. I groan, squeezing my eyes shut through the pain, but it goes in much easier than I expected.
“You have two minutes to get used to it and get under the desk before the hotel and casino managers arrive.”
“Yes, Sir.” I scramble, trying to compose myself. I adjust my dress, though it doesn’t matter because it’s just going to ride up again when I climb under his desk.
“Don’t make me come, Nora. You just suck it until I’m hard again and you stop. Any time I’m getting soft again, you can suck.”
“Okay,” I nod. He hands me a bottle of water and then there’s a knock at the door.
Becker presses a quick kiss to my mouth and heads for the door and I climb under his desk.
I hear the crack of the door opening, then Becker’s voice greeting someone. “Ms. Sanchez, Mr. Jenson. Come in.”
“Good evening, Mr. King,” Jenson says.
“Hello, Becker. How was your flight?” The woman’s voice is soft. She seems comfortable with Becker.
“Long,” Becker says. “Have a seat.” There’s rustling, and some footsteps, then Becker is sitting at his desk, shiny black dress shoes in my face.
I squirm on the floor, trying to get comfortable as he scoots his chair in. I press my head against his leg, resting for a moment until he talks again, and then my only focus is on him as he drags his cock out of the already unzipped pants.
I kiss the tip, and he moves his hands to the top of the desk. Whatever they’re talking about isn’t processed. Not as I slowly open my mouth and suck him in, my tongue swirling along his veins until he’s hard inside of my mouth.
He said to stop whenever he gets hard, but I can’t help myself. I keep sucking and stifle a moan when he twitches. After a moment, his hand reaches down and he tugs at my hair in a quiet warning to stop.
If I could, I would pout, but I release him from my mouth. We do this for at least an hour when finally Becker’s voice rumbles a dismissal. When the door closes, he’s scooting his chair back and helping me up.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“Like I have a metal rod stuck up my ass.”
He chuckles. “Come on. We’ll go up to the room and clean up.”
“You had me wear this skanky cocktail dress and you’re not even going to let me play the slots?”
“Tomorrow, baby. Tonight, I’m going to teach you how to play strip poker.”
Becker’s lips are peppering my neck and face with kisses while I look past him to the painting above his desk. A King of Hearts, with a dagger bleeding through the red heart.
A lump forms in my throat because that’s exactly how I feel around him. Like he’s holding my bleeding heart. “I… I love you, Beck.”
“I love you too, Nora.”
Epilogue