Page 89 of Moonlit Thorns

“I’m glad about that,” she says. “I’m just worried there will be some kind of backlash for you, and it will all be because of me.”

“There’s no backlash, Anabelle. What I did was legal, and even if it weren’t, let’s be honest, I could make any problems go away.”

“If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, fuck Preston Wallace then.”

I chuckle. I love Anabelle’s dirty mouth on the rare occasion it makes an appearance. My dick stirs in my pants. “I have a video conference call in five minutes. What do you say we celebrate?”

One of the other great things about Anabelle is that she can always tell when I’m slipping into dominant mode. I don’t even have to tell her, she just seems to know. And it’s obvious to me that she can tell now too, with the way her back arches a bit.

“What did you have in mind, sir?”

I grin at her. “Crawl over to me.”

As I knew would be the case, there’s zero hesitation from her. She simply slides off her chair onto all fours and crawls across the large room to me. I watch her every movement the way a lion might watch a zebra while stalking it.

By the time she’s near my desk, my cock is rock-hard and straining the fabric of my pants. I use my feet to roll my chair back a bit.

“Now get under the desk.”

“Yes, sir.” She crawls into the space between my desk and me and settles on her knees, awaiting further instructions.

I reach down and run my hand over her head a few times as I might praise a pet. “Now take out my cock.”

She licks her lips. “Yes, sir.”

She undoes my belt, then the button on my dress pants before she slides down the zipper. It takes some work, but she manages to get my boxers down enough to rest under my balls. I’m sure she’s expecting me to order her to give me head, but instead I let her sit there for a few minutes while I pull up the email on my computer that has the link to the meeting I’m due in.

Her breathing picks up, and the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils. My dick twitches, and she makes a small noise in the back of her throat. I grin as I click the link to enter the video chat.

We all say a brief hello, then I get things started. “Joseph, why don’t you start us off and go through the pertinent parts of the latest report?”

“Sure thing.” He starts his monologue.

I hit the mute button. I keep my gaze on the computer screen pretending to be completely enthralled by the fourth quarter forecasts. “Now suck my cock, pet.”

“Yes, sir.”

Her tiny hand wraps around the base of my cock, though not all the way around, and her lips slide over the head. I groan as the wet heat seeps in, and she uses her tongue to increase the sensation.

The background noise of Anabelle’s slurping and choking on my cock has me hard as steel while attempting to keep my face impassive.

When Joseph is finished with his report, I place my hand on the top of Anabelle’s head while she’s on a downstroke. She understands that means she has to stop for a moment and be quiet.

I unmute myself. “Thanks, Joseph. Those forecasts look good. Sam, what do you have?” I mute myself again as Sam starts his report on the risk assessment of another company we’re thinking of taking over.

I’m not in the mood to prolong things anymore. With my eyes still on the screen, I say, “Make me come, Anabelle. And if you do it quickly, I’ll reward you when I’m off this call.”

She knows just what to do. She sucks on my balls while twisting her fist on the end of my dick. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge of explosion.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Anabelle returns her mouth to the head of my cock, and her hand jerks my shaft. It’s a Herculean effort to keep my face passive, but if anyone else in the meeting suspects something, they don’t let on.

I groan and buck my hips, emptying myself down her throat. Chancing a glance, I watch as she licks her lips and wipes her chin with the back of her hand.

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