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My cheeks heat as I nod, my heart hammering in my chest as he orders me to stay put. I count the seconds, the milliseconds if I could, until he returns. His assured steps halt at my back, where the cool tickle of the chain is draped before he wraps it around my neck. The invisible weight leaves my shoulders the moment I hear it click into place. “I never wanted to be anything but yours, Warrick.”

“I know, baby.”

This time, when I smile, I don’t need to turn around to know he is too. I can feel it the way I can feel his heat as he squats behind me, wrapping me in his arms before he lifts me from the floor, setting me in front of the fire. Wrapped in him, always wrapped in him.

There's nowhere else either of us would ever want to be.

Chapter forty

To own is to… Fall

Warrick

“…the quarterly reports no dip in sales despite the…”

Pup gags as she takes my cock deeper, my hand tightening around her collar underneath the desk in warning. If the board from Dydicon notices, they rightly keep quiet about it. Good thing, too; it wouldn’t be productive to kill off most of the board members under my employ. I may be a god among men in my world, but the front I enacted years ago, putting myself in better standing than others in the inner circle, is still very much up for public scrutiny. My eyes are unfocused on the video call, my jaw clenched as Pup's wet, hot mouth bobs up and down on my length. My breath shunts out of me as she bottoms me out in her throat, and my eyes damn near fucking cross, my hand slapping out to kill the camera and mic.

“Pup…” I growl in warning before going live again.

The insatiable little thing moansloudly, the sound muffled by my cock. I lean back in my seat, her doe eyes filled with tears as she drools. She’s aslobbering, wonton mess, grinding her thighs together, because my good girl knows better than to touch herself without my permission. Considering she crawled in here unprompted during an importing meeting, ignoring several warnings, and swallowed my dick…as wonderful as it feels, that doesn’t constitute good behavior. When she swallows again, it takes everything I have to maintain an air of indifference as my balls tighten, my cum spurting out in jets, making her gag before coughing, again, loudly. One of the cameras, a woman in her late fifties, almost tighter wound than me, goes dark, leaving the board meeting during the middle of someone’s presentation. I think my eyesdocross as I exit the conference call, the sensation of her choking and coughing around my length sending me into fucking orbit. I take a few moments to even remember why in the hell she should be reprimanded for this as her struggle settles. My hand is on her collar, keeping her throat full when she tries to pull back.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My voice is husky, even to my own ears as I lean back, watching her eyes widen. “You wanted my cock, my attention, so badly, and now you have it, little pet.”

She tries to shake her head, whimpering, her manicured nails digging into my thighs. I frown, taunting her before a smirk pulls up the corner of my lips. “Sweet pup, I bet your poor jaw is aching. Does it hurt, baby?”

She nods gently, tears filling those pretty eyes, but still, her grinding hasn’t slowed.

“Then it’s unfortunate you won’t be able to move for quite some time. I need to check the numbers on this report. My work is far from done, and since you were so desperate to swallow me, you’re going to sit there like the little cock pocket you are until I’m done.”

She moans around my length, drool and cum leaking out from around her swollen lips. My heart clenches in the odd way it does around her. Whether she’s coming, sleeping, eating, or doing literally anything else under the sun, she’s stunning. I’m thoroughly enamored, utterly in fucking love with this woman. It has only been a few weeks since she returned, and already, she has breathed life into not only me, but these dark walls. She has made a lifetime of guilt, andlifetime of shame and miserable responsibility seem…less daunting when it sits on my shoulders. When she sighs—because you can be a brat and a good girl at the same time—laying her head on my thigh, I groan. She’s sucking lightly, using my cock as a pacifier, and I already know this is more punishing myself than her. I don’t know if she’s doing it to try and clear the mess she’s made, to agitate me, or just because she enjoys it, but if she stops, I’m not too proud to ask her to continue.

Nicely, even.

Maybe.

As we navigate this new level of our relationship, I’ve quickly gleaned she’s rarely interested in kindness. She seems to like me brutal and domineering. She likes the harshness, likes being thedogjust as much as shelivesfor being my pup. Which works amazingly for me, as gentle isn’t something that comes to me naturally. The other night, she grew tired of my doting and coddling and proceeded to roughly bite the ever-loving shit out of me, entirely unprompted, before fleeing from the lounge like it had just caught fire.

She didn’t get far.

I’m halfway through the report when Stuart knocks, letting himself into my office and immediately carrying on about something. I try to pay attention, I really do, but Pup is sucking at my cock again, only harder, no doubt to spite him. I’m not sure how I feel about getting my cock sucked so she can piss off another man, but I’m growing in her mouth, and when she rolls her tongue over the head of my dick, my thoughts evacuate.

“We made all the correct moves in the days after your little…executionof the Bloom heads. Their guards were down, reeling. We have everything we need to take to the other houses—"

“Then do so.” I clench my jaw, my eyes darting to hers, the mischievous glint there.

Stuart looks like he’s seconds from blowing a gasket. “Yes… Obviously, as the head of the offending house, you’ll need to plead your case to avoid—”

I nod, my eyes finding hers again as her hand dips dangerously close to her cunt.

No,I tell her with my eyes, and she dips her hand closer.

“…your pet has failed to do her chores now…two days in a row, isn’t it, Chloe?” Stuart shifts, his arms crossed as he leans against the door.

Her eyes widen with indignation, coming off my cock with an audiblepop.“Hey!”

“Is that so, Pup?”

“You said I don’t have to do them anymore!” She argues.

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