Tears slowly began filling my eyes, my cheeks growing hotter by the second.

No way was I going to give in to him. He’d break before I … before I …

“Getting hard to breathe, isn’t it,brat?”

I shook my head, but I was starting to see stars.

“Any second now,” he taunted, “you’re going to give in to me.”

Heat coursed through my body, and I finally opened my mouth wide to suck in a huge breath in an attempt to do it before he could slip inside of me. But the second I opened my mouth, he was already inside me, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

Digging my nails into my palms, I glared up at him through teary eyes and pulled back. But his hands were around the back of my head, holding me in place so I couldn’t move. And with my arms tied behind my back … he had full control.

His gaze was dark, eyes hooded. He shoved as much of his dick into my mouth as he could, and when I couldn’t take any more, he stepped closer to me in order to force another inch or two. The light from the buildings surrounding us flooded in through the large windows, hitting the side of his perfectly sculpted face.

“I’m in control, Heather. Not you.”

“Fuck you,” I gargled on his dick, still gagging.

“We’re going to train this bratty little mouth of yours until you learn not to talk back.”

That would never happen, but he could try.

A moment later, in the middle of my gagging and spitting fit, his phone buzzed in his jeans pocket on the floor. He peered down at it, then back at me, and then he pinched my nose closed again. “Pick it up for me and answer it.”

My eyes widened.

“Now.”

I reached down into his jeans and pulled out his phone, pressing the green button—or at least I hoped it was the green button, but it was hard to tell through my teary gaze. Why was he doing this now?! In the middle of?—

“Hey, Hector,” my dad said through the speaker.

Gagging softly, I stared at the phone in complete horror.

While I expected Hector to shut it off immediately, that asshole moved it even closer to my mouth, so if I said a word, if I moaned or choked or gagged on him, Dad would hear it. He’d fucking hear it, and I would be humiliated for the rest of my life.

“Something happen at the office?” Hector asked.

“I wanted to talk to you about the finances for Q4. Are you busy?”

He shoved another inch of himself inside me. “A bit, but I can talk.”

Sputtering on his cock, I held back an audible gag and swallowed the spit that had pooled in my mouth. Tears streamed down my face, my cheeks hot and the need to breathe growing stronger and stronger with every passing second.

Except Hector didn’t care.

Those cold, dark eyes met my glossy gaze as he talked on the phone with my father for who knew how long. He laced one hand into my hair and moved my head back and forth on his dick until my throat was sore and the ropes were digging into my wrists.

“We should move her position,” Dad said. “I was thinking under you.”

Move Evelyn under Hector?

I had only been gathering pieces of the conversation, but if that meant what I thought it meant, then Evelyn would be working even more closely with Hector, and she was the prettiest—and smartest—woman at their company.

Jealousy swirled inside me, and I found myself bobbing my head back and forth on his dick without him having to force me to do it himself. I stared up at him through stinging eyes, desperate to make an unforgettable impression on him.

Though I still wasn’t sure if he liked this. He was giving nothing away.