Page 41 of Wicked Devotion
“Sometimes,” I say, thinking about my stray and his biting issue.
“Like a K-9?”
“Mhm, I believe they even made him a sergeant. But enough with the small talk now, unless you came here to distract me.”
Lily shakes her head, an apology sitting on the tip of her tongue.
“Where should I sit?” she asks, glancing over to the chair at the other side of my desk.
“Here.” I nod down to the space under my desk, grabbing her wrist.
She freezes and stares at me, completely aghast, like she’s waiting for me to tell her I’m joking.
“Ahm, I don’t think I’ll be useful down there.”
“Oh, you’ll be just fine, trust me.”
I would appreciate it if this discussion was over in the next few seconds, but Lily doesn’t move an inch. It’s not even defiance or her attempt at being a brat. That’s something I could easily discipline out of her, but the underlying issue is bigger. As if her brain simply short-circuits when something overwhelms her. Thewhydoesn’t really matter, though, so she should be grateful the rules I enforce with Max don’t apply to her yet.
“Lily.” Impatiently, I tap my fingers against the armrest ofmy chair. “Down. Now.”
To my surprise, she gets down and kneels on the blanket without further complaints.
“Hands,” I demand once I catch her picking the skin around her nails. She holds her hands out to me, gasping when I put them right on my cock.
“Look what you do to me,” I growl, shifting my hips, and the obedience in her eyes makes something dangerous stir deep inside my chest.
“You’ll help me focus while I do my paperwork, sweetheart. Keep my cock nice and warm, prove that you can be a good little pet, alright?”
I open my pants and pull my cock out of my boxers, but when I give it a few lazy strokes, Lily shifts on her knees.
“Words, Lily.”
“I’m not good at—this,” she says, avoiding my gaze.
Don’t be too rough with her, I remind myself as I grab her face.
“That’s for me to decide. Besides, we’ve got plenty of time for you to practice. Now open your pretty mouth for me before I have to force you.”
Lily inches closer, and I slide my thumb over her bottom lip to urge her to open her mouth wider. Slowly, I guide my cock to her mouth while I mentally brace myself for discussion number three.
Instead, her lips close around the tip of my cock, and a groan escapes me when she lets her tongue trail over my cock before pressing it flat against the underside.
She looks up to me in search of approval, so beautiful as she kneels in front of me, while the only thing that matters is to please me.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” I force out through clenched teeth while I try to keep myself from forcing my cock down her throat. But she’s not going to cry pretty tears for me today, at least not yet. Don’t want our date to end too fast.
“Whoever told you you’re not good at this had been lying,” I say, running my fingers through her hair before I begin to guide her movements. “Doesn’t matter, though. You belong to me and Max now. No one else is ever going to fucking touch you again.”
So much for my plan to get rid of her. I need to keep my damn mouth shut when I have my dick stuck somewhere hot and wet because shit I’ll regret saying later slips a little too often lately.
With a frown, I redirect my focus to the stack of reports on my desk. None of them are really important. I’m efficient, not dumb, so I have Max and Charlie take care of the significant stuff.
Skimming over countless paragraphs, I put my signature on at least thirty pieces of paper. At the same time, I wonder why I even do this. It’s a waste of time and paper, irrational to give my attention to something that’ll end up in a shredder either way, but they don’t appreciate my opinion on administrative topics around here.
Besides wanting to get my dick sucked, I also told Lily to come over so I could conduct an experiment. I enjoy watching how people change depending on the situation you put them in. Max would probably call it a hobby.
Usually, my experiments are a bit more bloody and a little less ethical, but this right here is also entertaining.
