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My hypothesis was that Lily would nervously freeze the moment she no longer receives stern and clear instructions. I don’t like to admit it when I’m wrong about something, but damn, was my guess off.
The way she traces every inch of skin with her tongue could almost be called adventurous. Carefully, she tries to jerk off the part of my cock she can’t fit into her mouth, and I think I even felt her tongue on my balls at some point, which caused a very ineligible signature.
When she attempts to take me deeper and a cough comes from underneath the table, I decide to give both of us a short break.
“Slowly, sweetheart,” I say, my fingers tangling in her hair. “Told you to keep my cock warm, not to deepthroat it.”
She lifts her head to look at me, and I immediately recognize the look in her eyes. It’s one I know all too well from Max. Heavy eyelids, a sparkly sheen over her amber irises. The perfect look because it means I have her right where I want her.
I think it’s the desk.
Max lives for praise. He’s a performer, uses every opportunity to show off how good he can be. Lily is the complete opposite. Having our eyes on her stresses her out to the point she can’t shut her damn brain off, but if there’s one brain that deserves a break from time to time, it’s hers.
I think back to how she told me she’s ‘not good at this,’ and I’m tempted to go down to our cellblock and smack some respect into her bastard of a husband. After I shoot my load down her throat, preferably. That would be a great Wednesday.
Lily also stopped fidgeting, and here I thought I couldn’t be any more pleased with myself. It works every single time, and yet Max still tells me I should talk to a professional. Iama professional. Logan Cabrera, behavioral therapist, always happy to help.
Now that I finally rid Lily of the goddamn overthinking, I want to try out a few other things.
I’ve got Max figured out by now. I know which buttons to push and the exact words that make him come undone in seconds. I know how he clenches around me when I slap him and how his cock throbs when I grab his waist, so hard hand-shaped bruises bloom on his skin once I’m done with him. He is an open book, but with Lily, I’m barely past the prologue.
“Doing such a good job for me, sweetheart,” I praise, andher eyelashes flutter while she tries to suck my cock and trace circles with her tongue at the same time.
“Looking so pretty like this, on your knees where you belong while getting your mouth fucked,” I groan, my voice no longer soft. “Can’t hide anything from me. I know there’s a little slut hiding beneath your fake innocence.”
The vibrations of her muffled moan go straight to my cock.Now we’re getting somewhere.Lily keeps her head down as if she didn’t already give me the information I needed.
A knock on my door interrupts us, but Lily is the only one who panics.
“Better be really quiet, sweetheart. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you?” I whisper, moving closer to the desk until she’s completely hidden.
“Stay quiet,” I repeat, more sternly this time. “Not a sound, Lily. You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
She tries to get my cock out of her mouth to protest, so I pull on her hair, forcing her to stay down. Lily mewls, and I softly scratch her head.
“Shh, sweetheart. C’mon, I know you can be good. Relax your tongue.”
As soon as she does what she’s told, the tension in her body dissipates at least a bit.
The person behind the door is getting impatient, knocking a second time while I lean back in my chair and clear my throat.
“Come on in.”
17
LILY
Ishould have known Logan wasn’t talking about regular paperwork. My embarrassment about being so naïve quickly turned into anxiety. I panicked, didn’t know what would happen if I couldn’t please him. Wondered if he would even bother to hide his disappointment, something Brady never did.
But unlike Brady, Logan didn’t snap at me for ‘not being enthusiastic enough’. He wasn’t annoyed when I took my time; instead, hewantedme to set my own pace. And by some miracle, he made me stop worrying. Well, until someone knocked at the door.
The door opens, and my whole body tenses.
“Where is she?” Max asks, obviously agitated.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Logan says, clicking his tongue dismissively. “Sent her off with Hunter.”
“Why? Without telling me? I’m gone for barely two hours and you already got rid of her?”
