Page 9 of Filthy Desire

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Then you’ll do as I tell you.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with a smirk.

He grabbed the box of tissues off his desk and threw it at her lap. “Clean your face before you leave. And be ready for me next Saturday at seven PM. Wear a cocktail dress.”

“Why does it matter what I wear?”

“Don’t question me, just do it,” he snapped.

“You’re the boss,” she responded as she wiped her face with a tissue.

Her lipstick smeared over her swollen lips.

Maybe asking her to clean up was a mistake. He liked seeing his cum on her face.

The proof of his filthy desire.

She stood up and ran a hand through her red hair and Gio had the urge to touch it again. He shook his head. Maybe she was right. She had sucked out part of his brain.

“Yes, I am.”

“For now.”

“For as long as I see fit,” he bit out.

Kara took a step closer, until they were almost nose to nose. In her heels, she was as tall as him.

“We’ll see,” she replied as she cocked her head.

“Don’t test my patience. I may find you useful now but I’m not above changing my mind.”

Despite his words, his dick throbbed like a motherfucker. Just one taste and he needed another. No way was he changing his mind. Not yet.

“I got it. Next Saturday, seven PM,” she replied and pulled out a card from her purse.

“What’s this?”

“My private number. In case you can’t wait a whole week for another best-in-class blowjob.”

Her amused expression had his temper sparking. When he refused to take the card, she left it on his desk. Gio picked up his phone and texted Roman.

His hands were shaky.

It was just hunger. He needed food. And a strong drink.

“Am I free to go now?” Kara asked.

“Roman will escort you downstairs.”

At just that moment, there was a knock at the door. Roman entered the room and stood waiting.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you. Well, for you at least,” Kara murmured. “Maybe next time, for me?”

“Very funny. This is about my needs, not yours.”

“How silly of me to forget.” She smiled.

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