3. Forgive Me, Sir
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FORGIVE ME, SIR
NICO
I'd masturbated to fantasies of Mr. Toral several times this week. While using the milk pump. At the office bathrooms. The last time, I even imagined it was him sucking my milk and not the stupid pump, and I came my brains out.
I felt like a creep.
In my defense, we practically lived at the headquarters while finishing a major project, and I barely had time to hug my baby boy in the mornings before running to work. Despite being exhausted, I lactated like it was a competition, and the pump was my only relief. The intense orgasms blew my mind, which lessened my stress. When I was in the right mindset, my brain was soaked in Mr. Toral's distinct alpha musk, and I could come from milking alone.
Unless someone found out, I'd be safe.
Except today, I'd had no time to use the pump. My pecs weren't particularly big, nothing unnatural, but the pressure in them made me feel like I had two balloons attached to my chest, ready to pop. Then the milk started leaking while I sat in a conference room with six executives present—and I still didn't have the time to pump it out.
When I followed Mr. Toral to his office after the final meeting, I clutched a folder to my chest to cover the stains. I was a distracted, quivering mess. I couldn't wait to escape into the bathroom and use the pump.
"A word, Nico."
He closed the door behind me.
"What's going on, Nicolas?" His voice hardened, and he used my full name.
Shit .
I wouldn't get out of this without revealing the truth. He looked like he was imagining something way worse than my predicament.
"You've been anxious all week." He studied me with his steely gray eyes, his jaw clenched. "You haven't made any mistakes, that's not why I'm calling you out. Hell, you never make mistakes! But I'm worried about your well-being. You're important to me as my employee. I need you by my side."
Mr. Toral wasn't one to throw around compliments. He genuinely cared about me and was waiting for me to explain myself. I knew, rationally, I had nothing to be ashamed of. But still, telling him , of all people, felt so damned intimate.
Reason number ninety-nine why one shouldn't have a crush on one's boss.
"What's going on with you, Nico? This isn't just the heat in here, is it?"
He looked so handsome and strong in his impeccable charcoal suit, his powerful torso like a stone wall. He was forty-two, but when he was clean-shaven with his hair combed back, he didn't look older than thirty-five. I'd reconciled myself to my hopeless infatuation ages ago, but now I felt cracked open and exposed like never before.
I couldn't look at his face when he found out.
Averting my gaze, I slowly lowered the folder I'd been holding up to cover my chest. A fan was whirring in the corner of the office, and the waft of air on the wet fabric over my nipples made goosebumps rise on my skin.
I heard him suck in a breath and closed my eyes. My cheeks heated with humiliation.
"What's that?" His question came out as a whisper.
"I stopped chestfeeding my son weeks ago," I said, not daring to open my eyes. "My doctor says the milk should stop coming soon, but it's only been getting worse. I didn't have time to pump it out during lunch, and the constant heat is making it worse. With how long the meeting was and not being able to leave…" I gestured to my chest. "I did my best to hide it. I don't think anybody in the conference room noticed. I apologize, sir. It won't happen again."
Mr. Toral exhaled harshly.
"I've been smelling it all week." The alien, raspy quality of his voice made me glance back at him.
His fierce gaze was pinned on the wet spots on my chest. His eyes looked almost black like they usually did when he was angry.
Was he mad at me? Why?
People often found him cold and unforgiving, but Charles Toral was the best boss in the entire city. When I told him I was pregnant, he didn't even bat an eye, didn't ask who the alpha father was or why he wouldn't be involved. Nothing like that. Instead of judging me or even firing me like many would have done, he offered me four months of paid parental leave if I'd come back and work for him after my son was born. He said he would never find a better assistant and didn't want to lose me.
And now he was freaking out because of a few drops of chest milk?
"I'll take care of it, sir. It won't interfere with my work again, I promise."
He took a step toward me.
"I am going crazy," he muttered.
"Sir?" I breathed, growing more concerned.
He inched closer, his jaw clenched tight.
It was getting hard to breathe. "Mr. Toral, forgive me, please."
The fire in his usually cool eyes was doing things to me. This wasn't anger. This was something else. He looked at me like a predator at his prey.
My nipples hardened under the wet, transparent fabric, straining toward the alpha in front of me. The air between us came alive, crackling and heating up with invisible energy.
Mr. Toral lifted a hand and brushed two fingertips over my left nipple.
I gasped.
Through the wet cotton, the fleeting touch felt like an electric current.
Dazed, I panted as he crowded me against the closed door. He towered over me. His scent, so very alpha, made my underbelly quiver.
He cupped my pec through my shirt. A shiver went through me. The heat of his palm over my cold, wet skin was everything I could focus on.
"Say no, and I'll never touch you again. I'll never mention it again. Say it now."
Rubbing circles with his palm, he warmed my tortured pectoral.
"You smell good enough to eat ." He growled the words.
The folder fell to the floor and papers scattered around. I didn't look down.
He released my pec and flicked a button open on my shirt. His gaze never left my chest as he opened another and another until my shirt hung loose over my torso. He tugged one side away and exposed my full pectoral. My hard nipple stuck out, obscenely big from all the pumping I'd done.
I didn't dare move. Maybe I was in shock, but I didn't think I could have moved if I'd wanted to. This was a dream come true. Maybe I was dreaming? Maybe I'd fainted from the heat and…
Bending lower, he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked .
Moaning like a slut, I sank against the door.
My boss, the all-powerful Charles Toral, was pushing me against the door, sucking my nipple. He made hungry, animalistic sounds and gulped loudly. How in the hell…?
"Oh my God!"
I couldn't hold back my cries when the milk began flowing. He growled into my flesh. Opening his mouth wider, he took as much of my pec into his mouth as possible and massaged the underside with his tongue. I could feel each spray of milk like a flare of blissful relief all around my torso. Oh God, this was so much better than the stupid pump. My other nipple was leaking a steady stream of milk, which soaked the waistband of my briefs. My hole was wet and loose, my cock throbbing.
"Sir… I'm… I'm…"
He let go with a pop and glared at me. "Say no, Nico."
His face was full of reckless desire. I didn't want to say no. I'd dreamed of him touching me so many times it was embarrassing.
"Yes," I murmured instead.
With a groan, he tore my shirt down my arms and latched on to my other nipple, making me arch my back.
"Yes," I repeated louder, the passion stealing my sanity.
I wanted to grab his head and hold him to me, but with my arms trapped in my shirt, I could only push my chest out to chase the sensations. The tissue in my pecs softened as he emptied me. I'd been bloated and aching all day until I thought I'd explode, and now I was floating on clouds. He sucked harder still, the powerful pull almost painful but oh so delicious. I'd never felt anything like it. I glanced down at him, and his darkened eyes met mine. His cheeks hollowed, and he gulped. It looked like he was consuming me. Most of my pec was in his wide-open mouth. It felt so good. So fucking good…
"You'll make me come," I managed, my brain already shrouded in the pink fog of rising pleasure.
Suddenly, he opened my fly, then his hand burrowed into the back of my underwear. I curved my spine and tilted my hips while spreading my legs for him.
You're acting like a slut. He's your boss!
But I couldn't help it. Finding my slick rim, he breached my sopping hole with two fingers and thrust into me. Thick, hard fingers, the scent of his sweat, the blissful feeling in my nipples… I cried out with exhilaration when my milk squirted more powerfully than before, and he swallowed it, humming around my pec.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I shouted with every jab of his fingers. I sounded like cheap porn, but I couldn't care less.
I forgot about everything. He wasn't my boss, the aloof, unattainable business shark. He was a sexy alpha sucking my milk and fingerfucking me. And I loved it.
I hadn't been touched since the heat when I accidentally got myself pregnant. Maybe that was why Mr. Toral's hands on my skin felt like a branding iron. My body soaked up the heat, basking in it and craving more.
When I came, the milk spurted out of me, and he licked it while my ass drenched his hand.
He bit the tip of my nipple, and with his fingers still up my ass, he met my gaze.
"I want to come all over your tits. Will you let me?"
I nodded. Oh yes. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I'd let him.
"Get on the sofa. I need you to lie back."
With my arms still trapped, I lay back, exposing myself to him. My pecs had deflated after he'd sucked them empty, but my nipples were elongated and swollen.
"Show me," he rasped. "Push them up."
When I obeyed, he snarled like a monster.
"Fuck. You're gorgeous. Beautiful tits."
The sight of his bare cock right above my chest made my inner muscles clench anew.
It was magnificent. Hard like an iron pole, long and fat, the head dark pink with blood. The scent of alpha cum tickled my nostrils. He was leaking beads of early seed.
He stroked himself firmly and fast, his gaze on my quivering nipples. Kneeling with one leg on the sofa, he braced his hand on the backrest and pushed his hips forward. His cockhead nudged my abused nipple, staining it with precum, and he let out a garbled curse.
I watched him slowly lose it. What a sight! His thick, veiny cock, the wide slit leaking early seed, his powerful hands, and his feral expression… If I weren't trapped under him, I'd be rolling off the sofa and getting down into the mating position. My hole felt emptier than ever before.
I wanted his dick in me. Desperately. I was about to say it when with a muted roar, he released all over me.
His hot cum streaked my pecs, silky drops covering my nipples and the softened mounds under them. He spurted again and again, so much cum, he all but bathed me in it. Seeing the glistening pearls on my skin, I moaned. I wanted it on my face, in my belly, up my hole. In my womb.
I'd never thought I'd be capable of such sanity-stealing lust. I was equally terrified and overwhelmed with desire.
Mr. Toral smeared the cum around, massaging it into my chest as if he was marking me. His cum blended with my milk and seeped into my skin. I cried out when he pinched my nipples with his sticky fingers.
His eyes finally traveled from my chest to my face. He smiled a little uncertainly, then leaned in to brush my lips with his.
Had I not already been in love with him, the kiss that followed would have sealed it for me. He was earnest and thorough, licking into my mouth and stroking my tongue with his. He nipped at my upper lip and pressed the gentlest little peck onto the tip of my nose.
"You can use my bathroom," he said. "The towels are fresh."
He supported me as I stumbled to his en suite, then he stood in the doorway while I showered. Wordlessly, he watched as I scrubbed the cum off my chest and rinsed my crease. When I was done, he handed me a towel.
My shirt was stained, so Mr. Toral gave me one of the unopened dress shirts he kept in his office closet. It was huge on me, but I dutifully buttoned it up. If I closed my jacket over it and carried my bag in my arms, not even our nosy receptionist would notice. My underwear was soggy with bodily fluids, so I did up my slacks over my bare body. He smirked when he saw.
I didn't know what to say or do. He wasn't saying anything, and I couldn't bear it any longer. What did he want now he'd gotten off? Was I dismissed? Would he ever touch me again, or was he regretting it already? Did I just irrevocably ruin my career? But he was simply staring at me, not saying anything.
"I need to head home, sir," I said.
Mr. Toral straightened to his impressive height. "Of course. Go."
"Thank you, sir."
I was almost by the door when he called after me. "Nico, one more thing."
I spun around, always eager to take an order from him. "Yes, sir?"
"Tomorrow morning, I wish for you to not use the pump. Will you please meet me here at seven forty-five?" His shoulders were tense and his fists clenched, but he phrased it as a question and not a command. My heart skipped a beat, then thumped faster.
"I will, sir."