5. Please, Sir

5

PLEASE, SIR

NICO

The following morning, instead of using a pheromone-suppressing deodorant, I dabbed a little perfume on my neck, one that enhanced my natural scent. My pecs were heavy, my nipples tingling, but I buttoned my shirt over my chest, not touching them. I dropped the pump into my bag without using it. Mr. Toral said not to, and I'd never disobeyed my boss before. I wouldn't start now. I refused to think about the possible consequences of my behavior.

I never splurged on luxuries, but this morning, I ordered a cab. Aside from my usual messenger bag, I carried a change of shoes and a garment bag with a tuxedo for tonight's gala. Since I was leaving much earlier than usual, Benji was still asleep. My papa would take him to daycare at eight, then my alpha dad would pick him up in the afternoon and bring him to their house for the night.

My papa, always perceptive, scanned me up and down as I waited for the taxi. "When are you coming home?"

"I don't know. The gala might go on until after midnight. I'll sleep here and come to you before breakfast."

"You're going with him again. Doesn't he have a plus one?"

"I'm going as Mr. Toral's assistant, not his plus one. And you know he's divorced."

"No wonder. Who would have stayed with such a workaholic tyrant?"

"Papa! He's always been kind to me." Especially last night…

"It's not kindness when he makes you work so much. And I don't understand why he brings you to these functions. What do you assist him with? Getting drunk? You should be going out and meeting people your age. You're either with Benji or working overtime."

"Mr. Toral pays me very well for that overtime, as you know. Besides, I've never seen him drunk. And maybe I'll meet someone at the gala." I didn't want to lie to my papa, but I couldn't tell him the truth either. Where was the cab?

"With that man hovering behind you? He'll scare everyone away with that glower of his."

"You've only seen him once, Papa." I peeked through the curtain. The street below was empty aside from one delivery van.

"I'm just saying it's strange that he insists on dragging you everywhere with him. It's almost as if…"

Finally, a dark sedan swung into our street.

"I have to run! Thank you for taking care of Benji."

"Of course. What are grandpas for?"

I pressed a kiss to his cheek and made a quick escape. As I ran down the stairs, I purged my papa's comments from my head. I had no time to deal with that today on top of everything else.

In the back of the cab, I closed my eyes, and the memory of Mr. Toral's lips on my chest overwhelmed me. The slippery warmth of his mouth, taking my flesh so deep, his fingers inside me…

My body was primed and ready for him, whatever he'd like to do with it. My hole was wet, pecs full of milk, cock already half hard. Did I really dare to walk into his office like this? I wanted to. I shouldn't. He would smell me. After one inhalation, he'd know how aroused I was and that I hadn't done anything to dampen the scent of my base urges. Would he judge me, or would he like it?

Outside, the temperature was rising quickly, the sun unforgiving even this early in the morning. It would be another stifling day. I felt hot all over until I couldn't distinguish between the summer heat, my desire, or my nerves.

At seven forty-five, I knocked on Mr. Toral's door.

"Yes?"

I walked inside and closed the door behind me, holding my tablet to my chest. I was in my professional mode—I wanted to give him an out. He could pretend nothing had happened between us, I'd brief him on his schedule, and we'd go on as usual. Nothing had to change. That was why I'd brought the pump with me. I'd use it if he wouldn't…help me.

"Good morning, sir."

He stepped around his desk and paused in front of me. Leaning closer, he sniffed at the air around me.

With my heart in my throat, I held my breath. What would he do?

"You smell like sin."

My mouth went dry. Everything had changed.

He took the tablet from me and placed it on his desk.

I didn't say anything. I was aching for him to touch me, milk me, and feed on me. Fuck me. I was afraid that last night had been a dream. One wrong word from me could break the spell, and I'd be nothing more than his assistant for another three years.

Time stood still. If the dust hadn't moved in the air, I wouldn't have known the earth was still turning.

Then he lifted his hands and unbuttoned my shirt. Gazing at my exposed skin, he pulled the fabric from my pants and opened it.

"You're a miracle, omega." His whispered words made me shiver.

He cupped my full pecs and lifted them gently, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. His soft touch reached all the way into my core.

Slowly, he pressed my nipples down and rubbed over them, watching them pop back up and stiffen. They stuck out, erect and tight. I gasped when he squeezed my pecs roughly, making my nipples release a drop of milk each.

"Nico," he rasped, "you have beautiful tits."

"Sir, please…" I whimpered.

He grabbed my wrist and tugged me to his desk. Pushing me against it, he inhaled from the crook of my neck and shoulder. He purred into my skin, then lowered himself, nuzzling the curve of my left pec.

"I thought of your taste all night. Dreamed of you."

Torturously slowly, he licked up my chest, dragging his tongue over my nipple. He did the same to the other nipple, looking into my eyes to gauge my reaction.

I was putty in his hands. I couldn't play coy. Panting, I pushed my chest out, hoping he wouldn't make me wait much longer.

"They're bigger than yesterday." He licked again, slowly. "Do they ache?"

I nodded. "I didn't use the pump."

"Why?"

"I… It didn't feel right."

"Why, Nico?"

"You told me not to." I took a deep breath and blurted out the truth. "And I wanted you to do it instead."

Smiling, he nuzzled my tender skin. "You have no idea how happy that makes me."

He closed his lips over my left nipple and suckled tenderly, not enough to get the milk flowing. He gave the other one the same treatment, then blew on them and suckled again.

I moaned, throwing my head back. "Please, sir."

"When is my next meeting?"

"Eight thirty." Another moan warped my words when he nibbled on my nipple with his teeth.

"I rushed it last night. I want to savor you. We have forty minutes."

"Uh-huh."

He took a little more of my flesh into his mouth and pulled gently, making me gasp. I was so sensitized, my nipples throbbed.

"Oh God."

"What do you want me to do? Say it."

He gently bit me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Please!"

"Say ‘ Suck my tits, Mr. Toral .'Say it loud and clear."

"Please, Mr. Toral…" I couldn't say that, could I? "Suck my tits."

He grinned. I'd never seen him smile like that—he looked mischievous and almost boyish. Then he took my nipple deep into his mouth.

Finally, he sucked. I was so ready the milk gushed out of me. With a low growl, he hollowed his cheeks and pulled hard.

"Aaaaah."

The pleasure spilled into my chest, undeniably sexual. I could feel each suck in my hole. I fucking felt it in my womb .

Good thing Mr. Toral's office was soundproofed.

When he let go, I could have cried. A little squirt of milk escaped my nipple, dribbling down my chest.

"Sir…"

"Yes, Nico?"

I was trembling with need, but a part of my head was thankfully still online. "I have just one change of clothes. For tonight."

He looked me up and down, his eyes burning.

"Get naked."

Then he pushed off the desk and walked into the en suite bathroom. Shaking all over, my nipples dripping, I quickly removed my pants before they got stained. I placed them over his chair together with my shirt. My briefs already had a wet spot on them. Last, I pulled off my socks.

Mr. Toral came back, shirtless, carrying a big white towel.

He laid it out on his desk.

"Hop on."

I sat on the towel. I felt exposed and vaguely humiliated, but then he spread my legs, looking at me like I was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, and desire took over.

He tugged on my nipples with his fingers, licking his lips.

"Let me take care of you, sweetheart."

He fed from me for ages.

I squirmed and moaned in his arms as he sucked my milk, alternating sides. The sensations peaked multiple times, like small orgasms in my pecs, and every time it happened, the flow of milk would get stronger. When he sucked from one nipple, the other one leaked down my chest and to my groin, and he massaged the milk into my skin and stroked my cock with a milk-stained hand. It felt dirty and forbidden, but I'd never experienced anything so arousing in my life.

The relief from being emptied, the pleasure from his mouth on my body, the mind-boggling lust… The towel under my ass was soaked with my slick.

When my pecs deflated and the flow of milk weakened, he licked my nipples soothingly. He pushed on my chest, making me lie back. With his hands on my ankles, he propped my feet onto the edge of the desk and spread my legs wide. I was laid out for his examination, but I was so mellow from nursing him that I couldn't find a drop of shame in me.

He ran his hands along my inner thighs and pushed on them, folding me in half. Then he looked at my hole.

"Mmm. Gorgeous little hole, leaking honey. I could fuck you right now."

Please .

"But I won't." He glanced at the clock. "We're already late, and you need to shower."

I didn't care. I wanted his cock. His beautiful big cock. I let out an undignified whine.

"The first time I take you, I won't be in a hurry."

"Please, Mr. Toral…"

Narrowing his eyes, he looked at my face. "What, Nico?"

"I… I…" Please, fuck me. Please.

"I know what you need."

Abruptly, he shoved two fingers into my hole. I was so wet my ass made a slurping noise around them.

"Aaaah!"

"Good God, omega. You're drenched. You need to get fucked badly, huh? I'll take the edge off now, but you'll need my cock today, won't you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he curled his fingers.

"Such a horny ass." He moved his fingers in and out lightning fast, setting my insides on fire. "My needy little hole. I'll take care of you, sweetheart. Fill you up. Yeah, come for me. That's it."

I grabbed the edges of his desk and cried out. I came in seconds. Mr. Toral's voice seemed to reach into me, reverberating through my skull.

"Mmhmm. Look at you, coming all over yourself. Such a good boy. You're pretty when you come, Nico. A little more? Beautiful."

Expertly prolonging my climax, he fluttered his fingers as my hole clenched around them.

When I forced my eyes open, he was gone. Confused, I lifted my head, only to let it drop back onto the desk. His tongue pushed into me.

I heard movement, the slippery noise of a hand over a wet cock. He was using my slick to ease the way as he jerked off.

The way he rimmed me… He kissed my hole deeply, with slow swipes of his tongue, his lips tenderly nipping on my rim. I shuddered as the sensations became overwhelming.

"Sir… That's… Oh…"

Then he swirled his tongue in me and pressed his open mouth to my hole, lingering there for a long moment. He gulped and sucked. He drank my slick and kissed me some more.

Suddenly, he groaned, and I heard a splattering noise on the hardwood floor.

Cold air wafted over my wet, open flesh.

"Stay like that."

I didn't move a muscle, but my ass twitched. A trickle of slick ran down my crease.

Mr. Toral was still looking into me.

The clock ticked. I shivered again. I heard him breathe hard, and his nose skimmed along my inner thigh.

"Beautiful. I could look at your leaking ass all day."

After one last swipe of his tongue, he stood, already putting his cock away and zipping up.

Dazed and naked, I lay there, waiting for his next command. My cum was slowly drying on my stomach.

"When will your tits need milking again?" he asked, looking at my abused nipples. The question was filthy but playful.

"You've stimulated them, sir. They will swell faster and more. Maybe five hours?"

He smirked. "Good. Don't I have a break in my schedule after one p.m.?"

"You have a meeting with Mr. Shaw that ends at one forty-five. The video call with Trident Industries is at two fifteen. That's your longest break before you need to get ready for the gala at half past five, sir."

He gave me a tender smile I couldn't quite decipher, running a hand down my cheek. "You're spread out naked on my desk, utterly debauched. Yet you're still so professional."

I blushed, and it made him smile wider.

"Don't use the pump. Be here at one forty-five."

"Yes, sir."

He offered me a hand and pulled me up. I was a little dizzy from the orgasm.

Mr. Toral lowered his head and kissed my nipples, lingering on each. Then he gave me a soft peck on my lips.

"Are you feeling good, sweetheart?" The tenderness in his voice, the endearment… This couldn't be real, could it?

"I'm great," I breathed.

This smile was new. I hadn't seen him smile like that before. His lips curved softly, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, warm and tender. "Take a shower. I'll bring you your clothes."

I closed myself in his shower stall and set the temperature. I heard the door when he entered to leave my clothes on the vanity.

When I exited the bathroom five minutes later, dressed and presentable, he'd already gone to his meeting.

I sat at my desk in front of his office and glanced around dazedly. I'd had sex with my boss. This was so stupid. Irresponsible.

It was also by far the best sex of my life.

I couldn't wait to do it again.

After his meeting, I met him in his office as instructed.

He didn't waste time. He locked the door and turned to me.

"Strip."

I quickly removed my clothes and cast them over the backrest of the sofa in the corner. I remained standing in front of it, naked.

I'd always obeyed Mr. Toral, but now I perceived it as something sexual, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.

"We have to be quick. How are your tits, omega?"

"Full and achy. The milk is coming more after you sucked them this morning, sir." Was that me saying that? My own voice?

"Good. I walked past a store on my way back from the bank. I bought you something."

He took a plain white box from his desk and opened it. What he pulled out made my eyes widen.

It was a dildo. He weighed the pink, silicone cock in his hands, patting the suction base with his palm. It was average in size, not particularly intimidating—definitely smaller than his cock.

"I didn't have time to browse," he said as if apologizing. "Will it feel good for you to ride it while you nurse me?"

Nurse me.

God, it sounded so wrong yet so hot.

I nodded.

He stuck the toy to the sleek surface of the coffee table—his ridiculously pricey Japanese cherry wood table.

"Sit, please."

Oh Lord.

I stepped carefully to the sturdy antiquity and lowered myself. It felt like a sacrilege to do something like this on the invaluable piece of furniture. Naughty, forbidden. The slender dildo slid inside me all the way but not deep enough to reach the entrance to my womb.

"Fuck yourself."

His crude orders worked like the best aphrodisiac.

Bracing myself with my palms on the table and spreading my legs, I lifted and sank again. The toy rubbed the front wall of my hole, making me moan.

"Good boy. You're beautiful, omega."

"Thank you, sir." His eyes flashed. It was natural for me to call him sir, but now the word held a new meaning. When it rolled off my tongue, it left a trace of pure pleasure.

I rocked, fucking myself on the toy. My hard cock bobbed with the motion, and my nipples tingled, drops of milk gathering at the tips. With Mr. Toral's gaze on me, everything felt so intense. Almost surreal. I'd entered a dreamland where my senses seemed enhanced. Should I be mortified for how quickly I let my body take over?

He was fully dressed in his impeccable business attire. And I bared myself for him, masturbated in front of him, showing him my most intimate body parts…

The humiliation and shame made me spread my legs wider.

I wanted more of it.

I'm acting like a cheap slut in front of my boss. He can see how horny I am. I should be ashamed of myself.

The dildo slid over my sweet spot harder, and my spine tingled with the bliss.

I'm a cheap slut, riding a dildo while my boss watches…

Why the hell did these thoughts arouse me even more?

"You're leaking," Mr. Toral said, focused on my chest.

"It happens, sir…" Oh God, that word! "When I… When I pleasure myself… Aah… Sir… Aaah…" My eyes rolled back into my head when I called him sir and the dildo rubbed over my gland.

"Good, I like that. Continue, please. I want you to keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop." He said it in the same tone of voice he used to tell me to make notes or clear his schedule.

"Yes, sir."

Oh fuck! I'd come already. I was so close. I forced my eyes to open, hoping it might prolong the moment, but seeing him aroused me more.

He knelt in front of me and held my hips with his large hands. His fingers dug into my flesh as he guided my movement. I surrendered easily, letting him decide how fast and how deep the toy filled me.

"That's it. Good boy. A little faster. Very good."

In my lust-filled mind, I wanted to please him as much as possible, so I said, "Thank you, sir… For the gift." The dildo massaged my insides just right.

"I'm glad you like it." There was humor in his voice but desire too.

My cock drooled precum all the way down to my balls while my slick doused the base of the dildo. A slow, quivering climax built in my core.

And Mr. Toral ate me up with his eyes.

Everything my body did was for him. Every spark of passion, every drop of early seed and slick, every sigh and needy whimper, my milk—I gave it all to him, and in my dreamlike state, it seemed like I'd left gold and diamonds at his feet, hoping he'd accept my offering.

When he ran his tongue from my rim over my balls and up my cock, I cried out from sheer joy.

He squeezed my left nipple, and a few white pearls escaped.

"Like a wanton slut. Let's see how many times you can come, huh?"

A slut . Yes, I was. I was a horny slut for him, riding a dildo on top of a table in his office, fluids dripping from my body, my full pecs bouncing, nipples quivering, and I moaned louder and louder…

"Am I doing it right, sir?" Why the hell did I ask that? But God, it felt so hot. So insanely hot.

"You're doing amazing. Now sit down, like this, and roll your pelvis. There. Now I can suck your big nips."

Filth. Boundless filth.

"Thank you, sir," I heard myself say.

He closed his mouth around my left pec, and I lost myself.

The pleasure tripled, spilling into my chest with every sucking pull of his mouth. He groaned and gulped and sucked harder. I wanted to fuck myself hard, but I needed to stay still enough for him to suck my milk, and the conflicting needs drove me crazy. Nearly sobbing, I clenched my hole, trying to draw more sensation from the dildo in me. Then he stroked my cock, and I exploded.

Writhing on the dildo, I came three times before he was done with me. My milk sprayed into his mouth, and my cum dribbled down my cock.

Mr. Toral let go of my nipple with a pop and rasped, "Ride that dick. C'mon. Show me what a needy slut you are."

The dildo sat in a pool of slick, and I could finally bounce on it, my ass slapping against the wet surface. Smack. Smack. Smack . More. Again. Desperate whimpers fell from my open mouth, my thighs burning from the exertion, but I wouldn't stop. I was his slut, and I would fuck myself for him and come for him until he told me to stop or until I fainted from exhaustion.

Mr. Toral sat on the carpet, legs crossed, leisurely leaning back so he could take in the state of me. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You've been so horny. My beautiful little slut."

"Yes, sir. For you… Aah! I'm horny…for you."

"Can you come one more time?"

"I'm close."

"Show me."

I sat down hard and tugged on my cock. My thighs were trembling, muscles giving up, but I was close. With a frustrated grunt, I lifted off the dildo and grabbed it, prying the base off the table. Leaning back, I shoved the toy into my hole and moved it in and out roughly.

"Fuck yourself harder, Nico."

As if I could stop now.

"So fucking wild and gorgeous. Show me how much you want me to fuck your slutty hole. Show me how hard you want it. Ram that dick in."

Hearing my proper boss talk like that, I almost disintegrated.

I came on a cry, pushing the too-small, too-thin silicone toy as deep as it would go.

My head was spinning, my mind hazy. Sweat and milk cooled on my skin. Panting and shaking, I held my boss's gaze.

I'd masturbated in front of my employer for God knew how long, bringing myself to climax multiple times while he alternated between sucking milk from my pecs and watching me come. And the shame I'd felt only made me come harder. Should I start panicking now?

But I was proud of myself because Mr. Toral had given me a task, and I'd fulfilled it to his satisfaction. He was smiling softly, his eyes full of lust. He was striking like this—wild and dangerous.

Then I remembered I was still at work.

I glanced at the clock on the wall by the hidden door to the en suite.

Five minutes after two.

"Your video call starts in ten minutes, sir."

Mr. Toral laughed and pulled the dildo out of my ass with a wet squelch. He lifted me until I stood in front of him, naked and soiled with my bodily fluids, while he was still fully dressed. His erection tented his slacks, but otherwise, he looked pristine.

"You will need milking before the gala tonight, won't you?"

I looked at my feet. "Yes, sir."

He caught my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing until it almost hurt. Almost. He knew exactly how to touch me.

"I forbid you from using the pump, Nicolas." The way he said I forbid , darkly and menacingly, while pinching my nipples, had me moaning again. "I want you to wait for me in here. Lock the door. I have the key, so nobody but me can come in. When I come here at half past five, you'll be naked on this sofa, playing with yourself."

I nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir." Don't think about the consequences . "How do you want me to play with myself, sir?"

"Milk your tits and use the milk as lotion. I want you covered with it, understand?"

"Yes, sir."

He cupped my ass cheek, and his fingers brushed my loose, slippery hole.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Nico?"

I looked up, meeting his stormy eyes. "Yes, sir," I said honestly, my voice weak. Two fingers slid into me, and I sighed.

He smiled and leaned in to give me a sweet, lingering kiss on my cheek while he swirled his fingers around my hole.

"I can't wait to fill you with my cum." He grazed my earlobe with his teeth, his hot breath fanning my neck as he pushed his fingers deep inside me, almost lifting me from the ground.

I grabbed his shoulders for balance. Why did I still crave him in me even after coming my brains out?

"Say ‘ I can't wait for you to fuck my slutty hole, sir. ' Look into my eyes and say it, Nico."

With his fingers deep in me, I met his darkened eyes. "I can't wait for you to fuck my slutty hole, sir." I felt embarrassed but proud at the same time. Humiliated but powerful.

Oh, I loved this. Yes, it was the best sex of my life, and we hadn't even fucked yet.

Mr. Toral smirked and pulled his fingers out. Then he gestured to the bathroom before walking to his desk. He licked his fingers clean as he settled in his chair then opened his laptop.

I blinked. Work. I was at work.

In the shower, I used cold water, and in the unreasonable heat, it felt like a balm. I hurried through the cleanup and exited the bathroom mere minutes later. Mr. Toral was on his video call, but he followed me with his gaze as I noiselessly walked out of his office.