6. Yes, Sir

6

YES, SIR

NICO

I spent the afternoon fully focused on my task lists and schedules. The stifling heat was unrelenting, and everybody seemed to have given up on any kind of pretense. People shuffled around without their suit jackets with wet circles in their armpits. We were all cooking in our own sweat. But for once, I didn't mind. When I allowed myself half-a-minute breaks here and there to think about what was to come, the excitement and desire filled me with energy.

Mr. Toral will suck my tits and fuck my slutty hole . I squirmed in my chair when I repeated those words in my head. He'll ram that dick in and fill me with his cum. It sounded better than any poetry.

When he walked by my desk in the afternoon on the way to his final meeting of the day, I lifted my head to greet him as usual. But my voice failed. He paused and glared at me, and if I didn't know better, I'd think he was furious with me. Except now I knew what that fire in his eyes meant, and my chest filled with butterflies. His gaze dropped to my chest, then he glanced around the corner. The hallway outside the open door seemed empty.

"Stand up and open your shirt," he hissed.

My heart thudded in my chest as I stood, my chair rolling backward. I undid the first few buttons.

"Show me your tits, hurry up."

With my shirt half-undone, I pulled the fabric open and exposed my chest.

Mr. Toral only stared.

Anyone could walk in.

But I'm his slut.

I do what he tells me.

My desk created a wide barrier between us, but even so, it felt as if he was touching me. My cock hardened and slick gathered in my hole. My cheeks burned with what must have been a feverish flush, spreading down my torso.

And he still stared.

It was only a long hard look. But my body was singing with pleasure. My nipples grew hard like diamonds, and goosebumps covered my pecs. I trembled with anticipation.

Will he ask me to undress even more? To touch myself out here in the open? Will I do it?

Yes. I will.

Whatever he says.

My chest heaved with a deep breath, and I closed my eyes. I was nothing more than a puppet, and he held all the strings.

The sound of steps in the hallway made us both jerk.

"Sit!"

I plonked onto my chair and began frantically buttoning up. The person must have entered one of the executive offices before Mr. Toral's because the steps quieted, and a door clicked somewhere.

With my eyes on the laptop screen, I sat frozen, my pulse going haywire. I listened to Mr. Toral's slow breaths, trying to calm myself down. What am I doing?

Another person could be heard walking toward the office.

"I'm happy with your performance, Nicolas," Mr. Toral said loudly. "You exceeded my expectations."

I almost laughed. Almost. I was still too freaked out to find the situation entertaining.

"I'll see you at half past five. Do you remember your instructions?"

Milk your tits. I want you covered with it. "Yes, sir."

Just then, Germain from Accounting walked in. Mr. Toral simply strode past him, not responding to Germain's quiet, "Good afternoon, Mr. Toral."

Germain waited for a few seconds, then cast me a puzzled look. "Are you okay?"

"Sure. I'm fine." My voice squeaked when I said the word "fine," and Germain raised his eyebrows.

"Is he in one of those moods?"

I smirked. "He's not that bad. What do you need?"

"Mr. Clarence sends this." Germain handed me a stack of papers. "He says you'll know what to do with it."

I took the papers and read the header.

"I don't know how you deal with Toral," Germain whispered. "I'd piss myself if he glared at me like that."

A spike of irritation made me sit up straight. I'd never enjoyed the whole let's bond by shitting on our boss game. "Is that all? Because I'm swamped."

"Yeah. Sure. I'm going. Good luck."

"Thank you, Germain."

For the next two hours, I immersed myself in paperwork, trying not to think about anything else.

Finally, it was time.

I took a swift, cold shower in Mr. Toral's en suite and dried myself but didn't put my clothes back on. The office door was locked, and the blinds lowered. I lay on a spread-out towel on the sofa, massaging my pectorals. It didn't take long for pearls of milk to start forming on my nipples. I squeezed my pecs rhythmically and rolled my nipples between my fingers. I thought of Mr. Toral's mouth on them, of the powerful suction and the gulping noises he made…

The milk didn't squirt as hard as if I'd used the pump, but it was enough to cover myself with it. I smeared my chest and stomach, then my inner thighs and my straining cock. Finally, I rubbed my crease with a wet hand. I pushed milk-covered fingers into my hole, then got back to massaging my chest.

In minutes, I was slathered with a blend of milk and slick all over my torso, inner thighs, and ass.

It felt filthy, but Mr. Toral had ordered me to do it. Obeying his orders in something so lewd had me shivering with arousal and delightful shame.

I saw myself from above, spread out on the sofa in his pristine office, masturbating and milking myself and masturbating again. I must have looked like one of those cam boys on porn sites. I imagined doing this with anonymous people watching me…and with Mr. Toral watching me and telling me exactly what to do.

My cock jerked with a spike of arousal.

A dirty slut, waiting for my boss to use me as he pleases. Because I'm shameless. So horny, I'll do anything. I'll kiss his feet while fucking myself with the dildo he gave me. Would he like that?

I'm such a wanton slut. I'll beg to suck his dick.

I had two fingers up my ass and a fist wrapped around my cock when he opened the door.

Startled, I pulled my fingers out and closed my legs.

"Please, continue," Mr. Toral said as if I were writing an email.

He leaned with his back against the door and looked at me expectantly. My face burning, I spread my legs and put my fingers back. I pumped them in and out. Then I cupped my pecs with slick-stained fingers and milked myself, squeezing out white drops from my chest. I felt ashamed, but that made me burn on the inside.

When I smeared the milk down my torso, Mr. Toral let out a low growl. Slowly, he prowled toward me, loosening his tie and opening his shirt. He removed his jacket and sat on the sofa by my legs.

Never taking his eyes off me, he pulled out his cock and stroked it. Would he finally fuck me? When I glanced at his huge dick, my empty hole throbbed.

"Excellent work, Nico." His tone was teasing, making me smile.

"Thank you, sir."

"Are you loose enough to take me?"

I'm going to do it. "I… I think so, s-sir."

"I've been thinking about you all day. How my cock will feel in your hole."

I moaned, my hips jerking off the sofa.

"Come and straddle me."

Scrambling up, I hurried to obey.

"Sit on my dick. Now."

He held my hips as I took his girthy cock into my hand and aimed it at my hole. The skin felt silky against my palm, the length hot, hard, and heavy. I caressed it.

I was about to fuck my boss. In fact, I'd probably break down sobbing if he stopped me now.

So thick. So hot. The greatest cock ever.

I sank down, my rim stretching over his crown and sliding lower. The fullness reached deeper into me, inch by inch. I was so wet and needy that my body sucked him in faster than I would have thought possible. I whimpered when his firm cockhead passed over my gland. Panting, I paused halfway.

It was happening. Oh… Oh sweet Lord. I have his cock in me.

Had I been waiting for this for years? Yes. Yes, this had been my dream all along. I'd never admitted it to myself. Not really. I'd been attracted to him; I'd called it a crush, an infatuation, pretending that I wasn't horny for him like an animal in heat.

But all along, it had been a visceral need . A physical desire to have this man inside me. To have him fuck me and breed me and do it again.

Mr. Toral stared at me, his lips parted and eyes nearly black. His fingers squeezed my hips. I took a steadying breath. My guts felt too full already, but deep inside, I was hollow. I pushed with my ass and bore down.

His cock forced my organs aside and pressed against the sensitive mouth of my womb. The sting of pain was delicious.

I let out a long moan, my head falling back. I'd never been so full of dick in my life.

Sliding lower on the sofa, he grabbed me firmly by my ass and pulled so he sheathed himself in me to the root. His cockhead nudged the closed gate to my womb, pleasure shooting up into my torso.

"Aah!"

"That's it. You'll keep my dick nice and warm in your hole while you nurse me."

He settled deeper into the sofa cushions, bending over so he could reach my chest with his mouth while still in me. He brushed his lips against my nipple.

"Fucking finally," he muttered. "Now, sit still so I can suck these tits."

He latched on to my pec.

My cry bounced off the walls.

Holding me immobile in his lap, seated on his big cock, he drank from me with powerful pulls. The suction drew on my nipple, and he opened wider until my flesh filled his mouth. My other nipple oozed milk down my chest. Shudders shook my body as my hole clamped on to his girth. Every time my inner muscles squeezed him, he growled and sucked even harder. He switched sides. Massaging my deflated pec, he drank the other one empty.

I did my best not to move, but I was vibrating with desire. It was pure instinct that had me rocking in his lap, his fat cockhead pressing up against the mouth of my womb. The sucking and the sensation of the milk leaving my nipples… Why was that so arousing? By the time both my pecs were softened and the trickle of milk weak, Mr. Toral's thighs were drenched with my slick.

My drawn-out nipples stuck out toward him, looking obscene, like something an animal would have. But Mr. Toral seemed to like them. He kissed the tips and looked up at me.

"Good?" he asked and cupped my cheek.

"Thank you, sir." My voice shook.

He smirked. "Do you like it when I suck your tits until they're empty?"

"Yes, sir."

"Do you like to sit on my dick while I do it?"

"Yes." I breathed my response. I was about to dissolve into orgasm just from the fat hardness stuck inside me, unmoving.

"We can do it every day. Now ride me." With that, he palmed my ass and nudged me to move.

The relief was indescribable. His cock stroked my aching insides, and blissful energy flared out into my limbs.

A mere five thrusts, and I came in his arms, my cum staining his stomach.

"God, you're beautiful, Nico. Am I making you feel good?"

I nodded, twitching with aftershocks.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

"What do you want? Say it."

"Please, Mr. Toral, fuck me. Fuck me until I come again."

"Up. C'mon."

He manhandled me until I was kneeling on the sofa, holding on to the backrest, my ass spread out.

"Do you like it hard, sweetheart? I can fuck you hard. Or I can go slow and tease you until you beg me. What's it going to be?"

The truth was, I didn't know. I'd never had the opportunity to explore what I liked or a lover who cared enough to ask. But now Mr. Toral had stretched me, I ached with emptiness, slick pouring over my taint and dripping down my balls. Hard fucking sounded like heaven.

"I want it hard. Please, sir."

He chuckled darkly. "Of course, you do."

When he filled me again, I groaned with delight.

"We'll do this every day, Nico." He pulled out almost to the tip and thrust back in, sending me against the backrest. Then he retreated until just his cockhead was inside me. I braced myself for impact.

"Every day."

Another harsh thrust, hitting the mouth of my womb with precision. Sparks exploded in my core, and I moaned for him. Oh yes, I did indeed like it hard.

I wanted him to punch my womb with his dick.

"I'll drink your milk every morning, and I'll have it for lunch and for dinner."

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust .

"I'll finger you, tease you, violate you with toys, make the milk gush out of you. I'll fucking bathe in it."

His skin smacked against my wet crease as he sped up. I was soaring, raw power pulsing in my limbs. As if he fucked life into me.

"And we'll fuck. Every day. Like this."

Holding my hips, he pistoned into me. Every cell in me tingled and quivered. I'd been celibate for so long, and now I had the greatest cock ever pounding my needy hole over and over at the perfect angle. Energy gathered in my middle and rose to formidable heights, about to detonate.

The sounds I made were over-the-top pornographic, but I couldn't help it. I'd never felt anything like this. Not even in heat.

"Nico."

I came screaming, and as he fucked me through it, unrelenting, the waves of bliss came again and again, drowning me.

He curled around me, his warm palms on my pecs, his dick in me to the root. It felt even bigger from this angle, but I couldn't get enough of him.

"Fuck. I want to live inside you. Do you have any idea how many times I imagined bending you over in this exact spot?"

He rolled his hips, his cockhead kissing my womb, and I let out a guttural sound of joy.

I could come again. Easily.

"What do I need to do, Nico? Tell me. What do you want me to do?"

What did he mean? In my sexed-up mind, I couldn't see beyond my own need.

"Still coming," I mumbled, but maybe he didn't understand my garbled words. "More, please. More!"

"Every day, Nico. I need this every day, do you understand?"

Whatever he wanted.

His teeth grazed my shoulder. "Your milk. Like a drug. Your slick. What do I need to do, Nico? Anything. I'll do anything."

His words were interspersed with deep grunts as he bucked into me, his balls smacking against my wet skin.

I was close to another brain-melting climax.

"Your cum, please, sir. Give me…your cum. Please!"

He growled and bit my shoulder as his hips snapped forward. He all but drilled into me.

My orgasm exploded from the mouth to my womb, and my hole clenched around his perfect dick.

I felt it.

A splash of cum hit my core. Maybe it was wishful thinking, a hallucination amid the most powerful climax of my life, but I felt it.

His cum doused my pulsating insides, and I imagined my womb sucking it in. I couldn't get pregnant since I wasn't in heat, but that didn't matter. In my head, I could see it happening—my alpha would breed me, and I would be his forever. I would keep his seed safe in my core.

When I resurfaced, we were still joined. I shivered and twitched with aftershocks, and he rocked into me with slow, lazy thrusts, spooning me on the sofa. I didn't remember him rearranging my body, but he must have.

"Are you satisfied, omega?" he asked, his tone serious.

"Yes, sir."

"Describe it to me. How does it feel?"

I knew what he wanted to hear and wouldn't have to lie. But words were still difficult. "I'm…full of you, sir. You've made me come so many times, and your cock is still deep in me, and I like it. I feel amazing. Thank you."

"And your tits?"

"Thank you for sucking them, sir. You've brought me relief."

"Good boy. Now, as much as I'd like to do this all over again, we have a party to attend." He pulled out of me, making me sigh with the loss. Then he gave me a playful spank on my ass. "Get up and shower."

With surprise, I noticed that the prickling sensation on my ass cheek felt lovely. Huh . "Yes, sir."

I had my hand on the door handle when he spoke again. "Nico, wait."

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't close the door to the bathroom. I want to see."

I nodded.

Again, with the damned shame and humiliation. He must have known better than I did how much I would enjoy the feeling. I sat on the toilet because stuff was still leaking from my ass. Blushing furiously, I could feel his eyes on me as I peed and let his cum trickle out. I flushed the toilet and stepped into the shower.

He stood in the doorway in his underwear and watched me clean up.

"Show me your hole," he suddenly said.

I stopped the water and opened the glass door. Holding my ass cheeks spread out, I bent over.

He tapped my rim with his fingertip. "You're too clean. Next time we fuck, I want you to stay stained with my cum."

Until that moment, I hadn't fully realized we were playing a game. It had come easily, like a natural extension of our relationship, and I didn't have to learn the rules because I just knew.

I grinned. "I'd like that too, sir. I won't clean my hole unless you tell me."

"Good boy."

Another playful spank. Then he handed me a towel.

We'd always been a perfect fit—as boss and assistant. I didn't mind his dark moods, and he respected me despite my young age. In a mere couple of days, we'd moved and slotted together in a new way, equally perfect.

Everything he said and did was designed to make me want him even more. I was finding out so much about my own desires; it was making my head spin. I liked to obey . It aroused me on a visceral level I didn't understand, but God…I loved obeying his orders, especially the dirty ones. I liked the mortification that came with answering his questions and following commands. And I liked it when he praised me while calling me a wanton slut.

We hadn't talked about the future, but maybe if I didn't say anything, we could keep doing this. I wouldn't mind at all. I'd take care of his schedule and his dick. Instead of hiding in the shower to pump milk, I'd nurse him during lunch break. I could crawl under his desk and suck him off while he was in an online meeting. If he got frustrated with the board members and annoying clients, he could release stress by bending me over and fucking me as hard as he wanted.

But I shouldn't think about those things now, not when I was half naked and he followed me with his eyes as I fixed my hair for the gala.

When he asked me to fix his tie, I felt as if he'd given me a gift. He watched me as I smoothened out the knot and adjusted his pristine collar.

"You look very handsome, sir."

Mr. Toral cupped my nape and kissed me. "And you're beautiful. You'll stay close to me during the evening, do you understand? No wandering off out of sight."

"Yes, sir."

"And I want you to come home with me after."

Was I stupid to agree? But I couldn't say no to him.

"Yes, sir."

Another lingering kiss.

Then he offered me his arm.

"Let's go."