Page 16 of Belonging to Them

“I can and I will.And you won’t just be touching me, baby girl.You’ll be sucking on my cock.”

She gasps.

“Unless your scandalized noises are suddenly a safe word, Ella, you better get busy with my cock.”

It isn’t easy for her, but she manages to maneuver my dick out of the opening in my pants.While she licks around the head, I pick up my phone and dial.

No, I’m not calling an actual business associate.Kinks are fun, but others should only be brought into them with consent.So it’s Sebastian I call.

“What’s up?”he answers.

“Yeah, hey,” I say into the phone.“I needed to talk to you about some businessy business things.”

Beneath the desk, Ella pauses.

Bash laughs.“The fuck, King?What are you talking about?”

“Well,” I say, “this is a very important phone call, while a certain little girl learns what she can do for me when she comes to visit me at work.”

“Is she on the desk or under it?”he asks.

“Under.Numbers are low,” I answer.“The initial models are showing up strong, and hopefully the initial vigor won’t get sucked out too quickly.”

“Fuck, take a picture for me,” he says, rightly understanding my coded language.

Ella has said before that she’s comfortable with he and I taking pictures just for our own use, but I hold my phone up where she can see it.“For Bash?”I say.

She nods and bobs her head forward, swallowing me all the way to the edge of her throat.

“Fuck,” I say, tapping the button to save the image.I text it to Bash immediately.

“Wish I was there,” he says.

“This is the kind of service we only offer to our VIP clients,” I say, putting on an officialbusinessy businessvoice.Ella moans softly, and I can feel it in my balls.I continue, “Of course, the trajectory of success is dependent entirely on those numbers from the final quarter matching up with our initial estimates.”

“Is she into this?”Sebastian asks.

“Hell yeah,” I say.“I’ve never had such an enthusiastic meeting in my office.”

“You sick fuck,” Sebastian says, laughing.“But we’ll have to do this again another time.I have to go—video call with Pat to talk about next week’s set line-up.Tell Ella I said hey, and that she looks beautiful.”

“Will do,” I say, closing my eyes as she swirls her tongue over the head of my cock.Damn.

The call ends and I pretend to check my email for a minute, typing nonsense into a blank window while Ella goes to town on my cock.Her warm, wet mouth is both treat and torture.

Before I can come, I pull her head away from my cock and slide my chair back.Her lips part in surprise—they look wet and swollen from sucking me.Slowly, she puts her index finger in her mouth and tightens her lips around it.Pulling her finger out again, she says, “That was fun, Daddy.”

With a frustrated growl, I grab her by the arm and haul her off the floor, yank down her pants and panties, and then spin her around, bending her over my desk.

“Are you wet, little girl?”

“So wet, Daddy.”

I plunge a finger into her pussy, and it is wet as advertised.“Did playing with my cock get you ready for me?”

“It always does—you taste so yummy, Daddy.Even when it’s so, so wrong.”

“Tell me how wrong it is.”