Not Safe for Work(94)

I couldn’t erase what had happened at work, or the consequences dangling over my head like the Pink Slip of Damocles, but there was no way in hell I was letting any of that kill what we had. Even if my libido had checked out, Rick’s hadn’t, and I’d be damned if he wasn’t satisfied tonight.

I pressed his shoulder gently. “Sit back.”

He did, and I moved to the floor in front of him. Eyes wide and lips apart, he watched as I unzipped his pants.

“Just because I’m tired,” I said with a grin I didn’t feel, “doesn’t mean you are.”

“I know, but I—oh, Jesus…”

I swallowed his cock as far as I could take it.

“Fuck, Jon.” His hand skated over my hair and rested on the back of my neck. “That’s…” He trailed off into a moan. I clung to his enthusiasm, his arousal, and did everything I knew he liked—stroking, sucking, running my tongue around the head. Even if my heart wasn’t in it, he didn’t have to know. And my heart was in making sure he enjoyed this. Making sure he was happy.

“And since this firm needs to do whatever it takes to keep Rick Pierce happy, so do you.”

I forced that thought out of my head and concentrated on teasing his cock with my lips and tongue.

Rick’s fingers combed through my hair. “That’s so good. Holy—” He exhaled sharply, his hand twitching against my scalp. “Your mouth is f*cking incredible.”

I gave him even more. Anything he wanted. Anything he liked. Just as long as he kept groaning and gasping, shuddering at my touch and thickening in my mouth—all because I wanted him to be happy. No one else. No other reason.

“Please tell me I can come,” he slurred. “Please…”

I moaned the closest thing I could to an affirmative, forcing enough enthusiasm to mask how dominant I didn’t feel just then, and Rick sucked in a breath. His cock thickened between my lips. His fingers tightened in my hair. Semen rushed across my tongue, and the more Rick cursed and trembled, the more I felt like a fraud. I should’ve been turned on, pleased by his obedience and aroused by his orgasm.

But all I felt was relief that I’d faked it well enough to get him off and keep him from catching on that something was wrong. As I sat up and met his eyes, the relief ran even deeper—his eyes said he’d bought it. Crisis averted.

As I took my place on the couch next to him and he fixed his pants, he said, “What about you? You haven’t—”

I kissed him. “What I wanted tonight was to get you off.” I settled back on the other cushion. “Mission accomplished, I’d say.”

“But I…” He held my gaze. After a moment, he rested his hand on my thigh. “Then all you have to do is say the word when you want me to get you off.”

“Believe me.” I touched his face. “I know.”

“Haven’t had too many Doms who like sucking cock,” he said, still slurring a little.

“Their loss.” I kissed his cheek. “There aren’t many things hotter than a man who’s getting a blowjob and isn’t allowed to come.”

“Except you let me come this time.”

“This time, yes. But not every time, if you recall.”

He nodded vigorously.

“Thing is, I’ve known a few who think blowjobs are for submissives.” I draped my arm around his shoulders. “I happen to disagree. It’s just up to me whether I do it because I want to get you off, or because I want to torture you by not getting you off.”

“So I see.” He studied me. Something in his expression faltered slightly, as if he were starting to see through the fa?ade. There was only so long I could keep hiding it, so I took the direct approach. Sort of.

I squeezed his shoulder. “Listen, I’m sorry I’m still ‘off’ tonight.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He kissed me and smiled. “We’ll get back to the kink just like we did before, after work bogged you down for a while. I’m not going to complain about this part.”

It was supposed to be reassuring, but it hit me right in the gut. Right in that knot of guilt and disgust.

I could still please him. Physically, anyway. But what about when he wanted me to top him again? When he wanted the Dom he’d signed up for in the first place?

As Rick laid his head on my shoulder, and we held each other in the lazy afterglow, I felt even worse than I had in the conference room this afternoon.

Well, Mitchell. I’m keeping him happy…

*

In the NSFW Zone the next day, the banter continued as it always did, and it kept me somewhat grounded while I worked. The crew didn’t even realize how much they kept me in the here and now instead of letting me drift into freaking out about my bosses and the man they wanted me to keep f*cking.

Or how difficult it was to even think about f*cking him with all this hanging over my head. I couldn’t even tell if my Dom side had anything to do with it. Dom or not, this guy did not take kindly to being treated like a prostitute. Sex with strings attached wasn’t fun, especially not when those strings felt a lot like puppet strings.

I shuddered.

Glancing around the room, I fought back the queasy, paranoid feeling that was trying to settle in my gut. Teagan knew what was going on. No one else did. I was certain if I so much as opened my mouth, it would all come spilling out and everyone would know.