Page 11 of Bound to the Boss
“No.” She looked up at me and grinned, her eyes still slightly out of focus from rope drunkenness.
The office door started to open.
Both our heads swiveled toward it, and we jerked apart. Addie ducked underneath the desk. I snatched up my pants from around my knees and fell into my chair, jerking my dress shirt closed minus all the buttons. Shit. Leaning my elbows casually on the desk, I glanced up. It was the custodian, vacuum in hand.
I waved him away. “You don’t need—”
He pressed the vacuum’s on switch and waved back.
I leaned back with a sigh while the vacuum drowned out everything else. My jacket wasn’t anywhere to be found to cover up my ripped-open shirt. I started to fasten my pants so I could get up and tell him to leave, but a pair of slender arms slithered up over my knees.
Addie shook her head and moved my hands away from my zipper. There was no way she was thinking I would get hard again so soon after we’d fucked, especially with another guy in the office. But with her deep brown eyes sparkling and a daring smile on her lips, she freed my dick from my pants, still wet with her juices. She stroked it, just the tip, then gradually worked her way down to the base and then back up again. Her hands were soft but firm, and soon she had me hard again.
All the while, the janitor vacuumed closer and closer to the desk, completely oblivious of what was going on underneath it. What would he do if he knew I had a naked woman bound with rope kneeling between my legs and jerking me off underneath the desk? Tell someone? It didn’t matter, though. She was my kink.club match. My dick hardened even more.
Just as Addie settled her hot mouth over my tip, the janitor stopped the vacuum and smiled.
“You’re staying awfully late today,” he said.
I squeezed my shirt closed while trying to block myself off from view with my elbows propped on the table. “Uh, yeah. I’m really...”
Addie sank her mouth down lower, her cheeks suctioning tighter as her tongue lapped at her own juices on my cock. One of her hands massaged my upper thigh, and the other reached into my pants to tickle my balls.
Holy. Shit. What had I been saying?
“I’m really...” I groaned. “Hard at work.”
Addie hummed a small laugh, the vibration from her lips nearly shooting my load down her throat. Out of sight from the janitor, I raked my hand through her hair and fisted my hand at the nape of her neck to stop her, but she was taking me even deeper. My dick twitched and I groaned again, but I tried to pass it off as a cough.
The janitor was frowning down at the floor, nodding. “Yeah, I bet you are.”
Shit. That was where Addie’s clothes were. Well, he knew exactly what was going on, then.
“I’ll just finish up and be on my way,” he said and started up the vacuum again.
I groaned in agreement and in pleasure as Addie took almost my whole length into her mouth. Her lips pumped harder, faster. Her hand stroked me, too, while the other juggled my balls. I’d never had a woman give as good as she gave.
I sagged back into my chair, done caring about the janitor, and sank both my hands into Addie’s hair to guide her mouth over my cock. My buttonless shirt fell open to reveal my chest, but all I could focus on was the bound girl on her knees in front of me and what she was doing to me. My balls tightened. I was going to come, and there was nothing I could do stop it.
With the vacuum still roaring and the janitor’s back turned, I bellowed my release, straight into Addie’s mouth. She drank it all down, milking every last drop.
