Training Tessa (Hot Texas Bosses BDSM Erotica) (8 page)

When Dixon released me, my legs gave way and my back slid down the wall. He grabbed me by the upper arms and hauled me to my feet.

“No rest for the wicked,” he said as he dragged me across the room, stopping behind his desk.

“Get down on your knees and back into the hole.” He sat down in his chair.

I looked at the space where his legs usually went, under the desk. It was a massive piece of furniture and the space was larger than in most desks.

Was I supposed to curl up in there and take a nap? But he had said, “No rest.”

As I backed into the space on my hands and knees, I heard a release of air. He’d hit the lever on his chair, adjusting it down several inches.

He unzipped his jeans and rolled his chair toward me.

“I want you to put my cock in your mouth, Tessa. I want you to tease it and suck it until I shoot my come into your throat.”

At that moment, I wanted to suck his cock more than anything. And I wanted to stay close to him and please him so he’d keep me around.

I grasped his thighs and planted my face in his lap. Pressing my tongue against him, I bathed his cock with slow circles, starting at the base.

“Damn, Tessa,” he said as I worked my way toward the tip. “I like your style.”

I was thrilled at the compliment. My tongue trailed around the indention between his shaft and tip.

He groaned, and I was quite pleased with myself.

His cell phone rang and he answered it. I paused.

“Yes? Great. My receptionist isn’t at her desk, so come on back to my office.” He hung up.

I lifted my eyes to his, feeling suddenly panicked.

“It was just Mr. Yakamura, downstairs,” he said. “Keep at it.”

Keep at it? With someone coming in for a meeting?

“Shouldn’t I get out of here before he—?”

“I said, ‘Keep at it.’”

Angry, nervous bees swarmed in my stomach. I wanted this to be personal between me and Dixon, not more entertainment for Mr. Yakamura. I should refuse.

“Tessa?”

“Yes?”

“Get back to work…”

Good, I could hide out in the copy room until Mr. Yakamura left.

“On my cock.” Dixon grabbed my head and pushed my face back into his crotch. When I didn’t move, he pulled my chin down, lifted his cock and shoved it inside.

The forcefulness of the action made my thighs squeeze in an effort to satisfy my revitalized clit.

As I began bobbing up and down on Dixon’s cock, I heard Mr. Yakamura come in. I didn’t think he could see me, but surely he’d figure out what was going on at some point.

“Sit down,” Dixon said pleasantly. “I assume you had a nice lunch.”

“The nicest,” Mr. Yakamura replied. “Exactly the dish I was hoping for.”

“I think we know your taste by now.”

Mr. Yakamura chuckled.

“So, what interesting investment possibilities have you found for us this time?”

I didn’t want to keep bobbing my head on Dixon’s cock with company so close, so I released it and ran my tongue up and down the shaft in a gentle tease.

Dixon tugged his jeans down a bit more, freeing a fuzzy ball.

“You’re neglecting this area,” he said.

I froze. Did he just speak directly to me with his guest in the room?

When I didn’t move, he pushed my head down until my lips met his testicle.

“Sorry about the interruption. My new receptionist is giving me a blow-job and she hasn’t learned my particular preferences yet.”

I couldn’t believe he’d said it so bluntly. I was embarrassed down to my toenails.

But he tapped my cheek and I sucked the fuzzy ball into my mouth.

“Ah, yes I had the pleasure of meeting her this morning. I think I need a new receptionist myself. Quite a prize you and your brother have.”

“Yes, well, I’m thinking of keeping this one exclusively to myself in the future.”

“I would as well, if I had such an assistant.”

Should I be flattered? Horrified? Angry?

I wasn’t any of those things. I was just really tingly all over and my pussy was soaked and wanting some action.

After several minutes of business talk, Dixon suddenly pulled my head up so high by the hair, I was sure Mr. Yakamura could see the back of my head. Dixon positioned his cock vertically and guided me back down onto it.

Obediently, I took him in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down as he pushed his pelvis upward in tiny thrusts.

When his cock touched my tonsils, he grunted.

“Would you excuse me while I make use of your facilities?” Mr. Yakamura asked.

“Of course,” Dixon replied.

I heard footsteps. The door opened, then closed.

“That man has the most impeccable timing,” Dixon said. “Now take my cock deeper, Tessa. I want to shoot my come down your throat.”

Damn that made me hot. I wondered if I was allowed to touch myself.

But I focused all my energy on him, my mouth sliding up and down his shaft more rapidly. I swirled my tongue and squeezed his balls lightly.

“Oh…deeper, Tessa. I want to be deeper inside you.”

I tried to relax my throat, but when his cock touched my tonsils, I was afraid of gagging. I jerked back.

“Swallow every drop.” He pushed my head down until his cock pressed into my throat. The idea of Dixon forcing me to take him deeper inside me was so arousing, I forgot to gag.

He tensed and groaned and hot come spurted down my throat.

*****

I awoke completely disoriented. Where was I? As I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I realized I was under Dixon’s desk.

I remembered him coming in my mouth and telling me to take a nap under his desk. I vaguely remembered Mr. Yakamura returning and their voices droning on about business.

But where was Dixon now?

I climbed out from under the desk. The office was empty. I walked quietly to the door and peered out.

When I didn’t hear or see anyone, I stepped out into the hallway and checked the clock in the reception area.

It was six-thirty. And I had been left there alone.

Chapter Six

On Friday, I had a lot on my mind. I’d finally found an apartment, but it wouldn’t be available for move-in until Monday.

I’d lied to Jill and told her I was moving in today and had a truck coming down from Michigan with my stuff.

The truth was I didn’t have enough extra money yet for a moving truck. I was lucky to have paid the fees at the storage facility that had kept my belongings since I lost my job.

And most of all, I needed to send some money to my sister ASAP, so my mom could stay at Greenwood Manor.

Even if I could move into an apartment tonight, I’d be on an air mattress with a few necessities and my clothes. As it was, I’d need to find a place to park and sleep in my car for the next three nights.

I’d never slept in my car, but it sounded kind of scary.

Although I’d considered staying at the office, I was sure the security and cleaning people would catch me there, and I knew it was against building policy.

Where could I park that I would be safe, but not noticed?

The garage? The security guard would surely toss me out. A neighborhood in the suburbs? They might call in a suspicious vehicle. A twenty-four hour mega-store? Hmmm…

I realized I’d been standing in the copy room doing nothing but worrying for half an hour.

“Tessa, bring a pencil and notepad to my office,” said Mason’s voice in my ear.

That seemed like an odd request. My bosses typically wrote everything on their laptops. But, I went to the reception area and found a pencil and a legal pad.

“I need to do a little brainstorming,” Mason said as soon as I entered his office. “Sit down there and take notes.”

I noticed that the chairs in his office were rearranged. Instead of two guest seats, slanted in on the right and left, one chair had been moved close to the desk, directly in front of it.

I sat down in it, readied my pencil and waited.

Mason rested his chin on his thumb, his index finger forming a moustache over his lip.

He seemed to be studying me. What in the world was he brainstorming? More ways to punish and humiliate me?

Wanton heat rolled through my body. I was aware of my tight nipples pressing against my bra whenever I inhaled.

“I need some help getting my creative juices flowing,” Mason said. “Take off your skirt and panties.”

A full-body shiver rippled through me. I hated that the bastard would probably toy with me, get me extremely aroused, but not let me come. Yet my body needed to obey him.

My hands shook as I laid the pad and pencil on the desk. Reaching behind me, I unzipped my gray skirt. It was snug, so I shimmied out of it and laid it on the extra chair.

With my back to Mason, I slid my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slipped them off.

Even though I was heated on the inside, the office air was suddenly too cold on my skin. Goose bumps rose on my arms and legs.

When I turned to face Mason’s steely stare, I wobbled a bit on my high heels.

“Let’s get back to work.” He held the pad and pencil out toward me.

I took them and sat down.

“Not like that,” he said. “I want the bottoms of your shoes up on my desk.”

“What?” I tried to imagine what he was requesting.

“I want one foot here.” He tapped a spot on the edge of his desk. “And one here.”

I realized that if I sat in this chair and put my feet where he wanted, my pussy lips would be spread wide for him.

I didn’t like the idea. It was humiliating in a way that didn’t seem hot at all.

There was something too personal about him staring straight into my most private parts while we faced each other only a few feet away.

I wanted to tell him I wouldn’t do it, but I really needed that paycheck today.

Reluctantly, I placed one high-heeled foot on the desk, then the other. My knees were bent. The wooden edge of the desk was wedged between the ball of my foot and the spiked heel.

“Not quite far enough. Spread them a bit more.”

I followed his instructions. This was the most awkward position I’d ever been in, even counting the one on my knees balancing on his brother’s desk chair.

“Now, take that pencil and trace your pussy lips for me.”