Illicit Desires For My Stepfather

According To Plan.

MICHAEL

It's always been easy to get William's attention. He was too naive and easy to mess with, but that was the one thing that drew me to him.

“What do you mean you don't love her?” He asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. “I've seen you stare at her with love, if you don't love her, why then do you want to marry her?”

“I wasn't supposed to say that…” I muttered, letting out a sigh. “You know what, forget I said that.”

I really wasn't supposed to say that, it slipped out by accident.

“You're trying to mess with me again, aren't you?”

“I'm not messing with you…” I groaned. “I can barely think straight with a hard c**k in my hands, you do realize that, right? Why don't you help me out, then we can talk. How's that?”

He stared at me with those radiantly blue eyes of his that had drawn me to him the first time I saw him. I had known he was pretty, but I didn't think he'd be so pretty with those eyes.

“No.” He said defiantly. “I won't let you use me to get what you want and then wait for you to dump me again. I won't let you mess with me anymore. You can go f**k yourself.” He added and with that, he was out of the office.

“f**k!” I groaned, slamming my fist on the table.

I feared I would end up going off track if he kept being such a distraction. Despite the pain of being hard, I shoved my c**k back into my pants, praying I wouldn't get blue balls soon.

My phone buzzed, and my expression darkened as I swiped on the green button, placing the phone to my ear.

“How's it going?” Came the voice from the other end and I relaxed into the chair.

“Everything's going according to plan,” I muttered, my eyes fixed on the door that Will had just walked out of. “She has no idea what's coming for her and Will… well, I've got him where I want him.”

“Do not harm him, I told you this before.” The man replied and I shrugged.

“If he tries to stop me, there's no telling what I can do to him,” I said and when he growled, I chuckled. “I was joking, he's too pretty to be harmed.”

“I gave you a year to finish this off. You have only six months left. Use your time wisely.”

“Don't threaten me. If it's so easy, why don't you do it yourself?” I grumbled and ended the call right after.

Who did he think he was to order me around?

I had no idea where William went, especially since I hadn't even assigned him his position yet. So I ignored my painfully hard c**k and walked out of the office, hoping to find him somewhere soon.

To my relief, he was in the restroom, apparently talking to himself. When he saw me, he jerked back slightly, his cheeks turning red in embarrassment.

“If you're here to ask me to—”

“Follow me.” I interrupted him, turning away but he remained rooted to his spot, his hands folded on his chest.

“Where?” He asked defiantly and I faced him again, my teasing expression fading away. He straightened up when he saw how serious I was.

“You're my secretary, William. Regardless of whatever relationship we have, you should obey my words without argument.” I said, my voice cold and authoritative.

“You seemed to have forgotten about that when you asked me to stroke your d**k. That's unprofessional.” He mumbled, and I let out a sigh. I knew he had a point.

“Follow me,” I said again and he finally moved, walking behind me. “Your office is in my office,” I added and he exclaimed, walking to my side immediately.

“Why do I have to stay in the same office with you? Clara had her own office with the rest—”

“You're not Clara. Besides, I told you, you can't trust anyone but me. I need you close to me all the time.” I replied and he scoffed in disbelief, a displeased expression on his face.

“Just say you want me around you so you can mess with me all the time and make me do stupid stuff.” He grumbled and I snickered to myself.

He wasn't wrong.

“But why do you sound like I'm in some kind of danger?” He questioned and I stopped walking for a moment, turning to him. “Am I in danger?”

At this point, I was torn between telling him the truth and going with the flow. Either way, he would still find out.

“Michael, are you gonna hurt me?” He asked and I stared at him with furrowed brows.

“Where did you get that idea from?” I asked and he looked away like he didn't want to speak. “I'd never hurt you. God damn it, you're too pretty to be harmed.”

He looked at me like he didn't believe me and I couldn't help but wonder what he heard.

“I'm gonna take you on a tour around the company.” I changed the topic and his brows furrowed. “I don't want you getting lost like a little puppy.”

“I'm not a little puppy!” He retorted in annoyance and I snorted. He was so easy to distract. My naive Will.

We walked around the company together and I couldn't help but notice how attentive he was when I explained stuff he didn't understand. When I showed him the PR team's headquarters, his jaw literally dropped.

He was easily awestruck and impressed and it made me want to draw this reaction out of him more.

We finally made our way to the reception, where everyone greeted me with respect, but I barely noticed them. My gaze was on Will even as we walked, and I found myself smiling when he nearly tripped.

“Are you laughing at me?” He asked in embarrassment and I immediately shook my head. “Do you think anyone else saw me trip?” He looked around as we turned to the next corner.

“It doesn't matter,” I said and his shoulders slumped. “Do you know how to use the printer?”

“Michael, all I've ever done since I could work was f**k. I didn't even attend college. Which is why I'm confused as to why you chose me to be your secretary. I don't even know how a computer works, talk more of a printer.” He complained, his words jumbling over each other, and I chuckled in amusement.

“Here, I'll teach you,” I muttered as we both stood in front of the printer. “It's not that hard,” I whispered, watching as he leaned closer, his hand fixed on my right hand that pressed some buttons on the printer.

When I was sure he was very focused, my left hand slipped into his shirt, grabbing his waist and pulling him to me. He jolted almost immediately, slapping my hand away from him.

“Don't touch me again! Anyone could walk by!” He whispered harshly and I raised a brow in amusement as I leaned against the wall behind me.

“So if no one would walk by, you'd let me touch you?” I asked and his cheeks burned red as he looked away.

“That's not what I meant! This is unprofessional.” He replied and I suddenly took steps forward, trapping him between me and the printer.

“What if I don't care about what people think? What if I wanna touch you everywhere and anywhere?” I whispered, my nose brushing against his and his breathing sped up, his eyes falling to my lips.

“Mike, please.” He begged, his hands reaching out to my chest to push me but we both knew he wasn't trying at all.

We suddenly heard footsteps coming towards us and his head snapped to me in shock.

“Let me go. Someone's coming!” He whispered harshly but I refused to let him go.

Who cares if we got caught?