Part 22
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He lightly brushed his lips against mine, not fully diving in. His hands were now in my hair, cradling the back of my head as he teased me.
‘Whipped.’
I know, I know. I was a sucker for this man. If he commanded me to sit in my chair and work for the rest of the day I would because I so badly wanted to please him.
“Please, Mr. Blackstone,” I whispered against his lips, my eyes shut and my fists clenched around the material of his button up.
“Daddy,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine still.
“Please, Daddy,” I breathed.
I felt him smile, nip at my bottom lip, and then press his lips to mine softly. When he pulled away I was breathing heavy. The powers this man held in just his lips were overwhelming.
Who told him he could be this breathtaking?
He pulled my hair a little tighter, causing a small moan to escape the back of my throat and he growled before smashing his lips against mine.
‘At least you have some kind of effect on him too.’
His hard erection was pressed against my stomach and when he pulled away I smiled, “Would you like me to take care of that, sir?”
He pulled his handkerchief back out and wiped his mouth, removing my lipstick now, before bringing a clean corner down to my mouth and clearing a few smudges around my lips.
“No, Genevieve. I do have quite a few contracts to go over today so I’ll be bringing you home and then coming straight back. Go grab your bag and we’ll head out.”
“I can get myself an uber, sir,” I began walking to my desk but he grabbed my upper arm and brought me back to his chest, “I told you I was bringing you home. Do you need another punishment? I can find some other body part to make sore If you’d like.”
“No, sir. I’m sorry,” I shook my head slightly, staring into his dark amber eyes.
He smirked and let go of my arm so I went to my desk and grabbed my purse. He had already walked to the elevator and was waiting for me now.
The elevator ride down was, thankfully, uneventful. A few people got on and rode down to different floors, all giving him a ‘Good afternoon, Mr. Blackstone.’. Most of the women drooling and giving me a glare.
He pulled his phone out briefly and then put it back into his pocket. I wondered if he was texting Jasmine, but shook the thought from my brain. He could text her all he wanted. I didn’t care. I would get what I wanted from him and that was it.
When we made it to the lobby he put his hand on the small of my back as he usually did but this time when we passed Dariah, I didn’t smirk. I was officially the other woman and there was no dignity in that.
“I’ll be back in a few moments, Dariah. Please hold all of my calls until I get back,” he said as we passed her.
“Yes, Mr. Blackstone. See you soon.”
As we walked out the door I saw his Jaguar already waiting for us outside. He opened my door and helped me in. I maneuvered myself so that I was facing his seat and sitting mostly on my left hip because sitting on my ass was way too painful. Even my skirt moving against my ass hurt. I would peel my clothes off as soon as I got home and lay on my stomach in my bed for the rest of the day.
When he got in and saw the way I was sitting he smirked, “Make sure you take a few Tylenol when you get home for that sore ass.”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded.
As he pulled out into the road and began the trip to my apartment he said, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”
I had no choice but to look at him but I didn’t mind, “Laying naked on my stomach in bed watching tv,” I answered truthfully.
He cut his eyes at me and the look he gave me was pure lust, “Oh? Would you-- No,” he sighed and looked back to the road.
“Sir,” I asked suddenly, “Can I ask you a question?”
He looked back at me for a moment, “Yes.”
“Am I...the biggest girl that you’ve...been with?”
He arched an eyebrow but looked back at the road, “You are the curviest, yes. Why do you ask?”
I looked down at my fingernails before looked back up at him, “Just something I overheard Jasmine saying.”
He looked back at me, “What do you mean? What did she say?”
“It’s nothing, sir. I’m a big girl and I can handle it,” I didn’t want to go tattling to him when he had no loyalties to me.
“Genevieve, tell me what she said, now,” he commanded. Damn it, there it was.
I sighed and played with the ends of my hair, “I guess she was on the phone with a friend while I was in the bathroom and I heard her saying that you didn’t like...‘fat girls’... and that I looked ridiculous in this outfit and also that it made me look like I was trying to climb the corporate latter...sir. She called me ‘frumpy’.”
He snorted, “Frumpy? She said that? Are you sure she was talking about you?”
“I’m pretty sure, sir. She said that the ‘new one’ is a brunette as well, and she feels you have a type.”
He chuckled, still looking at the road, “I can assure you that you are not ‘fat’. I love your body, Genevieve. Your curves on one of the many things that attracted me to you. You are not ‘frumpy’. You are well put together and very attractive. You’re outfit today, while it does bring attention to all of your curves, is still flattering and professional and you do look good.”
He looked into my eyes and smirked, “You look sexy and it makes me want to do very bad things to you.”
My breath hitched in my throat, “Were you going to ask if you could come up and help me undress? Before you stopped yourself?”
He looked back at the road and made a turn, “Yes, but I do need to get back to work.”
It was my turn to smirk now. I placed my knees on the seat and leaned towards him, nipping his earlobe, “I want you to come up with me, Daddy.”
I saw his hands clench the steering wheel, “I cant, Genevieve. I have to get back.”
I brought my hand down to his now growing erection and breathed against his ear, “Please, Daddy? Let’s take care of each other. You’re hard, I’m wet, and I know you haven’t c*m, at least not in me, since Friday night.”
“Genevieve,” he moaned as I started stroking him over his suit pants.
“Say yes, Daddy. Let’s play together before you go back to work.”
He chuckled, “Are you trying to manipulate me, Genevieve?”
I chuckled as well, “Is it working, sir?”
He stopped in front of my apartment and put his hand over mine on his erection and squeezed slightly, “Yes.”
I leaned back and took my seat belt off before quickly opening the door and pulling my purse out with me. I made my way inside of the building and to the elevator as I heard him slam his door and follow me.
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