Dear Ex-Mate, Your Uncle Is Mine

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What I didn't understand was how those ropes he brought out came into his office. What does he do with them? I was so intense in the lust and the pheromones my wolf was releasing in me while he tied both my hands to the armrest of his seat. As though that wasn't enough, he sealed up my lips and I really knew why.

He spread my legs wider, his eyes pinned on my face while he trailed his fingers up to my thighs until he raised my skirt above my butt.

My heart raced. I didnt expect him to do this here, and at the same time I wanted to have him do it so I get to know how it would feel getting f****d by my boss. My breath was raspy, and if my lips weren't sealed up, I wouldn't try holding back my moans.

I felt his thumb brush the thick lips between my labia, causing my breath to hitch. I wanted to get off the ropes from my arms, but I was so helpless and just needed to stay calm and take in everything he dished out.

My chest almost exploded when he began stroking my swollen c**t, his breath harsh and desperate, his eyes fixated on mine while I whined my hips on the chair, parting my legs more and groaning inwardly. I fought to release myself from such bondage, but couldn't. My body was burning desperately for more, and I didn't want to miss this.

Soon, while I was still quivering, he rolled his tongue against my wet fold, sending goosebumps all over me. He pinned my legs at a place, squatting, and his head throbbing between my thighs.

Fucking goddess! This was just so hot of him. I hadn't ever gotten such a feeling while with Tyrion. The dickhead would have me give him a blowjob and go ahead to bend me over. He doesn't even care if I had climaxed and only focused on satiating his urges most. I hadn't found any issue with that until now, and looking closely at his uncle, who found solace between my legs, eating up my juices, gave me more reason not to regret Tyrion dumping me.

I rocked my pus*sy wall against his face, craving for more of what his tongue could do. I surely didn't want it to stop. I loved how my body hairs stood erect as shivers ran down my spine.

What I hated was how I couldn't let out those moans that turned to a murmur in my throat. I hated that I couldn't hold tight to his head and press my throbbing cunt against his face until he got enough of it.

My breath caught in my throat when he stood up, leaned his body towards my face, and carefully got off the seal. He looked me in the eyes, while his palm cupped my left boob. “You're not supposed to be getting this from me, because it might turn out dangerous the next time. Those pleasures could turn to cries of help, and I wouldn't give a f**k until I was done destroying you,” he whispered to me, his voice laced with lust and desire, while I bit my lower lip and said nothing.

He fondled my boobs, pressing them so much I thought they would burst, then he kissed me gently, and I got a taste of my pu*ssy juices too. He kissed me continuously until I was out of breath, then I felt his finger making way into my tight cunt.

My back ached at his touch. My wolf groaned in my head.

He kept thrusting his finger in and out of me, not letting go of my lips so I wouldn't scream down the building. I really wanted to cry it all out; the pleasure was beyond silent moans, I was f*****g soaked, and he could feel it.

I spread my legs wider, hoping that he doesn't stop. I nearly forgot that we were in his office and wished we could get a bed for us.

Until my legs began trembling. I felt so full that I needed to pee, but he rather fastened his fingers deeper into me. I wanted him to get away from me, so I would rush into the bathroom, but his body pressed against mine as though I were caged.

I stretched my body, my waist ached so much, and I felt my entrance getting tighter and wrapping around his fingers while he forced his way in. I couldn't scream; his lips still held onto mine even as my breath became so thick.

The atmosphere was filled with the sound of his finger thrusting continuously into me, making a slippery sound at each pace.

My lower belly was so clenched that I couldn't help but grit my teeth. I quivered as though I had caught a cold. I felt my c**t throbbing steadily as though it would fall off…and he didn't give a f**k but kept penetrating his finger into me.

When my flesh gripped his finger so much, he began grinding and rolling it in me, the pleasure almost making me go crazy. I locked eyes with him, and I could see the satisfaction he was getting from how my body surrendered to his touch.

He slowly pulled out his finger, and relief slammed my chest, but then he casually stroked my c**t, maintaining eye contact with me.

“How do you feel, kid?” his deep, aroused voice slammed my ear, and I winked.

Did he just call me that after having a taste of my cunt? Who said I was a kid?

I scowled at him and looked away, struggling to regain my posture so the kid I was could just walk away from him.

For someone who said I could call him ‘uncle’, it wasn't so difficult to use that word on me. If I were a kid, then I wouldn't be suited to be his secretary.

“Unity,” he mentioned, his voice so low in a whisper. “You squirt all over my office, so you're gonna clean it up. And since you've gotten this, I hope you don't go around announcing how you need to get f****d by some men out there. Be a good girl henceforth.” He kissed my forehead, untied my arms, and began walking into his restroom.

I stared at his retreating figure until he was out of my sight, then I let out a heavy, annoying breath.

Did he just do it to give me what I want, and not because he wanted it? Why was he making it look like he didn't want this?

It couldn't be so hard to ignore me like in his palace, yet he rushed on me like a meal, and now he was saying those gibberish things as though he paid to have me.

I just didn't like how my mood turned sour and had a good look between my thighs. ‘f*****g wet! I would smell of s*x if I got off here uncleaned.’ I thought and got down from the chair.

When he came into his office, I made use of his restroom to clean up before I took my time to tidy up his office again. I checked the time, and he had just a few minutes for the meeting with his board of advisors, so I had to remind him before taking my leave.

How he avoided my gaze ached my chest. They say men love women who could go watery for them on any damn second, so wasn't I that kind of woman?

I reached the door, glanced back at him, and he was so focused on his desktop. I hissed inwardly and pulled the door open, and standing at the doorpost was a woman, dressed elegantly, wearing a thick expression like her day had been so bad.

Slightly, I bowed, “Hello, do you have an appointment with…

But she hissed and stumbled in, making me lose balance. I turned back, shock spread across my face, only to watch her grab a seat opposite alpha Geralt and tucked her hair behind her ears.

Even though Alpha Geralt didn't even glance at her, I thought of one thing, ‘Could she be the mother of his child? She was young enough, but it doesn't seem like they were on good terms. Was there something about them I didn't know?’ I rolled my eyes and simply walked out of the office.

Maybe, I should look into Alpha Geralt just like he did to me.