DIRTY DESIRES: FORBIDDEN STEAMY STORIES

His Forbidden Intern II

When the doors opened into the penthouse, Adrian was waiting. He wore a black shirt open at the throat and dark trousers. He looked me over slowly.

Turn around, he said.

I turned. He walked a full circle.

Good, he said. You followed instructions. Come here.

I walked to him. He took my chin between his fingers and made me look up.

You are nervous, princess. That is fine. Nervous means you understand the weight of what you signed. Tonight we begin slowly. I will not f**k you yet. I will learn your body. You will learn how to please me. You will learn what happens when you obey and what happens when you do not. Are you ready?

Yes, Sir, I said. My voice shook.

He led me into a large living room with floor to ceiling windows. The city glittered below. He sat on a low leather couch and pointed to the floor in front of him.

Kneel down.

I sank to my knees on the thick rug. The dress rode up my thighs. He watched me with calm, hungry eyes.

Put your hands behind your back and your eyes on me.

I clasped my hands and looked up. He reached down and traced my lower lip with his thumb.

Open your pretty mouth wide.

I opened my mouth. He slid his thumb inside. I closed my lips around it and sucked gently. He made a low sound of approval.

Good. You will use that mouth often. Tonight you will practice. But first I want to see how wet you already are.

He pulled his thumb free and ordered me to stand and lift the dress. I did. Cool air hit my bare p***y. He leaned forward and ran two fingers through my folds. I gasped. I was soaked.

Already dripping, and I have barely touched you, he said. Such a needy little princess. Sit on the edge of the couch and spread your legs. Hands behind your back. Do not move.

I obeyed. He knelt in front of me and looked at my exposed p***y for a long moment. Then he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from my entrance to my c**t. A broken moan tore out of me.

Ahhhh Sir…

He licked me with long, deliberate strokes, never rushing. Every time I tried to rock toward his mouth he pinned my hips down. He edged me carefully. When my thighs started to shake, he stopped and sat back.

Not yet, princess. You come when I allow it. Not before.

He stood and unzipped his trousers. His c**k was thick and heavy, already hard. He stroked it once and stepped closer.

Open your mouth. Hands stay behind your back. You will take what I give you. If you need to stop, you tap my thigh twice. Otherwise, you will learn.

I opened. He slid the head between my lips. The taste of him filled my mouth. He pushed deeper, slow and controlled, until I felt him at the back of my throat. I gagged once. He held still and stroked my hair.

Breathe through your nose. Good girl. You look beautiful with my c**k stretching your pretty mouth.

He began to move, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper. Wet sounds filled the quiet penthouse. My eyes watered. Spit ran down my chin. He f****d my mouth with a steady rhythm while telling me how good I looked, how perfect my throat felt, how he was going to train me to take every inch without choking.

When he finally pulled out, I was gasping. Strings of saliva connected my lips to his c**k. He wiped my mouth with his thumb.

Get on the floor, on your hands and knees. Ass up.

I dropped into position. He lifted the dress over my back and slapped my ass once, hard enough to sting. I moaned.

That is for the photos on company property, he said. The rest of your training will be mixed pleasure and discipline. Tonight I only taste and teach. Tomorrow the real work begins.

He returned his mouth to my p***y from behind, licking and sucking until I was shaking again. Every time I got close he stopped. I begged. I moaned. I called him, Sir, over and over. He kept me on the edge for what felt like an hour. My arms trembled. My voice was hoarse.

Please Sir, I need to come please

Not yet, princess. Suffer for me a little longer.

He stood and stroked his c**k while looking at me. Then he painted my tongue with his c*m, thick and hot, and ordered me to swallow every drop. I did. He pulled me up, kissed my forehead, and told me to clean up in the guest bathroom.

You will sleep here tonight, he said. In the guest room down the hall. The door stays open. In the morning, we review the rules again before you go to the office. Do not touch yourself. That p***y belongs to me now.

I lay on the guest bed with the collar of the black dress still around my neck and the taste of him still on my tongue. My body ached with need. My mind spun with equal parts fear and dark excitement. I had signed a contract. I had knelt for him. I had swallowed his c*m. And the internship that was supposed to build my career had become the leash he now held.

I closed my eyes and whispered into the dark.

Yes Sir.