Hasty Feisty

Chapter 11 | FILTHY AND FORBIDDEN

"I'm done here."

I passed the papers on to the other worker, yawning as I finally ended my shift.

Just the usual day, typing, making paperwork, and serving. I honestly preferred this than to be with The Regio, with their suffocating presence, threatening aura, how, before every dinner, I would sit with them at the table, feeling my appetite fade away, how whenever they were spending time with me, I would shy away, nervousness looming over me, especially those days when I can feel their stares on me.

I also haven't seen Zacharias, Leo, and Toshiro for days now. The other Regio executives said that they just handled some business.

"You may now leave, Ms. Miran." One of the guys with a mask said while I nodded in response. I still have no slightest idea what their identity is. Nonetheless, I follow their so-called 'policy'.

"Where's Mask?" I asked before going out of the office.

"He's just working with the others; Regio's paper works are now overloaded, so mask assisted the others."

"Ah, right, thank you—"

"Wait, Allura— since you're going out as well, can you pass this to Sir Lorenzo?" One of the workers said as he passed me a folder.

"Oh..." I swallowed a lump in my throat, blinking as I hesitantly reached for the folder.

I walked to Lorenzo's office and took a deep breath before knocking at the door.

Silence.

I took another look at the folder, opened it, and saw some essential information. I had no choice but to hand it along because the document may be important.

Deciding not to waste my time, I finally opened the semi-opaque glass door since it's not locked.

"Sir?" I took a look around the dimly lit room.

"Allura," I flinched as I heard his voice from behind. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, they asked me to give you this." I passed the folder to him. "Sorry if I entered your room, you weren't answering."

After I passed the folder and bowed, I quickly walked out of the room, but then a hand closed the door before I can even go out.

"Huh?" My breath hitched as I looked back at him.

"You're not done here yet, the report isn't complete," Lorenzo said after he flipped the pages on the folder.

"But I'm not the one who's making them." I replied.

"Oh really?" He raised a brow while skimming through the file, humming. "Learning these in such a short period of time can be quite a handful for you, yeah?"

"Wait, I mean, yeah? But that's not my job and on the contract—" I was cut off as he walked to his desk, sitting on his office chair as he placed the folder on the table.

"Sit here." Lorenzo raised his head as he motioned me to sit.

"No thank you, sir, I need to go—"

"I said sit." The sudden drop in his tone made me follow him, scaring me a bit.

I stood up in front of his desk, looking everywhere in the office except at him.

"Why do you look so tense?" He asked.

"Ah w-well..." I quickly replied, desperately thinking of a word to say but nothing came to my mind.

"Sit here." He patted his lap.

"Excuse me?" I almost choked on my words.

"I don't like repeating myself." He said, starting me a bit.

"Oh?" My brows furrowed, but still went around the desk, and sat on his lap, feeling a bit of nervousness and chills in my body.

"This is so awkward." I whispered under my breath, thinking he couldn't hear what I just said.

"Awkward huh?" He chuckled from behind. In this position, I can clearly feel his breath behind my ear.

"You should learn how to be more composed with your boss more often," He shook his head in disappointment sarcastically. "We'll be doing lots of things in the future, can be next day, can be tomorrow, can be later, can be now."

"You're our employee now, Allura." He added.

"Well, let's start now." He said as his hand slipped under my arm, shocking me a bit, but he only reached for the papers from the desk.

"So, when making a report, especially the annual ones,you should read the contents, not once, not twice, but more than thrice, especially before submitting it to us. We don't want any mistakes in here." Lorenzo stated, his words displaying his strictness.

When it comes to these kinds of things, I think he's the most composed and professional of them all.

"Each section should have a bulleted list beside the indention, and put all of the charts and summary at the last pages." He said, showing me the files and documents on the computer screen.

After some minutes of explaining and instructing, I nodded and finally understood.

"Get it now?" He asked.

"Yes."

Feeling a wave of boredom wash over me, I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Fortunately, I'm not facing him, so he didn't see, but if he had, who knows what might have happened to me.

"So you only knew how to make such reports now? Aren't those masked guys training you well?"

"Well..."

"I guess that's a no, starting today I should train you more often, hm?" He said, then moved his legs, which startled me a little, and I shifted on his lap, feeling a little uncomfortable in the position.

"Goddamn," I thought.

"Now do it, show me how you'll do the report." He said as he gave me the stacked papers.

"Right..." I grabbed the keyboard, printed papers, and ball pen, checking each mark on the pages, remembering what Lorenzo taught me a while ago.

"Read this, it's the instructions." He muttered as he puts in an indention.

"The contents written on this company are essential, rules and regulat—" I was cut off when I felt his legs shift beneath me, causing friction. I tried not to think about it, biting the insides of my cheeks to concentrate on the letters on the file.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you." He commanded.

"The contents written on this company are essential, rules and regulations should be followed, the vis—" I said more loudly, but was cut off as I felt friction from below, and I couldn't help but lose focus as I felt his legs bouncing second by second, and the fabric in my skirt was starting to wrinkle.

"Sir." I tried to call his attention.

"Did I say to stop reading?" His tone was commanding. "Continue reading, start again."

"I-I can't..." I whined, but he moved his leg more harshly. I quickly bit my lip to stop the sound that nearly escaped my mouth.

"It'll be quite a shame to disappoint one of the executives, right?" Lorenzo questioned.

"Well damn," I thought, trying to compose myself. "Sorry, Sir."

"T-the contents... written on t-this company— a-ah..." A sound escaped my throat. In a panic, I quickly bit my lip, attempting to stop the sound and the movement of his legs under, until I heard a deep chuckle from behind.

Lorenzo covered his surprised reaction by laughing to seem unbothered, but he knew it had an effect on him that made his eyes widen slightly.

"Mhm, what's that again?" Lorenzo asked.

"Uh," I panicked now. "s**t s**t shit."

"I'm asking about the content you're reading," Lorenzo said.

"O-oh, well."

I felt his hand grip my waist, and I jolted from the contact, trying my hardest not to focus on the shifting of his leg under and instead, the file in front of me.

"What's stopping you from reading?"

"Sir, your— your leg." I murmured. "C-can I sit somewhere else please?"

"I love how you say please, but if you stand up, aren't you afraid there's a damp spot on my lap?" He smirked, raising his brows as I looked behind him.

My eyes widened, I looked down and saw that he was wearing a suit, and light grey pants, how a damp spot can easily be visible. I felt ashamed as my cheeks heated up.

"I'm afraid a rookie employee like you who only receives a minimum wage can pay for her sequences. Can be morally or... physically." He whispered as his face went closer to my ear, feeling his hot breath on my neck, leaving me flustered from the heat. He puts some strands of my hair behind my ear, tucking it.

"But don't worry. As your supervisor, I can take your mistakes, so better prepare to reciprocate it." He lets out a deep chuckle, a raspy voice, saying words such as I should only listen to him and only him. His other hand left the paper and keyboard on the desk and went to my thigh, instead of gripping for my waist, now it's my thigh. He gripped them tightly, and I knew it would leave marks. He pries them open as his hand went higher.

Squirming under his grasp, I felt a hard bulge under me, feeling agitated and desperate, I grind at his thigh. I heard a low groan from behind, and he then grabbed my jaw, making me face behind him. He didn't waste time kissing me hungrily and passionately, marking purple marks on my jaw and neck.

"S-sir wait...I—" I stuttered, my thighs shaking as my hand was trembling on the desk.

"You want me to stop?" He asked, stopping his movements. "Answer me."

I shook my head, looking down in shame. "No..." I whispered under my breath.

"What was that?" He smirked. "I can't hear you, baby."

"I said don't—"

"Don't what?"

"Don't stop, sir," I admitted through my gritted teeth. He noticed my plucky behavior at that moment, making him smile.

"Gladly." His other hand which was gripping my thigh now was on my entrance, rubbing a damp spot as I whimpered. His fingers were gliding down inside my underwear, fully exposed to him.

"Stand up, face me." He patted my thigh, making me stand up and sit on his lap again, but this time, facing him.

"Ah, damn." He groaned as I moved on his lap, feeling my clothed c**t brush against the hard bulge inside his pants.

"Ride my thigh." He said. I started moving my hips as whines escaped my lips. I placed my hands on his shoulders, grinding on his thigh, feeling so wet and pleasured by the friction and contact.

"I'm only asking you this once," he asked between his pants and heavy groans. "Do you want me?"

His face came closer to mine, plainly teasing me, wanting to hear those obscene lustful words from me.

I formed my mouth in a pout, my lips trembling as I nodded slowly, my eyes becoming glossy.

"Yes, sir," I answered, oh how I never thought that these filthy words will come out of my mouth.

"I'd be amused to hear you beg." He replied.

"Please, sir— I want it..." I said, almost stuttering and choking on my words, feeling all humiliated. They say that yourself knows your body, right? But that's not what I felt right now, I felt like something, like he was in charge of it, like voodoo in action, with controlled movement on my hips, ecstasy, and a barrage of filthy sounds escaping my purity, like an angel in bliss.

I indeed fell for his enticing trap, and he had me wrapped around his finger.

It felt forbidden, all wrong, this is wrong, f*****g with my boss? I thought, wanting to stop, but the blazing hunger in his eyes and the heat emanating from him were too much to bear. This is all for my own guilty pleasure.

"I finally got you." He said as he kissed my forehead.

But Allura didn't see that he had a devilish smirk on his lips.

He has a predatory look on his face as if he has her cornered.

"However, isn't it filthy?" He whispered, my eyes widened as I tried to look up at him, but his grip on the back of my head was too strong.

After all, he's my boss and I'm just his mere employee, right?

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him, where he noticed tears forming in my eyes and a malicious smirk on his face.

"Filthy how I got my dear employee begging for me."

Forbidden.

"But don't worry, I'll take care of that."

All so forbidden.