His Obsession, My Ruin

Bent to Behave

Chapter 5

Melanie's POV

If I had noticed the rapport between my dad and this new “partner,” he must have too. Idris had been working so hard for my dad to treat him like that, so I got why he wasn’t taking it well.

He stretched out his hand regardless. “Maddock. Business Development Director. Nice to meet you.”

Okay… that was a shocker, but thank God he was keeping his cool.

“I look forward to working with you,” Jason said.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you do? I must have forgotten the details of the partnership,” Idris said.

Actually, he was just never told.

There was a little crack in his composure. Maybe it was just because I knew him too well, but I could feel the hostility.

Jason paused, almost like he could sense it too, then he smiled like nothing happened.

“My company does a lot of things, some of which piqued the interest of Albert,” he answered.

Albert? He was calling Dad by his first name.

“Jason’s just being humble. He built his company from scratch off pure talent. Did I mention he has his hands in the tech sector? ” Dad—well, “Albert”—added.

Okay, that was as much weirdness as I could take.

“I wish I could stay to talk longer, but I have to go greet the other guests. Once again, it was nice to meet you.” I flashed a smile and linked my arm with Idris.

“Let’s go.”

Idris didn’t object, but he waited until we’d made it through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries and trained smiles, before he finally spoke to me.

“You knew about this?” he asked, discomfort evident on his face.

“Yes… not really,” I said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“Hey, Dad mentioned it once during dinner. I didn’t really pay attention because I thought it was one of his old hunting buddies. You know he says stuff like that all the time.” I tried to explain.

My heart ached slightly. I could see the hurt disguised as offense in his eyes.

“Well, that’s not a hunting buddy. Is he the son of one of his friends?” he asked.

I shook my head. I’d met all of his friends, and I mean ALL of them. Unfortunately, that meant I’d endured their attempts at matchmaking me with their children. If I’d met or even seen that man before, I’d remember. His face wasn’t one you forgot.

“You should have told me,” he murmured.

“Idris,” I placed a palm on his chest—his heart pounding against it. He was scared.

“It’ll be fine. It’s a temporary partnership. Dad’s just being weird. He’s like that sometimes. Sometimes he pretends I’m a man just so he can say he has a son.” I joked.

That was very much exaggerated, but it did the trick. Idris’ brown eyes lit up a bit. His lips curled into a smile.

“I didn’t mean to be harsh.” He pressed his lips to my cheek.

“I understand. It’s your job to know about these things. I’ll talk to Dad.”

He smiled at that and finally loosened up a bit.

Huh?

My eyes wandered around the room until I found my dad, and when I found his new partner, goosebumps ran through me. He was looking right back at me. His expression unreadable from over here.

Who exactly are you?

***

As we walked into the house, my back ached from standing straight all night, and my dress dug into my sides even though it was tailor-made for me previously. But I knew what I had to do first to resolve what happened tonight.

I took Idris by surprise, my hand on his chest as I placed a kiss on his neck. He murmured something about being tired, but I knew just what he wanted. I slowly traced the outline of his body as I knelt, my hand already cupping the bulge that showed through his trousers.

“Let me help you with that,” I slurred as I unbuckled the belt easily, pulling down his trousers. My legs grew wetter as his d**k sprang out of his pants. Long, hard, and aching for my warmth.

“f**k yes,” Idris groaned as I rubbed the length of his c**k slowly, then without wasting time I engulfed it. I could taste the pre-c*m on his c**k, and with each groan from him that made my core throb hotter, I took him even deeper until he hit the back of my throat.

“Yes, f**k, that’s good. That's right, you're mine, my little plaything.”

I responded by turning slightly with his c**k in my throat, and that made his entire body shake as he groaned loudly.

Finally I gagged, still keeping it in as he loved the feeling of me choking on his length. Before I pulled out and engulfed it again. My hands were already working on my aching p***y as I rubbed it furiously, trying to push myself to the climax I knew Idris was about to reach.

The way he twitched, the throaty groans, and his tightening grip on my hair only pushed me further. And I didn't know whether it was the stress of the day or what happened with my father, but he came even earlier tonight, the warmth of his c*m pushing me to my own climax as my vision blurred white.

The only thing I heard was “Bend over the chair” in that deep, hungry tone of his, and my body obeyed even though I was out.

He wanted me, and I was his.