Prologue: The Unavoidable Offer
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He was wanting more... more from me... I... I couldn't even picture myself getting laid off and being f*cked by my boss - I knew it was already inappropriate, accepting his ridiculous offer. But the idea of serving him? Having s*x behind these doors? It gave me much more pleasure I never even thought was hiding in the depths of my fantasies.
But the main problem is... I haven't even done it yet! Oh, god no. I haven't even had s*x before! If this continues, he'll be the first one to get it! Just looking at his still hard thing made my heart want to jump out of my mouth, but to think it's inside me was just unimaginable and too much...
Goodness... Thinking about what might happen - made me want to throw my liver out... I am not prepared for this... Not at all. Is this the moment I'll lose it? To him?
Still half-naked. I stopped him - gripping his shoulders, as he was about to carry me up to his office table... He looked at me in the eye with hints of confusion...
I shook my head...
"I... I am not... ready to go there. Well-... Well, not yet". I said with a shaking voice. He was stunned as the following words left my mouth. I-I think I just ruined the moment!
He is speechless. I think I just left him baffled, given I had already signed the contract!
Then an unexpected knock on the door, both cutting us off from the steamy hot scene we were in, which made me jolt from where we were standing... Distancing myself a little bit from him.
My reflexes quickly hit-off. I hastily gathered my clothes on the floor, as fast as I could, but I didn't know what I should do?! Or where should I go? Or where should I hide?! I am way too nervous and shaken-up to even wear my shirt!
But then...
"Mr. Prescott?" someone called from the outside.
I think my heart just did a 300 km race, as I was stiffened up in my position - unable to move. Mr. Prescott then gently covered my mouth, making me able to taste him - his manliness. He slightly pressed his body as he motioned me to stay quiet and stand still, but it sent chills all over my body, making me want to convulse at the moment. Then I was cut off by my imagination when someone knocked again - harder this time.
"Maybe he's already gone home? It's past 9:00 already anyway." an anonymous person muttered.
"But I need to submit these papers ASAP." one said, and the other quickly replied, "Why don't you just put them on his table?"
F*ck! They are about to go in!
The moment went so fast, before we could even react and put on our clothes, the door suddenly burst open.
Sh*t. We are busted. I haven't even locked the door. Damn.
In one swift movement, Mr. Prescott suddenly grabbed my arms and dragged me on to the back of the large bookcase standing next to his office table. He then covered my mouth with his hands.
"Shhh. Don't make a sound, baby-" he whispered heavily into my ear.
My breathing turned ragged as I felt his huge hard c*ck bulging and baring my ass. Our bodies are heavily pressed together in this tight and dark space. I think I will go crazy at any given moment. I could feel him. I could feel his strong arms entangling my powerless body. I could feel the warmth of his breath, blowing on my neck and it was very intoxicating. His smell is all masculine, like the scent of old spice whiffing and bringing me into a place I have never been before, and his face - sculpted and made by the angels, is just centimeters away from my neck. I practically feel his soft and wet lips tingling. For a period, I think I was on drugs - feeling high with all the sensation he was giving me.
I hate to say this, but even though this is unethical, this moment makes up for it. I sighed a little bit loudly.
"Hey, have you heard that?" one person said.
Yes. I forgot about them.
Mr. Prescott suddenly clutched my mouth harder this time - giving me a tough time breathing.
"Heard what?" another said. "I think I just heard a noise?" another replied. "Dude, you're just imagining, come on. It's late." the other guy replied again.
They finally shake off and head out of the office - closing the door with a loud thud, finally locking it. I've never breathed so deeply before in my life - knowing that we are safe - safe for now.
Into my shock. Mr. Prescott suddenly leaned in to my vulnerable ear. His well-trimmed-beard gently scratched the back of my neck, and then he whispered to me in his deep, inviting voice.
"We are not finished yet... I'll message you tomorrow." he said with a very dark expression. Leaving my knees weak.
"Accept my offer, be mine... and I'll give you anything you want." he added persuasively, as if we were in a business negotiation.
"I...-" I stuttered, being unable to finish any clumsiness that would come out of my st*pid mouth. I didn't know what to say - I didn't know what to tell him. All I can think about now is I need to get out of here now, before I give in to this inexplicable pleasure and then somebody finally catches us.
I didn't even let him react or say anything more, because I knew that I was powerless with him. I just pushed past him - quickly put on my shirt, then gathered all of my belongings and ran out of that office. Leaving him behind...
What am I even thinking? I almost had s*x with him with people around! I shouldn't have done that, but... but I have no choice - I have already signed the contract, so I need him more than this dignity that's remained in me.
So I walked through the hallways from the office that are now slightly dimmed and empty through the elevator. The coldness of the air conditioning made my hair all over my skin tingle - leaving me goosebumps - making me want to wake up from these delusions.
Moments passed and with the blink of an eye. I was now sitting in the subway, waiting for my destination - to where life would bring me. I still couldn't help it, but to think what I felt about Mr. Prescott back there. The feeling of lust and desire, stirring inside me, is inevitable when I am with him. If this wasn't because of me losing that st*pid scholarship, this wouldn't have happened. I would still be a decent college student.
I am Lucas Summers and this is how my story began.
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