Obsessed With My Father’s Boss

Claimed On His Desk

RHEA’S POV

My eyes blinked open and the ache between my legs welcomed me back to consciousness.

My c**t was still sore. I could still see it, the girl on her knees, letting him use her throat until he finished, and it had made me so wet I’d lost count of how many times I came with my vibrator that night. Even the memory of it now made my thighs clench.

I was still in disbelief, and when I told Lyra everything, her mouth fell open.

“You’re being delusional, right?” she asked for the third time.

“You needed to see him lick…” She cut me off, slapping her hands over her ears. “No more details. Please.”

I just smiled.

All through the day I couldn’t stop replaying everything in my head.

“So the great Rowan Langston has finally fallen for my dear best friend,” Lyra said, still in disbelief.

I smiled. “I don’t know if he has.”

Lyra sighed. “He knelt and ate your coochie, sweetie. He’s fallen.”

I wished it were true. I prayed it was.

We chatted for a while before I headed to see my father. I hadn’t seen him in a while, and I wasn’t going to pretend the chance to catch a glimpse of Rowan wasn’t part of the reason.

It was a smooth ride and my father was so excited to see me. He had a lot to say.

“Hope you’ve been a good girl?” he asked.

I smirked immediately. If only he knew how much of a bad girl I had become.

We chatted and laughed for a while before I hugged him goodbye. As I walked out of his office and passed Rowan’s, the door was tightly shut. I groaned in frustration.

I was almost at the elevator when a soft voice stopped me.

“Excuse me, ma’am. The boss wants to see you.”

I swallowed hard and followed her, too many thoughts running through my head, the delusional ones especially, like maybe he was missing me and wanted to see me.

She led me into his office and disappeared. Now I stood in front of him, sweat trickling from my forehead, while he sat there glued to his laptop screen like I wasn’t even in the room.

“Sit,” he said finally, lifting his head.

“Good evening,” I blurted out. He gave me a quick smile, then adjusted in his seat and looked at me properly.

I moved towards the chair but his voice stopped me.

“Not there. Here.”

He was pointing at the table. I swallowed hard.

“Why?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“No questions.”

“But…” I paused. His eyes were steady on mine, watching me with an intensity that made the rest of my words disappear.

“I said no questions,” he repeated.

I carefully set my bag down and walked towards him, my heart loud in my ears. He held my waist and helped me sit on the edge of the table.

Now I was only a breath away from him. He shifted closer in his seat, and when his hand reached for my boobs, I flinched.

“Don’t move,” he said softly, but there was something stern beneath it.

His hand started circling my n*****s, teasing them slowly until they turned hard beneath his touch, while I desperately tried to look anywhere but his face.

Then I felt his hand slide down to my thighs. I almost moved again, but the sound of his voice kept me frozen in place. He patted my thigh lightly before his hand began moving upward, painfully slow.

I breathed harder in anticipation, my entire body tense as his hand stopped right before the place I wanted him to touch the most.

He must have noticed my reaction because a smirk tugged at his lips before he continued. His fingers hooked onto my panties.

“Naughty girl. You’re wearing just this?” he asked.

I nodded weakly.

“Hm.”

His hand slipped inside, and within seconds he found my c**t. “You’re so wet,” he whispered. “Naughty girl.”

I couldn’t hide the moan that escaped me as he started rubbing me slowly.

My back arched instantly, my hips lifting to meet his touch. He seemed to enjoy my reaction because his pace quickened, making my breath catch in my throat.

Another moan almost slipped out, but his hand covered my mouth.

“Shh. You don’t want them to hear,” he murmured.

I swallowed my moans obediently, my toes curling as the pressure inside me tightened. I was close already, my breathing uneven and shaky.

“Don’t c*m yet. I haven’t tasted you.”

The orgasm that had been building inside me faded just enough to leave me trembling. He parted my thighs wider before kneeling between them.

That was it.

He left me gasping, whimpering into my own hand as I struggled to stay quiet, my legs trembling so badly I could barely hold myself up afterward.

I even had to stay behind before I could follow him home.

Maybe Lyra was right.

Maybe he really had fallen for me.