Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 10

Mila's pov

After those salacious encounters, I continued to work under Mr. Williams, which was an open invitation for us to flirt. I didn't have many duties other than to take meeting minutes and check the company's inventory purchases. It was all very simple but necessary for my grade and to keep our secret.

During one meeting Mr. Williams was heading, I was taking notes as usual when a flicker from my phone screen lit up the room. Feeling bored I swiped it down, opening the message. It was from Everett. He'd been much more attentive, lately.

My eyes studied the selfie of him bare chested, his sinewy muscles naturally protruding, pulling his belt downward, just barely revealing his dark path to paradise. He was trying to entice me.

Everett: Pick you up after work?

Normally, this would have set me on fire; it used to be exactly what I wanted but now, all it did was cause me trouble. This was just another test. The pictures and messages were becoming increasingly risqué. He knew something was up as I'd been more distant, but never in his wildest dreams would he think the other man was his father...

Mr. Williams suddenly snapped me out of my daze with his baritone voice. Noting my obvious distraction, he circled around my desk like a wolf with its prey. I was both sexually enticed and mortified. I felt my pussy twitch as he neared, already becoming damp.

"Daydreaming during meetings, are we?" he asked. Everyone's eyes snapped to me. I desperately suppressed my embarrassed blush. His dark eyes lingered on me a moment longer than necessary. In front of the room he announced, "Since you don't find things interesting, I think the perfect assignment for you is to purchase this month's office supplies, Mila."

Forcing my mouth shut, I stifled a huff, burning inside with confusion. Was he jealous? I remained quiet, abruptly shutting my phone off. For the rest of the meeting, I vacillated between annoyance and fear, grimacing and tapping my foot until it was over.

When everyone had left the room, I sprang straight up, heading toward him. Though I felt confident at first, the moment I was within his space, my knees trembled, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

He smelled intriguing, with a touch of musk and cologne. It was the same scent I'd picked up on when he had me bent over the desk, his cock plunged deeply inside me. I almost began to undress in front of him but then I snapped out of it. Through fierce discipline, I tossed those thoughts aside and forced myself to speak.

"You assigned that extra work, only to punish me, didn't you?" I asked, swallowing hard, determined to keep my resolve. "If it's over the picture, I can explain..." I trailed off licking my quivering lips as I spoke, my heart racing. A light sheen of perspiration wicked from my palms as I dug my nails into them. Leaning against his desk he looked at me over his bottom lids with a sly smile.

"Do you think I'm easily intimidated?" Mr. Williams asked, with a confident smirk then added, "Everett can't handle a slut like you." He gestured casually in my direction.

"H-How dare you?" I retorted, throwing my hands down but then I stopped when I saw where he pointed. As if to demonstrate his superiority over his son, he fanned his fingers over his crotch in his business pants. Even though only partially erect it proudly bulged, calling to me.

Exhaling through shuddering lips, I had to force myself from dropping to my knees and deep throating him right there. I hated to admit it, but he was right; he knew how to draw the nympho out of me. As if he read my mind, he beckoned with one sharp jerk of his index finger.

"Come here."

Without control, I traipsed toward him dutifully, noticing how slick my thighs already were. My panties slipped between my legs, barely able to contend with my sopping pussy. With each step my core surged and swelled. Biting my lower lip, I blinked tightly once then batted my eyelashes at him.

I could see how enticed he was, his cock etched tightly against his zipper, flexing once. He gripped me, pressing himself between my legs, a gasp escaping my lips. Briefly, I glanced out the door terrified that one of his employees would come in and see us. This was so wrong.

Tilting my chin toward him, we locked yes as he asked, "Are you going to be a good girl and do what you're told?"

I wanted to refuse but couldn't resist as his thick fingers flitted up my skirt. A wave of pleasure rippled and I gasped as they spread, twisting my panties to the side. In protest he yanked them down.

"I thought I told you to stop wearing these," he said in a gravelly tone then slipped his fingers inside my dripping slit. I moaned as he fingered me, causing me to arch back. He pulled my hair, staring straight into my eyes.

"The next thing that comes out of your mouth better be, 'Yes, Mr. Williams, I'll do what you ask'." My eyes widened as I shuddered against his palm, my nipples erect. I squeezed my thighs around his warm hand as I rode him hoping to sneak out a quick orgasm, praying that he would fuck me soon.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Williams." I couldn't help but stutter, exasperatedly. "I'll do whatever you ask." Whimpering I knew I was at the mercy of his rhythmic caresses. Refusing to release him when he tried to pull back, he wryly laughed and brought my ear to his mouth.

"You're such a dirty girl. I'm the only one man enough to handle you," he said, his warm breath clinging to my supple skin. "Isn't that right?" he asked. I gasped and nodded awaiting his next command.

I was dying to have him toss me down on the desk and take me from behind but instead he pulled his fingers out of me and pressed them against my mouth. Willingly, I ran my tongue over my own juices silently begging him to take me.

He dropped his hand, pressing his thumb to my swollen lips. When he forced it into my mouth, I grabbed him, eagerly suckling on his salty digit. As he slid his thick thumb out, my saliva trailed at the tip of it.

It reminded me of how his beautiful cock tasted when he thrust it into my mouth only days before. I stared between his legs then at him, my expectant expression unwavering. Pleading with my eyes, I exhaled as he moved to my mouth, tasting me. He lingered, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth, gently retreating, then he stopped.

I was on the verge of climax, legs involuntarily splayed out, clenching and contracting. My nipples could cut glass, my clit engorged; he could simply blow on me and I'd come for him. Instead of continuing however, he said, "Now, get those purchase orders prepared, or I'll show you what real punishment is."