Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 18: Office Politics

Mila's pov

"I did exactly as you asked," I answered, quivering from frustration. I furrowed my brow in slight annoyance. "I can't get a good rest when I'm pent up like this. Can't you see how sleep deprived I am?"

"Oh, you poor little thing," he cooed, with slight sarcasm. "Let me help you. Now, take your hand and pull up your skirt," he said. Grabbing the seam I began to draw toward my upper thigh, dying to get to the good part. "Slower." He commanded me.

Impatient but willing to do what I needed to get pleasure; I followed his lead.

Pausing, I stared directly into his eyes as he watched me gradually inch it up my thighs revealing my silky underwear. Then I pulled them aside as I moved my fingers on the outside of my pussy, displaying it for him.

I shuddered as he took notice of me. Trembling, I prayed that he would be tempted and give some kind of release. He narrowed his eyes, staring at it and me with those dark, intense eyes. I leaned toward him, pinching my nipples hoping to make them look irresistible to him.

"You deserve something from me, just like I promised."

His thick, strong fingers stroked me for a second but then he spread my lips and pressed them to my clit. I gasped, gripping his wrist, silently begging him not to stop. Sweat began to drip from my neck down to my cleavage. He moved to it and licked the droplet, then bit me on my neck. Dropping my head back in pleasure, I whimpered.

He pulled his cock out of his zipper and showed it to me, holding it in his hand. Moaning and shuddering, I began to drip down my thighs, through my silky panties. Just the sight of him near my hole made me convulse.

"Do it," I pleaded, shaking uncontrollably with anticipation. My mouth was wet as I ran my tongue along my lips. "I need it badly." I winced.

He smirked at me and then pressed the tip to my swollen clit. Rubbing it up and down gave me such pleasure I broke out in goosebumps. If he kept that up, I'd come. That's all it would take.

He entered me half-way and slowly moved it in and out of me. The combination of him just barely inside me with the stroking of my labia made me closer to climax. Desperately, I clung to his cornflower blue oxford shirt, then clawed at his neck, pulling him closer.

"You're such a good girl. I can feel how much your pussy wants me. You're twitching on my cock with me barely doing anything."

"It's true," I whispered as he pushed me against the wall. "Don't stop!" He thrust rhythmically then with more force. Panting, I was just as I was on the verge of orgasm, when there was a knock on the door.

"Hello? It's Robert." I jumped in surprise. That was bad timing.

Mr. Williams grinned mischievously and whispered, "Do you want Robert to see you in this lewd state? If he does, I'm sure he won't want to take you out this afternoon."

Mr. Williams' hand was on the knob and about to turn the deadbolt to open the door.

"No, please!" I whispered fiercely, waving my hands at him, "Let Robert go." Mr. Williams returned, bending me over. This time, he didn't waste any time and shoved his cock inside me.

He had to cover my mouth to keep my moans from escaping my lips as he drove as deep as he could. I strained against his palm, licking it as I cried. Once he brushed my cervix, I came. My pussy was still contracting on him after nearly a minute of him being stuffed inside me.

Once he pulled out, I realized just how exhausted I was. I watched as he tried to put his hard cock away, but it was still throbbing and swollen to tame behind his zipper. As much as I wanted to admire it, I didn’t have the energy. As he smoothed his clothes, I nearly stumbled to his couch.

"I need to take a short nap. I promise I'll be up soon."

Before he could answer me, I was asleep.

***

During my nap I dreamed of Everett exposing my relationship with his father. We were in the same office. When Everett threw the door open, Mr. Williams had buried his cock in my throat, and I was eagerly devouring it. I heard a gasp and then there were accusations.

"You're sleeping with my father?" he asked, shouting in slow motion. "I'm telling everyone! Do you hear me? You'll pay for lying to me."

Terrified and embarrassed, I shrieked and tried to conceal my identity, but nothing worked. Repeatedly, he called me out, pointing then running away. My chest was tight as I chased.

Before I could stop him, Everett went to everyone I knew. Soon my coworkers were staring at me with supreme judgment calling me horrible names.

Then, my father was standing at the end of a procession of people who hated me now, his hands on his hips, eyebrows angled with anger, lips drawn down. Just as he was about to scold me my eyes fluttered open.

I was in a cold sweat, grasping my shirt, clinging to the buttons. My heart was racing, and adrenaline was pulsing. Blinking several times, I finally realized it wasn't real, but Mr. Williams noticed my distraught state.

"What's the matter?" he asked me, but of course I couldn't tell him the truth.

"Just a bad dream," I whispered. I was in a daze as I thought about that for the rest of the day.

In the afternoon, I waited for Robert to bring me to the merchant. Tapping my watch, I wondered where he was. I felt nervous we wouldn’t make it, so I sent him a message. I knew it was far away and scheduling a last-minute cab would be a problem.

Me: Are we still on? I think Mr. Adam wanted me there by 3:30 pm.

Robert: I can't pick you up. Williams has me working on several data sets. Sorry to tell you so late!

Me: It's okay. I'll figure it out.

Huffing, I crossed my arms, feeling suspicious of Mr. Williams. Twisting my face into a scowl, I burned with annoyance and frustration as I kicked the ground. Would he really behave so childishly?

Though I waved at cabs, nobody stopped for me. Standing outside in the autumn wind became more difficult when the temperature went down. My hair was flying all over the place when a navy-blue BMW pulled up beside me. Shivering, I was holding my arms, rubbing them when he looked out the passenger side window.

"Need a ride?"