She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother

”Today really isn’t your day, is it, darling?” Alex whispered, silk over amusement. ”Look like your old man is already in danger.”

He let the words sit, then added, almost lazy:

”And we are such a good employee and client. We should go check on him before something serious happens.”

He loosened his grip on her hips. His thighs shifted back. His cock dragged out of her in one slow, wet pull, every inch leaving her clinging.

Naomi felt the retreat immediately.

Panic cut through her chest. She did not want to let him go. Employer, mission — she did not give a fuck about either. She only wanted him to stay inside her, to finish what he had started, to ruin her before he walked out of this stall. She was certain that if he left her like this, she would never get this back.

The thought of him pulling away and leaving her stranded with that heat was worse than any threat of violence.

Instead of letting him slip free, she pushed back.

With frantic, shameless force, Naomi ground her backside hard against his groin, rolling her hips to swallow him deeper. Her drenched inner walls clamped around him like an iron vise, squeezing his thick length to the absolute hilt, refusing to surrender a single millimeter of the fullness stretching her open.

Alex let out a low, gravelly chuckle against the damp skin of her neck, thoroughly entertained by the savage desperation locking her body against his.

”Looks like you’re enjoying having my cock inside you a little too much, darling,” he murmured, his thumb stroking over her hip bone with slow, deliberate pressure. ”So much that you don’t even care if your employer gets his skull cracked on the floor below.”

Naomi shuddered, her forehead pressed hard against the cold metal partition. Her fingernails scraped against the steel as she struggled for air.

She didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. Her body was speaking for her with ruthless, shameless honesty.

Alex leaned closer, his warm breath ghosting against the shell of her ear, his voice dropping into a dangerously smooth, reassuring rhythm.

”Relax, Naomi. You’re not the kind of woman meant to be fucked in a cramped, filthy cubicle while some trust-fund brat throws a tantrum on the other side of the door.” His fingers slid up her spine, pressing her back flush against his broad chest. ”A dangerous creature like you deserves to be taken properly. Pinned down on clean sheets, stretched until your mind completely breaks, and thoroughly ruined the way you’ve been begging for all night.”

The promise was intoxicating, heavy with a dark, velvet authority that bypassed her defenses entirely. It wasn’t a dismissal — it was a claim.

The suffocating fear of being cast aside began to loosen its grip on her throat. Her pulse steadied beneath the dirty certainty in his words, finding an illicit sense of comfort in knowing he wasn’t done with her.

Slowly, the desperate clamp of her inner walls began to yield.

Alex didn’t rush. He drew himself out with excruciating slowness, letting the heavy ridge of his cock drag across every swollen, hyper-sensitized fold of her channel with deliberate friction.

A broken, breathless whimper spilled past Naomi’s teeth.

The sudden void felt almost violent. The moment he cleared her entrance, cold air rushed against her drenched, weeping folds, leaving an unbearable, hollow ache in the pit of her stomach. Her inner core clenched violently around nothing, spasming in futile, rhythmic tremors as if trying to pull the weight of him straight back in.

Her knees buckled beneath her. She had to slap both forearms flat against the partition just to keep from sliding down onto the wet floor, her breath hitching in shallow, ragged gasps.

Trembling, she twisted her neck, looking back over her bare shoulder.

Her dark eyes, blown wide and hazed with lingering heat, locked instantly onto his groin.

His length hung heavy and rigid in the dim amber gloom of the stall, glistening under the low light, slickly drenched in a thick, undeniable sheen of her own juices.

The visual broke whatever fragile remnant of discipline she had left.

Instead of reaching down to straighten the hem of her ruined dress, her knees simply gave out—not from weakness, but in deliberate, willing surrender.

She sank to the polished marble floor.

Naomi knelt between his thighs, her dark hair tumbling over her bare shoulders in messy waves. She looked up, her dark eyes black with feverish intensity, locking onto Alex’s gaze through heavy, trembling lashes. She didn’t look away, and she didn’t hesitate.

Parting her swollen lips, she leaned forward.

Her warm, velvet tongue touched the base of his shaft, tasting the intoxicating mixture of his feverish skin and her own pearlescent heat. A ragged shiver racked her frame as she began to lick him with slow, deliberate thoroughness, dragging her tongue upward along the thick, pulsing vein, drawing every glistening trace of her own wet surrender into her mouth.

She took her time, savoring every inch, her gaze fixed entirely on his face, silently offering him the sight of an elite mercenary reduced to an eager, desperate pet. When she reached the swollen crown, her lips parted wider, wrapping around the head with a soft, wet suction that sent a deep thrum of heat straight into his core.

Alex stood tall above her, completely unbothered by the ticking clock outside or the chaos brewing downstairs.

A faint, indulgent smile curved his lips. He didn’t force her down, nor did he wrench her head forward into a punishing cadence. Instead, his broad hand settled gently against the crown of her head.

With effortless care, his fingers threaded through her dark, tangled locks, smoothing the wild strands back and tucking them neatly behind her ear. His palm cupped the side of her flushed face, his thumb stroking across the high curve of her cheekbone with slow, possessive affection even as her mouth worked hungrily around his rigid length.

”Such an eager mouth,” he murmured, the words low and amused. ”You would stay there until morning if I let you.”

He tipped her face up so she had to meet his eyes.

”That’s enough for now. We have a man to keep breathing.”