So Rare (Boys of South Chapel #3)

33. Kabir

Chapter 33

Kabir

NOW

A light knock on the door startles me enough to pause my rage-typing, but only for an instant. Apparently the Formula 1 team I acquired partial ownership of in the Empire Forest deal is a ticking time bomb of egos, in-fighting, and overspending. I have no interest in attaching the Spencer Enterprises logo to a flailing company, so changes are being implemented immediately.

“Come in,” I call out as I hit Send.

My gorgeous darling girl waltzes through the door and strides right up to the opposite side of the desk. She plants her hands on her wide hips and bites down on that pouty bottom lip I want to pull out from between her teeth and suck into my mouth.

I sense what she needs. I yearn to bend her over on this desk and give it to her. But not until I check in with her.

“Are you well, love?”

One perfectly arched brow lifts. Gods, I love the way she bounced back so quickly, sassy attitude and all.

Eyes narrowed now, she assesses me. My dick twitches with eagerness, waiting for her reply.

“No,” she says flippantly. “I’m not well at all. I’m pissed you’ve gone soft on me.”

The air evacuates my lungs in a huff. “Excuse me?”

I give her the out.

“You heard me,” she sasses, tilting her head, still watching me in challenge. “You’ve gone soft. Your friend Garrett must be rubbing off on you.”

This may be the first time I’ve ever heard her say his full name. The mocking in her tone has nothing to do with the other man. That I can guarantee. No, her ire is aimed directly at me.

I hold her gaze, calculating.

She stares right back with those wide green eyes, showing me exactly what she wants. Really letting me see her. Once I’m sure I’m reading her correctly, I smirk. Brat Mode has indeed been activated, and I fully intend to take care of that.

Steepling my fingers, I rest my elbows on the desk and regard her. “Safe words still red and pink?”

She bites back a smile and nods.

“I didn’t hear you,” I tell her flatly.

Her eyes sparkle with delight. “Yes, Sir,” she coos.

Gods, I love this woman. “Undress and get on your fucking knees, whore. I’ll show you how unsoft I’ve become.”

She’s naked and crawling under my desk in no time at all.

Quickly, I unfasten my belt and unzip my trousers to grant her easy access to my rapidly hardening cock. “I have to be on a call in three minutes,” I inform her. “Take out my cock. Put it in your mouth.”

Eagerly, she complies, and I have to bite my fist to fight back a groan as the first undulating wave of pleasure washes over me.

I reach down and pet her cheek, then slap it lightly for good measure.

“Oh, and Hunter? This meeting typically runs well past the scheduled ninety-minute mark. Settle in, love. You’re going to be down there a while.”

Her mouth. Her sassy, smart, cheeky, beautiful mouth. It’s so warm. So fucking wet. The slightest swallow threatens to undo me completely.

She’s barely moving. Such a perfect, obedient thing. The occasional swirl of her tongue around the crown coupled with the way she suckles on the tip each time she needs to swallow the saliva pooling in her mouth has my entire core spasming.

I’m moments from ending the meeting when movement below the desk catches my attention. It’s subtle at first. A slight shift. A more noticeable moan.

When I glance down, I spy the source of the uptick in commotion.

She’s touching herself.

She’s touching herself, and by the looks of it, she’s feral for release.

Eyes wild. Mouth full of my fat, weeping cock. She absolutely knows better, and yet there she is, with one hand woven between her bare thighs, frantically rubbing her cunt.

I clear my throat, and at the sound, her eyes grow wider. She freezes the instant she knows she’s been caught.

Reaching over, I mute the call and turn off my camera. Then I place a sticky note over the lens for good measure. No one else gets her like this: so desperate and needy she was willing to defy me for the briefest moment of relief.

I roll the chair back a few inches, forcing her to shuffle frantically on her knees to keep my cock in her mouth.

“Did I instruct you to touch yourself?”

Her pupils blow out. She attempts to swallow.

“Answer me.” I grip the back of her head and thrust into her mouth until my crown is momentarily lodged in her throat.

“No,” she says, the single word garbled around a mouthful of hard, aching cock.

“And yet you chose to do it anyway. Such a needy little bitch, so hot and bothered from warming my cock under this desk for two hours. You’re a slutty little thing, aren’t you, love?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nods fiercely, her eyes welling with tears. “I’m a slut. A needy, cum-thirsty slut.”

Satisfied she’s repentant, I reach down and squeeze her nipples, using the edges of my manicured thumbnails to pinch the raised buds until she moans. Then I graze her sides, smoothing my palms down her torso.

I can practically feel her holding her breath, desperate to see if I’m going to address the growing ache between her thighs.

I don’t.

Instead, I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “I’ve just thought of several more questions for my admin team. Questions that must be asked and answered right now.”

She whimpers in understanding.

“Hands on my thighs, love. Don’t move a fucking inch. We’re going to be here a while more.”

When the call finally ends, I’m so desperate for release I nearly knock the laptop off the desk in my haste.

I pull back quickly, violently freeing my cock from her warm mouth, then grip myself hard to stave off my orgasm.

I’m right fucking there. So fucking close. But Hunter is my priority. Even if I don’t plan to let her come until I do.

Her cheeks are flushed. She’s panting. And her thighs are coated in a glossy slickness.

“Look at you, whore. Drenching yourself. Dribbling on the floor.”

To her credit, she stays stock still and silent as I degrade her. Such a good fucking girl.

I shuck off my suit jacket and lay it out behind her.

“Lie on your back, Firecracker. Now .”

I squeeze the tip of my cock again. The sight of her splayed out under the desk is enough to tip my arousal into overdrive.

“Do you want my cum?”

“Yes. Please, Sir. Please,” she begs.

“Such a cock slut. Desperate for this cum. Desperate to be filled.”

I shove my pants lower, then drop to my knees so I’m hovering over her writhing, naked form.

“Spread your legs wider. Let me see that needy cunt.”

She does as she’s told, revealing the glistening pink perfection between her thighs.

She’s a sight to behold.

“You’re perfect,” I praise. “Only one thing could make you prettier…”

I jerk myself in rapid motions. Eyes wide, she captures her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Good fucking girl. I see that look in your eyes. I see you holding back and resisting. You’re doing so well for me, love.” Through gritted teeth, I tell her, “I’m going to paint you with my cum. Spread my cream all over your pussy. Coat you from clit to taint.”

The first warm jet of semen to escape me lands on her clit. She whimpers on contact.

“Take it, whore. Fucking take it.”

She preens as I deliver on my promise. Several productive tugs later, her aching cunt and smooth, pale stomach are dripping with my seed.

She’s a fucking sight: pussy lips bright and swollen; chest heaving with exertion and barely contained restraint.

Carefully, I retrieve my phone from the desktop. I move slowly and methodically, showing her the device so she’s fully aware of what I intend to do.

“Spread wider for me, love.” I meet her gaze and wait for her to nod her consent before taking the picture. “Such a pretty image, my needy whore spread out and covered in cum.”

Smiling, I turn the screen so she can see how gorgeous she looks.

“I’m going to keep this picture forever,” I tell her reverently. Then, an idea strikes. “Or perhaps I should send it to your brother. Your boyfriend, maybe? Your other European lover?”

Her face reddens as she fights the compulsion to sass back.

I tsk. “All these men in this house, eager and ready to please, yet my whore always comes back to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You’ve been such a patient thing. I think you deserve a reward. Would you like that, Firecracker?”

“Please, Sir,” she pants.

I smear my fresh cum around her clit— around being the operative word—taking my time, gliding the sticky seed up along her pubic bone. Then I use two fingers to gather most of it back up and trail it through her folds, bypassing her pussy entrance completely.

She whimpers.

I swat at her clit in warning.

“I know what you need, Firecracker. But you did attempt to take over without permission. You know better than to top from the bottom. Naughty girl.”

Another quick swat above her clit has fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

I pause, allowing her to take a breath and to utilize a safe word if needed. When she doesn’t make a sound, I probe the tip of one finger between her folds.

“So as much as I’d love to push in here”—I give her half an inch and fill with pride when she stays perfectly still—“and press into your G-spot just the way you like—” One more inch. The slightest crook of a single finger. Then I pull out and leave her empty. “I’m afraid that’s not an option today.”

Her eyes widen, the pupils blown out so she’s left with the wildest, most frantic expression.

“Hunter.” I command her attention back to me. “You’re still going to come, love. I assure you. Just not how you want.”

She gulps past the objections I’m certain are clawing up her throat. Then she nods.

“I feel compelled to remind you who’s in control when you give yourself to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

In an uncharacteristic move, I break from the scene. Bending low, I capture her lips and kiss her deeply. When we’re both breathless, I pepper her neck and chest with kisses while simultaneously showering her with praise.

“You’re doing beautifully, love. Such a good fucking girl. You know I’ll take care of you, Hunter. I’ll always make it feel good in the end.”

She curls up, cups my face with both hands, and kisses me once more. “Thank you, Sir,” she murmurs, the simple words filled with such assured trust and satisfaction, it’s hard to fathom she’s still on the brink of orgasm.

Pulling away, I snap back into character. “Play with your nipples while I finger your ass. It’s your only option if you want to come.”

With a grin, she lies back and does as I command.

I gather up my seed along with her own arousal, then coat my finger in the fluids. I watch, enraptured, at the way her rosebud stretches beautifully to accommodate my index finger as I enter her ass. She takes me all the way to my ring and whimpers in pleasure when the metal pushes past her puckered hole.

Another idea comes to me then. Removing two rings from my free hand with my teeth, I spit them into my palm. Then I slide them onto my other middle finger. I smirk down at my beloved, spit directly onto her arsehole for a little extra moisture, then work my ring-clad middle finger all the way into her ass.

Her body flexes and convulses with the intrusion.

“Do you feel that, love? My fingers and rings rubbing on your insides? Do you feel the intense stretch? The extreme fullness? Gods, you look beautiful. You’re taking me so well.”

She’s tugging on her own nipples so fiercely it must be past the point of pain.

“Hold on,” I tell her, once again reaching for my phone. “I need a picture of this pretty little sight.”

I position the phone near my hand, then pull out enough to show the glistening of my gold metal rings at the base of the two digits I have fully encased in her ass. Her back door clenches— needy little thing—as her body stretches and fights to take me deeper.

I snap a picture, then hold it up to show her what I see.

“Fuck. Sir. Fuck…”

Oh. She loves the visual.

“Freeze,” I command.

And freeze she does.

“Good fucking girl, Hunter. So responsive. So compliant.”

I switch the device to video mode, push record, and film myself finger-blasting her ass. “Got it. Now you may ride my fingers.”

Her hips rise and fall in rhythm with my ministrations. Her rosebud puckers and pulsates around my fingers as she takes me deeper.

Her pussy flutters, too. She’s so fucking close. I can practically feel her channel spasming through the thin membrane that separates her ass from her cunt.

Twenty seconds later, I stop recording, pull up the fresh video, and hand her the phone.

“Play the video, Hunter. Watch me work you over while I finger fuck your tight little arse.”

She does as I say, her body clenching around my fingers so tightly I swear I’m losing circulation.

“Look how well you take me, slut. Watch how desperately your hole slurps up my cum.”

“I’m close. Please, Sir. Please, may I come?”

“Keep watching,” I instruct.

With my free hand, I use the lightest of touches on her clit. In response, her whole body shudders and seizes with attempted restraint.

“Such a good little slut. So patient. So serene,” I mock.

She is the anthesis of serenity as she quivers and clenches beneath me. But the trust she has in me—the power she grants me in this dynamic—satisfies every carnal urge that creates the makeup of my being.

I inhale sharply. Behold my beloved. Then press into her clit once more.

“Come for me. Now.”

On command, she screams, then sobs, dropping the phone in the process. Head thrown back, she writhes in ecstasy and relief as her cunt gushes around my hand. “Well done, love,” I praise. “That’s it. Let it out. Give it all to me, Firecracker.”

As the orgasm wanes, I gingerly remove my fingers and scoop her into my arms. She’s shaking, her body sinking into sub drop from the intensity of the scene.

This was to be expected, especially because we haven’t been alone together like this in a while. The primal need to comfort and care for her rips through me. It’s my sole directive in this moment—in this life. I hold her close, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back whilst I cradle her head to my chest.

“You did so well, Hunter. My perfect girl. You did beautifully for me. Such a perfect partner.”

Praise flows out of me, and minutes pass, but despite the soothing words, her body shakes.

Gripping her chin firmly, I tilt her head back and look her in the eye.

“What do you need, love?”

Tears spill down her cheeks as she forces out her request. “Just hold me.”