Playing With The Devil

Chapter 19

A few hours went by. I teased him incessantly. But to be fair, he teased me back. He pushed his arse down on me and rolled his hips. As the time continued on, he learned to control his moans and concentrate on the work in front of him while I played around with him.

I was intrigued by how well he controlled his little noises when he came too, which must have been four times by now. He even got into the rhythm of standing up when knocks at the door happened. Several times we were interrupted, and I growled every time, having to pretend nothing was happening.

He hit the exit button on the last document and breathed out a sigh of relief when I turned off the hush toys. I instantly gripped his waist and lifted him onto the desk, getting in between his legs. His eyes fluttered up to mine, his hands laid on the desk behind him to keep him upright.

"Daddy... Daddy, lock the door, please," he said breathlessly.

"Scared someone will see you laid out on the desk and like what they see?" I teased.

My hands moved over his body. I started to undo his jeans eagerly. He could keep the hoodie on, I wanted to see him squirm and whimper in my hoodie, see the adorable attempts at hiding his face and his little noises.

"You're just going to have to be quiet, aren't you?" I continued. He lifted his body up and I pulled his jeans down, letting them hang at his ankles. "Are you going to be good for Daddy?"

"Yes... Yes," he said breathlessly on repeat.

The look on his face screamed embarrassment despite how obedient he was being. He wanted me to make sure no one would interrupt but the thrill of being caught fucking my Little One was just too much for me. I wanted him to feel it too, the fear of being caught but it just turns you on further. He kept his hips up so I could pull down his underwear. He lifted his leg, letting one side of his clothes fall to the ground and spread his legs for me.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. I wanted to enjoy him all the time. I didn't even mean sexually only. Just to be near him, to smell him, to hold him. He made me feel things I never thought possible because no one normally took the chance. And I knew I had Irene, but she was a friend, we helped each other at times, and we worked well together. I had kind eyes.

I remember when we first met, that night we stayed together in his bed. Later on, Irene made him tell us why he took a chance on me. Kind eyes. Even with everything that has happened between us, I wonder if I still have that. I even think about when he gave me full control on his birthday, did I have kind eyes then?

I looked into his eyes, his pleading chestnut brown eyes. Right now was a different matter. He wanted me to take him now. He wanted to feel me fill him up and use him. I bit back the degradation. I wanted him to feel good.

"Take out the toys," I said quickly as I pushed my own pants to the ground and watched him take out the toys gently.

He whimpered at the feeling. I threw the buttplug into my coat pocket before shuffling it off. The other toy I left atop my desk. I kept the shirt on because I didn't think it'd get in the way. I longed for this.

With a quick glance to the door, I accepted we wouldn't be interrupted. My eyes returned to his and I pressed my lips to his. I felt him tug on me, trying to get me to close the gap between us. He whined against my lips and started to move forward. My tip teased at his entrance.

He pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily. "Degrade me. Properly. Just let me see how it feels."

"Are you sure?" I asked, slowly pushing my length into him.

He whimpered out, biting his lip from going further, "Yes, yes, please. I'm lying on your fucking desk like your personal slut, Daddy. Tell me how needy I am, how I..."