Adrian closed the door behind them, letting it lock with a silent click. The office was small—it had one medium size window that looked out into the ocean—and a small desk in the middle of the room. You could barely walk around the desk without running into a cabinet or stack of boxes.

Veronica turned to face him, she was trapped between the desk and him.

He smiled.

He lost this battle—it had been his mistake to ask her to serve them. When she got up and leaned over him, her breasts next to his face, her ass tight under her skirt—he caved. And on top of that, the way she said yes and no sir. Her eyes glistening as she stood up to him. He wanted to throw her over the table. His body ran the show now—he had made up the whole Cressida thing on the spot—his mouth ran before he could think.

She stuttered, "Do you want me to —" she pointed to the binder behind her—it must be her organizer.

He had told himself earlier that he could prove she was a servant to him—but, his body ached for something more.

I can prove it though—I can prove it, and get rid of this ache.

He stepped closer, "To what?"

She gulped, backing up until her body hit the table, "To do the—" her words were lost. He smiled wider, he liked her this way, succumbing to him.

"I want you to do—me," he purred. He stepped closer to her, until he squeezed her against the desk.

Her eyes fluttered—she wanted him too, and he noticed that her leg hitched up at his words, on demand.

He placed his hand on her thigh—he ran his fingers across her skin—it made him tingle.

Her breathing picked up pace—her eyes stayed focused on him.

"I can't," she whispered, her voice soft. His fingers glided up her hip and then her thigh, his other hand wrapping around her waist. She leaned back a little, hesitant, but instead, it pressed her hot mound against his bulge—making them both blush with want.

He leaned in close, their faces almost touching—he wanted to kiss her, but the promise held in his mind. He had do make her satisfy him. He couldn't simply thrust himself into her—it was too personal right now.

"Kiss me," he said, as her leg wrapped around his. Her eyes fluttered and she bent her head to reach his lips. But, he pulled back.

"Not there—" he grinned. His pants felt tight around his erection.

She blinked and then looked down to his bulge—she looked back at him, and gulped.

He let her go and stood back—he wanted her to come to him, of her own accord. He took a few steps until his back was leaning against the door, waiting.

Her eyes were lustful—sleepy, as she was in a trance. But, to his surprise, and got to her knees.

"Yes, sir," she purred low as she got onto all fours and crawled to him.

His dick pumped—a shot of fire went through him.

How the hell did she do that?

His breath caught in his throat as she watched him approach him on her knees and then reach for belt. His hips shook a little—anticipating the orgasm. She had already made his dick reach for her, simply by words alone.

She lowered her boxers and gasped when his hard cock sprung out of his confined clothing.

"Holy hell," she whispered under her breath. Her eyes widened as she gazed at it, taking it into her hands. His dick moved under her touch—he wanted her to touch him. Her gaze showed awe and overwhelm—it rang a bell of familiarity that he couldn't place right now. His mind was swirling with her touch as she grabbed his dick and took it into her mouth.

He moaned in an instant. Her mouth was warm and she sucked on his immediately. He didn't get a chance to savor her licking lips as her throat took him in. Ripples of pleasure coursed through him, and he was soon desperate for air as she shoved her mouth onto him again and again. He hadn't expected it to feel so good. He looked down, and his balls tightened against his body as he stared into her dark eyes. They were entirely focused on him. He wrapped his hand around her head, as she took him in deeper—his breaths fast and hurried. He body was clenching with the coming orgasm already. He pulled at her hair, pushing him further into her mouth—she moaned with a deep pleasure, her slurping sounds reverberated through his cock and up his balls—making his body tighten over and over.

They were in rhythmic motion now. Veronica's hand groped at his shaft as she sucked on him harder. He balls slapped against her chin and she moaned as she licked him up and down. Their eyes locked, and he realized that she was enjoying this. He saw the fire in her eyes—she was loving it, she wanted to suck him like a lollipop.

The explosion arose within him and he came—squirting into her mouth. The orgasm rocked him to the core, shaking his body in huge waves as he squirted into her mouth again and again. Veronica's face did not change—she slurped him easily and greedily into her mouth, swallowing his come. He was breathing fast and hard, he couldn't catch his breath.

He felt hollow—completely dried out, but also because he achieved his goal, he had her his servant but he only wanted more.

Veronica stayed on her knees stunned—Adrian gently grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her. He grabbed a napkin off the table and cleaned off the come from her lips. She stared at him with wide eyes, they sparkled. She licked her lips as he brushed past them. He couldn't help but stare into her eyes. He knew what he wanted to do—but, it was totally against guy protocol. After a blow job, you never kissed the woman. But, his lips founds hers anyways. It was a light touch, but it coursed through him. He told her to stay for a minute while he returned to the dining room. She looked hot and flustered and he imagined all the ways he could have her still.

He walked back towards the dining room, his body buzzing. He looked back to her office—he was not going to come down from this high any time soon. He wondered where her own quarters would be—where he could find her at night to finish what he started. There was something nagging at him—the way she looked at him, he could tell there was something hidden behind her eyes.

He turned and ran right into another body.

Adrian almost tripped, but he caught the body that ran into him. He blinked, looking into a young man's face.

"Oh my gosh—" the man blushed, "I am so sorry your majesty." The young guy looked familiar—he was from the bar.

Adrian straightened himself, looking to the guy's name tag, "That's OK—Dexter."

Dexter beamed clearly turning red, "No, no—it was my fault—let me make it up to you." He waved his hand theatrically. This was a funny guy, and he seemed to like Adrian. Adrian smiled, he had a way of playing all his cards. Adrian draped an arm around Dexter.

"Actually there is a way you could make it up to me," he smiled down at Dexter—whose cheeks were turning bright red.

"Any—anything for you sir."

Adrian was used to this kind of reaction, "Let's say that I wanna send Veronica a gift—a surprise for her room for all her hard work—where would I find her and her fiance's room?"

Adrian knew he wouldn't send her flowers or anything—but knowing would come in handy.

Dexter batted a hand at him, "Oh that's so sweet of you—actually, they don't bunk together..."

Adrian looked at him surprise, "Really—what is she a snorer?" This hint could be what he was looking for.

Dexter blushed harder, looking down, "No—she's a sweet thing—she wanted to wait until marriage to bed with him."

Adrian's jaw dropped.

"Marriage?"

The clues clicked into place. Veronica's hesitation, her wonder-struck eyes, the way she melted into him.

She's a virgin.

Adrian's body almost collapsed into the floor—the memory of her words, "Yes, sir" struck him like lightning. Those innocent eyes told him that their heat was chemistry—that she had held out this long, only to meet her demise in Adrian. His crotch felt a wave of lust—much sooner than he thought possible after the blow job.

"Bloody hell—" Adrian muttered.

"What was that, sir?" Dexter still gazed at him, his eyes shining bright.

Adrian gave him a pat— "Thanks, my man," and he walked back to the dining room, feeling like sunshine.

They hadn't been gone for ten minutes—Veronica had brought him to climax quickly with her mouth. When she walked into the room, his eyes raked over her pure and supple body. It was a thrill he had never known. This woman—with her solid morals and wedding vows—was crumbling under him. And, he loved it.

As she sat down, their eyes met. And somehow, he felt like his eyes said it all. He knew what she held—what innocence he wanted for himself.

She blushed across the table.