He throws me down onto the white leather couch. The lights from the Manhattan skyline is spilling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. We’re so high above it all that it’s silent. The cars and bustle below us make no sound--it’s a god-like view that only extreme wealth can afford. It’s almost the same as the view from my mom’s place, but I resent her for her success. She succeeded by throwing me away, so I’ve never quite been able to enjoy the view.

But in Hunter’s apartment, it’s glorious.

He looks down at me, his eyes moving slowly up and down my body. I consider calling him “Daddy” again, just to get a rise out of him, but I’ve already got him right where I want him. There’s no need.

“This has to be the last time, Elise,” he says, finally.

“You say that now, but--”

“Once I save Sencorp and divorce your mother, we can be together. But this has to be the last time for now, do you understand?”

“No,” I say. “I don’t.”

“Then I’ll send you away. You can go to your friend’s place who lives nearby--”

I laugh. “I made that up. You think any of my friends can afford to live in Manhattan?”

“Then agree to this being the last time, or go home.”

“Hunter,” I say, undoing two buttons on my blouse, just like when he had me alone in the conference room. “You know you’re just lying to yourself. You’re just trying to make yourself feel better about this, but why? We’re not doing anything wrong. We’re two consenting adults. Stop feeling so guilty--”

“Promise,” he says. “Or leave. We’re going to be living together, Elise, this cannot continue.”

I bite my lip and think it over. I’m worried that if I refuse him, he will physically kick me out into the cold night. But I couldn’t break a promise to him, and how can I promise that?

I look down at him, and I see the outline of his steel-hard dick pressing against his trousers. I realize that he’s putting the burden on me. He’s not promising, only I am. I can make the promise--and keep it--and Hunter will be the one who gives in.

“I promise,” I say. “I won’t try to fuck you again...Daddy. At least not until you’re not my daddy anymore…” I undo another button.

“Stop saying that,” he says.

I grin as my lacy black bra is revealed.

I should only really be thinking about this moment, right now. I’ve gotten what I want, and I should savor it, but I’m already fantasizing about living under the same roof as Hunter. I will keep my promise to him, but that doesn’t mean I can’t walk around the apartment in a long t-shirt and panties--and no bra. If he can’t keep himself under control, then that’s his fault, not mine.

Hunter undoes his belt and throws it to the floor. He drops his trousers and pulls his briefs down. His cock springs up, slapping against his six-pack abs.

“Not very patient tonight, Hunter,” I say, biting my lower lip.

“This is your punishment. You have to suck my cock, and I want you to swallow every last drop.”

“Are you sure--”

“It’s an order, Elise. On your knees.”

I find myself on my knees faster than I’d ever have expected, right in front of him, his huge dick in my face.

I grab hold of it and begin to lick my way up his shaft.

“None of that,” he says. “Swallow it.”

“If you cum in my mouth,” I say, “what if you can’t cum in my pussy later--”

“Don’t question me, Elise,” he says. “I will always have enough cum for you.”

I smile up at him.

“Now stop talking and swallow my dick.”

“It’s just,” I say, grinning, “since you’re older, maybe it’s difficult for you to--”

He grabs my head and forces me right against his bulging head. I open my mouth wide and press my lips against his head. I suck on him as he presses me deeper onto his shaft.

My jaw feels nearly unhinged--he’s so fucking thick--and drool starts to drip out of my mouth and run along his thick veins. I feel embarrassed, but then I look up and see his eyes roll back into his head. He must like me drooling on him.

“Suck,” he grunts.

I suck on him for all I’m worth, and even though he’s stopped pressing me down--his hand is just gently resting on my hair--I try to work my way deeper down as I suck him off.

My gag reflex goes off as I take another inch of him in, so I pause and try to suppress it. I suck on him for a long time at that depth, and when I feel ready, I suck down another inch of him. This time I take it like a champ.

“Fuck, Elise,” he moans. “Good...good girl. You’re taking me so fucking deep.”

I can’t respond to him with my mouth full of cock, so I just respond to him by sucking him even harder.

I can’t get him any deeper--there are still many inches left to go--but I was just a virgin last night. I can’t go from total virgin to deep throat master, and Hunter seems plenty happy with how I’m sucking him.

I reach up and cup his balls, and then I suck hard and start to bob my head up and down his cock. I feel my own drool hit my hand on his balls, and I feel his head and shaft thick and pulsing against my lips and inner cheeks.

“God,” he grunts. “Fuck, yes.”

I’m tempted to laugh, but I don’t think I can laugh with Hunter’s dick stuffing my mouth. I want to laugh because I know he’s got no chance of resisting me. He’ll have me again after tonight. Again and again. He might be able to abstain for a day or two, but I’m skeptical even of that.

“Fuck, Elise,” he grunts. “I’m going to cum.”

My eyes widen, and I freeze.

He presses my head down. “Don’t fucking stop!”

I’ve never had a man blow his load in my mouth before. Blowing Hunter and seeing him crumble from having my lips wrapped tight around him has been fun, but now I’m a bit scared.

I decide not to be a little baby, and I simply suck as hard as I can and bob my head up and down until he explodes into my mouth.

My lips smack wet as I suck and guzzle his precum, and Hunter grunts.

Moments later, I feel the thick load of warm and salty cum flood into my mouth. It hits me with intense pressure, and I hold it in my mouth as some drips down my throat.

His cock throbs and twitches, and more thick streams explode into my mouth.

I try to swallow it bit by bit while I suck him for all I’m worth, but he’s filling me faster than I can swallow, and soon some leaks out of my mouth and down his cock.

I swallow everything I can as the last of his cum drips into my mouth, but his thick rod is soaked with what I couldn’t swallow.

I pull his dick out of my mouth and look up at him. “Did I do good?”

“Good for your first try,” he says, “but you need to lick it clean.”

He points down to his cock. I nod and obey.

I pull his softening cock into my mouth and suck all the jizz off of him. His hips buck as I suck--he must be oversensitive now--and I laugh after I’ve licked him clean.

“You’re too much,” he says.

“I’ll take ‘too much’ over ‘not enough,’” I say, smiling.

I feel a thick glob of cum drip down the corner of my mouth, and I see Hunter’s eyes lock onto it. I stick my tongue out and lick it off, then swallow.

“Fuck,” he says.

“You better be able to,” I say. “Even though that was fun, I need you to get hard again and shove it insi--”

He throws me down onto the couch and presses my skirt up.

“Oh,” I say, faking surprise. “You want to return the favor, Daddy? Let me take off my pantyhose--”

He grabs hold of my hips, digs his fingers under my pantyline, and tugs. He peels the pantyhose off me, leaving my skirt hiked up over my bare ass and pussy.

“Leave the skirt on,” he says.

I lay back and spread my legs. My pussy has been wet for him for hours, and now that he’s ready to go down on me, it’s completely soaking wet.

He leans in close--I expect his tongue to hit me straight away--but he just stays close to me taking me in.

When I think I can’t bear it a moment longer, his finger presses against my inner thigh, then moves up toward my outer lips.

“When I blow you,” I say, “I can’t tease you, but when you go down on me, you take it so slow…”

“Men and women are different, Elise,” he says, gently running his finger up toward my clit.

I shudder.

“You see?” he says.

I nod.

“Do you want me to skip the teasing?” he asks me.

“No, sir,” I say.

He runs his finger ever so gently across my swollen clit, and I gasp. How could such a feather-light touch feel so good?

He knows what he needs, and he knows what I want.

His fingers run across my wetness, and then they massage my clit with a frictionless slickness, until I hear myself begging him to use his tongue.

“Please,” I moan. “You’ve teased me enough.”

He presses his lips to my inner thighs, trailing kisses up them until he’s nearly met his fingers, which never stop touching me.

And then I feel his tongue run across my wetness and graze my clit. I squeeze my tits through my shirt and bra. I start undoing the last of the buttons, but when Hunter’s tongue presses into my clit, I lose all control of my body. I throw my head back and scream.

Hunter grips my waist and my ass to pull himself harder against my sensitive nub, and as soon as I regain control of myself--if only for a brief moment--I tug and pull my blouse off my arms and throw it to the side of the couch.

I pop my breasts out of my bra and squeeze my own nipples as Hunter licks me with a rough, rhythmic intensity.

My nipples are hard, and when I squeeze them, the intensity from between my legs connects to my breasts, filling my body with an explosive warmth. The warmth surges within me, and I grab Hunter’s hair with one hand, pressing him harder against me. I buck my hips into him, begging him to give me all that he has to offer.

Intense wetness flows within me, and I gasp. I tighten my legs around his head, clutching him as if I’m afraid he might stop. I can’t risk losing his wet warmth on my clit, not when I’m this close to cumming. It’s not that I think he’d actually stop, it’s just an illogical fear that goes beyond the logical part of my brain. A primal need to cum.

It doesn’t take much longer. My clit becomes super-sensitive, and each lick and touch of his lips sends me further and further over the edge, until finally I fall.

I scream so loud that I worry the people on the street--seventy floors below--can somehow hear me. Hunter goes in for the kill, worshipping my clit as I scream his name until my throat is raw.

Cold electricity jolts through me, sending my muscles into spasms, but the moment the jolts subside, nothing but perfect warmth flows through every square inch of my body, inside and out.

My pussy is soaking wet and nearly on fire as I cum, and when the orgasms begin to die down, Hunter pulls away from my sensitive nub and licks up my juices.

I feel embarrassed, and I try to close my legs.

“It’s only fair,” he says.

“But--”

“No buts,” he says. “You’re delicious, Elise. I could eat and drink you all day.”

I should feel even more embarrassed now, but instead I feel an intense happiness. I feel cherished. Hunter is so skilled at making me feel good and making me cum, but even after I’ve come, he still knows just the right things to say.

“I’m so hard my balls are starting to hurt,” he says.

“I wouldn’t want you to have blue balls,” I say, laughing.

“What do you know about blue balls?”

“I know it must hurt,” I say. “Women may not have balls, Hunter, but it hurts for us, too, if we get a taste of something we want...but then can’t have it. That kind of pain can break a girl’s heart.”

“Take off your bra,” he orders.

I’ve promised him this is the last time, and he’s not going to back off on that. He likes to think he’s decisive, that he can delay gratification. But if that was true, he wouldn’t be so eager to get that hard cock inside me.

I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground.

“Is this what you wanted to show me in the conference room?” he asks. “You wanted me to see how hard your nipples were, right in the office, with all the other interns just outside?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I see a twitch of anger, but he doesn’t say anything.

“And,” he finally says, “what did you want me to do to you in there?”

“I wanted you to bend me over the table, sir, and fuck me.”

He points to his kitchen table. “Be a good girl and show me.”

I sit up and lick my lips. I get up off the couch, and I see Hunter’s eyes lock onto me. I turn away from him, but I can still feel his eyes on me.

I walk toward the kitchen table, fully nude. He’s been thinking about this all day--thinking about what he wished he could have done to me in the office. Those are not the thoughts of a man who was truly determined to end things with me.

I reach the table and stop, my back is still facing him, but I look over my shoulder at him. He’s just as naked as I am, but he stands at least a foot taller, and he’s several inches harder.

“This is how you imagined me in the office, sir, naked and with my ass in front of you?”

“Yes,” he says.

“And what did you imagine doing to me?”

“This,” he says, moving toward me.

He shoves me down so that my upper body falls flat onto the table. I dig my elbows in to steady myself.

Hunter presses down on my back, and my ass sticks up and out for him. He slaps his thick cock against my ass cheeks, and I feel new wetness forming between my legs.

He guides his cock along my swollen lips, and then I feel him plunging inside me, inch by rock-hard inch.

I let him take me. I submit. He grabs my hips and slides himself so deeply inside me that I think I’m going to break, but when his balls slap against my skin, I’m still whole. And I’m more alive than I’ve ever been.

“Fuck me,” I beg him.

He slides out of me, his cock drenched in my juices, and then he pounds me for all he’s worth. His balls slap against me over and over as he drills into me. My pussy is soaking wet and burning hot, still not fully recovered from him going down on me. But I’m ready to cum again, and to cum hard.

He reaches up and squeezes my breasts as he slides in and out of me. His hard body pounds against my thick ass, and his hard, calloused hands slide down to grip my tiny waist.

He fucks me with a raw intensity and abandon. He must still think he’s going to stop after tonight. He touches me all over with a fierce hunger, never lingering in one spot for too long. And his cock slides in and out of me, sure and steady. He moves fast for a while, but always slows back down before he cums. He wants this to last.

I’m too overtaken by his spell to object. It’s all I can do to cling to the table and enjoy the feeling of his thick girth filling me up and stretching me wide. His big, protective hands running across my body gives me goosebumps, and the way he grunts my name as he fucks me into the stratosphere is just icing on the cake.

“Elise, God, Elise!” he says, speeding up.

He’s hard to hear over the wet sound of our skin slapping together.

“Cum inside of me, Daddy,” I scream. “I need to feel your seed filling me up!”

He speeds up, fucking me harder and faster than ever before. My pussy tightens as an orgasm catches me by surprise. It hits me with a sudden intensity, and my walls tightening against his cock just makes me cum even harder.

“Fuck!” I shout. “God, yes!”

I feel his cock twitching against me, the veins throbbing as he slides in and out. His cock is soaking wet with my juices, and burning hot.

And then I feel the first of his cum fill me up, and he grunts in relief as he slides in and out. He blasts thick load after thick load deep inside me. I can still taste the salty taste of his cum on my tongue, and now he’s filling me up again from the other end.  

My body convulses at the peak of my orgasm, and Hunter has to pin me hard against the table to keep me from losing my balance as the last of his seed drips into me.

We stay like that for a long time, both shaking from the intensity of what we just shared together. I feel his cum starting to drip down my leg, and he finally pulls out of me.

The afterglow starts to wrap itself around me, and I want nothing more than to fall into bed with him and wrap my arms around him.

“Let’s go to bed,” I say.

“It’s getting late,” he says. “You need to take a shower, and then I’ll drive you home.”

“Just let me sleep with you, Hunter,” I say, pressing my naked body against him. We’re both glistening with sweat. “I’ll tell my mom I’m staying the night at my friend’s, and you can bring me back to my mom’s really early so I can get changed for work.”

He looks away from me, seemingly deep in thought.

Finally, he says, “She’ll believe you? About your friend. I can’t risk her being suspicious of us.”

“She might not believe me,” I say, “but she won’t suspect us.”

“Go take a shower,” he says. “I’ll think about it.”

“If I take a shower now,” I say, “won’t I just get all dirty again?”

“No,” he says, pulling away from me. “That was it. If you stay the night, it’s to sleep.”

I take a shower, and when I get out, he doesn’t threaten to make me leave again. I crawl into bed with him, and just like I wanted, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight until we both fall asleep.

* * *

The alarm jolts me awake into pitch blackness.

Hunter stirs and slides out of bed, letting go of me.

“What’s going on?” I ask, confused.

“You have to go now,” he says.

I look over at the nightstand and see that it’s four-thirty in the morning.

“It’s so early,” I say.

“Right,” Hunter says. “You can’t be late again. I don’t want to have to fire you, Elise.”

Hunter turns on the light, and I see his perfect, tattooed body wrapped just in tight briefs. His cock is rock-hard.

“You’re,” I start to say, pointing, “you want to--”

“That happens in the morning,” he says. “Get dressed.”

I stretch and yawn. I realize he’s right--I can’t risk being late again. As much as I want to stay in bed with him for an extra hour, it’s not worth losing my internship. I am serious about succeeding at everything I do, not just in seducing Hunter.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says, “and then I’ll drive you--”

“No,” I say. “I’ll take an Uber. I don’t want Mom suspecting anything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I say, nodding. “I’m very sure. She can’t suspect us, Hunter.”

“She won’t,” he says. “Because there won’t be anything happening while I’m still pretending to be with her.”

I smile, but I know he’s just lying to himself. I’ll be surprised if he lasts even a few days.

* * *

When I get home, Mom is unfortunately already awake.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hi,” she says.

“Are you mad?”

“No,” she says. “I don’t really care what you did last night, so long as you’re not late for work again.”

I’m tempted to roll my eyes at her, but I don’t want to piss her off. Work is the only thing she values. I could have been out selling my body in exchange for heroin, but as long as I’m not late for work, it’s no big deal, right?

“What did you think of Hunt?” she asks, as she continues cleaning the French press in the sink.

“I think he’s out of your league,” I say, laughing.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Mom says. “Do you want coffee?”

“Yeah, sure.”

She pours me a cup and I sit down.

“He probably wouldn't want me telling you all this, but I’d like you to understand--”

“You don’t have to justify yourself to me.”

“I don’t have to,” she says, “but please, hear me out.”

I let her continue, not because I want to help her to lighten her conscience, but because I want to know more about Hunter.

“In high school, I dated his older brother,” she says, “but he died.”

I sip my coffee, waiting for her to continue.

“After you were born,” she says, “um, that was years after Damon died--”

“Damon is Hunter’s brother?”

“Yes,” she says. “Your father and I didn’t get along. Not at all. He was a good father, and I didn’t know what--”

“You were a shitty Mom, got it,” I say.

Mom looks at my hand, her fingers twitch, and she looks away.

This is the first time either of us have really talked about what happened. It’s the first time we’ve had a conversation as adults. But I still feel like a hurt little child around her. Sarcasm and bitterness are my only defense.

“I’m sorry, Celia,” she says. “I really am. I cared about you, but your father didn’t want me involved after I was gone.”

“And you were fine with that,” I say, looking down into mycoffee cup.

“I wasn’t fine with it, Celia. It hurt me. You have to understand that. But I knew your father was right, that you’d be better off with one loving parent than two people who were constantly at each other’s throats. It hurts me every time I think about it, but I really do think I’d have been a terrible mother. I’m not saying that to alleviate my guilt or to make you feel sorry for me...it’s just how I really feel.”

I do start to feel at least a little sorry for her, but not enough to say anything.

“So, Hunter…” I say, prodding her to continue.

“I kept in touch with him through the years,” she says. “He felt like a little brother to me, and so I helped him.”

“So you were a bad Mom, but a good big sister?”

“No, Celia,” she says. “I was a terrible big sister, too. I did a shitty job keeping in touch with him, and it was usually him that called to see how I was doing. I started to get a feeling he was in trouble--real trouble. Only then did I do something.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“He was...in deep. He owed a lot of money to some very bad people. So I gave him the money to pay them back, and told him to get out of whatever it was that he was into.”

“What was he into?”

“He was buying and selling stolen and smuggled stuff--”

“What kind of stuff? Drugs?”

“No,” Mom says. “Electronics, cigarettes--”

“Cigarettes are drugs,” I interrupt.

“Don’t be smart,” Mom snaps. “He was buying and selling anything that would make him money, but not drugs. He didn’t want to get into that. Not after how Damon died.”

“So you gave him money and bailed him out?”

“I gave him money,” Mom says, “and he re-invested it all. Bet the farm.”

“Then he got in real deep shit?”

“No,” Mom says. “He made so much money that he went clean. He started his own company. He paid all the shady people he’d been forced to work with enough money that they disappeared from his life, and he ended up making a lot more money than I did.”

“I bet you were jealous,” I say, laughing.

“I was. I told myself that--especially then--a woman couldn’t do what he did. The glass ceiling was just too low and too hard to break.”

“He took bigger risks than you,” I say. “He might have been caught and thrown in jail. Who knows how much luck played a part in that, but the risk was real.”

“Maybe,” Mom says, “but Hunt is smart. He didn’t get caught, and he wasn’t dumb enough to stay in that seedy underworld for a moment longer than he had to.”

“I still don’t get why you had to marry him.”

“I didn’t have to,” she says. “It was Hunt’s idea. He’d always tried to pay me back over the years, but I never let him do more than pay back my original loan with standard interest. He still felt like he owed me, though, but I didn’t want any charity, I wanted to make it all on my own.”

“And now things are bad enough that you’ll take his charity.”

Mom puts her coffee cup down and looks me in the eye. “Yes, Celia, things are bad enough now. I should have seen this coming. I should have turned down the offer. They used my own pride and selfish desire to rise to the top to keep me blind, and by the time I realized Sencorp was going down, I was already locked in as CEO. It’s my fault for being tricked, but I’ve given up too much of my life to turn Hunt down now. I need him as co-CEO to--”

“But you didn’t have to marry him to make him co-CEO.”

“I did,” Mom says. “Sencorp’s corporate charter does not allow for co-CEOs, not unless they are married. It was a dumb loophole that they could and would have eliminated, if it had been anyone other than Hunter Thorn.”