Mia blinked at Mr. Whitaker twice, not sure she understood what he was saying. The way he was staring at her, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of longing and hate, a ripple of fear coursed down her spine.
She'd just handed in her resignation. If he had bothered to read the letter, he'd know that she'd said she'd give him two weeks to find a replacement, but she didn't have to do that-did she? She'd worked past the time in her contract that said she'd have to pay the money back she'd borrowed at the beginning if she quit. She could walk out of his office right that moment, and there was nothing at all that he could do about it.
But she didn't want to do that, not when his eyes were burning holes through her. She knew that, in the mood he was currently in, anything he'd do to her would take her to the brink of ecstasy, that the mix of pleasure and pain would be unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.
Besides, she'd never intended to quit cold turkey, to simply walk away from Sam, never to have him inside of her again. Regardless of what he'd said about not accepting her resume, Mia still intended to work at Whitaker and Whitaker for the next two weeks and then not come to work anymore. In the meantime, if Sam had assignments for her to fulfill, who was she to tell him no? He was still her boss for the time being. Who was she to refuse an order from the man behind the desk?
In the past, Mia might've had to avert her eyes from his heavy stare, but not today. Invigorated by the power she'd taken back when she handed over that letter, she stared Sam in the eye and slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
He was aroused; she could see it in the way his Adam's apple bob up and down as he fought the urge to drop his eyes. He couldn't take it too long. By the time she'd reached the button at her navel, his eyes were locked on her breasts. Mia pulled her shirt out of her skirt and finished unbuttoning it. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves and dropped her shirt on the back of the chair next to her before she stepped out of her shoes.
As she unzipped her skirt, one she knew was too long for his liking but had chosen to wear anyway, Sam's eyes dropped lower. Mia pushed her skirt down over her hips and then stepped out of it, catching it and tossing it over the chair as well.
Her bra hooked in front. Reaching up with both hands, she unclasped it, her hardened nipples stretching against the lace, longing to be free. When she tossed her bra on the chair, Sam's tongue darted out of his mouth, slowly licking his bottom lip. How she longed to have that mouth on her breasts. Knowing it would be soon enough, she slid her silky, thin, white thong down over her knees and stepped out of it, bending over to pick it up to place it with the rest of her clothing as she watched his eyes lock onto the V between her legs. Wet already, Mia took a deep breath, wondering just how severe her punishment would be.
She was about to find out. "Take your hair down and braid it. I'm going to give you the roughest mouth fucking of your entire life, Mia." He stood as she began to do as she was told, biting her bottom lip as that ripple of fear traveled down her body again. She'd been mouth fucked before and actually enjoyed it for some reason she couldn't express, even though it took her breath away and often left her hoarse for the rest of the day.
Sam came to sit on the edge of his desk, the bulge in his pants huge. He unzipped his pants, letting his enormous dick free. In a moment, all of that would be in her mouth, forced to the back of her throat. It didn't look like there was anyway it could all fit, but Sam would see that it did.
Once her hair was the way he liked it, she dropped her hands to her sides. "On your knees," Sam commanded.
Mia stepped forward and did as she was ordered to do. Immediately, Sam grabbed ahold of her hair, wrapping it around his wrist as he rammed his dick into her mouth. Mia opened wide, but the feel of his head at the back of her throat still made her gag slightly. Showing no mercy, Sam yanked her head back then slammed her forward again, over and over, building up speed as Mia struggled to breath, slurping and licking his huge, salty dick.
He was pulling her hair so hard, the skin on the top of her head began to sting. Mia had to close her eyes to concentrate on breathing. Sam's penis hit the back of her throat so hard, she thought it might press through. He was moving his hips quickly, pressing in deeper with each stroke. Mia struggled to keep up, to keep air in her lungs. The noises she was making sounded more like an animal than anything a human would make.
Just when she thought she might not be able to handle anymore, Sam tightened up, groans and grunts mixing with her slurps and gasps, and then her mouth was completely full of cum, the white liquid coating the back of her throat. Mia swallowed as much as she could, gagging again as he refused to pull his dick out until she had every ounce swallowed down. Then, Sam let go of her head, flinging her backward slightly as he withdrew his dick from her mouth.
Mia wiped her own spit from her mouth on the back of her hand, opening her eyes and doing her best to suck in air. Her throat burned, and she imagined she'd have a bruise in the back of her throat where Sam had rammed into her so many times.
He wasn't done, though. Even though she felt as if she'd swallowed a bucket of spooge, Sam was still hard. He didn't even bother to put himself away as he stood, grabbing hold of her hair again. "Up," he commanded, lifting her slightly, though he didn't actually yank her from her knees by her braid.
Mia staggered to her feet, her eyes locking on his face. "Now, it's time for me to punish that pussy of yours," he said, pulling her toward the back of the room. She didn't have a blindfold on, which seemed odd. He'd never taken her into that secret room without one before, and she was under the impression that he never took anyone there while she could see. But Sam didn't slow, and Mia didn't dare ask. He stopped and pressed a secret button in the wall, and the door opened. "You're going to wish you'd never told me you don't want to be my secretary anymore, Mia," he growled, pulling her behind the secret door and closing it behind them.