Cerberus Headquarters

Chicago, Illinois

Since she’d been given a promotion that came with a private office on the third floor, it had become one of their favorite places to play. Brock said before they got together, he’d fantasized many times about doing things to her in either King, Royce or Seth’s offices, but it was even better now that she had her own. He’d also had some fantasies about the club, and she was pretty sure a visit there was coming. He was sitting in her office at her desk. His desk was out in the bullpen, but as the Office Manager, she had a private office—one they made use of on a regular basis.

“Alicia, can you come to my office please,” he called to her as she waited at his desk. Hearing his voice calling from the other room still sent shivers down her spine. 

“Yes, Mr. Wickersham.” 

Slowly she rose from the chair, smoothing her hands over her skirt. The days of baggy, ill-fitting clothes were over. There had been a time, not too long ago, when rucking her skirt up over her hips would have been fairly easy. Now, she had to shimmy into and out of things.

As she reached the door, she took a deep breath as memories of their last encounter flooded through her system, igniting her arousal. The last time a desk had not been involved, nor had her office. He’d taken her in the secure freight elevator—hard and fast. Every time she stepped into it now, she could still feel the way his strong hands had used the back wall for leverage as he had lifted her up, impaling her with his cock and pounding into her relentlessly. He’d managed to finish them both between the third floor and the basement parking lot. 

Pushing the thoughts away, she knocked on the half-open door.

“Alicia, come in,” he said with that low, authoritative tone that made her insides clench. “Close the door.”

She walked inside and shut the door behind her. 

“How’s the Smith project progressing?” he asked, leaning back in the chair, his predatory gaze scanning her body.

“I’ve made some progress, but I’m stuck on a few points,” she answered, maintaining eye contact.

“Is that so? Come over here and show me.”

He tapped a folder on the desk as she approached him. As it always did, the closer his proximity to her, the faster her heart raced. As she got closer, she could smell his aftershave and the scent filled her senses—woodsy, earthy, and totally masculine. He was dressed in button-fly jeans and a white broadcloth button-down shirt. A loosened tie hung around his neck, the same one he’d used to blindfold her several times. He stroked the tie as if saying he, too, remembered.

Alicia leaned over the desk, the snug pencil skirt stretching over her hips and ass. If she’d had on panties, a panty line would have been clearly visible. His hand grazed her thigh, making Alicia suck in a breath. Her dark hair was up in its usual messy bun. Brock reached up, pulling the hairpins out to send it cascading over her shoulders and brushing against the documents. She was supposed to be looking at the file, but the only thing she could think about was how those strong hands felt caressing and teasing her body.

“Alicia, you and I both know what you need to increase your attention to detail. I think you need to have a little session with Daddy,” he whispered in her ear.

She wondered when he’d gotten so close. He moved with a predator’s stealth and grace. Many times, she was so lost in how she felt about him that she didn’t even notice he had moved from one place to another. His lips were on hers before she could respond. He fisted her hair as his tongue forced its way inside her mouth and collided with hers. Alicia moaned into the kiss, melting under his touch. She’d missed him all day.

Brock’s hand slid up under her skirt, his fingers grazing her slick folds. He rucked up her skirt as he pushed her against the desk. “What a naughty girl you are. You’re already wet for Daddy,” he growled softly.

Without warning, he smacked her exposed ass, the sting shooting through her but leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. “You like that, don’t you, baby girl?” he purred against her ear as he smacked her backside a second time. 

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, bracing herself for the next slap to her ass.

“Good girl,” he praised, moving his attention back to her aching core. He used his fingers to tease her entrance, circling it slowly before dipping a finger inside. She gasped, not from the surprise of the intrusion, but from how she responded to him. Her legs were shaking as she grasped the desk, pleasure coursing through her. 

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low and husky. 

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered as he added another finger, stretching her. 

Brock dropped to his knees, burying his face between her legs. His tongue licked the length of her as his fingers continued their penetration. “You’re not to come until Daddy tells you that you can.” His voice was soft, but there was no doubting the command in his words.

“Please, Daddy?” she whimpered as his mouth closed over her clit and sucked before giving it a little nip. “Please? I need to come. Please?” Her knuckles were turning white from how hard she was gripping the table. Alicia was so close, but he’d told her to wait. 

Brock chuckled. “Come for me, baby girl.” There was no doubt in that command, either. 

His words triggered the response he wanted as her pussy convulsed around his fingers. Alicia knocked something off his desk, but she couldn’t focus long enough to see what it was. All she could think of was how much she wanted him; how happy he made her.

He was standing close enough that she could feel his hand unbuttoning his fly. She heard him opening the small top drawer on the upper right-hand side of her desk.

“Don’t move,” he ordered just as a cool, thick liquid hit her ass. 

“Daddy,” she tensed as his fingers trailed down the cleft of her ass. “You’ve never…”

“Not yet, but I’ve been training you with the plugs. Daddy’s been thinking about taking your ass all day. Do you trust me, Alicia?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“That’s my good girl.” She did trust him, more than she even trusted herself, but when his finger started to push past her puckered entrance, she tried to scramble away. The swat to her ass was swift and not unexpected. “Don’t make me restrain you, because I will. I have an entire dungeon at my disposal,” he warned.

“The club is closed tonight.”

“Yes, but I have keys… Relax,” he purred as he pushed his finger deeper. “Take a deep breath in and then let it out. Remember Daddy loves you.” 

As she breathed out, his finger slipped all the way in. Alicia wondered why she’d been concerned. As he’d pointed out, she’d been taking larger and larger plugs for weeks. His finger was smaller than most and didn’t hurt. In fact, it set up a kind of jangly sensation that wasn’t at all unpleasant. 

Brock began moving his finger in and out of her ass, the same way he planned to move his cock. Instead of repulsing or worrying her, Alicia found herself warming to the idea. Brock had never done anything except bring her intense pleasure.

“Such a good girl. Are you ready for my cock? You know how much you like Daddy’s cock when he uses it on you.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred as the languid feeling of arousal and submission began to take over.

Brock removed his finger, only to replace it with the head of his cock. When he drew back, she glanced over her shoulder and realized he was opening a foil packet that contained a condom. This was going to happen and was going to happen now. She thought about moving or protesting, but remembered Brock didn’t make idle threats, and she’d rather have this naughty memory of her first anal experience to be in her office to add to all the others. There were times when she was working that she felt a shiver of desire as one of the memories flittered across her brain.

He caught her looking and grinned as he rolled the condom over his cock and used more of the lube to slick up his length.

“Daddy’s going to make it good for you, baby girl.”

He normally didn’t need any lube to fuck her, but her ass wasn’t her pussy, and it would make it easier for both of them to fuck her tight little hole.

“Try to flatten your back,” he said as he pressed against her back entrance again, pushing in and gaining ground.

Brock let her adjust, stroking her spine up and down. He moved his hips, rocking his cock in and out, pushing a little deeper each time. He reached around, finding her clit and began to play with it. He teased it, giving it a sharp tug and then pressing down, making her gasp with pleasure as he eased deeper inside her.

Alicia shivered and she rolled her hips giving him further access, his balls nestling against her before he grasped her hips and began to move, his grip tightening with each thrust. 

“You feel so good, baby girl,” he groaned as he began to tease her clit again. Brock’s thrusting became faster and harder as he fucked her ass.

Fisting her hair, he tilted her head back so he could kiss her and muffle her cries of ecstasy as her body responded. They couldn’t be heard unless someone walked in on them. There was little chance that would happen, but the thought that it might made it ten times better. 

Brock leaned down as he pumped in and out. “You like this, don’t you? You like it when Daddy makes you take his cock in your office. Do you ever think about it when I’m not here?” he asked, his voice rough with lust. 

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned, as his fingers continued to relentlessly tease her clit, building her up to an orgasm. It felt like a ticking time bomb.

“Come for Daddy, baby girl,” he ground out as he shoved deep a final time. Alicia came with a muffled scream, and he took his own release. 

As he often did, he rested his weight on her, making her feel as though she was completely and thoroughly surrounded by his love. They lay still for several moments, until their breathing became even once again. Brock slowly withdrew from her body, but she didn’t move. One of the few protocols he had about sex was that she wasn’t to move without his permission. He pulled off the condom, tied it off and tossed it into the waste can. It wouldn’t be the first time the cleaners found a condom in the trash.

She watched him as he moved down the hall to one of the suites. When he returned, he had a warm washcloth and used it to gently clean her up.

“Such a good girl,” he purred. “Daddy loves you so much.”

When she was clean, he left her again, presumably to clean the cloth. When he returned to her office, Brock extended his hand, helped her up and then smoothed her skirt down over her hips.

“I told Royce and Camille we’d meet them at Elmo’s,” he said as he wrapped his arm around her.

“Yes, Daddy.”