Chapter 42: Handjob Under Daddy’s Desk

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Handjob Under Daddy’s Desk

~Reynold’s POV~

When I finished eating, my housekeeper took my luggage outside.

The driver stepped out as soon as he saw us approaching and opened the rear door with a polite nod. I slid into the plush back seat while my housekeeper placed my bags neatly beside me before stepping back and closing the heavy door.

The driver returned to his seat, started the engine, and smoothly pulled away from the house. Frederick had already told me he would be finishing up some work at his office, so he instructed the driver to bring me straight to his company.

As the car glided down the highway, I stared out the window at the passing city skyline, a flutter of excitement warming my chest. Truth be told, I couldn’t wait to see Frederick. I had missed him more than I cared to admit.

The drive was long, so I passed the time playing a game on my iPad, listening to music through my headphones, and texting back and forth with Frederick. At one point, out of pure curiosity, I searched the internet for tips on how to be a bad boy your sugar daddy becomes obsessed with. I couldn’t help laughing quietly as I scrolled through the results. Some of the advice was surprisingly helpful, while other tips were completely ridiculous.

Feeling a little bold, I popped in my AirPods so the driver wouldn’t hear anything and pulled up a few porn sites to check out different sex positions. I wanted to learn how to moan sexier and figure out how to be absolute perfection for Frederick in bed. If he was taking care of me and doing so much for my life, this was at least the least I could do to show him how much I appreciated everything he was doing.

I watched different clips until I felt myself getting hard, my breath hitching in my chest. Panicking slightly, I quickly snapped my iPad shut and forced myself to look out the window, trying to calm my racing pulse.

A while later, the luxury sedan finally pulled into the underground parking garage of Frederick’s company building.

The car came to a smooth stop. I opened the door and stepped out, carrying only my iPad and phone while the driver led the way toward the private entrance. I had seen the towering corporate skyscraper on the news and on television a few times, but seeing it in person was completely different. It was massive, imposing, and even more breathtaking up close.

We stepped into a private elevator that whisked us straight up to Frederick’s executive floor. The entire level was jaw-droppingly spacious and polished to perfection. His secretary sat at a sleek desk outside his office, looking up as we approached, but she didn’t try to stop us.

When we reached the grand double doors, the driver knocked once before pushing them open.

Inside, Frederick was in the middle of a serious discussion with two corporate associates seated in plush chairs in front of his massive mahogany desk. My heart skipped a beat, and I figured he would wave us away or tell us to wait outside until he was finished.

Instead, his intense eyes locked onto mine the moment I stepped through the doorway. A subtle shift crossed his expression, and he immediately gestured for me to come in, dismissing the driver with a flick of his hand.

I stepped fully into the office, feeling every eye turn toward me. Frederick didn’t make me stand awkwardly by the door. Instead, he stood up, pulled a sleek visitor’s chair right beside his executive seat, and patted the cushion, silently asking me to sit beside him before effortlessly turning his attention back to the meeting.

I sat in the chair right beside him, keeping my eyes low, unable to look up at the associates. I rested my head against the edge of the large wooden desk. My chair was positioned so close to Frederick’s that our legs brushed against each other, but the desk was tall enough to hide how near we were sitting.

Without breaking his stride in the corporate discussion, Frederick’s hand slipped down to my lap, giving it a light tap. Then, slowly, his fingers crept further, sliding between my legs until his warm hand cupped right over my crotch.

I gasped softly at the sudden contact, but I didn’t dare lift my head. Frederick continued speaking to the clients completely normally, his voice steady, professional, and entirely unbothered.

His hand began to move over my trousers, his thumb rubbing firmly against the head of my cock through the fabric. The friction felt so good, and after getting worked up in the car earlier, my body was already primed and desperate for him.

His hand continued its slow, teasing rhythm until my cock was swollen, hard, and throbbing against the cloth. Unable to stand it just rubbing against the fabric, I quietly slipped my hand inside my waistband and pulled my hardened cock out into the open air beneath the desk.

The moment Frederick’s bare palm wrapped around my length, I let out a low, breathy huh, my hips twitching. He smoothly adjusted his stroke, sliding his hand from base to tip in a steady, rhythmic motion, all while pitching his voice to answer a complex business question without missing a single beat.

I moaned silently, the intense pleasure building in my chest as I bit down hard on my lower lip. My back hole felt heavy and clenching, desperate for a stretch, while my cock throbbed painfully against his palm.

Fuck, yes... I whimpered under my breath, my fingers tangling over his to help guide and control the relentless pace of his stroke.

Frederick’s hand slid smoothly from the heavy weight of my balls all the way up to the weeping tip of my cock. God, that felt like heaven. It was as if I’d slipped straight into paradise, completely helpless while his expert hand did all the work beneath the desk.

I was already dripping with thick pre-come, slick and leaking profusely all over his fingers. I gripped the edge of the wooden seat so hard my knuckles turned white, my hips bucking minutely as his hand picked up the pace, the friction driving me completely out of my mind.

God... I’m about to cum... fuck.

I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sound, whimpering softly under the table as he stroked me faster and harder.

Ah... fuck... I can’t take it anymore—

Frederick’s hand sped up, the wet, slick sound of his fist working my cock filling the space under the desk.

I’m cumming— yes, yes, please...

I spilled hard into his fist, my body shuddering as thick, hot spurts of cum coated his fingers.

I didn’t dare lift my head once, trembling against the desk as he milked every last drop from me. With absolute composure, Frederick kept talking to the clients, and the second he finished, he smoothly slid his hand away, reached down to pull a clean tissue from beneath the desk, and wiped his hand clean.

He didn’t miss a beat.

Eventually, the conversation came to an end. The two corporate associates nodded respectfully.

"Thank you, Mr. Corvin. We look forward to your response," they said before offering their goodbyes and walking out of the office. The door closed firmly behind them.

The second the door clicked shut, Frederick stood up. I slowly lifted my head, my face flushed and my breathing still ragged.

He reached over and pressed the intercom button on his desk phone. "I’m resting. Until I give the order, no one is allowed to enter my office. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," his secretary’s voice replied instantly through the speaker.

He dropped the phone back onto its cradle, walked over to me, and cupped my chin, lifting my face to meet his. He leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, hungry kiss and swallowing my soft sighs.

When he finally pulled back, a dark, wicked smirk played on his lips. "How were classes?" he asked softly.

"It was fine," I breathed, my voice still shaky.

"Are you hungry?"

"I’m fine," I mumbled, shaking my head.

His thumb grazed my lower lip. "Did you enjoy that handjob? Did you like it?"

I looked up at him, then down at my hand, and nodded shyly. "Yes."

He chuckled, a low, pleased sound. "Alright then." He paused, his dark eyes burning into mine. "Did you miss me?"

I nodded again, my cheeks heating up. "Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, thick with intent. "Come here and show sugar daddy how much you missed me."

He leaned in closer, his eyes dark with desire. "I’m going to fuck you so hard, little pet. I’m taking you raw today. Are you ready?"

With a soft smile, he leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead. Before I could even stand, he slipped his arms under me and scooped me straight up into his arms, carrying me past the desk and through a private door leading directly into his luxurious executive resting suite.

He laid me down onto the wide, plush bed and immediately began shedding his suit jacket, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Take off everything you’re wearing," Frederick commanded, his voice dropping low and heavy as he unbuttoned his cuffs.

"Yes, Daddy," I breathed, my pulse racing with anticipation. "Your wish is my command."

A dark, dangerous smirk touched his lips. "Little pet... be ready for everything that’s about to come inside you."

"Say no more, Daddy... I’m fucking ready for you."

With quick, urgent motions, we stripped until we were both completely bare. Frederick took my hand and led me into the spacious private bathroom. We shared a fast, searingly hot shower, washing away the stress of the day, then wrapped plush towels around our waists and stepped back into the bedroom.

Once we had dried off, Frederick guided me back into the bedroom.

"Climb onto the bed," he said.

I did as I was told, moving up onto the mattress.

"Get on your back right in the middle," he instructed, eyes burning into mine. "Spread your legs wide for me, Reynold."

I didn’t hesitate. I lay back in the center of the bed, parted my knees, and opened myself completely to his gaze, presenting my bare hole to him without an ounce of shame.

Frederick stopped, his breath catching as he looked down between my thighs. A low growl vibrated in his chest. "Damn... you’re fresh, clean, and so fucking beautiful."

He crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees, closing the distance between us like a predator. I expected him to reach for his cock or prep me with his fingers, but instead he settled right between my thighs. He let his warm breath fan over my sensitive entrance, making my whole body shiver, before pressing his lips directly against my tight hole.

"God... fuck, Daddy..." I cried out, my hands flying up to grip the bedsheets as his tongue flicked out, hot and wet, slipping right inside my hole with...