CHAPTER FIFTEEN

EXPLICIT CONTENT. RATED 18. SEX.

DALLAS

My eyes widened as I saw his huge cock sprung from the towel.

“Holy shit!” The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. Everything happened in the span of a second but it was enough to make my imagination run wild. I quickly turned away from him and shut my eyes tight.

“I’m gonna go.”

I rushed out of the room immediately. The image of his cock flooded my mind. I could feel my panties getting drenched, my core screaming at me to be touched, ruined, and fucked by Oliver. Never in my life have I ever been this turned on by just the sight of a dick.

I needed a release. Now.

My legs were starting to throb from how badly turned on I was. I managed to walk down the stairs, steadying myself by holding on to the railings. I made a silent prayer that I don't bump into anyone, especially Tabitha. I placed a hand on the wall and kept walking without having a specific destination in mind.

I shoved open the first door I came across, bursting myself in. I quickly locked the door Incase anyone wanted to come in. Masturbating in your boss’s house doesn't exactly look good on a maid's profile.

My eyes darted around taking in the environment. I was in the art gallery. Different pieces of art adorned the wall but I couldn't even admire them. My traitorous body wouldn't even let me. I groaned in frustration.

I walked further into the room and leaned against a wall. I shut my eyes tight and tried to resist the persistent urge. But even with my eyes shut, the only image that came to my head was Oliver's naked body.

"Fuck it."

My fingers involuntarily went to my clit. I rubbed soothing circles around it. I took a sharp breath to stiffen the moan that was about to escape my lips. I continued the movements but it wasn't enough. I needed more. My knees fell to the floor of their own accord. I hiked up my short dress and shoved off my already drenched panties. My clit was already swollen. I gently massaged it at first, then shoved two fingers into my soaked pussy. A tiny moan escaped my lips.

I started moving my fingers inside me slowly at first then gradually increased the speed. The image of Oliver walking out of the bathroom filled my head. His wet hair, his extremely hot body that is competing with the sun about who is hotter, his long, thick, extremely huge dick, did nothing to help the slickness between my thighs. Now even my fingers weren't enough. No matter how fast I go. I needed something else.

I dragged my eyes around the gallery looking for anything that could suffice as a cock. What I truly wanted was Oliver. But I couldn't have him. He would never touch me. Literally. But I was surrounded by him. I was in his art gallery. I was in his house. I could feel his scent lingering around in the room. He might as well be fucking me right now even though he wasn't here.

My eyes landed on a cigar holder. It was hard, long, and perfect. I scrambled towards it and grabbed it without a second thought. I pressed the cold hard object into my soaking folds. I felt chills travel all over my body.

The ache between my core intensified. Whatever happened here wouldn't exactly measure up to what I really wanted. But it would do. I increased my speed, thrusting the cigar holder deeper inside me.

I imagined Oliver was with me. He laid me on the chess board and ordered me to spread my legs wide. He went on his knees and placed both my legs on his shoulders. He licked my swollen core than proceed to eat me out. Pinching. Teasing. Flicking. Then he flipped me over and fucked me hard as I screamed his name.

"Oliver. Oliver. Oliver." I chanted his name like a mantra.

"Oh God, fuck!"

I moaned even louder. My fingers sped against my clit. I bucked my ass up to angle the cigar holder until I hit the G spot. My back arched like a rainbow. I rode the cigar holder faster, my thighs straining, desperate for more friction. I could feel the release building inside me gradually. I increased my speed, riding desperately. A few seconds later I exploded on the cigar holder, fluids gushing out of me. I threw my head back, breathing heavily.

"Dallas."

I heard Oliver's voice resounded all over the room. My eyes darted around. The door was still firmly locked and it's not see through. I clearly remembered leaving him in his room. I almost concluded it was just a voice in my head when a thought crossed my mind. Cursing under my breath, I gently raised my head to see that I was sitting directly opposite a CCTV camera with my legs wide opened and my juices dampening my thighs.

Fucking shit.

He saw everything. He saw me fucking myself and screaming my name.

God, this would be a very good time to kill me.

I stared hard at the ground hoping and praying that it just opens up and swallow me. Or maybe I could suddenly develop superpowers and I'll teleport out of the room. If possible, out of the world. I was so mortified that I wanted to combust right now. I drew in a long breath.

"Oliver." I called daringly in an attempt to hide my mortification.

"Are you done contaminating my property?"

His voice sounded bored and unfazed that it drove me mad. I literally just offered him free porn, unintentionally, and he dare act like my body didn't entice me. For some reasons, it bothered me that he didn't find me attractive. I decided to play mind games to his if he would succumb to it.

I smacked my lips and dragged my eyes around.

"No, I don't think so. I might end up playing around a little more."

I made sure to keep my legs wide opened knowing fully well he could see everything. My swollen folds. The juices between my thinghs. Everything. I looked up at the camera and smirked.

"What exactly about this room turned you on so much? The paintings on the wall or the histories behind them?" he maintained the same tone.

"More like their owner did."

"By merely existing?" I could feel the hint of mockery in his tone.

"Why would you invite me to your room when you weren't dressed?"

"I wanted to discuss something with you."

"That couldn't be done in the living room when you were properly dressed?" I cocked an eyebrow.

He was silent for a while.

"What can I say? Maybe I wanted you to see me like that. Who knows."

"Looks like you achieved your aim."

I brought my fingers down and circled my swollen folds while keeping my eyes on him. I was starting to feel the urge again so I decided to stop.

"I think I'm done here. Hope you enjoyed the scene, Boss." I said, sarcasm dripping in my tone. I grabbed the cigar holder and my drenched painties and made to stand.

"Dallas." Oliver called, his voice came out raspy.

"What?"

"Put the cigar holder in your mouth and suck." his voice was cracked sending another wave of electricity travelling all over me.

I wanted to defy him and flip him off. But instead, I found myself doing as he asked. I put it in my mouth and sucked it as if I was sucking his dick.

"How does it taste?" He asked, his voice sounded hoarse as if he was stiffening a groan.

"Tastes good."

I didn't want him questioning me. I wanted him to come down here and fuck me. I so badly wanted to scream that at him. But I couldn't. Aside from the fact that he was my boss, he literally cannot touch me. I sighed and made to walk out when he stopped me again.

"What now?"

"First, the bracelet, then the bathroom door, and now this. Shall I put up a sign in every room to remind you not to steal or destroy my properties?"

"It's just a cigar holder." I scoffed.

"It's mine."

I rolled my eyes. There was no way I would leave the cigar holder after fucking it.

"I'll buy you another one."

I hastened my steps and was about to open the door when he said,

"I'm afraid this one is irreplaceable. First, it's not about the price, it is about the history behind them. And second, you wouldn't be able to buy it. It is way above your paycheck. I know because I pay your paycheck. Would you still like to hear the price?"

Okay, now the asshole just called me poor.

"You can have your dumb cigar holder." I placed it on a nearby table and stormed out of the gallery.

The only thing I've felt towards him up until today was anger and the urge to kill him, but now I wanted to fuck him. One thing was certain, things would never be the same between us again.