Chapter 66: You’re the One Who Needs This Cock

Chapter 66: 66: You’re the One Who Needs This Cock

I answered without hesitation.

"Thank you for the offer, but I’ll decline."

"..."

Celeste’s eyebrow twitched. She clearly had not expected that.

"...May I ask why?"

Why?

If I accepted, I would make a fortune and spend my days having sex at work.

But I would also live as Celeste’s stud, permanently beneath her.

That did not appeal to me.

"I don’t like being tied down."

"Is that all? You’re already tied to the company. If anything, these terms would free you."

"The terms are excellent. Almost anyone else would accept."

"You understand that, yet..."

"But I have sex when I want to."

The sudden shift into informal speech made Celeste flinch.

When I looked directly at her, she quickly turned her head.

"Th-that is your reason?"

"It matters. I do it when I’m in the mood. Being ordered to perform whenever someone else wants would get old."

"...Then what about yesterday?"

"Yesterday? I was horny too."

"..."

She stared at me as though I were unbelievable.

What could she do? I had always lived however I pleased.

"I might consider it if the condition was that I could take you whenever and wherever I wanted."

"...Wouldn’t that reverse our positions?"

Her fingers tightened around my hand.

"A secretary takes the CEO whenever he wants...?"

"That sounds good to me."

"Th-that is a very strange arrangement."

"What’s strange about it?"

I guided my hand down toward my crotch.

Her hand followed mine and brushed against it.

"Ah..."

I let her feel my fully erect cock through my pants.

"You’re the one who needs this cock, Celeste."

"...Staff Member Ed. We are at work. I am the CEO..."

"Right. And I’m a bottom-rung contract employee."

I rubbed her hand slowly over my crotch.

Celeste did not pull away. Her face reddened, but she followed the movement in silence.

"If you wanted, you could fire me right now. I’m a contract worker, so there would barely be any legal trouble. Isn’t that right?"

"...You know that already."

"But you won’t."

"..."

She glared at me, frustrated.

Oh, scary. Was that the last fragment of her pride as CEO?

Her hand was already moving faster over my cock.

She had tried to place me beneath her by making me a secretary.

But at heart, Celeste was an ordinary woman who wanted a man strong enough to dominate her.

Her title only made that harder to see.

Accepting the secretary job for its conditions would have been the worst move.

If I handled Celeste properly with my cock, the money would come on its own.

I slipped my hand away.

Celeste’s hand remained alone over my crotch.

Rub, rub.

Even without my guidance, she could not stop stroking me through my pants.

"If you want this cock again like yesterday, you’ll listen to me."

"...N-no. I can’t... do that."

Sure.

She said she could not while focusing every bit of attention on the hand touching me.

"Haa... haa..."

Her breathing gradually grew rougher.

Maybe she was remembering yesterday. Her legs pressed tightly together.

I reached over and stroked one thigh.

Stroke.

"Mm...! Is it really all right to touch your CEO like this?"

"Why wouldn’t it be?"

My hand slid slowly along her leg.

"Hng...!"

One stroke over her thigh made her react sharply.

She had always been sensitive, but she seemed even more worked up now.

"Haa... mm..."

I continued caressing her leg.

Stroke. Stroke.

"S-stop. You are only... mm...!"

"I’m only what?"

"You’re... I mean... hng..."

I expected her to call me a stud again like yesterday, but she hesitated and said nothing.

Then I would make her say it eventually.

My hand crept beneath her skirt.

"Hh—ah!? W-wait. What are you doing?"

"Hm?"

"In an office like this... mm...!"

"Didn’t you try to hire me as your secretary because you wanted to do it in the office?"

"...I intended to do it somewhere else. This is... mm, a place for work."

Her legs trembled beneath my hand.

Maybe her career-woman instincts made her keep work and sex in separate compartments.

Though she had very little right to say that after climbing onto her desk to seduce me.

"You call it a workplace, but you were ready to pay a fortune to hire a male secretary you wanted to fuck."

"...Th-that isn’t what I meant. Mm? I only..."

Celeste pressed her trembling legs together.

"I only wanted... to keep you close."

Ah.

That was adorable.

Was a company CEO allowed to be this cute?

I pushed my hand farther under her skirt and stroked her pussy.

Squelch.

"Mmph!?"

"You’re soaked."

"Ah... mm... hng..."

I rubbed slowly over the expensive panties. They were wet enough for me to feel the moisture through the fabric.

"Spread your legs."

"..."

She quietly opened them a little.

I slid my arm into the gap and pressed my palm over her mound.

Wet. Squelch?

"Hhh...!"

"You feel that good, Celeste?"

"Haa... mm. D-don’t... do this..."

"You’re saying no while holding your pussy out for me."

"Mm... because you told me to..."

What kind of CEO spread her legs because a bottom-level employee ordered her to?

"Hng, haa...? Haa... mm...?"

"You’re incredibly wet."

"Because you’re touching me... hng...?"

"Touching alone does not make you this wet."

I kept one hand between her legs and wrapped the other around her shoulders.

"Ah..."

As our faces drew close, Celeste seemed to understand and shut her eyes.

"..."

Wet, wet.

"...Aren’t you going to do it?"

"Do what?"

"Kiss me..."

"I told you. I do it when I want."

"...You’re cruel."

She looked slightly sulky.

"My woman should listen to me."

"Who said I was your woman?"

"Our Celeste."

"..."

I pulled her shoulder closer and kissed her.

Our lips met in a slow, wet kiss.

The sweat from last night was gone. An expensive fragrance rose from her body.

Her lips tasted richly of fresh lipstick.

Anyone looking at her would see a flawless career woman—successful, polished, impossible to touch casually.

But right now she was only a woman clinging to my mouth, legs spread while I played with her pussy.

Her panties were thoroughly soaked.

Her body was loose and wet enough to take me immediately.

She had probably been ready before I even entered the office.

"Mmm... haa...?"

"Your lips taste good."

"...Don’t flatter me."

She said not to, but she looked pleased.

Her eyes lingered on the lipstick she had left on my mouth.

"Stick out your tongue."

"...What?"

"So we can kiss in a filthier way."

"...Vulgar."

"We did plenty of things more vulgar than this yesterday."

"...That’s true."

Her face reddened as she remembered everything we had done.

"Is... this right?"

She pushed her tongue out greedily, asking a man to kiss her.

Maybe she did not know how obscene she looked.

Or maybe kissing me mattered more than preserving her dignity.

I extended my tongue and brushed it slowly against hers.

We tangled them together in the open air, a deliberately filthy kiss.

Celeste seemed to like it. Her tongue chased mine eagerly.

After several minutes of chasing each other tongue, we pulled apart. A string of saliva slipped down and landed on her suit skirt.

I could not tell whose it was.

"Should I... take my clothes off?"

"No. I like you like this."

"But they’ll get dirty..."

"I like suits."

"...You do?"

She looked strangely happy.

"What do you think... of today’s outfit?"

"Today’s outfit?"

I looked her over slowly.

"Fucking hot."

"...A very vulgar choice of words."

"I can’t help it. I haven’t spent much time in polite society."

"I don’t think that’s why."

"Besides, you like vulgar things too."

"..."

She turned her head rather than deny it.

I liked vulgar things too.

A refined, successful woman willing to abandon every shred of dignity for a cock—that was what made it exciting.

"Should we get started?"

I lowered my pants.

"Ah...?"

Under Celeste’s gaze, I pulled out my thick, fully erect cock.

A bottom-level employee sitting in the CEO’s office with his dick out.

That was me.

"A-are you going to... put it in?"

She was clearly waiting for penetration.

But giving it to her immediately would be boring.

I still needed to teach Celeste to listen properly.

"Of course I’m putting it in."

"...Here?"

She subtly started spreading her legs.

"No."

I stopped her legs and instead remained seated, opening mine.

"It’s going in your mouth."

"..."

She stared down at my cock with a faintly resentful expression.

But she did not look entirely unhappy about it.