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Sienna swallowed and obeyed him without question, stripping out of her jeans and top and folding them into a neat little pile on the bed.

"Underwear too," he prompted, giving her a sideways glance.

After only a second’s hesitation, she obliged, adding her bra and briefs to the pile. She had to fight the urge to cover up using her hands, holding them firmly at her sides.

‘Your body is beautiful,’ she told herself, forcing her usually confident persona to the surface. She got the feeling he wouldn't be happy to see her acting modestly.

He didn't tell her how amazing she looked or how beautiful her body was. He barely even looked at her. The look in his eyes said he’d seen it all before. She was nothing special to him. Usually, guys would gush at the sight of her, becoming excited at the chance to sleep with such a stunning beauty. This experience was… different, to say the least. It left her with a feeling she’d yet to experience. One she couldn’t define in words.

The sun shone through the window, warming her cheeks, and she knew the feeling of the harsh sunlight would remind her of Adrian from this point on.

‘This memory will be with me forever,’ she thought. This realisation left her both exhilarated and profoundly sad.

"Get under my desk," he said in a bored tone. "You're going to suck me off while I play DoD."

She deliberately held his gaze for a moment, licked her lips, and then bit down on her bottom lip before crawling over the bed and slipping under the desk. There wasn't room for a chair at the computer desk, so he sat on the bed.

Once inside the cramped, wire-cluttered space, she waited for him to undo his trousers.

When he spoke the sound of his voice was muffled.

"Pardon?" she asked.

"I wasn't talking to you," he said. "Go on then, get to work."

Taking the initiative she unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his fly. When she saw how hard he was she smiled to herself, knowing her body and the promise of her lips had caused it. He wasn’t as unaffected by her as he appeared outwardly.

‘The penis doesn’t lie,’ she smiled to herself.

She reached into his boxers and pulled it out, getting to work as he'd put it. Giving head was an act she enjoyed, but this felt different to normal. With other guys, she had felt in charge of the situation. Their pleasure had been in her hands—or more accurately—her mouth. She could give it or take it away, tease them and make them beg for more.

Now, she had no choice but to deliver if she wanted him to keep her in her life. It felt different, but not in a bad way. She desperately wanted to please him and used all her skills; skills that usually made the guy come within a matter of mere minutes.

As her mouth began to fatigue, she wondered what she was doing wrong.

She took a break from sucking to peek up and ask him if she was doing anything wrong.

"No," he said in a flat voice. "And you don't stop sucking until I cum, okay?"

As she resumed the blow job, she heard him tell someone he had a girl under his desk over the mic. After a pause, he laughed and said he couldn't prove it because he'd get banned.

Then she heard him tut and sigh loudly.

"Sienna, pop your head up and wave. Just don't show your boobs to the camera," he said.

Grateful for a rest, she slowly popped her head up from under the desk, smiled a nervous smile and waved into the camera at whoever might be watching.

The reaction of the guy he was talking to was so loud she heard the crackling laughter over the mic. It sounded like more than one person, leading her to wonder how many people had just seen her face. It was too late to worry about now, so she pushed it to the back of her mind.

As she listened to him talking to his teammates and clicking furiously, she understood why it was taking so long. She did not have his full attention. Still, she put her best effort in, despite the ache in her jaw.

When the clicking ceased he slouched and looked down at her, placing a lazy hand in her hair. He pulled at her hair as his breathing became ragged and his dick started to throb against her mouth.

He surprised her by pulling out, spraying cum all over her face. As the fluid was body temperature, she couldn't feel it as it landed, just the sliminess as it began to drip.

It dripped onto her top lip, and from her hair, but when she went to wipe it away, he stopped her.

"No," he said with an amused half-smile. "Show my friends."

He was laughing as he made her put her clothes back on and sit next to him, face dripping with semen. For the first time since meeting him, his face was stretched with genuine emotion and his eyes sparkled.

‘I made him happy,’ Sienna thought, chuckling quietly.

She heard a static burst as the guy on the other end of the microphone shrieked with laughter.

"Okay, go make me a tea. Milk, two sugars," he demanded.

"C—can I wipe my face first?" she asked, making big eyes at him. "Please?"

"I'll do it," he smirked, taking a finger and pushing the cum about her face and into her mouth. She sucked the bitter-tasting liquid from his fingers, watching the amused look on his face. His mouth hung slightly open as he concentrated, revealing his oddly sharp teeth, and his green eyes sparkled with sadistic joy.

'He's so sexy when he’s happy,' she thought, feeling her fingers tingle. She used to get that same tingly feeling every time she thought about Tom—a mixture of overwhelming need and painful sadness. Sadness because he couldn't possibly love or want her as much as she desired him.

'All I have to do is be a good slave--the perfect slave—and he will want me,' she thought, leaving to make his tea.