CHAPTER 3: f*****g HIS THROBBING HORSE-COCK
CASSIDY’S POV
“Please,” he rasped, voice shredded. “Ms. White, f**k, please—”
“Please what, Logan?” I stroked him slow, torturous, thumb swirling through the endless leak at his slit, smearing it down the shaft. “Tell me exactly what that greedy c**k needs.”
“Please let me come,” he whimpered, hips jerking helplessly into my fist. “I’m so f*****g close it hurts—”
I squeezed hard, cutting off his plea with a strangled moan.
“No. You come when I say, or you’re done. Fired. Career over the second you spill without permission. You believe me?”
Terror flashed in his eyes, mixing with the animal lust.
“Yes, ma’am. I swear.”
“Good.” I released him, turned, and braced both palms on the wall, ass arched high. “Then f**k me. And you will not com
