ROBERT
The events of the previous night flooded back to my memory, as I made my way to the dinning section. I peered at my watch and cursed slightly. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had crossed a line, a line I had sworn never to cross again. As I made my way down the stairs, I tried to avoid thinking about her. I knew that seeing her would only stir up emotions I couldn't afford to feel. I was relieved to see that the breakfast table was set, a simple spread of toast, fruit, and coffee.
"Good morning Mr. Hardy," The Cook nodded and I casually waved him off.
Just as I was about to pour myself a cup of coffee, I heard footsteps approaching. I braced myself, knowing it was her. I didn't want to face her, not yet. I needed time to sort out my feelings, to regain control.
"Morning," She greeted me, her voice sounding flat and off.
"Good Morning Isla." I replied, my voice barely audible. I stared at her blank eyes, keeping a straight face, hoping it would mask the turmoil within me. She didn't look like she remembered what happened last night. I knew she had been drunk, but did she really not remember at all? Or was this a facade? A dose of my own medicine.
She picked slowly at her food without sparing me any glance. I wasn't going to be sucked up in this. I picked a napkin, wiped my hands and left for work.
I was going through some paperwork, and so completely immersed when I picked up my intercom and summoned Isla.
Shit! It was right after I dropped the intercom I remembered we had a self imposed 'restraining order.' I hadn't even intended to call her, but I was caught up in work and needed my secretary right this minute. As she walked into my office, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. Her hair was loose, framing her face perfectly, the dress clung helplessly to her body emphasizing her frame and curves. Her eyes held a spark of defiance.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked, her voice steady.
I cleared my throat, trying to focus. "Yes, I need you to crosscheck the details. It's urgent." I handed her a file, explaining the task in detail.
She nodded, taking the file. "I'll get right on it," she replied, her voice sounding firm.
To my surprise, she dropped the files back on my desk and approached me.
"What happened last night, Mr Hardy?" she demanded, her voice low and intense. "Did you really think I didn't know?"
"Isla…." I tried to start but she interrupted me.
"You kissed me, Robert. You kissed me like you meant it."
And before I could utter any more word, she fucking did it again! This time, the kiss was more demanding than the rest. My body was completely giving in and the thought that this was my best friend's daughter had completely shifted to the fartherest part of my mind. I pulled her down roughly to my body and lifted her legs up making her sit on me in a straddling position.
For some minutes, we locked eyes. Her eyes were moist with desire. My dick was obviously rock hard already.
"I want to suck it," Her voice was so fucking sensual. She tugged on my belt with one hand while her other hand stroked my beard. "I love Robert."
She unbuckled my belt, stood up from my thighs and knelt in between my knees. She unbuttoned my pants, sliding down past my legs and teasing my dick all through. She reached for the waistband of my boxers, slowly dragging my boxers down, my dick sprang out, she grinned, feeling impressed.
"You're so big", she said, flicking her tongue against my tip, licking the underside of my rod lightly before twirling her tongue back around my tip. I gasped in pleasure and she looked up at me, a mischievous smirk crawling up her sweet face. She began licking my dick clean, bathing it with her saliva until I could almost see my reflection in it. Again, she took my tip in her mouth and sucked it gently, nibbling her lips on it, bobbing her head up and down until it became a rhythm. Another intense gasp escaped from my mouth.
I let her suck me for a couple more minute before I gently pulled her away.
"This isn't your first time," I stated.
She laughed. "Mr Hardy, you really do underestimate me. You didn't think I was a virgin, or did you?"
"Well, I think I really did underestimate you." I said, my gaze lingering on her lips. The thought of what those lips had just done made a smile crawl up my lips. As if reading my mind, she kissed my lips, thrusting her tongue in. I returned the kiss, biting the bottom of her lips and nibbling gently on it.
I wanted more, craved more. I wanted to fill my little slutty Isla up and pump her till she splashes her hot juices on me, but I knew it couldn't happen here.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked stroking my still erect cock. "We could do it here, the door locked. I don't mind the desk."
She shifted her gaze to my desk which was presently littered with files and different documents. I desperately wanted to take her in right here.
Just then, a knock came on the door, causing my heart to do a flip. I pulled my pants back up hurriedly and adjusted my chair closer to the huge desk. Isla swiftly stood up straightening her dress.
The door creaked open, and Mia stepped into the room. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw Isla and I, our bodies mere inches apart.
"I, uh...I didn't know you were...busy," she stammered, her face flushed with embarrassment, shock and anger. She threw a daggering gaze at Isla.
What do you need, Mia?" I asked, my voice steady.
"Oh, it's just these.....," she replied, handing me a stack of papers. "I thought you might want to take a look at them."
As she turned to leave, she couldn't resist one last glance. Her eyes lingered on Isla, a visible mixture of curiosity and disdain.
Isla kissed my forehead, patted my still hard cock through the fabric of my pants, and walked out, winking by the door.
What the hell!