His only Cure

Entering the office, Zick greeted the others, trying not to look at Don. Knowing what was in the crates, Don distributed them accordingly. Everyone was given their tasks and went their separate ways, leaving the boss alone in the office.

An unknown number appeared on his phone. Looking at it calmly, he answered it and put it on speakerphone. 

"I'm listening" 

"...Don..." A male voice came through the phone. "You weren't very nice to Chong" 

"I treated him appropriately" Don intertwined his fingers and leaned over the phone. "One phone call with a request would have been enough. Nothing more. I wouldn't mind. But Chong thought I was a minor threat. He paid for his mistake. What do you want?" He asked calmly. 

"I want my goods" 

"Ha" He snorted. "You're kidding. Your men left them with me. You know very well that you won't get them back. Next time, choose someone competent and let me know. I'll gladly lend you my hospitality" Don ended the conversation with a grim face.

He knew that he had to be careful with this person. He also knew that this time he wouldn't do anything.

This time it was his men's fault and he suspected that he wouldn't meet Chong again. After a moment of contemplation, he took care of the daily affairs of the gang.

He checked the condition of the wounded and whether the rest were slacking off.

Zick, as usual, was glued to the computer and fully focused on her tasks. Don unconsciously smiled looking in her direction. His legs led him towards the hacker.

Standing next to her, he put his hand on her neck and gently ran his thumb over it. Under the influence of his touch, Zick visibly straightened up, relaxing a little.

He noticed that she liked what he was doing to her. Her hands did not stop working for a moment and as usual, her eyes flickered around the monitor.

"Boss. About the new ones."

Someone approached Don and began to ask him something. The man turned his head towards him, talking to him, still holding his hand on her neck.

Pretending to want to scratch, Zick put her hand on his, wanting to get rid of it. There were too many people in the room.

If they started to suspect something, they would also may think that their boss was .... What if they lost respect for him because of it? Or started to fear him so that he would not get into their pants?

Zick, clearly overdoing her imagination, struggled with the boss's hand, which did not want to leave her. Finally she got up from her seat and quietly said "bathroom" as she left the room.

She really did have to use it. As she went to wash her hands she noticed Don standing by the sinks. He didn't say anything, he just stood there with his serious expression on his face, watching her.

The woman looked down and started washing her hands. The boss stood right behind her, placing his hands on either side of the sink. She was trapped.

She glanced at the mirror in front of her and met his intense gaze. She wiped her hands and glanced at him again. Not knowing what he could want from her, she decided to do something herself.

She turned to him and hugged him tightly, fawning on his chest with her head. She always wanted to hug him. Every time she saw him, she wanted to be in his arms. She was petite so it didn't take much to embrace her.

Feeling his arms slowly wrap around her and snuggle up to her head, she purred with contentment.

However, the pleasant moment didn't last long because they heard someone enter the bathroom. Zick quickly wriggled out of her boss's embrace and disappeared behind the door.

Running his hand through the hair, Don looked at his reflection, sighing heavily. Before, it had been hard for him to stop touching her but now...

Seeing how she herself was clinging to him and wanted to be in his arms, he didn't know how long he would be able to hold out.

The rest of the day passed as usual, busy. Don had gone out to do something with the others for the afternoon and probably wouldn't be back for a while.

Zick was still working absentmindedly on her computer, feeling like she could drink something good.

Remembering his prohibition, she growled to herself in displeasure. She went to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

A group of men had ordered takeout and shared their food with her without a problem, talking nonsense and laughing.

After a funny break, she sat down again in front of her favorite, which she received from her boss after her house was massacred. The beauty worth several hundred thousand was the apple of Zick's eye. She didn't let anyone get close to it, let alone touch it. Working on it gave her much more pleasure.

Immersed in work, she lost track of time and didn't even notice the message that appeared on her phone.

She was torn from her trance by someone's hand, which began to massage her tense neck. Knowing that no one but her boss would do that, she hummed with satisfaction, letting him massage her shoulders. 

"Oh, how good." She relaxed, closing her eyes. 

"I see you didn't read my message." She heard the dissatisfaction in his voice. 

"Message? What message?" Surprised, she took the phone and checked it. After reading his message, she blushed to the top of her head. She looked angrily into his eager gaze and swallowed hard.

"Are you kidding?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" He asked, grabbing her by the hand and lifting her from the seat.

"No, wait, someone will see" She wanted to defend herself but before she noticed she was thrown over his shoulder.

"You have nothing to worry about. They went to sleep"

He happily carried his prize to his room, locking the door behind him. He only put her in the bathroom and without waiting began to undress her.

"Wait a minute Don! I don't..."

She didn't have time to finish because her mouth was besieged by the man's hungry mouth. His raging tongue quickly turned her protest into a pleasant purr.

Without knowing when, she was stripped of her clothes and sat on the edge of his large bathtub.

Turning on the hot water tap, he began to fill it. He knelt down in front of Zick and slowly spread her legs with his hands.

She moaned feeling the warmth flowing into the lower part of her stomach. He looked into her eyes dangerously, sending shivers down her spine. Zick instinctively wanted to close her legs but he stopped them with his hands, approaching dangerously close to her center. 

"Ymmmm...What should you say now? Say it well and I'll reduce the punishment" He purred menacingly. 

"...Enjoy your meal..." She said quietly, embarrassed. 

"Very nice" He growled, not waiting any longer.

His mouth hungrily devoured the entire pussy and his tongue went crazy on his lips. Grabbing his head she moaned loudly with sudden pleasure and her body trembling.

Don attacked her as if he was going to devour her whole. He was very intense and her moans only excited him more. Clenching his hands on her thighs, he began to insert his tongue inside her.

"Ah! No! Wait! I can't! Ah!" Electricity shot through her whole body and she felt incredible pleasure. Coming in his still raging mouth, she shuddered, losing her strength.

Breathing heavily, she saw him standing in front of her with his cock tensed.

"You know what to do. Now it's your turn to enjoy the meal"

He grabbed the back of her head and brought her face closer to his penis. Glancing at him with her glassy eyes, she grabbed his thighs and immediately took him into her mouth as much as she could.

Don growled with pleasure, tightening his hand on her hair. She began to move her lips and tongue, sucking him hard.

Her head slowly began to move faster and faster. The corners of her mouth started to burn. His cock was thick. She couldn't even take it halfway in. However, she knew she had to try.

Her jaw hurt more and more from the faster movements. Grabbing her head with his hands, he helped her take him faster and definitely deeper, which made her start to choke.

Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. She began to think that she couldn't handle it anymore when she felt him push it hard inside and some warm liquid started to flow down her throat.

Releasing her, she fell to the ground, choking and gasping for breath.

Don knew he had overdone it, but he was so turned on he couldn't help himself. He knelt down next to her and brushed her hair back from her face.

"Sorry. You were so wonderful, I lost my reasoning. Come on. Let's soak in the warm water for a while."

He picked her up and let her rinse her mouth before they got into the tub.

Leaning against his chest, she closed her eyes, feeling tired. His hands were pleasantly massaging her body and the water was perfectly warm. Before she noticed what was happening to her, she fell asleep.

Don, glancing at her sleeping face, rested his head on the edge of the tub, closing his eyes. For the first time in a long time, he felt relaxed. All worries and problems fell into the background at that moment, leaving only peace.

Feeling that the water was slowly cooling, he carefully washed the sleeping woman and dried her. She must have been very tired that she hadn't woken up for a moment.

Cuddling her to him, the man covered them with a blanket and stroking her back, he slowly fell asleep.