Chapter 81: The Test/Taste Begins [R18]

"Before you start working here, I want you to take a test."

Chloe froze with her hand on her bag strap. "Me.....?"

"Yes. The other two can leave. You stay."

Emily and Sofia glanced at her, then slipped out with Isabella. The door clicked shut. The office went quiet except for the soft hum of the air-conditioning and the faint sounds of activity beyond the door.

Damon leaned back in his chair and studied her. Eighteen, adult, fashion dreams, no portfolio, no contacts. Expressive until the talk turned to experience, then fast words and caught breath. Now pale, lips pressed tight, hands twisting together.

"Lock the door," he said.

Chloe blinked. "What.....?"

"Lock it. We do not want Isabella walking in early."

She turned slowly and locked it. The click sounded too loud. She stayed by the door, unsure.

"Come here."

She walked to the desk on stiff legs and stopped a full step away. Her heart hammered so loud she was sure he could hear it.

"Closer," he said. "Stop when your knees touch my chair."

She stepped in until her knees brushed leather. He smelled of soap and coffee and something warm under it. Her fingers tightened on her bag.

"Put the bag down," he said. "You will not need it for this."

She set it on the floor. Her hands came up empty and she did not know where to put them.

"You signed," Damon said plainly. "You read it. Money, training, access. And private time with me. Including intimacy. You said yes. This is that part. If you want to leave, leave now. No one will stop you."

Chloe swallowed hard. Her mouth was dry. She thought of rent and fabric she could not afford and the way the other jobs had looked through her like glass. She shook her head quickly.

"I..... I do not want to leave....." she whispered. "I want..... I want to try....."

"Then kneel," he said.

Her breath hitched. "Here.....?"

"Here. Kneel between my legs."

She sank down on the carpet, knees folding, skirt pooling. The chair loomed over her. From down here he looked bigger, calmer, unreadable. Her hands shook in her lap.

"Hands on my thighs," he said. "Get used to where you are."

She placed her palms on his trousers. The muscle under cloth was hard. She could feel heat coming off him.

"Mmh....." she breathed. Her voice shook. "I have..... I have never..... properly....."

"I know," he said. "That is why we go slow. Unzip me."

Her fingers fumbled at his belt, then the zip. She was clumsy, breathing too fast. He covered her hands once, steadying, then let go.

"Good," he murmured. "Now take me out. Gently."

She freed him. Thick, heavy, already half hard and warming fast in her hand. The tip was smooth and glistening with the first bead. Her lips parted without thinking.

"Oh....." she whispered. "Mmh..... you are..... big....."

"You will manage," he said. "Lick first. Get me wet."

She leaned in and licked the tip in one nervous stripe. Salt and heat. He inhaled through his nose.

"Again," he said. "Slower. Use the flat of your tongue."

She licked again, slower, dragging up the underside. He thickened under her mouth, pulsing. A soft splurt of precome beaded and smeared across her tongue.

"Mmph....." she whimpered. "Mmh..... salty....."

"Swallow it," he said. "That is just the start. Open."

She opened. He guided the head past her lips. Warmth closed over him. Her cheeks hollowed clumsily.

"Oh..... fuck....." he breathed. "Just like that..... wet and warm....."

She bobbed an inch, then back, tongue moving blindly. Drool gathered and slid down him, making the slide slicker. The room filled with small wet sounds.

"Mmph..... mmh....." she moaned around him, more vibration than voice.

"Louder," he said, fingers sliding into her hair, not pushing yet. Just holding. "Let me hear you enjoy it."

"Mmph..... mmh....." she moaned again, louder, eyes watering as she took another inch. "Mmh..... mmh....."

"Good girl," he groaned. "Keep sucking..... use your hand too.... twist slow....."

She wrapped her fingers around the base she could not fit, twisting in time with her mouth. Spit ran down her chin. She gasped off him for air, panting, lips shiny.

"Mmh..... am I..... am I doing okay.....?" she panted. "Tell me....."

"You are doing well for a first test," he said. "But stop talking. Mouth back on me. Deeper this time."

She took him again, deeper, gagging softly as he touched the back of her tongue. She pulled back coughing, then forced herself forward again.

"That is it," he said, voice dropping lower. "Take the gag..... breathe through your nose..... relax your throat....."

"Mmph..... mmh..... ngh....." she choked, then settled, throat opening. "Mmh..... mmh....."

He began to move his hips in tiny rolls, fucking her mouth slow. His hand tightened in her hair, guiding, not cruel yet but firm. Firm enough that she knew who owned the pace.

"You feel that," he said. "My cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth. You wanted fashion contacts. This is how you earn them."

"Mmph....." she whimpered, nails digging into his thighs. "Mmph..... mmh....."

"Answer me," he said, thrusting slow and deep, holding a second at the back. "Moan if you understand."

"Mmh..... mmh....." she moaned hard around him, nodding as best she could with his length in her mouth.

The pace built, still deliberate, still slow, but heavier. Each thrust went a fraction deeper. Drool splashed softly onto his trousers and her chin. Her eyes streamed. Her cheeks burned with shame and heat at once.

"So wet," he muttered. "Listen to that mess. Splash all over me. Good slutty mouth for a shy girl."

"Mmph....." she cried out muffled, torn between shame and a strange pulse low in her belly. "Mmh..... mmh....."

He pulled her off suddenly. She gasped, string of spit stretching from her lips to his tip then breaking.

"Breathe," he ordered.

She panted, chest heaving, mouth open and aching. "Mmh..... ah..... ah....."

"Look at you," he said, thumb wiping spit from her chin and pushing it back into her mouth. "Suck."

She sucked his thumb blindly. "Mmph....."

"Now back on," he said. "I am getting close. This is the important part. No teeth. Throat open. Eyes on me."

She locked eyes with him and sank down again, taking him deep. He groaned long and low.

"Oh..... fuck..... yes....." he hissed. "Right there..... keep still..... let me use it....."

He held her head steady and began the facefuck, long deep strokes with pauses buried at the back.

"Hold In..... hold in..... hold longer."