The Master Programmer-Chapter 147: Jason in Trouble 1

Jason Cross leaned back in his sleek, leather office chair, his faint smirk deepening as he observed the woman in front of him while she fixed herself up. Mia, her makeup slightly smeared, her lips trembling as if caught between regret and desire, stood there, looking at the snack that was Jason.

She didnt want to say it but she wanted to keep going. Somehow, she found herself caring about the way he thought of her. Although that might be too late by now. The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed to pulse in time with the muffled sounds of the bustling office just beyond the door.

Before Jason could speak, the door swung open, and Samantha Ellis strode in, closing the door swiftly behind her. Her tailored suit clung to her curves, the sharp lines of her ensemble perfectly complementing the icy determination in her eyes. She paused just inside the threshold, taking in the scene with a quick sweep of her gaze. Jason looked at this woman, and a faint smirk came to him once again after the initial shock.

Oh shit… so she had chosen this option…

Jason was amused, but Mia was not amused at all. She was utterly devastated at that moment, being found in such a state by her boss. "Ms. Samantha," Mia stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Jason saw this and inwardly sighed... Maybe he should show Mia who ran the show in this company so she didnt get embarrassed like this.

Samantha raised a hand, silencing her. "It’s okay," she said, her tone deceptively calm. Her eyes, however, were locked onto Jason, glinting with something dangerous. "Right now, you are not my employee. You’re his good little slut, isn’t that so, Jason?"

Wow… so she was listening too? How interesting…

Samantha didn’t even allow Jason time to say or do anything as she turned to Mia. "You can leave now. So go ahead and do that please." While Mia stood there frozen, Jason let out a chuckle that was low and unbothered. He tilted his head toward Mia, nodding first before watching as she hesitated before hurrying out of the room, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Wow, Samantha. Sending her out with her makeup like that. That was so harsh.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Samantha’s gaze sharpened further. But Jason was not afraid. She was practically his employee now. Mia and Samantha both were. And yet there Samantha was, walking around and doing all this shit as if she was in charge. Maybe Jason had to make sure to teach her a lesson.

"Why is my employee looking to you for advice on what to do after I tell her what to do?" she demanded, stepping closer. Jason merely watched her in interest as she did this. Was it not obvious already?

She loved him not her. She respected him more than she respected her. Simple. That was how it worked.

Jason stood, his movement smooth and deliberate, like a predator assessing its prey. "Because she’s mine," he said simply. "Mind, body, and soul. It’s my effect on people, Samantha. You’ll understand soon enough."

Samantha’s scoff was immediate, though her lips curled into a faint, sardonic smile. "Body, mind, and soul?" she echoed, closing the distance between them. She reached out, grabbing his tie and yanking him down to her level. "Do you think you can have me like that?"

Jason’s smile never faltered. "Samantha, everyone has their fantasy," he began, his voice low and soothing, laced with a confident warmth. "Some people need it rough. Others crave gentle affection. Some just need someone to listen, to see them. My job is to give the people I care about what they need. Otherwise, can I call myself someone who cares?"

Samantha’s words caught in her throat as she heard those words, watching Jason as he looked at her, in interest. She did not know what to say. Or rather, she had no idea how to say the words that were running in her mind. But she did feel an interesting sense of understanding. So Jason was activating a fantasy in her head, huh... What might it be?

Jason continued speaking, looking deep into her eyes. "Unfortunately for you, Samantha… I care about you. And I will give you exactly what you need when you need it, however you need it. In this office. In the storeroom. On the floor, on a couch, on a bed, wherever, whenever, I’ll give it to you. And you will take it all."

His words hung in the air, and Samantha’s grip on his tie faltered slightly. She was taken aback, though she’d never admit it. Did this mean he cared about her? And what was with all the sexual innuendos? The thought was unsettling and enticing all at once.

Finally, she found her voice. "What I need, huh... Fine, Jason. I want to see you on your knees," she said, her tone challenging, though her heartbeat betrayed her nerves.

Jason looked at this woman who was smaller than him and yet was talking a big game. She seemed to have a thing for domination. And yet Jason had that gene inside him too. In this kind of situation where both people had that kind of thing inside them, who would win?

Let’s see who would dominate who.

Jason’s smirk deepened. "Your wish is my command," he replied smoothly, dropping to his knees with an almost theatrical grace. His hands rested on his thighs, and he tilted his head up, locking eyes with her. "What now, Ms. Ellis?"

Samantha gazed down at Jason still holding his tie, making him seem like the dog he was. In the next moment, she smiled, biting her lip. "Take off my pants… Now!"

Jason chuckled after hearing those words. Wow... she was not playing around.

Samantha Ellis looked down at Jason Cross, his knees planted firmly on the plush office carpet beneath her, a smirk playing on his lips that matched the one she had moments ago.

He had the gall to look up at her like this was all a game, but she knew better.

The air in the room grew thick with tension as she stepped closer, her high heels clicking against the floor like a metronome counting down to the moment she knew they’d both been craving.

"Take off my pants," she repeated, her voice steady, the command echoing in the quiet office.

Jason’s eyes twinkled with amusement, but he didn’t miss a beat. He reached for the button of her tailored pants, popping it open with a swiftness that spoke of his experience. He slid the zipper down slowly, the sound seemingly amplified in the silent room.

As he tugged at the fabric, her hips swayed in silent invitation, allowing him to slide them off. His hands skimmed over her skin, and she couldn’t help but shiver.

Her underwear, a scandalous red that was a stark contrast to her professional attire, was next. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled it down, exposing her smooth, bare pussy. His eyes widened slightly in appreciation before he leaned in, his warm breath fanning against her sensitive flesh.

"You’re so eager," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "But are you ready for what comes next?"

With a wicked grin, Jason looked up at her. "Oh, I’m ready, Ms. Ellis. More than ready."

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He leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Samantha gasped as he licked her from bottom to top, teasing her clit before delving deeper. She felt his hands slip around to her ass, gripping it tightly as he feasted on her. Her legs began to tremble, and she reached out to grab the edge of the desk for support.

"You like that, don’t you?" Jason murmured against her. "You love having me at your mercy like this."

"Shut up and keep going," she growled, her voice low and needy. But even as the words left her lips, she felt the power in the room shifting. It was intoxicating, watching him eagerly obey her commands, yet there was something in his eyes that told her he was just biding his time.

Jason’s tongue grew more insistent, his hands more demanding as he explored her with a hunger she hadn’t seen from him before. It was as if he was memorizing every inch of her, preparing to claim her completely.

Her orgasm built, the pressure mounting until she couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed his face and started fucking it, gritting her teeth as her crotch rode his handsome visage. Jason let her play with him as she wished. After all, there was no problem for him to see that happen. e was enjoying this way too much. And something told him he would enjoy what came next.

"Ohhh~~!!"

It didnt take long before Samantha started convulsing on his face, pushing Jason backwards onto the couch behind him as she continued grinding her crotch on his face. Jason chuckled, continuing the licking, sucking and nibbling he was doing, patiently, carefully letting her feel everything she wanted to feel.

After she was done, he stood there stil on his knees, and Samantha took in a deep breath before words she had never expected came out of her mouth.

"Fuck me," she panted, her voice cracking. "I need to feel you inside me."

With a chuckle, Jason stood his arousal evident in his straining pants. He reached for his belt, and with one swift movement, had them unbuckled and the zipper down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and he stepped closer to her. He was not going to allow her to take those words back. He was going to escalate it further.

"Jason!!" Samantha said, watching the energy with which he was coming towards her, but Jason was not going to allow her to protest. He grabbed her like some starved animal, kissing her deel before finally letting her go and gazing deep into her eyes.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you like you’re my little slut?"

The words stung, but she knew it was part of the game. Seeing that crazed look something told her to say no, but again, her body responded before her mind could. She nodded, unable to speak.

"Say it," he demanded, his hand coming down to squeeze her ass. "Say it. Tell me how much you want it."

"Yes," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me. I need it, Jason."

Oh my god, what am I saying? That was all she could think of at that moment. But it was too late for her. Something was compelling her to do as she was being told. She never felt this kind of presence from any man before.

To an observer, it would have seemed like there was a power shift, but now thinking back to it... It might be a bit different. She had thought that she had the power before, but actually, she may have never had the power.

Jason grabbed her hips and spun her around, pushing her against the couch. He bent her over, her palms flat against the cool surface as he positioned himself behind her.

"You’re going to take every inch of me, and you’re going to love it," he said, his voice filled with promise. Samantha merely squirmed. Was this what he and Mia did? Was this how they liked to enjoy themselves? What was so fun about this?

With one swift thrust, he entered her, completely. Samantha cried out, her body tensing around him. He began to move, his strokes deep and punishing, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

"You like that?" he asked, his breath hot against her ear. "You like it when I take control?"

"Yes," she moaned, her voice barely recognisable. "I love it. Way too much."

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand coming down to caress her cheek. "Now, tell me how much you need it."

"I need it," she gasped. "I need you to fuck me hard." Her words were coming out despite herself at that moment, and even she had no idea why things were happening like this. But she was going with the flow and right then she was experiencing worlds of pleasure she had never experienced before.

And fuck her he did, his hips pounding into hers, his grip on her tightening. She could feel the desk shake with the force of his movements, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room.

"Jason~~!! Oh God~~!!" she moaned, her body tightening around him.

"That’s it," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble. "Come for me."

And she did, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. But Jason wasn’t finished. He continued to pump into his climax building.

"You’re mine," he murmured, his voice a dark whisper. "You’re mine to fuck whenever and however I want."

The words sent a thrill through her, and she felt her body respond, clenching around him, begging for more. "Yes," she breathed. "I’m yours."

With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his peak, his release spilling into her, marking her as his.