That wasn’t all, though. I was constantly dropping things and bending over, my ass in the air, to get his attention. I’d purposefully spill things like caramel sauce on my chest while Michael taught me how to make dessert. Once, at the Christmas party my parents had hosted, I’d mimed doing a blow job on a candy cane for a full half an hour, hoping that Michael would notice.
He had never seemed to even realize what was going on. I never got anywhere.
Looking back, I was glad that I didn’t. I had been a teenager, unequipped to truly handle helping Michael through his heartbreak. I had also been underage and if my parents, if anyone, had found out… there would’ve been hell to pay.
But now, things had changed. Michael was into me. He’d kissed me this morning like he’d die if he didn’t get his mouth onto mine and he’d gone right for the kill, nearly driving me right over the cliff into orgasm before he pulled back. I was older, wiser, more mature. I knew what I was getting into and I was ready.
I couldn’t let too much time go by in between our kiss and my next move. I had to press my advantage tonight.
The meal service all went well. Everyone seemed to be satisfied and the servers reported good tips. I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to jump up and down and punch the air in victory. My new menu seemed to be a success!
Now it was time for phase two of my professional plan.
Switching up the menu without telling anyone was what was known as a ‘soft opening’. A ‘hard opening’ was when a business made a big deal about opening a new store or making another big change in their service. A soft opening was where the business simply opened, or made that big change, and took a few days before announcing it.
I hadn’t wanted to announce our new menu before I actually tried it out on the customers. But now that I had proof that people liked it, we could focus on getting the word out properly. Lure in some food critics, place some strategic advertisements… all of it. We needed new bodies in the door and we couldn’t rely solely on word of mouth.
I took care of the close down, made sure all the staff left, and then went to Michael’s office.
He seemed to be looking at the numbers for the night on his computer. “It went well,” I told him, entering. “I knew it would.”
Michael looked away from the computer and leaned back in his office chair, his legs splayed. It drew his jeans tight over his crotch, and I had to struggle not to stare as lust began to filter into my brain, trickling down my body, warming me up.
“The numbers look good,” he conceded. “And we had a few more reservations tonight.”
“Everyone loved the menu. I think it’s time we moved onto the next step and got the word out that we’re back in business. You’re on top of your game again.”
“And how do you suppose we do that?” Michael asked, that teasing note back in his voice.
The man had been running a restaurant for ten years. He knew how to promote himself and his brand. This was a test, to see if I knew, if I could come up with the answer on my own.
Well, he could play the teasing game. That position he was in, leaning back, his legs splayed…
I couldn’t resist.
I walked across to him, sinking down onto his lap, swinging my leg over him so that I was straddling him. “The way I do everything: no hesitation.”
Then I kissed him.
Michael pulled back quickly, his hands at my shoulders. “Stevie. We shouldn’t do this.”
“Why not?” I tilted my head, pouting at him.
Michael swallowed audibly. “We - we shouldn’t,” he repeated, but his gaze was trailing down my body and his hands were sliding down my arms.
“Do you want me?” I asked. I rolled my hips a little and shivered as I felt him growing hard beneath me.
Michael growled. “You’re playing with fire, here.”
“I know how to not get burned,” I shot back. I kept rocking my hips, not letting up. God, he was so thick underneath me, I could only imagine his size. I wanted that inside of me - more than anything. “I want you so badly, I’ve wanted you for ages…please…”
I yanked off my jacket, and then my shirt, exposing myself, leaving just my bra on. I’d worn a lacy bralette today, leaving not much to the imagination. I could feel goosebumps on my skin as it was exposed to the cold air, my nipples getting hard. I shivered.
“You said earlier that I was a dirty, naughty girl, and you’re right.” I grabbed his hand as Michael stared, like he’d been in the desert for weeks and I was offering him water but unsure if he could actually drink it. “I want you to do such awful things to me, such bad things, until I’m screaming for you…”
I put his hand on my chest, right between my breasts. “Please touch me,” I begged him. “Please, I’ve been touching myself at night thinking about you, about you leaving bruises on my skin, about you making me beg for your cock…”
Michael let out a groan. His hand slid to my breast, massaging gently, and I gasped. “Yes, yes, like that, please…”
The last of Michael’s control snapped and he lunged for me, reaching around to undo my bra, burying his face in my breasts. I moaned as he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking, fluttering his tongue around it, then tugging on it lightly with his teeth. I squirmed in his lap, feeling him getting harder beneath me, his cock swelling and pressing up against my folds. My underwear was so wet, clinging to me, and as Michael began to roll his hips up into me the friction was almost too intense, almost too much.
I couldn’t stop the sounds that were pouring out of me as Michael switched from one breast to another, toying with me. His hand came up to pinch my nipple and I squealed in exquisite pleasure-pain.
“You’re so desperate already, look at you.” Michael helped me out as I frantically clawed at his clothes, yanking his shirt open and sliding my hands up his firm chest. He was so big, so broad, it made me feel deliciously small and delicate.
Of course I was desperate—I’d never done this before. I only had years of desire and fantasizing to lean on. I wanted to sleep with him so badly, to finally be with the man I’d dreamed of for longer than I could keep track.
Not to mention the restaurant seemed like the perfect setting. After all, Michael had given me my love of cooking. We were working together on the restaurant. A meeting of our bodies in the same place where we had a meeting of our minds, our interests? There felt like something almost fated to that.
“Please…” I begged again as Michael kissed slowly up and down my neck, his hands roaming all over my body, exploring me.
“You beg so nicely…” he purred. “Let’s see just how loud you can get.”
He picked me up without warning, making me grab onto him in surprise, and then he set me on his desk, sweeping everything out of the way. As he undid my pants he kissed me deeply, his tongue sliding in and out like he was fucking my mouth, and it was all I could do to hold onto his shoulders as he stripped me of the last of my clothing and left me bare and flushed and slick.
Michael undid his own pants, and I thought he was going to fuck me—my mouth watered—but instead I only got a quick glimpse of his thick, hard cock before he spread my legs wider and pushed me down onto the desk, his fingers teasing, dancing up and down my inner thighs.
I felt like I was on fire. He would get close to where I wanted him, lightly tracing up and down my folds, and then slide away again. He kept kissing my neck and my jaw, scraping his teeth along the skin, driving me crazy.
“Please—please don’t tease,” I begged. It was like there was a coil inside of me wound so tightly I was going to explode. “Michael, please…”
“I don’t know if you’re loud enough for me yet,” Michael mused. His thumb lightly circled my clit and I yelped as pleasure sparked in me like a shooting star, before he moved his hand away again. “Let’s see just how desperate you can get.”
He was so commanding, so in control, enjoying taking me apart just as I’d hoped he would. It was like my dirtiest
fantasies come to life, completely at his mercy as he kept teasing me, touching me only enough to drive me crazier. Little oh, oh, oh’s of need were escaping me each time he passed his fingers over my clit, each time touching me just a little more firmly, a little longer, until I was writhing underneath him.
The whole time he kept talking to me, soothing me, telling me how pretty I was like this, how gorgeous I was, how good I was being for him. I could barely stand it anymore - Michael’s hand was dripping with how wet I was, and my throat felt dry and hoarse from the noises I was making.
I was babbling, begging him, and at last - at last Michael slid a finger into me, just a little bit, one more tease. I clenched around it, sobbing, wanting to feel full, to feel stretched, to have more…
Michael worked his finger deeper and deeper into me, curling it, until he pulled out completely and I thought I might actually cry from the loss.
And then - two fingers, sliding all the way into me, in and out and rubbing in just the right spot. I jerked my hips, screaming, my legs shaking, so close to coming…
Michael pulled his fingers out again and I sobbed in loss. “Please, please, please…
Michael please…oh my God PLEEEEASE…”
I was so close to the edge, reduced to nothing but putty in his hands. Michael gave me a swift, reassuring kiss, and then, then I felt his cock nudging at my entrance.
Oh my fucking God, it was so thick. My mouth watered all over again at the thought of that inside me, of maybe getting to suck his cock later on… Michael pressed in, and in, and for a moment I felt a strange panic that it wouldn’t fit, that it couldn’t possibly, but then he was sliding all the way in and his hips were flush against mine and I collapsed against his desk, moaning.
Michael braced his hands on the desk and gave a few short, sharp little thrusts, again, again, oh my God, oh my God it felt so good, I was so…so close oh…oh, oh, oh—
The world went white as I shuddered and came.
9
Michael
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this fucking turned on.
Stevie was perfect, begging and arching under my touch, so responsive… but almost too responsive. She gasped not only in pleasure but in surprise. A suspicion started to form in my mind, and the moment that I slid my cock into her, I knew.
I could feel it, the way her body resisted instinctively even as she begged for me, and then gave way, the over-sensitivity, all of it… she hadn’t done this before. Studious, serious Stevie with her determination and her workaholic attitude, of course she had other things on her mind.
That should’ve made me stop. I know it should have. But it was just so goddamn hot! I was so turned on already, and knowing that I was her first, the only person who’d made her feel like this, had gotten to see her this desperate and wanton, it made me want to just fuck into her hard and fast as I could with everything I had. It made me nearly come on the damn spot.
And besides, I wasn’t going to be that jerk that just pulled out and called a halt to it all, not when she was literally begging me to fuck her and I wanted oh, oh holy fuck I wanted to with everything in me.
Maybe it was wrong but I kept going.
I had never thought of Stevie like this before, and now all that I wanted from her was hitting me in a rush, so many desires and fantasies that I couldn’t keep up. I just had to have her.
And Stevie was tugging me in, scattering kisses all over my neck and face, whimpering, begging me…
How could I possibly say no?
I rolled my hips, testing her as she came down from her high. I’d teased her, pushed her to the brink, and I wanted to give her a moment before I pushed her too far.
“Fuck me,” Stevie begged, her voice strung-out and breathless. “Fuck me, please, Michael, fuck me…FUCK MEEEE…”
Jesus Christ. She was so goddamn hot like this. It felt like my blood was on fire, like I was seeing through a haze of pleasure. I couldn’t even think anymore. I thrust into her again, and again, as Stevie encouraged me, urged me on, harder and harder until she was screaming my name.
A purr of satisfaction rumbled up in my chest. I was drunk on her cries, on the hot slick feel of her clenching around me, on making her feel this good. She was clinging to me, clawing at me, leaving marks on my skin that I hoped would stay even as I bit and sucked my own marks into her.
Before I could lose myself completely, I pulled out of her. “Turn over,” I growled, my voice hardly recognizable, even to myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this far gone, feeling this possessive and wrecked over someone.
Stevie shivered, turning over for me and bending over the desk. I slid back into her and groaned, my forehead falling forward onto her shoulder. At this angle I could get into deeper into her, fuck her harder, and I could wrap my arm around to finger her, rubbing at her clit, bringing her up to the top of the mountain again.
Her hands dug into the edge of the desk, hanging on for dear life as she moaned my name, begging me yes, harder, there, yes, yes, yes, setting my blood on fire. I bit down on her shoulder, touching her relentlessly, until Stevie let out a helpless scream and came wildly, going beautifully tight, making my eyes roll back into my head.
I shoved myself into her, grunting, fingers slipping on her sweat-slick skin, coming with a shudder.
Holy shit. I hadn’t come that hard in…Jesus fuck. My brain was fuzzy, like it was filled with cotton candy. We lay there for a second, catching our breaths, and I let my heart rate get down to something where I thought I might not actually die from how good I felt.
As our breathing slowed, I slid out of Stevie and she turned over, and I could see her flushed, relaxed, sated face. She looked like she was still floating, still partly in ecstasy, and I felt a rush of pride that I made her feel like this.
And then, it really hit me. What had I done!
Shit.
Steve was…she’s my employee, the best friend of my daughter, she’s twenty years younger than I am. What the fuck was I thinking? How could I have done this?
I yanked my shirt back on and tucked myself into my pants, zipping up. Dammit, dammit, God dammit, fuck… “That can’t happen again.”
She was a virgin, she had never done this before and I just fucked her like an animal, how could I have done that?
“What?” Stevie looked at me, confused and hurt. “What do you mean?”
Her disappointment was plain in her voice, but I knew that this was just her first-time having sex, messing with her head. She didn’t really want me. I was a fuck up, a has-been, and I wasn’t what was good for her.
“This was completely inappropriate,” I pointed out.
Stevie grabbed her clothes with shaking hands. “I—but—”
“You’re my employee, Stevie. That should never have happened. It was a mistake.”
Stevie looked crushed. “Right. A mistake. Exactly what every fucking girl wants to hear.”
She quickly gathered her things and hurried out.
Goddammit.
I felt like a complete asshole.
Fuck, I hadn’t felt this shitty since… since I couldn’t remember. It wasn’t just the general shittiness of when Virginia had left me. That had been betrayal and abandonment. That had hurt.
This felt like my fault.
This felt like I had caused it, like I was the asshole, and that was a whole other flavor of stinking… well. It was a fucking mess, and I didn’t know how to fix it.
What else could I do? I closed up the restaurant and headed home.
How did this get so fucked up? How did this mess even start? I should’ve kept a professional distance from Stevie. I wanted her, still wanted her even after that one time, it wasn’t enough, God, never enough. I’d had her on my desk but I wanted to turn her over and fuck her from behind. I wanted to get her on her knees and feed her my aching cock until she was gagging on it. I wanted to tie her up and touch her, tease her, until she was covered in sweat and co
uldn’t even speak to beg me to let her come.
She was like a drug, and holy shit was I addicted. One hit was all it took, like pure damn heroine.
But I never should’ve taken that hit. I never should’ve even kissed her. Stevie was a determined woman but I should’ve known better than to let her have her way in this. She was young, she thought she knew what she wanted, but me? Really? She couldn’t really be happy with me.
And fuck, I’d taken her virginity. Her first sexual experience and it had been with the father of her best friend, how fucked up was that? I felt like a complete scoundrel, a cad, the kind of man that I’d always looked down on.
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, staring out into the darkness, only minutes from home. Maybe… maybe it would be best to just sell the restaurant and find a job working for someone else. Maybe in the food business or maybe going back into tech. It was clear as crystal that I wasn’t capable of making good choices anymore.
Maybe it was just time to give up hope and accept that I was a failure.
Before I made any other awful mistakes.
10
Stevie
The new menu was going well, and that was about all I could say for things going well in my life.
Okay, so that wasn’t strictly true. Professionally, things were going fine. The staff seemed to respect me and even like me, especially the other line cooks. Even if Cameron kept annoying the fuck out of me with his antics.
The asshole was always slacking off or trying to look good for his tables at the expense of the kitchen, promising them the moon, and he never stopped making these innuendos at me and trying to hit me up. As if I was just standing around and not, y’know, busy calling out orders and making food and listening to everyone around me and being the boss. I would be doing ten things at once and the idiot would be trying to talk to me. What was he, blind as well as stupid?
Business had increased. I could see that. We had steady reservations now, but… it wasn’t up to the level that I had hoped for.
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