by Jamie Knight
“You’re lying.”
He leaned in closer, and his warm breath brushed against the shell of my ear.
“Don’t worry. There are no cameras in the restroom stalls, or in the restrooms. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Then how do you know what I’m doing in there?” I asked, my voice a strained whisper.
“Not every employee disappears into the restroom about the same time every day, looking stressed, and then reappears with flushed cheeks and a new go-get-’em attitude.”
I looked at Kane with wide eyes and he shrugged.
“I’ve been keeping a close eye on you, Miss Peterson. When I heard you were coming here with that asshole, I made it my business to be here, too. I wasn’t about to let him get anywhere near you. He’s lucky I didn’t break every bone in his body. I’m sorry he got as far as he did. I arrived later than I’d planned.”
I was unsure about how to respond to that information, but what I did know was that I needed to quit my job and move to another country. Another planet would be preferable.
“I’ll hand in my resignation on Monday, Sir.”
I pushed off the barstool and stood.
“I guess I’ll go home and hide for the rest of my life. It was nice meeting you. I didn’t mean to be so unprofessional about… well, about everything.”
“Again, with the Sir, Reese?”
The husky depth of his words surprised me, and I froze at the use of my first name.
“Only certain people get to call me Sir and for a good reason.”
He leaned back in his barstool, took a swig of his drink and eyed me appreciatively.
“What if I said I wanted you to finger fuck yourself right now?”
“Excuse me?”
I glanced around the still-packed gallery, hoping no one had heard Kane’s salacious words.
“What did you say?”
His chocolate eyes bore into me. His face was totally calm.
“I want you to go to the restroom and flick your fingers over your hard clit. The way you do when you’re supposed to be working for me.”
His voice, so low, growled over each and every word of his order.
I looked at him and my body started trembling again.
Was he serious?
Excitement dampened my panties. When Simon had propositioned me, it was sleazy and gave me the heebie-jeebies, but Kane propositioning me was sexy and alluring.
“You want me to do what?” I said, pretending to be scandalized.
I even brought a hand up to my chest.
Kane’s eyes followed my hand and he let them roam over my ample cleavage.
“I know you heard me loud and clear, but if you want me to spell it out for you even more, I will. Go into the restroom, hike up your dress, pull down your panties and push those fingers of yours inside your pussy.”
“I can’t do that. Not here…”
I needed to leave, to go home and pretend that this night had never happened, but concrete must have encased my feet because when I tried to move, I couldn’t.
“Reese.”
The authoritative way he said my name left nothing up for discussion. And, fuck it, why not? I was so darn horny and getting hornier by the second.
What harm would it do?
An orgasm or two would be more than welcome right now, if only to help alleviate some of the stress twisting my insides.
It wasn’t like I was shy about my body or that I didn’t enjoy getting myself off— I loved, loved, loved it— but I’d never pleasured myself on anyone’s command before. Something inside me was starting to like the idea.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting,” Kane said, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp, white shirt.
Doing what he asked would be a game changer at work, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I met his gaze and waited for a few beats before speaking.
“What happens if I don’t do what you want?” I finally asked.
He shrugged.
“Nothing. We both go on with our lives. You clock in and clock out as usual.”
“And if I do?”
“That would be telling.”
The dark expression in his eyes showed me that if I didn’t do what he asked, I’d miss out on that adventure of a lifetime.
I nodded slowly and blew out a shaky breath.
“Okay.”
He gave me a self-satisfied smile. The beautiful bastard knew all along that I wouldn’t refuse him. From here on out, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to refuse Kane McKenzie anything he asked of me.
“Good girl.”
He stood and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ears, and I shivered in response.
“Let’s go.”
My entire body stiffened.
“You’re coming with me? Are you serious?”
He put a hundred-dollar bill into the bartender’s tip drawer and downed the last of his whiskey.
“Extremely. I’m going to watch and relish every second. From now on, every time you sneak into the restroom, I’ll be able to picture exactly what you’re doing when I jerk off at my desk. And from now on when we’re alone— and only when we’re alone— call me Sir.”
“What?”
I blinked in disbelief.
Did my boss just tell me he would blow his load in his office while thinking about me fingering myself in the restroom?
This day kept getting weirder and weirder, or was it getting better and better?
To appear more confident than I was, I rolled my shoulders back and held my head up high.
“Fine,” I said, “let’s go.”
Chapter Four - Reese
Besides the attendant, the restroom was empty. Kane slipped something into her hand and asked her to disappear for twenty minutes. I wouldn’t need twenty minutes. In my current state, I’d need less than two.
After the attendant had left, Kane locked the door and pressed his back against it. I looked around.
The bathroom in the gallery wasn’t big, but it was nice. Three stalls faced a long marble countertop that was decorated with fresh flowers in glass vases. Clean mirrors stretched above the sinks, topped with rows of circular lights.
My flushed reflection looked back at me from one of the mirrors. This almost felt like a dream.
I stood there, unsure of what to do or what to say. A voice inside my head told me to go home and forget that tonight had ever happened, but I was too curious and way too horny to walk away.
I turned back towards Kane. He crossed his arms and widened his stance. I glanced down at his crotch.
Oh, my.
The bulge I saw there was significant, and my mouth watered along with my pussy.
He cleared his throat, and I glanced up, meeting his eyes.
“You think you’re ready for me? Think you can take my cock?”
He raised an eyebrow. There was a challenge in his words, as if he didn’t believe I’d go through with his request.
Instead of answering, I bit the inside of my cheek. Would he think me slutty if I said, God, yes, more than ready? I want to suck you down and have you fuck me every and anyway you want.
I wasn’t promiscuous; my shitty luck had seen to that, but he only had to ask, and I’d bend over and grasp my ankles.
“You want it bad, don’t you? You want me to rip off your panties and fuck you against the sink.” He reached down and cupped his dick through his pants. “You want this in your pussy, your ass, and your mouth, don’t you?”
His words were dirty and rough, leaving me lightheaded, and I couldn’t seem to form words.
The reality of the situation didn’t escape me. I was in a restroom, about to finger fuck myself at my boss’s request. A man I’d met for the first time ten minutes ago.
“Tell me what you think about when you finger yourself, Reese,” Kane ordered.
Now wasn’t the time to play shy or coy. Now was the tim
e to voice my desires. To maybe fulfill some of the fantasies that continually looped around my brain. And if Kane McKenzie wanted to give me what I wanted, I wouldn’t say no, but before I opened up to him, I needed him to know that this was a first for me.
“I’ve never— I’ve never done anything like this before in front of anyone. I want you to know that.”
I looked up at him with pleading eyes. I couldn’t even understand why, but I needed him to believe me.
His eyes were hard and his face was impassive.
“That’s not what I asked. Your past is no concern of mine. I asked you to tell me what you think about.”
Nervously, I ran a hand through my long hair. “I, um, imagine being tied up and helpless…”
“Go on.”
He raised an eyebrow again and nodded.
“Having my nipples clamped and tortured.”
As if they had their own will, my hands ran up my body, to my breasts, and cupped them through my dress.
Kane’s eyes focused on the cleavage I was squeezing under my hands.
“Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy,” he commanded me. “What makes you explode? What pushes you over the edge?”
“I can’t.”
There was no way could I tell him about my depraved fantasies.
“Tell me.”
The tone of his voice demanded I give him an answer.
I stared at the floor, at the ceiling and then at the walls, anywhere but at him. Flames of embarrassment rushed through my body and I could feel my nipples harden under the cloth of my dress.
If I told him, perhaps one day he’d give me what I desired. He’d fulfill the one fantasy that always— always— sent me tumbling.
“I sometimes imagine being fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time and squirting when I orgasm. But I don’t actually want to have sex with two men at once. I’m a one-man kind of girl. But maybe one man and a toy? I guess I just like imagining the dual sensation.”
He gave me an amused smile.
“Keep talking.”
I gulped down a huge breath.
“I, um, like watching porn videos. The BDSM ones are my favorites. When I go to the restroom at work, that’s what I think about. I’ve always dreamed about the release that squirting would give me, but I don’t know how that happens, exactly.”
I gave a wistful sigh.
“It looks heavenly.”
He prowled forward, and when he reached me, he ran his fingers through my hair and down my back. His touch shot electrical currents along my nerve endings.
“You’re not very experienced are you, pet?” he asked, whispering in my ear.
“That’s none of your business. You said my past is no concern of yours.”
“Your past, no; your experience, yes.”
His fingers ran over my hips.
“I don’t want to push you any further than what you’re ready for. If I’m going to own you, I have to understand everything about you.”
“Own?”
I huffed out a laugh.
“I’m not some kind of pet.”
He gave my hair a harsh tug, and I moaned at the slight pain.
“Oh, but you are. You’re my pet.”
He lowered his mouth, but he didn’t kiss me. He merely pressed his lips against mine. Currents of lust washed through me, and I wanted more, more, more. I wanted everything he could give.
The nearness and hardness of his body left me a gibbering, pulsating wreck. I whimpered and shuddered, and my breaths came in heaving, shallow pants.
Unable to withstand the waiting any longer, I flicked my tongue over the seam of his lips. And then, he devoured me in a frenzied and soul-owning kiss.
His hands touched, groped and massaged me everywhere. My ass. My pussy. My tits. He was both gentle and demanding. Rough but tender.
Arousal dripped from between my legs and trickled down my inner thighs. No one had ever turned me on this much. Heck, I’d never turned myself on this much.
My knees weakened, and I flung my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His cock jutted into my stomach, letting me know what was waiting for me. It felt rock hard and so so long.
Our whiskey-laced kiss deepened, and our tongues probed each other’s mouths with desperate, reckless strokes.
I tunneled my fingers through his hair. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, and I didn’t care about the consequences. If he wanted to own me, he had me.
Breathless, I broke away and stepped back.
“Too much for you?” he asked, advancing toward me.
With every step he took, I took a step back, until my butt hit the vanity.
I gave my head a vehement shake.
“No, not too much. If anything, it’s not enough. This is so intense. I feel like I’m about to pass out.”
He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me until I sat on the marble counter top. The hunger in his eyes told me that it wasn’t enough for him, either.
He wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Pulling the flower vases to the side, he lowered me down to my back with my knees up in the air. “Pull up your dress and take off your panties. Spread your legs and anchor your toes over the edge of the counter. Open yourself up and show me your pussy. I need to see if it’s everything I’ve imagined.”
His rough-edged words rippled through me, and I almost came from the deep vibrations of his voice. Doing what he’d asked, I shimmied up my dress, hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my red panties and shoved them down my legs.
He reached out and took my panties. Once he had them in his hands, he sniffed them and then shoved them into his pocket.
“Do you have any idea what I want with these?”
I shook my head.
“Tell me, Sir.”
“Good girl, you’re already learning. I plan to hold them in my hand while I pump my cock until I explode. On Monday, I’ll bring them to the office, and I expect you to wear them with my dry cum coating them.”
An involuntary moan sounded in the back of my throat.
Jesus.
Wearing panties covered in Kane’s dry cum was the dirtiest, most erotic thing I’d ever been asked to do.
With my eyes locked on his, I splayed my fingers and rubbed them over my mound. My middle finger dipped inside my hot pussy and spread my folds for him to see all of me, and my hips gyrated in a salacious rhythm.
“Let me see your tits.”
With my free hand, I reached up and then pulled down the top of my dress and bra. The wire in my bra pushed my breasts together, and my thrust-out nipples were already rock hard. My necklace dangled between my cleavage and the cool metal felt good brushing against my newly exposed skin.
He didn’t reach out to touch me like I’d expected him to do. Instead, he crossed his arms again and leaned back ever so slightly back.
“Now show me how you make yourself come,” he ordered.
I was slightly disappointed he didn’t grab my breasts. They were big— more than a handful with large pink nipples— and I’d always suspected that with the right treatment, I could come just from having my nipples played with.
My lips parted, and I leaned my head back against the mirror. My breasts were heavy and swollen and, using the edge of my thumbnail, I flicked my nipples back and forth. While I did it, currents of desire raced straight to my clit and my breath kicked up several notches.
The downright dirtiness of being locked in a restroom with a man I barely knew, a man who was my boss, was the biggest aphrodisiac I’d ever had.
“That’s it,” Kane grunted.
His eyes following every move I made.
“Play with your gorgeous fucking tits.”
On a growl, he reached down and rubbed his hand over his bulging crotch.
“Take yourself out for me, Sir,” I begged. “Let me see your cock. Let me see how hard being here with me makes you.�
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He gave me a teasing smile.
“Dirty little thing, aren’t you? I’ve been thinking about getting myself an office pet, and I think you’re going to be the perfect fit.”
I wanted him to sink into my pussy, my ass, between my tits, and in my mouth. I wanted him to do all the things I’d watched online.
I wanted him to stretch every part of me wide until I was begging him to stop. But he wouldn’t stop because a man like him would do what he damn well pleased, when he wanted and how he wanted.
“Usually, I’d make you work for this, but since you’ve asked so nicely…”
Reaching down, he unzipped his trousers but didn’t bother to unbutton them. He took his magnificently thick cock out through the open fly, and my pussy muscles clenched and wept with desire.
So that’s what a real man looked like— huge, wide, and smooth. He must have been ten or eleven inches long and maybe two inches wide.
Tingles overtook my body, and the need for release overwhelmed me. I wanted to come on my fingers. To experience the sweet, sweet release of my orgasm.
I’d never revealed my fantasies to anyone before. No one but me knew what I had to do to get myself off. My self-touch was rough and hard— the harder, the better— and for the first time ever, I would share with someone how unforgiving it was.
When people looked at me, they saw the goody-two-shoes persona I presented to the world— a little miss people pleaser. They had no clue what lay beneath. They had no clue about my wicked needs, wants, and desires. They would be shocked if they did.
I gathered moisture on my fingers and brought both hands to my nipples. I loved the silky sensation of my arousal against the tight buds of my breasts.
Intently, I watched Kane’s hand. He stroked his cock roughly. It seemed he liked a harsh touch just as much as I did.
His eyes took in all of me as he pleasured his big dick with his hand: my open and wet pussy, my hard nipples my full, heavy breasts, and my mouth, which was panting with every breath.
My hips circled, thrashing up and down on my hand. My clit, desperate for my touch, was swollen and hard. I could make myself come within seconds, but maybe I’d draw it out and take the full twenty minutes Kane had asked the attendant to disappear for.