by Jamie Knight
Taking up my back with my writing materials I headed out, surprised to see Simon coming toward me. He never came out into the farm as far as I could see. Tending to stay in his office during work hours. I looked around to see if anyone else had notice. It seemed unlikely since thy were all ready gone for lunch, leaving without me noticing. Mostly due to my habit of listening to instrumental music full blast while working. The exact style tending to depend on the manuscript.
“Skye, may I see you in my office, please?”
“O-okay.”
I had to brace my hand on the wall to stay upright, my legs feeling like they had turned to jelly. I didn’t think it was a ruse. That he was going to get me alone in his office and then ravage me. Not that I would have at all minded if he had.
“Take a seat.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said, without thinking.
“Sir again, hey?”
“Sorry,” I said, head hung in shame.
“It’s fine if that is how you feel. I just want to be sure. Just don’t call me Mr. Del Rey and well get along just fine.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
I felt a shiver go through me. Not of cold or fear but arousal. I didn’t know why but I loved calling him that.
“How is Secret Santa treating you?” he asked conversationally.
“Great,” I gushed, “I got really nice earrings, from Tiffany’s if all places, and some super rare perfume. It was discontinues years ago and can’t be found anywhere except online and the people who still have it seem to be well aware of that.”
“Sellers market,” Simon said, with a smile.
“Exactly. What about you? Get anything neat?”
“I did actually.”
He took a pen from the holder on his desk. I noticed for the first time that they were all fountain pens. Completely with a bottle of ink for refills set next to the holder. Deep black India ink.
“It’s pretty rare too actually. A Waterman from the late 19th century. Cool enough in itself but this particular piece was rumored to have been used by none other than William Morris to pen the drafts for News From Nowhere.”
My jaw literally dropped in astonishment. It was like a piece of literary history right there in front of me.
“And I though my lingerie was nice,” I blurted, before I could stop myself.
“Show me,” he said.
There was something in his done that was different in a god way and made want to obey him. I was also nearly certain that Simon was my Secret Santa, the pens being the clincher. They were exactly the kind of thing that would have been used to write the notes.
I started with my shoes. My jacket was already hanging on the back of my chair back in my cubicle which made things a bit easier. Still, I felt kind of like an artichoke, peeling off layer after layer. Finally, I got down to a t-shirt and my jeans. Big baggy things I’d gotten junior year to try and hide the curves of my ass. Curves Simon didn’t seem to mind at all.
My hands were shaking as I took the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up over my head in one quick move. Before I had time to think about what I was doing and possibly second guess it, I started on my pants. Getting them open and off in no time. Once it was all off, I just stood there, awkwardly before him, not sure what I should do.
“Come here,” he commanded.
So though he said the magic words, I went over to him, as though in a trance. Simon let me come up within inches of him, before stopping me with gentle hands on my hips. I came to a dead halt. Simon turned me around so he could see my ass. More of it than he ever had before.
He didn’t touch me exactly. Yes, the tip of his first two fingers brushed my skin as he ran them along the edge of the lower part that covered my ass. He then turned me around and did the same at the front, his fingertips getting inches from my pussy. Then, he went up and repeated the process around my tits. It reminded me a bit of hose I used to make sure my dog’s collar wasn’t too tight. It was then that he was making sure he had gotten the right size. He would have had to guess, with no way of knowing my size. He sized me up well, the lingerie fitting perfectly. I was touched that he cared so much. His main concern, seeing me wear it for the first time whether it fit okay, rather than more carnal matters. I was also wearing the sapphires and some perfume, so his restraint was really impressive.
“Does it feel okay?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. It feels great.”
“Good,” he said with a gentle smile.
He lay a hand gently on my belly and I let out a little gasp from the sudden contact. Not that I minded at all. His hands were even warmer and softer than I hand imagined. My gasp turned to a hum of pleased contentment.
“This okay?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“You can say no.”
“I know, sir. I like it.”
Taking my statement in the spirit I meant it, Simon stoked my belly in a way that damn near made me moan. He leaned in and kissed me tender on the neck and made me quiver with pleasure. He hadn’t even touched any major erotic zones, and I was already putty in his lovely hands.
Still stroking my belly, the kisses on my neck mixed in with licks and nibbles, Simon reached around with his free hand, putting it squarely on my ass. I flinched slightly. It was embarrassing but I couldn’t help it. Despite my euphoric state of mind, I couldn’t quite shake my all my insecurities. The one about my ass one of the longest standing.
“You okay?” he asked, stopping dead.
I let out a title cry, but it was nice to know that I could trust him. It was easy enough to say that he was going to stop, but he had proven that he would. Something that only made me want him more.
“Yes, sir. Please, don’t stop.”
He started up again, filling me with the most beautiful light, every one of my nerves rising to attention under his sure, gentle touch. My pussy was getting wetter by the second and starting to ache. I wanted so much for Simon to touch me down there. Even if it was going too fast by the standards I’d been taught. It occurred to me then that what I wanted to do when might actually be up to me.
“W-will you touch me, sir?”
I was careful to state it as a question, leaving him with the control in the situation
“I am touching you,” Simon said.
“I know, sir. I-I mean, down there.”
I indicated my pussy and while he smiled, Simon didn’t move his hand away from my belly.
“Down where?” he asked.
I didn’t know it at the time. It was a prompt. He wanted me to actually say it, using the specific words.
“My pussy, sir. I want you to touch my pussy.”
He gave a few more stokes on my belly, just to build up the anticipation that much more, before slipping his hand down into the front of my panties. Simon lightly cupped my pussy, making me gasp with pressure. Resuming what he had been doing with his mouth on my neck, he started to expertly massage my aching little pussy, while squeezing my ass at the same time. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only Simon and the sweet pleasure he was giving me. Continuing until I literally collapsed into his embrace still shaking with a massive orgasm.
He held me close and kissed my cheek until I had returned to my senses and was able to stand under my own power.
“How do you feel?” Simon asked.
“Wonderful. Thank you, sir,” I said.
I was still a bit shaky so Simon helped me get dressed, not trying to touch me again, even though he had lots of opportunities. It was then I knew he would only touch me with a view to pleasure when he knew I wanted him to. It was time to go back to work by the time I was dressed again and I didn’t want to get him in trouble. Slightly upset to be leaving but satisfied after receiving my first ever assisted orgasm, I went back to my desk. Intent to finish off the new manuscript by quitting time, so I would have a reason to go see Simon in his office again.
Chapter Thirteen - Simon
The image flashed though my mind like remembering a dream. I hadn’t seen anything in the strictest sense. At least not anything I wouldn’t have seen at the pool or the beach, Skye keeping the lingerie on at all times but what I did see was absolute intoxicating. I felt a bit mean for making her say such things so specifically. She seemed genuinely embarrassed and I could tell from the fire in her eyes what she wanted but sill, mortality demanded and I obeyed. I was also glad I took things slow. Going by the sounds she made when I touched her delicious little pussy, to mention to feeling of her delicate lips under my hand, I could tell immediately that she was still a virgin. I wanted to fuck her more than anything in the world. Guide her into the world of adult sexuality but also needed to make sure she was ready before I tried.
Still without anything editorial to do, at least not officially, I contented myself with the live feed. Watching Skye as she worked through the new manuscript. I couldn’t see the page number through the cameras but it seemed like she was making excellent progress. I wondered if maybe she was just powering though but noticed she was taking notes as she went. I also remembered her last report. How very through it had been. Skye nearly writing a book herself. If editing didn’t work out she could have a bright career as a literary critic or even an academic. I could just see it. Skye, in her office at some Ivy League institution, tweed skirt suit concealing some very sexy underwear, head lowered as she made corrections to a final draft of another book. I smiled, hopeful as well as incredibly turned on.
She was still there as the farm emptied out. The last one sitting, getting to the final chapters of the medium-sized manuscript. Even Inga was getting ready to go, and possibly lock Skye inside when I sent out.
“Skye?”
She jumped and yelped, clearly pulled out of her own little world. Whiling around to face me she visibly relaxed.
“Sorry if I startle you.”
“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t hear you,” she shouted.
I reached out and lifted one side of her headphones, a very peppy rendition of “Flight of the Valkyries” emanating from the small but mighty speaker.
“I wonder why,” I teased
She took off her headphones, blushing furiously. I put a hand on her shoulder to let her know it was alright. She flinched and I immediately pulled it away. Nope, flinching was definitely bad.
“No, it’s okay, you just surprised me,” she said, as though reading my mind.
“Are you sure?” I asked, needing to be sure.
“Yes, sir. I like it when you touch me.”
The camera’s didn’t pick up sound but I still needed to be careful. The first touch was okay, as was lifting the side of her head phones. It all just looked like a concerned editor startling then calming an ambitious under-editor, not wanting her to get locked in for the night. The brass knew me and that I did things differently and were fine with it considering my department’s profit margins. I had to be careful thought. Had I given into my urges and done what I so much wanted to do in that moment, we both would have been fired on the spot.
“Would you like a drive home?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay. Meet me at the café across the street. We’ll go from there.”
“Okay.”
By the time I left Inga was gone along with Skye. Undoing the lock from the inside, I slipped out, locking the door behind me with my master key. It was possible Sky and Inga were still on the elevator, so I took the stairs, buying even more time. It was a lot of stairs but nothing I couldn’t handle. The night watchman didn’t even look up as I walked through the lobby. His only concern was with people who were trying to get in.
Looking both ways both for traffic and potential witnesses, I dashed across the street when it was safe as it was going to get. Hoping Inga hand’t offered to by Skye a coffee. It seemed unlikely but I like to be prepared for every potentiality. An impossibility of course but I wasn’t the sort to let silly things like ‘odds’ or ‘facts’ concern me.
Skye was sitting at one of the little round tables, sipping from the smallest size cup they had. Which was still the size of a medium most places. I sat across from her and immediately took her hand.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yup.”
Getting Skye back into her coat, I led her to my car, a third hand BMW that had been my grandad’s, holding the door open for her. With the heat on full blast, Skye gave me directions to her place over the bridge. She stayed glued to the window as we crossed marveling at the sight of the bridge at night. I smiled to myself, remembering when I was still impressed with such sights. I still enjoyed them but there was nothing like the first few times.
It was an example in trick parking but though skill, focus and the help of the gods, I managed to get my car into the space left by two other residents. The BMW coming to a stop at the foot of her stoop.
“Would you like to come in?” Skye asked, shyly.
“Sure,” I replied, trying to keep casual.
Skye led the way, bundled up in her heavy coat. With me close behind, in case she happened to slip, Skye clomped up the front steps and granted me access to her humble home. It was really quite impressive really. As close to a detached house as most New Yorkers were likely to get without going upstate. It was also tastefully decorated in a way that maximized the space. I wondered how she could afford it with what the job paid but decided not to ask. Suspecting some sort of parental involvement and I still remembered well the need to at least feign independence at that age.
“Do you drink wine?” Skye asked, hanging up her coat.
“Sure.”
“I only have red but it’s the fancy kind,” she said, heading for the kitchen.
I couldn’t help but smile. She was so damn cute. Soon enough she would learn that red is almost always fine and ‘fancy’ wasn’t something most adults said when referring to the finer things. For the moment I let her roll with it, just enjoying the moment.
Hanging my coat next to hers next to the door, I followed her into the kitchen. When I got there, she’d managed to get the foil off but was having some trouble getting the twist of the corkscrew into the cork.
“Can I help?” I asked.
“Please,” she said, making room.
She handed me the bottle, the corkscrew still stuck in the top. Getting it set properly, I twisted it down into to cork and popped the bottle in a smooth movement. Fumes escaping the mouth of the bottle. I smelled the cork as well. It was indeed fancy stuff.
“Glasses?”
“Right.”
Quick as you please, Skye got down two wine glasses and I carefully filled them to half. I didn’t often indulge but when I did I like to do things nicely.
We took our glasses into the living room and settled onto the couch, a full cushion between us. Setting her glass on the coffee table, Skye reduced her number of tops down to the t-shirt again, the other layers no longer needed. Her tits looked great in her t-shirt but I did my best not to ogle. I doubted she would mind, but I was still trying to be tactful.
“How’s the new manuscript going?” I asked.
“Really good. I love the story and am almost done reading. I’ll have to buy a copy if it’s published. Should I have told you that? Is that inside information or something?”
“No, no, its fine. You were going to put it in your analysis anyway. Probably with more words and such and likely not the bit about wanting to buy but still. It’s just a bit early that’s all. It will still be up to me to publish it or not. Though no one would be surprise. We’ve handled her last three books. If anything it would just be status quo.”
“Do they ever get miffed?” Skye asked.
“Who?”
“The authors, needing to do a new submission every time. It must get pretty nerve wracking not knowing.”
“I suppose a bit. We’ve had some trouble with the newer authors, but they tend to get over it.
The older more established ones don’t seem to mind. I figure they get what we’re doing and know they’ll be fine as long as they keep up the same standard. We’ve never lost one yet nor have we had a major flop.”
“Yeah, I head, that’s really impressive.”
“What else did you hear?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Not much. Just that you do things a bit differently but have never lost the company money. Also, you’re a bit mysterious. I mean, I can see why, you stay in your office most of the time and don’t even have a picture on your company profile.”
I honestly could have laughed. I’d been called a lot of things but never mysterious. At least not to my face.
“Anything else?”
“Like what?” Skye asked.
“Like my proclivities in certain areas?”
“No,” she said blushing.
“But you know right? You know I’m a dom into power exchange. Bondage, spanking all that stuff.”
“I-I guessed.”
“And yet you let me in.”
“Of course, it’s not like you’re a vampire and I - ”
She looked down before she could finish. Clearly ashamed of what she was about to say but I wanted to her it.
“And what?” I pressed.
“I like it,” she whispered.
“Again,” I said, making her look at me, so I could read her eyes.
“I like it, sir.”
She took my thumb in her mouth and started to gently suck on it. Her beautiful, hopeful eyes on mine. I should have slapped her for not asking permission but it would have been like kicking a puppy. She was so earnest and trying to prove her self I decided to let it go.