by Tilly Pope
I’m a good girl. A smart girl. I’m not going to let my heart get in the way of my head. I’m going to avoid him and do my job so well he’ll realize he can’t replace me.
With hot cheeks, I make my way to my office with my head down. People stare at me as I go and I quickly realize I’m the only woman on the team. So are they staring at me because they know? Did he brag about sleeping with me?
No way. He’s not that kind of guy. Is he?
I’m not sure, but I don’t want to speculate, so I close my office door behind me and breathe a sigh of relief. Struggling to clear my mind, I sit down and open the work emails he’d sent. All are professional and calm.
In one he asks my opinion on a setup he was trying to complete.
Another, he sent a blank graph and instructions for me to give my best idea on a sound stage.
The third states I need to meet him in his office at noon for a meeting. So much for avoiding him. Crap. I bite down on my lip, my heart pounding in my chest as I think about meeting him in his office at noon. With the door closed. With those sexy green eyes on me and those hands that know exactly what to do to make my whole body turn to putty.
I refuse to think about it further and print up the other sets of instruction. Tackling the opinion piece first, I suggest changes I’d make and things I love about it. Losing myself to the elegant beauty of the plans, I can’t help but be excited. I didn’t think I’d like this job, but more and more I’m finding the challenge real, relatable, and liking my boss helps me want to make things easier and better for him. It’s a different kind of challenge and I’m loving every second of it.
I scan the final and send it back to him and look over the blank with the instructions. This one is harder and I lose myself in ideas. Discarding one after another, I realize he’s there in the back of my mind, touching me, teasing me, fucking me hard and fast and dirty.
Shoving the thoughts aside, I stare at the sheet until the instructions blur together.
Then a brilliant idea hits me and I begin to sketch it out.
When I come up for air, I glance at the clock, a sudden burst of panic filling me. It’s one thirty! I’m late for our meeting.
I leap out of my seat, then grab the idea and hurry to his office, avoiding stares as the sheets flutter in my hand. With a nervous, tiny knock, I stand outside his office door. His space, all tucked away from everyone else, is lit differently. In contrast to the warm lighting we all had, his lighting was cooler, a blue hue rather than yellow. It brings down the temperature and makes me feel cooler even though I know it’s simply a trick on my brain.
“Come in.” He sounds cold as ices and I hesitate. Gathering my composure, I open the door and step inside. “Good girl,” he says as I close the door behind me and lock it. I swallow hard, goose bumps rising along my arms when he calls me a good girl.
“Great work on this.” He shows me my printed critique of his plan.
“I wasn’t too harsh?” I ask, my voice tiny.
“Never. I want you to always be candid with me.” He steps in close, so close his cologne tickles my nose. It’s something sexy and dark, woody and expensive. “About everything. So tell me why you’re late.”
I inhale. “I got carried away with this. I’m sorry.” My heart is banging so hard I’m sure he can see it at the base of my throat. But even as I fear repercussion a sudden image of him bending me over his lap and smacking my ass fills me with heat and I gulp. I hold up the sheets in my hand and he takes them. He doesn’t even look at them before tossing them on his desk.
“Unacceptable.” He pulls me close and I whimper, melting in his arms. “When I say noon, I mean noon.”
“It won’t happen again, sir.” Excitement and fear tingle through me.
“Damn right it won’t.” He sits on the couch and pulls me across his lap. I don’t resist him. Just him touching me makes me wet. His hands slide my tight skirt up and I whimper. The sound of him smacking my ass, over and over echoes in the office and he rubs my stinging backside as I quiver and shake. My thong is soaked. My pussy throbbing for him.
“I’m sorry…daddy.” My heart thunders in my chest and he lets me go.
With red, shameful cheeks and excitement pumping through me, I stand and work my skirt back into place. I want him to fuck me, right here, right now on his couch. But in my mind, I know better. I can’t let this happen again. I need to top lusting after him.
“It won’t happen again,” he says, the odd echo of my thoughts making me glance at him. He seems to read my confusion and clarifies. “You being late to meetings.”
I nod. “It won’t happen again.” My butt is on fire, pulsing in time with my heartbeat and my pussy aches, I want him so bad, I can taste it.
He slides his zipper down and pulls out his beautiful cock. He strokes it, gently. I stare at it, my mouth watering. “I’m ready for you,” he says, still stroking himself.
I want to drop to my knees and inch to him. I want to take him in my mouth and suck him until he explodes in my mouth right here, right in his office at work.
At work! He’s my boss! I need to stop this! I can’t have both, I can’t have this job and this relationship with my boss. I need to choose one.
“I want it,” I whisper.
“So come get it.” He jerks his head, motioning me closer to him, but I take a step back. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t do this. I don’t want to wonder if I keep my job because I please the boss. I don’t want to wonder if it’s my skill and intelligence or my sucking and riding abilities that land me promotions.
“Be a good girl,” he whispers, stroking his cock slowly, sensually, and I ease closer. Dropping to my knees, I take him in my mouth and draw him deep. His hands gather my hair and he groans, pushing up into my mouth while holding my head with one hand. “It feels so good.”
I take him deep in my throat and begin to rise and lower on him, taking him as deeply as I can before backing off and sucking him again. The thought of swallowing his come excites me. “Good girl, take it all.” He holds my head and slams into my mouth, almost gagging me, but I open my throat more to take him in. His legs tremble and I think he’s about to come. I suck harder, swirling my tongue around the salty tip, then take him in deep. Teasing and sucking until he lets out a growl and erupts in my mouth.
I release him inch by inch, sucking every last drop out of him before letting him go. The glassy, satisfied look in his eyes brings me back to earth. I just sucked off my boss in his office.
With trembling fingers, I try to straighten up before slipping out of his office and heading back to mine. Behind my desk, I tremble and shake and accomplish nothing else until 5pm. What am I going to do? I can’t seem to control myself around him. I want him so damn bad! And I like him. I love the way he makes me feel, the dirty words out of his mouth, the glazed look in his eyes after I pleasure him.
I head home, stressing the whole way. What am I going to do? If I can’t control myself where he’s concerned, what can I do?
Once I get home, I change into pj’s and sit on the floor, staring at my laptop.
I have to find a new job.
8
Michael
After she swallowed me, I couldn’t get her out of my head. And I have to see her tonight. No, I need to see her.
I fucking crave her. She’s more addictive than any drug, more intoxicating than any alcohol and I fucking need her.
On the way to her place, I stop for a bottle of Don Julio 1942 and flowers. Not roses because she doesn’t seem like a roses kind of woman. No, I pick out a beautiful lily and daffodil mixture that brightens the place up just like her smile brightens up my life.
I’ve got it bad for this woman. I know that. And I plan to keep this fling between us going until I’ve had my fill of her. Whatever else happens will happen, I need to see how far we can take this because I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.
The limo speeds over to her place. I’m glad my driver knows where
she lives. I need to see her now. When Marc finally parks, I race to the elevator. The wait for the damn thing is torture and I try to figure out why I’m in such a hurry.
It’s not just the sex. It’s something about her. She’s under my skin. Sure, the sex is fucking amazing, but I actually want to spend time with her. I want to hear her talk about boring-ass topics that would usually put me to sleep but that come alive when she talks about them. I want to listen to her smart thoughts, her smart mouth, her sweet voice.
The elevator door finally opens and I get in and press the button to her floor.
After a few seconds, the door opens and I hesitate, hoping this isn’t a mistake. When I’m finally headed toward her apartment, relief floods through me as I knock at her door.
A moment ticks by. Then another. No answer. I knock again.
She pulls the door open, her eyes red-rimmed and her nose so pink I know she’s been crying. A cute little pair of loose shorty short pink pj’s with blue stars on them show off her sexy legs and I know she’s not wearing a bra under her pink shirt with one big star on the chest. Heat fills me as I try to look at anything other than her to keep from jumping her bones right here in the doorway. I offer her the alcohol and flowers.
“Can I come in, please?”
Her face goes red as a beet. She seems to hesitate for a second, then sighs and swings the door open wide. I step in and close and lock it behind me. Her shoulders droop as she walks away and I know she’s embarrassed at the way she lives. But I don’t give a shit about her furniture. I do, however, stare at her tight ass as she moves.
I set the flowers on the kitchen counter and the Tequila alongside it before turning and pulling her into a tight hug. “Everything will be okay. It’s okay,” I say as she dissolves into tears. I’m not sure what I’m comforting her about, but she needs comfort and I’m giving it.
And I mean it; everything will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.
She inhales, her back arching into me and sudden, primal heat fills me and I back her up against the wall and lift her up. Her shorts are no match for me as I hook a finger in them and pull them aside.
She gasps as I free myself and thrust up into her. “Oh, Michael,” she says, breathlessly.
“Fuck.” I growl the word and she tightens around me, hot, wet, so damn slick I could easily pull it out and shove it in her ass without a problem. And I seriously consider doing just that for a moment. I want all of her. Everything she’s willing to give.
I fuck her hard against the wall and I can see down the scoop neck of her shirt. Her perfect tits bounce beautifully, her hard nipples rubbing the soft fabric in a way that drives me mad.
“You’re so fucking sexy, damn it.” I nip at her chin and she shivers. “I can’t get enough of you.” I slide in and out of her like a well-oiled piston, her body working with me as her eyes glaze over.
Supporting her weight, I love the way her thighs clamp onto my hips, the way the wall braces her perfectly for me to fuck her. “You’re mine,” I growl and she whimpers, her walls tightening around me. I bite down to stop myself from coming. I want to draw this out. Make it last a bit longer. She shudders, her body relaxing. I slide out of her and walk her to the counter in the kitchen. Turning her to face the wall, I pull her shorts off and toss them to the side. I lean her forward and line up with her sexy ass, then adjust lower and slide into her slick pussy.
Wrapping my fist around my trembling, wet cock, I slide into her and she moans, pushing her ass back to me. I push into her over and over and over, my cock demanding more and more. The slapping, wet sounds of sex fill my ears and her charm overwhelms my senses. My balls draw up tight to my body as she lets out a low, thin howl and her body grips me so tight my eyes almost cross.
“I’m coming!” She bucks her hips back against me and screams. I explode with her, my fingertips digging into her hips so hard I worry I’ll leave bruises.
We both hover there a moment, coming down from the high of fucking and I slip out of her. “Damn, baby girl. I can’t get enough of you.” I say to her.
She reaches out and grabs the bottle of Tequila and two glasses. Still naked from the waist down, she opens it and pours a shot and hands me one. I throw the alcohol back. Smooth. Good choice.
I smack her ass, and she yelps. Then I slip my fingers inside her, loving the way she feels.
She grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to her lips. Her eyes lock on mine as she opens wide, takes my fingers that are covered in our juices into her mouth and suck them clean.
Fuck. I think I just fell in love.
Her eyes drop to my cock and she arches an eyebrow with an evil little smile and throws back the Tequila. But there’s something I need to tell her and I need to tell her now.
“I’m in love with you.”
Her lips part and her eyes widen with shock. She searches my face as if seeking the answers and I try to open up and tell her how I really feel. All of it.
“I want you to move in with me.” I reach into my pocket. “And before you think it’s the sex making me talk this way, I made a key. I’ve thought this through.” I pull the key out of my pocket and place it on her counter.
She seems stunned into silence.
“You’ll have everything you need with me.” Every second ticking by scares me more. I hadn’t considered the possibility that she might say no, but now it seems like I should have.
“Does that mean the sex isn’t part of the decision?” she asks and I wonder how the fuck to answer that.
“Because I will want it all the time if I’m around you. Hell, I already do.” She smiles and her humor shines through.
“Fuck yes, I’m going to fuck you every day and night. Fucking say yes or no woman.”
“Yes, daddy,” she whispers. “I love you too. So much.”
Epilogue
Vicki
Six months later
I walk into his office and he glances up at me. Then he does a double take and I can’t help but smile. Obviously this smoking hot little work dress has the exact effect on him I’d hoped for.
I walk right up to his desk and he sits back in his office chair, watching me approach with a look of appreciation in his eyes.
Right in front of him, I lean in a little. His eyes wander to my cleavage and narrow.
“I guess I forgot to wear a bra. Whoops.” I arch an eyebrow at him and perch on the edge of the desk. He’s already promised to punish or reward me every time I dress up for him. And the distinction between rewards and punishments are hazy – I love everything he does to me.
Spreading my legs wide, I give him a flash up my skirt and notice his rock hard cock straining against his slacks. A shiver roll down my spine and I moan a little. I reach forward and grab his tie in my hand. Pulling him toward me, I purr, “Come here, daddy.”
He growls and kisses the inside of my thigh before sinking his teeth in. The sting makes me suck in a hissing breath and he licks the spot. His tongue tickles as he trails it up.
“Move it or I’ll tear it off you,” he says, halting at the line of my skirt. As much as I want him to tear it off, I decide I don’t want to walk out of here half naked.
He buries his face in my pussy, his tongue finding my clit without hesitation. I grab his head, holding onto him and try to control the bucking of my hips as he forms a seal around my clit and torments it with his tongue.
It’s been six months and I still want him every second of every day. We’re living together and fuck like a couple of horny teenagers. I can’t even get through a workday without needing some afternoon relief like this. I need him like I need water, air, food.
He slips a finger into me and finds my g-spot. Without mercy he rubs that spot while teasing my clit with his tongue. I can’t stay upright and lay down on his desk. The stretch of my back is all it takes for my tits to strain their way out of the top of the dress and he reaches up to roll one of my nipples between his thumb and index finger.
My eyes wa
nder to the camera watching us and pleasure screams through me. He installed them to show me how good I look while he fucks me over his desk. And since the first time seeing us I’ve been hooked. Even the thought is enough to drive me closer to the edge.
I can’t imagine my life being any better. I love my job. I’m freaking good at it. I also love my boss. He’s quickly become my best friend, my lover, and my all-around favorite person ever. We can talk work, play hard, and fuck like the world is on fire without a care in the world.
His teeth graze my clit, sending a shock of pain and pleasure though me and forcing my thoughts back to his lips and tongue on me. With a gasp I try to take a real breath as my belly tightens up so hard everything else locks up. My back arches into him, begging for more and he gives it, slipping a second finger into me and tugging my nipple almost too hard.
The world implodes and I tighten down before shuddering. Ripple after ripple of pleasure radiates through me starting in my core and working their way out to the tips of my fingers and toes. I go limp on his desk, satisfied for the moment.
He helps me sit up and I tuck back into my dress while thanking him.
But he doesn’t seem to hear me. Instead, he opens his desk drawer and pulls out something I don’t see before shoving it closed. Whatever’s concealed in his hand leaves me worried. I always shove away thoughts that things between us might end at some point, but I know it’s possible.
Maybe he’s about to hand me a key to my own place.
Maybe he’s going to tell me it’s over after that mind-blowing orgasm to ease the pain.
He’s still on his knees in front of me and he sits back a bit, bringing one up and balancing on it. With my heart thundering in my chest, I try not to cry. It’s over. I’m sure of it. How did I not even see it coming?
“I love you, Vicki,” he says, not looking at me.