by Jamie Knight
I wondered if maybe she was just skimming through it, but then I noticed that she was taking notes as she went. I also remembered her last report. How very through it had been. Skye nearly wrote 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 cubicle 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 to lock Skye inside, when I went 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 startled you.”
“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t hear you,” she shouted.
I reached out and lifted up one side of her headphones, hearing 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. Fuck, flinching was definitely bad.
“No, it’s okay, you just surprised me,” she said, as though reading my mind.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes, sir. I like it when you touch me.”
I was glad she had made me back off, though. The cameras didn’t pick up sound but I still needed to be careful. The first touch was okay, as was lifting the side of her headphones. 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.
It might be a tad more of a personal touch than other department heads would display, but the top brass knew me, and they were fine with the fact that I did things differently, considering my department’s profit margins. I had to be careful though. 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 ride home?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
“Okay. Meet me at the café across the street. We’ll go from there.”
“Sure. I’ll be done soon.”
By the time I left, Inga was gone, so she must have let Skye out first. Undoing the lock from the inside, I slipped out as well, locking the door behind me again with my master key.
It was possible that Skye 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 might be trying to get in.
Looking both ways for traffic as well as potential witnesses, I dashed across the street when it seemed as safe as it was going to get. I was hoping that Inga hadn’t offered to buy Skye a coffee. It seemed unlikely but I liked to be prepared for every potentiality. That was an impossible goal, of course, but I wasn’t the sort to let silly things like ‘odds’ or ‘facts’ get in the way of my goal setting.
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 knew she had become familiar with this place and I doubted she wanted too much coffee this late in the evening, so she had probably known to order the small size.
I sat across from her and immediately took her hand. I felt a bolt of electricity go through me just as soon as I touched her. I loved seeing her face, with her cheeks pink from the cold, and her curves, even though they were mostly covered up by her winter jacket.
I let my imagination run wild with thoughts of what was underneath, especially now that I had seen her in her lingerie. I wanted to take off every shred of clothing she was wearing, so that I could fully see her in the nude.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes.”
After helping Skye back into her coat, I led her to my BMW, which had been a gift from my granddad, and then I held the door open for her. With the heat on full blast, Skye gave me directions to her place, which was over the bridge.
Her eyes stayed glued to the window as we crossed it, as if marvelling at the sight of the bridge at night. I smiled to myself, remembering when I was as equally impressed with such sights. I still enjoyed them but there was nothing like the first few times.
Finally, she pointed me towards her street and her apartment building. The BMW came to a stop at the foot of her stoop. From there it was an example in trick parking but through skill, focus and the help of the parallel parking gods who I seemed to be fortunate enough to have watching over and blessing me today, I managed to get my car into the space left by two other residents.
“Would you like to come in?” Skye asked, shyly.
“Sure,” I replied, trying to keep it casual.
But really my heart was beating fast and my cock was already getting hard. It wanted to be inside of Skye— there was no doubt about that.
Skye led the way to the front door of her apartment building, 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. She had Christmas decorations hung up and that gave it a particularly homey feel, with a welcoming wreath and some tinsel.
I wondered how she could afford this place with the rather paltry amount I knew the job paid her, but I decided not to ask. I was suspecting some sort of parental involvement and I still remembered well the need to at least feign independence at her 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, though, I let her roll with it, just enjoying how adorable she was.
Hanging my coat next to hers over the hook on the back of 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, with the corkscrew still stuck in the top. Getting it set properly, I twisted it down into the cork and popped it off the bottle in a smooth movement. Fumes escaped from the mouth of the bottle.
I smelled the cork as well. She was right. It was indeed fancy stuff.
“Glasses?” I asked, looking around her tidy kitchen and not seeing that she had taken any out yet.
“Right.”
Quick as you please, Skye got down two wine glasses from a cupboard above our heads and I carefully filled them to halfway. I didn’t often indulge but when I did, I liked to do things right.
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 breasts 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, which I really
think it should be. Oops. 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 it, but still. It’s just a bit early, that’s all. It will still be up to me whether to publish it or not. Though no one would be surprised. We’ve handled her last three books. If anything, it would just be following the 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 whether each one will be accepted or not.”
“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 heard, 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. I liked her bluntness.
“Did you hear anything else about me?”
“Like what?” Skye asked.
“Like my proclivities in certain areas?”
“No,” she said, blushing.
“But you know, right? You know I’m a dom who’s into power exchange. Bondage, spanking, all that stuff.”
“I… well, yeah. 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 second-guessing what she was about to say, but I wanted to hear it.
“And what?” I pressed.
“I like it,” she whispered.
“Again,” I said, making her look at me, so that I could read her eyes.
“I like it, sir.”
Right then and there, I couldn’t take it anymore. I put my thumb in her mouth as if by reflex and she started to gently suck on it, much by the same instinct, I’d imagine.
Her beautiful, hopeful eyes were on mine as her mouth worked my thumb inside it, licking and sucking. I loved how she was so earnest and trying to prove herself to me. She definitely liked my proclivities and wanted to be part of them.
“Take off your clothes,” I ordered her.
“Yes, sir. All the way?”
“Yes. I want to see your gorgeous curves completely naked.”
Skye obeyed me, pulling off her t-shirt and then taking down her jeans. She had a bit of trouble with the top part of the lingerie but managed to figure it out, bringing her magnificent breasts into view.
It was a struggle not to lunge at her and start sucking them. I needed to let her take her own time though.
There was moment’s pause before she took off the panties, but she managed. She put a modest a hand over her pussy as she got back on the couch, taking up the middle cushion, so she was right next to me. I took a last sip of wine before setting my glass down on the coffee table next to hers.
I cupped her cheek and ran my hand down her neck, over her chest and then down to her left breast. She gasped as I started to play with her. She let out a small sound of pleasure, followed by warm hums as I worked her nipple, soon getting my other hand involved, so I was working both her nipples at once, squeezing them in between my fingers and pinching them slightly, causing her gasps to get a bit louder.
I leaned in and kissed her neck, remembering how much she’d liked it when I had done it before. It was my second instance of indiscretion with her in one day. There was no telling how far it might go if I wasn’t careful.
Laying her on her back, I let my mouth follow the same path as my hand had, licking my way down her neck and over her chest. Only in that case, I kept going down between her breasts and to her belly.
Skye seemed to know where I was going and opened her legs wider for me, removing the protective hand from her pussy. I couldn’t see it yet, as I was still only to her naval, circling my tongue around her belly button, making her moan, but I could smell it. Sweet and fresh.
“Good girl,” I told her. “Bare everything for me. I want to see it all.”
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally made it down to her pussy. I paused a second, just to take it all in. Her pussy was honesty the most gloriously exquisite thing I’d ever seen.
Taking her hands into my own, I crossed them at the wrist and wrapped my left hand around them, causing them to fit easily. She was completely at my mercy. Skye let out a contented sigh, letting me know just how much she really did enjoy this.
Placing my other hand on her pelvis and pulling up very gently, gaining easier access to her clit, I lowered my head, as though to pray, and then I took my first long, lingering lick. The tone of her first sweet gasp helped my tongue flow smoothly along its path.
I gave her several more similar licks, building her gasp up to a full throated moan. When she seemed ready, I started in on her clit, using every trick I knew. I had to push down on her pelvis a bit to keep her hips from bucking as she went crazy with pleasure.
It was amazing, how good she tasted. Like that really light powdered candy that came on candy bracelets. Gently sweet with a bit of tang.
I savored every taste as I licked her to an ecstatic oblivion, her sexy young body vibrating beneath me until she nearly exploded with orgasm.
“Oh, my God, Simon, it feels so good, Sir. Don’t stop. Oh, my God. Please. Yes, Simon. Sir. Mmmm.”
I loved to watch her little pussy quiver as I tasted her juices running out into my mouth. I lapped it all up, wanting more of her, all of her. And she gave herself to me, whimpering and calling out my name as I made her cum once more.
And then I knew it was my turn. From how hard my cock was, I knew that being with Skye was everything I had imagined it would be and even more.
Chapter Fourteen - Skye
Inviting Simon in and letting him eat my pussy hadn’t been a plan. At least not consciously. Such an outcome was definitely in my mind when Simon asked if I wanted a ride home, but I wasn’t nearly arrogant enough to think he was meant he wanted to suck my clit until I came over and over again.
He was my boss and a cool guy and, sure, he had bought me lingerie and had asked me to show it to him but he might well have just been offering to take me home after a long day at work to be nice. It was just the kind of guy he was, if the rumors were anything to go by.
I really didn’t have any idea about his bedroom activities. It was shameful to admit to myself, but he didn’t fit my mental image of a dom. He seemed so nice during normal business hours. Which was exactly the point.
I guess Doms could come in all types and the media had a hell of a lot to answer for. I made a promise to myself that I would give E.L. James a talking to if I ever got the chance.
It was my choice, my desire and my question that lead us to be where we were. I wanted him to come in but would understand if he turned me down. His duty was completed after all, getting me to my door safely.
I just hoped that if he really did want me, in the way I thought he did, that he would want to come in. And that was exactly what had happened, much to my delight.
I loved the feeling of him holding my wrists. It was a form of restraint for sure. I could barely move, after all, but it didn’t feel that way.
From my perspective, it was a show of affection, like holding my hand. Had he put some cold metal handcuffs on me (I’d have just assumed that he would have a set in his pocket), I migh
t have felt differently. The way he did it, though, there was still a personal touch that helped us to connect to each other.
I honestly had no idea that my tits could feel so damn good. I knew my nipples were sensitive, having put up with them all my life, but it never occurred to me that they could be the source of such pleasure. He hadn’t even used his tongue at first when I felt like I was getting close to orgasm just from his breast play alone.
Then of course came the migration. At least that was how I thought about it. His kisses and licks were moving definitively southwards in winter. I was confused for a second when he paused. Then it hit like a battering and I felt the purest, most brilliant pleasure as he took his first few licks.
Getting over my initial surprise fast, I settled into the rhyme of things and let myself go as Simon did the most wonderful things to me. The way he licked and sucked on me was amazing.
I was almost sad when I came. Not because it didn’t feel good or because I was disappointed. Quite the opposite, in fact. I was mostly sad that it was over.
Simon was sweet as I came down from my euphoric high, stroking my belly and kissing my pussy as I trembled under his control. I felt completely comforted by his presence, after such an amazing experience.
When my trembling subsided, Simon pulled me to him and took me in a loving embrace. I closed my eyes and breathed his scent in deeply. It lit up my mind like a Christmas tree.
“May I suck your cock, sir?”
The words had formed in my head and had fallen out my mouth like a gum ball before I had had time to second guess myself. I loved that about being with him— that I could be open, vulnerable, and adventurous, doing and saying things I normally didn’t.
He pulled back just far enough so that he could see my eyes. My naked, vulnerable form was still very much under his control.
“Are you sure, baby?”