by Powerone
“How come we never hooked up, Alexis?” She had done well at the firm and became the Chief Information Officer. And Kristen was under her, the two of them inseparable, though not as much as Kristen was under Brandon.
Alexis brushed her hand along the front of his pants; she always looked to tease him as she felt his cock swell from just the briefest touch of her hand. “It’s never going to happen, Michael. No matter how much power you have.” She left him speechless, a difficult feat for Michael. She swayed her hips exaggeratedly as she walked away, though she rarely flaunted her sexuality, but with Michael, it was a special occasion.
* * * *
Michael had worked late due to an important client coming in the next week for their yearly review, one of the largest accounts in the firm. He went to the dining room to have dinner with Melissa Lassiter, their relationship strictly business now, though Michael still remembered their night together in detail. The building was almost empty, only the truly dedicated were left. After dinner, he went back to his office and sat down at his desk as he stared at the floor to ceiling windows that covered the outside walls of the corner office. The lights of the city shone bright. It grew cold again, snow would fall soon enough. Michael got used to it now and didn’t miss L.A. any longer. He found the Hamptons in the summer were much better than Venice Beach. He thought about buying a place there next year after he’d bought his own condo in the city; Brandon bought in the same building, but a few floors down, but Michael took the penthouse. Lassiter, Johnston and Mercer paid well, in excess of a million dollars a year, though Michael brought in that much business one hundred fold. He swiveled around to take one last look at the final review when he spied it on the corner of his desk, propped up against the lamp.
Michael picked up the light brown envelope, the paper almost felt like parchment. He looked around to see who put it there, but the floor was empty as far as he could see. He smelled it and the distinctive perfume fanned his interest. He opened the envelope, a blank front on the card. He opened the card, and on the inside the words were written with a pen in a bold script, definitely the hand of a female. It was short.
“I’ve been a naughty girl.”
No signature, nothing else. He took another sniff of the fragrance and tried to match it to anyone he knew, but no one came to mind. His hand went to his pants, his cock hardened as his mind raced with this provocative message and what the sender tried to tell him.
For the next week, Michael took particular interest in every female he ran into. He first inhaled deeply to try to catch the familiar scent that was etched in his brain in spite of the fact that it was almost gone from the card. There were so many women that perked his interest, short skirts, high heels and long legs continually passed in front of him. He looked for someone special, sure that he’d know her when he saw her, a woman that wanted to be naughty with Michael. His mind conjured up multiple scenarios of her being naughty. Every woman that dressed provocatively caught his attention.
He was sure that it was her. She was an intern from Germany, though she was Polish. Monika, even her name rolled off his tongue so sexily. He watched her for a few days from his office. Monika worked in the bull pen with the other interns. She wore a black skirt today that clung to her perfect ass, cut short so her long legs teased him as they slid under the skirt to hide where they ended. She’d taken off her jacket, the white silk blouse clung to her breasts, Michael’s cock hardened as he watched her stretch, her back arched, her full breasts stuck almost straight up into the air. But what excited him most was her mouth, full lips that drove his imagination.
He saw her get up, lunch time. He followed her into the cafeteria, not the dining room that Michael usually ate in. He got into the line behind her so he could inhale her perfume, his mind no longer sure what the scent was, but he was positive that he’d know it if he smelled it again. She was by herself as the line moved slowly.
“Monika, isn’t it?” He broke the ice as Monika turned to face him.
She knew exactly who he was. Not only was he a partner, but he was also one of the most handsome men in the company. She was surprised that he knew her name, flattered that someone of his stature would know an intern. “Yes, Mr. Hauser.” She felt her legs wobble.
“How do you like working at the company?” Even Michael was a bit nervous, not sure how to proceed.
“I love it. It’s such an opportunity to work for a company that has the brightest and most creative minds in advertising, especially you, sir.” Monika was so nervous, not sure why he even talked to her.
“Thank you for the compliment.” The line started moving along as Michael grabbed a cup of coffee, and Monika got her lunch. They moved down, almost to the cash register. It was now or never. “Are you a naughty girl, Monika?” He held his breath and waited for a response.
“Niegrzeczna?” Monika was unprepared so the words came out in Polish. Michael looked at her, not understanding. “Naughty?” This time she said it in English.
Michael tried to hold his composure, but he failed to see the recognition in her eyes, though he did see a glint of excitement.
“I could if you’d like.” She smiled at him, her pussy got wet at the thought of being naughty for him.
They moved through the cash register and Michael paid for Monika’s lunch. He excused himself as gracefully as possible but saw a hint of disappointment in Monika’s eyes. She would’ve been fun, but that wasn’t what he looked for. He wanted to meet the mystery woman that aroused him so much.
The next week, he met at least ten women that he thought was her and another twenty that he didn’t. There was a wide range, from his secretary, Delyssa, which was a no. She was a graduate of Wellesley College, very staid and all business. Then, there was Lara de Chazal, her name even made Michael’s cock hard, a maybe. Criona was always coming into his office, one of Alexis’s staff that always answered Michael’s numerous questions. But she was a no, a very conservative dresser with skirts down to her knees and loose-fitting blouses. Michael looked twice at her, maybe three times and noticed that in spite of her longer skirts than most, she did have a lovely ass. And he thought he could notice the gentle sway of her breasts as she walked, but she was still a no.
Michael wasn’t sure if he should look for a new employee, one of the lovely recent graduates that would do anything to get ahead. Or would it be someone that had been here a long time and found that they seemed to get left behind and looked for some excitement?
* * * *
It was almost two weeks to the day when Michael walked into his office the first thing in the morning. He noticed it right away, the light brown envelope propped up against his lamp. He didn’t rush over to it, but instead, he took a deep breath as his cock grew hard when he inhaled the sweet perfume that became familiar again. It was her as his heart raced, but he still did not open it. He sat down in his chair to pick it up, his hand caressed it sensuously. He teased himself with it. He loved the growing pleasure he felt from his erection. Delyssa, his secretary, got off the elevator and took off her coat and hung it up. She got his coffee and brought it in to him.
“Good morning, Michael.” She handed him his coffee. “Anything you need?”
“Good morning, Delyssa. It’s a great day.” He took a sip of his coffee, the unopened envelope still in his hand.
She left him. He acted a bit strange today, cheerier than usual. He must have gotten laid, Delyssa thought to herself. She closed his door as she left.
Michael opened the envelope with such care to make sure that he didn’t tear it, almost as if he undressed her for the first time. It was the same blank card inside, folded neatly in half. Michael’s heart raced a mile a minute as he slowly opened the card to peer inside. The bold script stood out to him, excited, for the message now had two lines.
“I’ve been a naughty Girl.”
“I need to be punished.”
He noticed it right away. Girl was capitalized. Was there a particular reason she did th
at? And the new line set his cock to such hardness. She needed to be punished. There was only one reason she told Michael this. She wanted him to punish her. He had to find her. He had to punish her.
Michael could hardly work, the smell of her perfume from the card always drew him back to it so he could open it up, to re-read it so many times. He finally put it in his desk, a folder held the other one, now two of them in it.
Every two weeks, the days differed as if she was afraid that Michael would set a trap for her, a new card would appear on his desk mysteriously. It hadn’t changed since the second one and it always proclaimed her naughtiness and her desire to be punished. It had been six months now, Michael’s folder bulged with her cards, but Michael was no closer to finding her than when he got the first card. A new card would still excite Michael, but he grew desperate. Will she ever get enough nerve to face me?
She hid around the corner and watched Michael from far off as he opened her card. She had written twelve of them, ten more then she planned to. But she had lost her nerve. She’d planned to proclaim to him after the second one, but the reality of the situation was too extreme. She knew exactly what she’d do with Michael; she even bought all the necessary “toys” to try them out on herself as she masturbated late at night in her bed. She’d close her eyes and imagine that it was Michael that punished her, and she never failed to have an explosive orgasm. But she lost her nerve and hoped that after the next card she would regain it. She saw him put the card away, and she turned her back to him as she walked off, disappointed again that she didn’t have the nerve.
* * * *
One Year Later
Michael continue to receive the cards every two weeks or so, but the message never changed. He wasn’t any closer to finding his mystery woman. He’d examine every woman he met to try to determine if she was the one, but he never got as bold as he did with Monika, not wanting the disappointment again. Monika had left the company and went back to the university, yet the cards continued.
His sex life was excellent. Kristen was now exclusively with Brandon, but there was always a bevy of female employees that were flattered by his attention, none ever turned down an invitation to his bed except for Alexis. And there was the occasional night with Heather, though she flew more international now. But his thoughts always came back to the night with Melissa Lassiter when she tied him up and his thoughts would shift to punishing a naughty girl. What would it be like to have a girl completely under my power, not just mentally but physically overpower her? She’d be bound tight and sexually available to him in whatever manner he wanted. He’d extract not only pleasure from her but pain.
The phone call was unexpected. He had talked to her once or twice when she came to the city but always with Melissa Lassiter. Michael felt that this was different; her secretary called and said that she’d like Michael to join her for drinks at her hotel suite that night. What did Professor Cynthia Thompson have in mind?
* * * *
He took the elevator up to the penthouse, not surprised that she stayed there. His mind had conjured up millions of scenarios, all of them made his cock hard. He hoped that he wouldn’t be disappointed, but he still couldn’t put his finger on it. He was sure that Cynthia was similar to Melissa, both of them sexually dominant. Even Melissa had admitted to Michael months ago that they were no longer sexually compatible, Michael’s prominence in the company matched by his dominance in the bedroom. Michael was surprised that Melissa had known so much about his sexual conquests.
He hugged Cynthia as though they had been lovers and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She ushered him into the living room. Michael looked as surprised as Cynthia’s guest was. She sat on the couch and looked sexier than he had ever seen her. She didn’t wear the usual loose-fitting clothes, but a short skirt with her legs crossed sexily to expose how long her legs were. The silk blouse clung to her breasts as Michael enjoyed a lovely view through the almost transparent fabric, a lacey bra underneath did little to hide the generous cleavage.
Alexis wondered why the doorbell rang, but Cynthia brushed aside her comment and went to answer it. The voice sounded too familiar, but Alexis was still stunned when Michael entered the room, his eyes lustily gazed at her. What did Cynthia have in mind?
Alexis had met Cynthia at least five times in the last three years; Melissa Lassiter introduced them and she somehow knew that they would hit it off. Alexis remembered the first time as though it happened yesterday. The three of them had dinner, but Melissa took a phone call during dinner and then disappeared, something had come up that made her leave. Alexis barely realized she was gone as Cynthia mesmerized her. Dinner became drinks, and before Alexis knew it, she found herself in bed with a woman for the first time. Alexis had some experience with men, but she tended to devote too much to work, though it always gratified her that men like Michael were always after her. She never thought of herself as that attractive or sexy. She thought it was more that she turned them down that made her attractive, but it was the elusive catch that men wanted to conquer. It turned out that a female was the most successful in conquering her as Cynthia took her pleasure with Alexis. And take it she did, Alexis found herself dominated by Cynthia. The last time they were together, Alexis found her naked body tied down on the bed while Cynthia took her with a strap-on. Alexis had never come so hard in her life. She trembled in fear and longing when Cynthia said she would be in town again; Alexis afraid but excited by what was in store for her.
Michael’s presence was never in her mind. What does Cynthia have in store? Alexis knew she couldn’t deny Cynthia anything. She managed to stammer a few words. “Hello, Michael.”
Michael recovered quickly as his heart pounded and his heart raced. There sat a woman that he had desired for many years, yet Alexis always turned him down. She was dressed for sex, though he was sure that she dressed that way for Cynthia, not him, the surprised look on her face similar to what he probably had also. Will I have her tonight? With Cynthia? “Good evening, Alexis. I must say, I have never seen you look so delicious before.” Michael quickly regained his composure. Cynthia handed him a drink; Michael took a sip, scotch and soda. Cynthia, like Melissa, never left anything to chance and knew his favorite drink. She took her drink and sat down on the couch next to Alexis as Michael sat across from them. Cynthia didn’t bring a drink to Alexis.
Michael watched as they kissed, the scene slowly unfolded in front of him as if he were in the movies. Cynthia put down her drink and turned toward Alexis. Her hand lifted up Alexis’s chin as she moved close until their lips were only inches from each other but still didn’t touch.
Alexis’s heart raced so hard that she could barely breathe. Cynthia’s touch always inflamed her, but she caught Michael out of the corner of her eye as Cynthia turned her head toward her and demanded her undivided attention as always. She felt Cynthia’s hot breath as Alexis licked her lips in anticipation of the kiss. Cynthia finally moved closer and electricity shot through their lips as Alexis felt the silky touch of Cynthia’s lips on hers. She uncrossed her legs as Cynthia pulled her sideways as their tongues barely touched when they kissed passionately. Alexis felt Cynthia’s hand on her breast, and Alex responded and arched her back to shove her breast eagerly into the fondling fingers that sought out her hard nipple. She almost forgot about Michael. Cynthia had inflamed such desire in her.
Michael’s hand went down to his pants to openly stroke his cock that rose to prominence as the scene exploded before him. Alexis tried to maintain her composure, but her uncrossed legs gave Michael a perfect view between her legs, the darkness of what lay beneath inflamed his lust more than if she were grossly exposed. The two women kissing passionately as their tongues darted in and out of their mouths, Cynthia’s hand explored Alexis’s breast with impunity as Michael had long sought to do. Was I here only to watch? Or did Cynthia have a more active role for me?
Cynthia pulled back from Alexis to stare at her lovely face, her lips still wet from their kiss. “Let’s
go into the bedroom.” It was a statement, not a question. Michael didn’t hesitate as he picked up his drink.
Alexis wasn’t sure that she heard her correct or was it just that she didn’t want to hear what she said. As Michael got up, Alexis realized quickly what Cynthia had planned for her or, at least, part of it. Cynthia would make love to her while Michael watched. That was bad enough. Alexis had strung Michael along for so many years as she sexually teased him; now, he’d watch as Cynthia made love to her and strip her naked for Michael to see all that she had hidden from him. But would Cynthia allow Michael to join in? Or would Cynthia let him have me while she watched? She looked nervously at Cynthia and hoped for some compassion, but Cynthia only smiled back at her, and her eyes demanded that Alexis obey. Alexis could never refuse her anything.
Michael sat in the chair that faced the large bed as Alexis stood nervously by the bed and bit her lip as she waited for Cynthia. Michael’s cock grew harder when Cynthia turned around. She’d taken off her skirt, and her long legs were now naked, but his eyes followed up until they almost popped out of his head. She wore a strap-on, a very formidable dildo stuck menacingly out the front, the leather straps held it in place to frame Cynthia’s lovely naked skin. Her blouse was unbuttoned half the way down and pulled to the side so that her bra-encased breasts were visible. Michael never dreamed he’d see Cynthia this way; his vivid imagination never went that far. His hand went down to his cock to shift it in his pants as he watched them.
Alexis saw what Cynthia put on and her pussy grew wet as she recalled the last time Cynthia took her with it when she was bound and spread on the bed. Cynthia kneeled on the bed next to Alexis as her hand reached up to brush Alexis’s hair from her face. Alexis felt Cynthia take her hand, and she knew exactly where it would go. She wasn’t surprised when her fingers curled around the thick shaft of the dildo. It felt thicker than the last one. It was black, shaped just like a cock, the head thicker with curled veins that ran up the side of it. She began to stroke it, no need to be told what to do. Alexis wanted to please Cynthia. And if that meant that Michael would watch, Alexis would try to put him out of her mind.