by Blair Aaron
Holly has never felt this sexually frustrated in her life. When Jason growled at her, calling her a bitch, his eyes so full of furious intensity, it sparked something in the young woman. She needs to be played with, her desire to submit. Holly can feel her pussy ache with need, wetness dripping down her creamy thighs. She discreetly tries to rub them together for some sweet friction. She knows her face is flush, and she is only moments away from panting out her need. It’s only a matter of time now because inside she is begging for some release.
It’s not that hard to figure out when a woman is aroused. Jason can tell that the long-legged blond in front of him is becoming more and more hot by just by her body language. From her dilated blue eyes to how her back has straightened, displaying those full, perky tits for him to rake his eyes over. The pink flush warming up her pale skin. How her legs are crossed, trying to stop that pool of wetness from overflowing. God, he can even smell her, she is so turned on. He knows she’s trying to get relief by rubbing her thighs together, but knows that she’s going to need more than that to get the full service she requires. All from the word bitch, huh. Jason smirks, loosening up his tie. Guess she isn’t such a feminist after all.
For Jason’s part, he has been lusting after the blond for a year now, after first meeting her at a business conference. She had been full of herself, even then. So bossy and demanding that all he wanted to do was to pull that little bitch by her beautiful, long hair, drag her on stage, and fuck her until she is screaming his name. All in front of every major airline company. Jason has always been the dominant one, in every aspect of his life. From the cut-throat world of business to the bedroom. He has a hobby of bringing strong-willed women into complete submission to him, having them begging for their climaxes and to be taken only by him. He lives for that, for strong women to call themselves dirty little girls. So why should little Holly Patton be any different? He had called this meeting to get her to submit to his plan of shutting down her ridiculous price war. He might as well see just how many ways he can get her to submit.
Jason places two large, tan hands on the table, leaning over Holly. “Is something the matter Holly?"
Holly is dripping at this point. She needs to do something for relief. “No, Jason,” she replies shortly.
“Oh really? You were awfully quiet,” he teases.
“I just,” Holly breathes out “really didn’t know how dominant you were in the boardroom, Jason.”
“You didn’t? Well, let me show you,” Jason crosses the table and pulls Holly up by her long hair. “And it’s Mr. Yates,” he whispers and gives her a searing kiss on her pouty lips.
Holly is surprised, but kisses him back with as much heat has his. Their tongues battle for a minute, and he wins when he gives her ass a sharp “smack”, causing Holly to moan.
“You like that, you little bitch?” Jason growls into her ear, and all Holly could do is moan in pleasure.
Jason uses his hands to feel the young woman up and down, touching every curve. He turns her around and bends her over the table. He lifts up her skirt to reveal her perfect ass. He notices that she isn’t wearing underwear and smirks to himself. Maybe she had this in mind all along, he muses to himself. His rough hands caress her skin before laying wet smacks onto it: One, two, three.
Holly screams out her pleasure before being flipped over again so that she is now sitting on the table. She wraps her shapely legs around Jason’s waist and pulls him towards her. She can feel his clothed erection on her bare womanhood, and moans at what's to come.
They continue to kiss passionately as Holly’s nimble hands take off of Jason’s jacket and unbutton his shirt so she can feel the tanned muscles that are understand the jacket. They tense and relax under her touch.
Jason quickly rips open Holly’s blouse as buttons fly all around the room. He doesn’t care. All that matters to him is getting to the milky flesh that is her chest. He buries his face into her cleavage, furiously licking, biting and sucking on both nipples and breasts until he can see small red marks.
Holly’s hand unbuckles Jason’s belt and pulls down his pants. Through the thin fabric of his boxers, Holly can feel just how long and hard Jason is as she strokes his manhood, earning a moan from Jason.
Finally, Jason can’t stand the teasing anymore; he needs her now. Bunching up Holly’s skirt more and pulling down his boxers, he rubs his long, hard, cock in her dripping pussy.
“Do you want me?” Jason’s husky voice whispers in Holly’s ear.
“Yes,” she moans out, and that’s all Jason needs to hear before slamming into Holly’s tight pussy, causing both of them to moan. Jason’s cock is so long and so hard that Holly can feel every inch of him inside her. Pumping in and out of her with such focus and speed that she doesn’t know what to do but to wrap her legs tightly around him, pulling him in deeper.
Jason keeps panting, his thrusts becoming sloppier and manic. He knows he’s not going to last much longer, but has to make sure she comes with him. He leans over and bites Holly’s neck, hard, as he continues to thrust in and out of her at rapid speed. Holly cries out in her orgasm, giving Jason the sign to pull out and spray his seed all over her tits.
CHAPTER 2
The two rivals take a moment to catch their breaths. Their heavy panting is the only sound in the room. Eventually, Jason stands and pulls up his boxers and pants, buckles his belt, and walks over to the other end of the table and grabs a box of tissues. He circles the other side of the table and sits next to Holly. He hands her the tissues and she takes him, cleaning her chest off and trying to re-button herself up. Holly is surprised by how Jason is acting after sex; he seems calmer, less like the angry man who dragged her to the table to fuck her sideways. What’s he playing at?
A few minutes of silence pass before Jason speaks. “I know you’re losing money too.”
“What?”
“Your company. This little price war you have going on. I know you’re losing money too,” Jason continues, his voice lowered to its normal tone.
“How- “
“I got a few guys on the inside,” he tells her. He takes her hand in his, surprising them both. “You’re a smart woman, Holly. You’d have to be to become a female CEO at twenty-six. But think about it: Are you willing to risk losing your company, your life’s work, for a chance to knock out the competition?”
Holly just smiles.
Jason takes his free hand and holds Holly’s cheek, so she has to look at her. “Please, there’s must be something. Anything.”
“What?”
“Don’t play coy with me. There must be something, some kind of deal I can make that will to end this standoff. What can I do to call off your pricing structure?”
“You want to make a deal with me? I thought we were rivals.”
“I’m willing to do whatever it takes to end this war and go back to making money. And I’m sure you want that too.”
“I do like to make money,” Holly smirks.
“Then tell me what you want.”
“Hmmmm….anything I want,” she asks, pulling away from Jason.
“For God shakes yes, Holly. Whatever you say.”
“Anything I want,” she repeats, tapping on her chin. She cocks her head to the side, thinking. A very amused smile spreads across her face. “What could I possibly make you do?”
Jason groans in annoyance. “Come on, Holly. I have a lot of meetings I have to get through, so give me a break. What the hell do you want?”
Holly stands up. “You said you would do anything? Absolutely anything?”
“Yes,” Jason confirms for what feels like the hundredth time.
“Well, I just came up with a way you can start.”
“Thank Jesus,” Jason says with an eye roll.
“Get on the table,” Holly demands.
As quick as his post-sex body will let him, Jason scrambles onto the table. He wobbles a bit, but then steadies himself. “Now what?”
“Now, I want yo
u to yell, as loud as you possibly can, that you are a failure.”
“What?”
“That you are weak.”
“No fucking way,” Jason protests, feeling an unexpected twinge of betrayal.
“That you are stupid.”
“For Christ’s sake, Holly.”
“And I want you to yell so loudly that your whole company can hear you. Everyone. From the top tier people, you have your wine tastings with on the weekends to the snot nose jerks trapped down in the mailroom. I want them all to know that you are a loser.”
“You can’t possibly be serious,” Jason asks. He looks over at Holly, her eyes narrow and her arms crossed. He knows that she is entirely serious, but doesn’t want to admit it.
“You said you would do anything for your company, right?”
“Right, but- “
“Are you willing to do whatever it takes to save your little empire?”
“Well of course, but…”
“Well, if you want to save your company, if you’re willing to do whatever it takes, you’ll do this. Right here, right now.”
Jason knows he has no other options. If he walks out of here right now, he will surely go bankrupt. He will lose everything he has ever worked toward if this mad woman before him doesn’t stop her price structure.
Jason sighs. “I’m a failure.”
“What? I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear that,” Holly says with a malicious purr in her voice.
“I’m a failure,” Jason says a bit louder.
“I’m sorry, did I say whisper? I meant scream!”
“I’m a failure!”
“For everyone to hear you!”
“I’M A FAILURE!” Jason screams at the top of his voice, running his hands again through his perfect hair.
“Now that’s better. What else are you?”
“I’M WEAK!”
“And?”
“I’M STUPID!”
“What?”
“I’M STUPID!”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I’M FUCKING STUPID, OKAY?!?!”
“Yeah! Yeah, you are!”
Jason’s face is red hot with humiliation and anger. How could that fucking women talk me into doing this? “Are you satisfied, Holly?”
“Hmm let me think,” Holly says with a smirk, tapping her chin. Jason rolls his eyes at this game that she’s playing.
“Hmm…I think…” she starts in a sing song voice “NO deal!”
“WHAT?!?!” Jason yells, rage coursing through his veins. Now he can’t believe a single word he is hearing.
Holly cackles at her trick. “But thanks for playing!”
“What the fuck?!?” Jason curses before a slew of obscenities pour from his mouth. This only causes Holly to laugh harder.
“You been wasting my fucking time, you fucking bitch!” he screams. He storms out of the conference room, slamming the door behind him.
CHAPTER 3
Jason takes the elevator to the top floor, a few stories up from the conference room. He can feel himself shaking, and tries to calm himself down. He can’t believe he let her take him for a ride. Make him stand on HIS table in HIS office in HIS company and say that he’s stupid! I swear to God, I’ll make her feel stupid, he vows.
The gold elevator doors open and Jason storms out, telling his secretary to not let any more in, and that he will not be disturbed.
Slamming the door to his office, Jason walks over and sits in his big desk chair to fume about the mess he’s in, all over Holly Patton. He turns his chair to look over at the window, admiring the view.
Holly leaves the conference room shortly after Jason and follows him. She watches him get on the elevator right before it closes. She quickly presses on the up button, waiting for the second elevator to arrive. When it does, Holly walks in and pushes the button the highest floor, knowing it to be his office. After all, my office is on the top floor too.
Her intuition turns out to be correct when the doors of the elevators open, revealing a waiting room, complete with black leather couches and a lovely secretary.
Holly walks out of the elevator and towards Jason’s office door, her black heels clicking behind her.
“I’m sorry Miss. Umm Miss,” the secretary warns her, but Holly is not listening as she gets closer towards the door.
“Miss, Miss! Mr. Yates does not want to be disturbed!”
“We’ll see about that,” says Holly as she bursts into the room. She walks up to Jason’s desk and turns his chair around so he can see her.
Jason has been so lost in thought that he hadn’t known that Holly had walked in until now, looking eye to eye with her. Her blonde hair is still a mess from their former activities, but there’s a fire in her eyes that Jason hasn’t seen before. Some all-consuming energy that captures him instantly and completely, losing all thought except for her. Her sexual energy is almost palpable in the air.
“Holly-” he starts out, but doesn’t get far.
“We are not over until I say we are over,” Holly growls, holding Jason’s wrist firmly on the chair handles as she slides up and into his lap. She leans down and whispers into his ear, “And it’s Miss Patton. Do you fucking understand me?”
A stunned Jason looks at Holly, unsure of what to do or say. He notices that her shirt has become undone again, her plump breasts just inches away from him. He looks up and sees that fire in her eyes again, and knows that he is a goner. “Yes, Miss. Patton,” he says, his words coming out in a hoarse moan.
“Good,” Holly says, authority dripping from her voice. “Very. Fucking. Good.”
Holly bends down and gives Jason an all-compromising kiss. He uses his tongue to battle her to reclaim his position of dominance, but Holly is taking no prisoners. She wins the fight and keeps his hands firmly in the arms of the chair as she rocks her hips again his, back and forth, back and forth; teasing the man out of his mind.
CHAPTER 4
They break apart for air as Jason tries to catch his breath, a task that is deemed impossible when he notices her breasts bouncing up and down in front of his face; toying with him, teasing him. He tries to catch one in his mouth but she moves just slightly out of his reach.
“Cruel bitch,” he mumbles in frustration, trying to feel one of those luscious tits in his mouth. He can see the little red marks he left before, and desperately strains to make more.
Holly stops her bouncing and. in one quick motion, slaps Jason across the face, leaving a small, red handprint.
“Don’t you ever call your Miss a bitch again. Do you understand me?”
Jason is too in shock to think. He doesn’t know what is confusing him more: his biggest rival slapping him in the face, or the erection the stinging slap has suddenly given him.
Jason takes too long to answer and Holly’s cruel palm hits him in the face again. This time, he moans.
“I said, do you understand me?” Holly growls.
“Yes…” he moans.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes miss,” Jason moans out as he feels her little hands squeeze his dick through the fabric of his pants. He wants her, he wants her more than anything. Slowly, he takes his right hand off of the armrest and touches the supple curve of her hip with it. Holly immediately stops all of her actions, releasing his dick from her hands. Jason cries out from the sudden disappearance of contact, only to be surprised again by Holly roughly taking his hand and pushing it back onto the armrest, her fingernails digging into his wrist. “You can only move when I say you can move, understand?”
“Yes miss,” Jason moans out, not caring anymore, only wanting her to touch him again.
Slowly, Holly begins to rock back and forth again, soon picking up speed as she hikes up her skirt more so that her bare pussy can get more contact with his clothed dick. Jason is becoming more and more frustrated by the tease of contact as well as the inviting pair of bountiful tits on his face that he can see, but couldn’t grab. Tempted as he is, he continues to
keep his hands on the armrest.
Do you want to taste my tits?” Holly inquires, her voice young and husky.
“Yes miss,” Jason begs.
“How bad?”
“So sorry miss. So so bad.”
“Is that a fact?”
He knows she’s teasing him right now, but he doesn’t care. “Oh yes, Miss. I want to take them in my mouth and roll your nipples with my tongue until they’re hard. I want to suck on them and bury my face in them just to feel how fucking soft they are. Oh please, miss,” begs Jason.
“Well,” Holly begins, tapping a finger on her chin. “Since you asked ever so nicely,” she lowers herself so that Jason's face is buried in her tits. Getting his wish, Jason nuzzles his face into her tits, using his mouth to nibble and suck on every bit of soft, warm flesh within reach.
While Jason is burying himself in her cleavage, Holly unbuttons every single button of his shirt. Placing a hand on his stomach, feeling a full set of six pack abs. She traces each individual muscle, feeling the power in them that she won’t let him use, before moving to his pecs, and then to the muscles of his arms.
She can feel herself dampening the gray fabric of Jason’s pants. She needs a dick inside of her, right now.
Pulling her tits away from Jason, she does quick work of unbuckling his pants and unzipping them, pulling out the thing she desires the most: his long, thick, cock, the head already weeping with pre-cum. She leans down, and with her tongue she licks away the pre-cum, causing Jason to whip his head back in a moan, wanting more without getting it.
Finally, Holly positions her dripping pussy over Jason’s throbbing cock, moving her hips around in a circle to tease him. She can feel the head of his dick just barely brush against her tender pussy, feeling herself getting just as teased as he is.