I was standing right in front of him and his heart rate was through the roof as well, obviously dying to fuck me.
I had never felt so completely naked before in my life and I still had all my clothes on.
If he was to make me go the whole way… if he convinced me to strip for him the how would that feel? And if he asked me to do it, would I be able to say no?
It was a mind-fuck - feeling so powerful and yet so defenseless all at the same time.
Ladies, if you ever get the chance to do this to a man like Vincent Medici in your lifetime… run for your damn life because I swear to you that you are playing with fire.
But it was already too late for me. I was in too deep, there was nowhere to run and the thrill it was giving me to fuck with him, to tease his cock like that was more seductive than any sexual encounter I had ever had before and trust me, this kind of thing wasn't me at all. It was like a different person had come alive in that room - someone I had never met before and even though she scared the hell out of me I was in awe of her at the same time.
I still believed that there was no way I was going to fuck this guy. Not for any amount of money and not even if he swore he was going to make my invention a reality. Maybe I would fuck with his mind, but his body wasn't going to get anything. He might be sitting here on the top of his empire surrounded by wealth and status but he was also the guy who had just given me ten, I repeat ten thousand dollars for taking my panties off. If he wanted my drawers that much I can't imagine what my dropping them onto his obvious hard on must have made him feel.
And if I had the brazenness to do that, then what else was I capable of?
I didn’t have to wait long to find out.
He reached out his hand and placed it onto the back of my thigh.
It was the moment we crossed the line.
I could have told him to get his hands off me but I didn't. He could have apologized and taken his hand away, but he didn't and now we were into consent issues. I hadn’t said anything, he hadn't asked.
When he dropped to his knees in front of me and pressed his face into my abdomen I nearly passed out. His big arms wrapped around my legs and pulled me in. I looked down and saw that perfect hair of his get all messed up and felt his hot breath blowing through the fabric of my skirt onto my thighs.
I thought I was going to come on the spot.
My panties were already wet enough from the ordeal of having him watch me, undress me with his eyes here in the privacy of his 64th floor office while I presented to him, but there was no letting up. If he dared to go further he would feel just how wet I had become for him. Did I want him to know that?
I was thrilled that he seemed genuinely turned on by the Life Defender but how much of that was venture capital interest and how much was perverted panty guy interest?
If it was only about the underwear then I was determined to walk out of there with my ten grand - seed money for my next project - but if I was only there for the money then why was I pushing his head into my crotch, messing up his hair with my hands and moaning like I wanted him to fuck me on top of his desk?
"I want you." He said and God, his voice was so sexy, so full of lust - lust for me. "Are you wet for me you little tease?" I tried to push his head away. "I know you are, don’t hide it from me." His hair was all tangled up in my hands and I wanted to shove his head down between my legs again but I held myself back.
I felt my skirt being pulled down.
God, I wanted it so bad. I'd been celibate so long for my work that I thought I didn’t need it any more but now I understood that what Clarissa had been saying all along was true.
It only ever gets backed up.
I've never wanted to be fucked by anyone so much as right at that moment and I knew that once the skirt came off I would be helpless against that big dick of his. How did I know it was big? Jesus I could see it sticking up like a Trojan war club as I stood over him. I had known exactly where to drop those panties and he had looked like he was in pain when they hit the spot.
But I had made a vow and I never go back on my word.
Never have, never will.
It's part of the reason why I was here for Christ sake - not being able to back out on something I've committed to do.
"This wasn't part of the deal." I forced the words out, but I felt my hands pull his head in closer. He stopped pulling my skirt down and damn if it didn’t enrage me. I know it sounds crazy, but it's how I felt. How could he back out now?
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted at him. "You've already got my fucking panties you pathetic little pervert, but you don’t own the rest of me."
"I don’t want to own you." He said. "I want to fuck you, harder than I've ever fucked anyone before."
I felt those words go through me like a hot, well-oiled dildo. He might as well have inserted two of his big thick fingers inside me and hooked onto my G-spot. No man had ever spoken to me like that before - with such arrogant, unashamed raw desire.
"Don’t you want to jerk off on my panties first before you screw me, you fucking deviant?"
My words didn’t faze him at all. Maybe he had been called worse things before.
"I don’t care about them." He said between kisses, his hand beginning to work its way up between my thighs. "Get on my desk. I want you, all of you, right here, right now."
He lifted me up like a doll and then laid me down on the desk in front of him, all in one quick movement, like it was something he'd done a thousand times before - like it was something he'd been born to do.
It felt so good, dangerously good - I was being overcome and I wanted it.
He stared down at me without moving and it was unbearable - wondering what he would do next. There was no doubting it, this was easily the best looking man I had ever laid eyes on. He was movie star gorgeous. Steel blue eyes, perfect messed up hair, muscular as hell underneath that tailored suit.
Scariest of all - he was hard as a rock for me and the underwear he had stuffed into his pocket with the guilt of an exposed pervert were mine.
My panties, his perversion.
This man could have any woman he wanted on this desk, or on the floor, or up against the window or anywhere else he chose, but I had made him get down on his knees and beg for it. That's what this new person I had found inside of me that day would demand for herself from then on. That was how I wanted it from then on.
I moaned again - they were coming so easily now.
He started to undo his belt.
"Why me?" I said as he went down on his knees again and pushed my legs apart. My back arched in response. Any will to resist I had was disappearing fast.
"Only you." He said. "I've never seen anything like you. I need you. I need what you have." He began sliding my skirt up again but stopped when his fingers reached the garters I had put on.
Why had I worn those?
I never wore garters. My ex had bought them for me years ago and I had teased him relentlessly about them but never put them on - until that evening. I hadn't thought about it explicitly at the time but Clarissa had talked her way into my bedroom and then taken over my wardrobe. She picked out the sexiest lingerie she could find in my limited collection, praising this and that, telling me I had an ass and tits that could rule the world, but at the same to time she kept telling me not to fuck him. She told me not to fuck him but insisted I wear those sexy garters.
'Do not fuck him.'
She must have said it at least twenty times, no matter how hard I insisted that it wouldn't be a problem.
It looked like I had a problem now though.
His lips and the heat of his breath were on my inner thighs, getting closer to my exposed pussy with every second. My clit was beginning to throb and ache as that big bull head of his pushed my legs further apart.
And then, oh my God, I began to feel it. It had been so long. It came on like that line out at sea before a huge breaker comes crashing in - so thin and small out on the horizon bu
t you know that when it hits it is going to be one almighty crash and it's going to pick you up and toss around like a salvage wood in a storm.
"Get away from me!" I scrambled backwards, tumbling off the other side of the desk onto the floor.
"My God, Victoria, are you okay?" He sounded really concerned. Lawsuit concerned?
'Do not fuck him. Whatever else you do, do not fuck him.'
Clarissa had made me repeat it three times while staring straight into her eyes.
I had to remember that. That and my own vow to stay away from men and from any sexual activity until my project was a success.
"No thanks to you. Fucking pervert. Like I said, I am not a whore."
I scrambled to my feet and grabbed the briefcase with the cash, snapping it shut while Vincent Medici fumbled with his clothing.
"That's right." He said. "You just charge money for used panties."
"A pair of which you just paid ten thousand dollars for."
He looked like he wanted to flip the desk over but he held himself back.
"That's right." He said. "That money is yours now, so you can move on to your next client. I guess I don't need to ask where you got the funds to have this expensive prototype manufactured. Was it a single investor or did you get it crowd-funded?"
The ass. The crass and arrogant ass.
"How dare you."
Weak. I know, but unfortunately at the time, it was the best I could do. I was genuinely hurt, but thinking back on it now, what else was he supposed to think? Of course that's what it looked like and of course it would be impossible to ever convince him otherwise.
"You have no idea what I had to go through to get those things manufactured, the sacrifices I had to make. People like you never do."
"People like me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Privileged. That's what it means. Rich New Yorkers with everything handed to them on a platter. Even a stranger's panties if that's what they want."
"You're the one holding the platter."
Ass. A total ass.
"Our business is done Mr. Medici. The paperwork you need for your decision makers is all there. I'll expect to hear from you." I put my hand out to get my Life Defender but he held back.
"I'll hold onto this." He said. "I'll need to test its long range functionality and my partners will need to see it as well."
The prick. He was completely right.
"I'll expect you to keep yours on." He said.
"Don't worry. I kept those panties you're hiding in your pocket on me for twenty-four hours straight." I glared at him. "Just the way you like them Mr. Medici, so wearing the Life Defender for a couple of days won’t be a problem."
He was speechless.
He wanted to play dirty and obviously this 'new me' had no problem being a bitch when she needed to. God knows I had plenty of ammunition to work with and if he didn't fall into line I would never, ever let him live this down.
"Please stop talking about those." He said. "I told you already that I don't care about them."
"If you don’t care about them, give them back to me."
"Of course. And you will return my ten thousand dollars."
Perverted, arrogant and worst of all, cheap.
"Whatever. Go on, you can keep them. A deal's a deal and besides, I have plenty more. If I run out I can get more for two dollars apiece wholesale."
He smiled slowly and nodded his head. Smug, smug asshole.
"You want me to keep them. How entirely unsurprising that is." He said.
I felt my blood physically boil. I couldn’t let him get away with that.
"When you're 'done' with those, whatever it is exactly that you do with them, and you need some more? You know where to find me."
The look he gave me in response to that was frightening, thrilling.
He stepped in close to me and wrapped his hand around my wrist. The heat of his touch was intoxicating, unbearable and I was so damn wet already, but still I could feel more beginning to soak my inner thighs.
This was ridiculous.
What the hell was he going to do next? What would I let him do to me next?
END OF PART ONE
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