by Honor James
“I can only imagine. You will have even more when people realize just how good you all are. And yes, I already know that you boys are good. You wouldn’t be working so well together if you weren’t as good as you are.” Besides, she had seen them in battle more than once and knew just how well they worked together.
“Don’t let the fact we are good at our jobs fool you, we fight like anyone else. Among ourselves I mean. There are days I wonder how I haven’t lost what little sanity I have remaining when dealing with them. I’m not talking mere pranks either, but full-blown disagreements. We all have tempers, different triggers, and there are days when we do much better avoiding one another than working together.”
“Gotcha, but it’s like that with everyone isn’t it? Like with me, where I work. I detest the IT department. Go figure right? I know that an IT department is necessary but this one is so superficial and they are both such asshats that they make me hate IT. Then you have my boss. Everyone hates her, but really she’s a decent sort. She just lost her brother in Bosnia and she’s still raw over that so she doesn’t temper anything she says or does because of the hurt she’s still feeling.”
“Your boss will get through her pain in time, everyone is different. She has to find her own balance once more. Besides which, if your coworkers were doing their jobs appropriately then they would have nothing to fear from her, and therefore there wouldn’t be any resentment toward what she has to say. If they are upset by her words then they really need to be looking closer to home for the real reason instead of blaming her for speaking the truth. As to your IT department,” Craig said slowly. “This is a page from Timmons’s book, but might very well work in your case. Fuck them up. Figuratively I mean, but create something that ensures that their ineptitude is showcased for all to see, especially those that can fire them. Petty I know, but sometimes karma’s a little slow in getting around to those that deserve it most. After all there’s so much backlog for karma to attend to it’s amazing that anyone gets what they so sorely deserve.”
“This is very true. I might just have to do that because honestly they are costing the company far more than they are worth. They are the kind that if they can’t figure it out they call in someone else and by figure it out I mean if it’s anything other than changing a toner or turning on someone’s computer for them they can’t do it. How they got their jobs I honestly don’t know,” she admitted and shrugged. “Anyway. What do you like to do when you aren’t working? What helps you to calm down and just simply relax? For me, I read a great deal and I drink my wine. When the weather is good I like to sit outside under a tree and simply enjoy being in nature.”
“For me I usually do a bit of a workout, run a few miles, swim a couple dozen laps, that sort of thing. I read a lot, even have found some fun in a couple of mindless video games when I need to turn my mind right off, but for me the physical exercise has always been my release. I usually perform a kata. It’s about the controlled movements that require a perfectly calm mind to keep the motions smooth, and coordinated. Amazingly relaxing for me.”
“Maybe one day you will show that to me?” She loved listening to him talking. His voice was husky and smooth and it made her smile every single time. “I really love listening to you talking by the way. You have this tone in your voice that is soothing and comforting but it’s a little more than that.” His voice made her needy, aching, and honestly made her wet, but that wasn’t something to talk about in a restaurant.
“I’ll gladly show you, anytime you wish. But for now I think you need to expand on what you were saying about my voice. What are you leaving out, hmm?” he asked. Craig’s lips curled slightly into a grin as he watched her and waited.
She leaned in close to him, once more thankful for the privacy of the pub. “It makes me wet,” she told him bluntly. “When you talk, it makes me wet, makes me ache, and makes me want more. That’s about as blunt as I can be, don’t you think?”
“Not bad at all,” he told her. “Though I think you could give a little more to your description. You know, to fully help me understand the condition you find yourself in. It might assist me in figuring out a way to help you relieve any discomfort you might be feeling.”
“I have a delightful tingle that is just driving me to distraction,” she elaborated, practically whispering her confession in his ear. “It’s a good feeling, but it’s here all the same. Is that bad?” Was it bad that she had, for all intents and purposes, just met him and she was feeling the way she was?
“Not bad at all,” he told her. “Without attraction our species would have died out long, long ago. But now we do have a bit of a dilemma to figure out. I can either cease speaking to allow you to suitably recover, or I continue to speak perhaps with a bit more edge to assist you in relieving the ache you feel. Maybe add a little graphic detail, and some imagery. It’s a gamble though is it may go horribly awry for you.”
“Oh god.” She shifted on her seat and bit her lower lip. “Honestly if you were to do something like that to me I might just orgasm right here where we are. I think that might be bad. Don’t you?” She leaned into him, nonetheless, and pressed a kiss to the side of his cheek. “Yet for you and with you I would be perfectly fine with that.”
“I’m more than fine with you orgasming here in this moment. Especially if I can make you do it from merely speaking with you.” He slipped a hand onto her leg, moving it down to squeeze her knee lightly before he turned into her slightly. Lowering his head he brushed his lips over her ear. “I think we should see if we can make you come, here and now.”
“With you touching me I definitely could,” she confessed and moved her butt on the booth seat again so that she was a bit closer to him. “What you must think of me. You likely think that I’m the biggest whore on the planet with the way that I am with you right now.” She couldn’t seem to stop, however, not when it felt so right. She felt as if she had known him as long as she had known Elliott and that said a lot.
“I think you are a woman comfortable in her sexuality who knows her own mind when it comes to what she wants. You aren’t the sort to make rash decisions. Like Timmons, you weigh the options, go over the variables, and come to your conclusion based on the facts you have at hand. So don’t go thinking that I believe you to be anything but what, and who you are, Ms. Clara Smith.” He brushed a light kiss over her cheek, his hand squeezing her knee lightly before he began to rub his fingers up and down two inches of her inner thigh. “Though when we are together I may put you over my knee to spank your ass for thinking I’d ever think such things of you.”
She shivered in reaction to his words and widened her thighs for him. “So you like spanking do you?” She hadn’t been spanked but the thought of him doing that to her had her juices flowing again. “Maybe I need to remind you of it later? When we aren’t in a bar with a bunch of people around us?”
“I wouldn’t mind spanking your sweet little ass. I’d strip you down, put you over my knees, and have you spread your legs nice and wide. Then I’d bring my hand down over your tight little ass again and again until it was rosy red. I might slip my fingers down your slit to see if you were wet, maybe toying with your tight little clit while I was at it before delivering another few smacks to ensure your ass was nice and warm.”
She gasped and let her legs fall wider for him. “Oh god. I would let you,” she confessed. “Many times. In fact I might come up with things to make you want to spank me.” She was as close as she could get to him without being in his lap. “I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do a great deal to me but I think that I could trust you to do many things to me, with me. If you would as well?”
“Like what?” he asked, nipping at her earlobe lightly. “What things would you like me to do to you, Clara? What things have you always dreamed of having done to you that you’d like me to fulfill?” His hand drifted higher on her thigh, skimming lightly over her skin as he edged closer to her aching pussy.
“Everything. I’ve read a
great deal of BDSM books and so much of it appeals to me. Being bound to a bed, blindfolded, and uncertain of what would happen to me next. I would love to be able to give my trust to someone and know that they would ensure that I received pleasure, no matter what. Perhaps some hot wax on my nipples and pussy? I think that I would like that, a lot.”
“Are you shaved bare by chance?” he asked. His fingers were resting on her inner thigh a bare inch from where she wanted his touch most. “Silky smooth to better enjoy all the pleasures that could be had by hand, mouth, and other contact to your flesh.”
“Waxed.” She panted that singular word and rubbed her hand on his thigh. “I wax every two weeks. It’s a habit and one that I enjoy.” She got her pussy, underarms, ass, and legs waxed every two weeks, without fail.
“So you are silky smooth, interesting,” he said in a husky tone. “Then a little wax play while you are bound is definitely in the realm of possibilities. As is the caress of fingers over your soft folds, wet slit, and deep into your pussy to touch your most intimate spot. But we wouldn’t stop there would we? No, I think we’d also explore your tight little ass, stretching you slowly with all manner of toys to prepare you to take a cock deep. Would you like that, Clara? To have us fucking your tight little ass?”
“Yes,” she said with a hissing moan of a sound. “I use an inflatable butt plug and vibrator when I really want to get off. I use both so that I can find an amazing orgasm. What you are telling me.” She shivered and wiggled just a bit. “I would like all of what you said, please?”
“I think the first time we come together you should show us that,” Craig told her. “Let us sit back, and enjoy the show. I think it would be sublime to watch a woman taking control of her own needs, pushing herself to the edge, and then flying over. Are you ready to fly now, little Clara?”
“Yes.” She scooted closer but he moved his hand so that she wasn’t touched as she wanted to be touched. “And I would, let you both watch that is.” She was shifting and moving on the seat, undulating and trying to ease the ache that was throbbing in her pussy. “Touch me, please?” She wasn’t above begging for what she wanted.
“But that would be cheating wouldn’t it? This experiment was to determine if I could make you come from my words alone. Sadly it appears that I’m not quite skilled enough yet in the art. Something I will endeavor to work at during our growing relationship.”
“I think that if you were any better at it I would have you naked and under this table and to hell with proper society,” she muttered. “Trust me, you are so close.” She was ready to come, right now she was ready. “Kiss me?” she asked and waited for him to say or do something more.
His chuckle stroked over her as he squeezed her thigh lightly. “I think you are the one that is so close as you put it. But a kiss isn’t amiss given you’re in this state without ever having one yet. Seems rather bad form on my part to have neglected that.” Moving his head, he brushed his lips along her cheek toward her lips until his mouth settled over hers.
The moment that he began to kiss her she was lost. She moved to wrap one arm around his neck and pulled him close. His chuckle was all that it had taken. She climaxed, her cries being captured by his kiss.
Craig wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in tighter as she shook from the orgasm. Slowly he drew back, his hand sliding over her leg to squeeze her knee once more. “Maybe I do have a bit of talent at this after all.”
“Oh you definitely have talent,” she confessed and clung to him. She was looking up at him with a grin. “Wow, seriously you are talented. With your mouth, words, tongue, all of it. I think that you could do that to me anytime that you want to.”
“I will keep that in mind,” he said softly. He pressed his lips to hers again gently before drawing back further. “Are you all right?” he asked with an amused look on his face. “You look quite flushed right now, I have to tell you.”
“I am all right,” she assured him. “I might be feeling a bit flushed but I will survive. Gracious.” She fanned herself and then pulled back only a bit from him. “I really rather liked the kiss and everything else as well. I think that you and I are going to get along very well, kissing me like that.”
“Any time at all you need a kiss, you let me know,” he said. Giving her a wink, he leaned back, pulling her in closer to him. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm lightly. “We had good timing, too. Here comes the waitress with our meals.”
“Very good timing. If I didn’t know better I would swear that you had timed that one to perfection for us.” She liked it, though, a lot. She could smell the scent of the steaks and sighed. “Oh god that smells so good. Poor Elliott is likely eating peanut butter and jelly or something like that and here we are about to dine on some fabulous steak.”
Once their plates were in place, and they were alone again, Craig slid his arm from around her. “Probably worse than that since Michael usually only carries around beef jerky with him for snacks. That and dried bits of unidentifiable fruit. At least he claims it was once fruit, but it’s damn hard to tell from the mangled husks he hands out.” Leaning over his plate, he took a deep breath, and sighed. “Dig in, no need to wait on me,” he said while picking up his utensils.
She did just that. She cut into her steak and noticed that it was the perfect pink inside. “Oh man,” she muttered before devouring the bite. She moaned as she ate, it was really that good. The steak was amazing and she made the noises to prove it.
Chapter Five
Now she was home, alone, and waiting with her phone in her hand. She kept looking at it to make sure that it was on, waiting on a call from Elliott to let her know that he was okay. Dinner with Craig had been amazing. She had loved every single second of time that she spent with him. They had stayed long after their meal was done and gotten to know each other quite a bit.
The time was approaching one when it finally buzzed in her hand. It was a text message from Elliott. You still up? was all it said. Nothing more, no picture, no frills, straight up and simply to the point.
She smiled at the text message and typed back. Yes, I’m still up. You knew that I wouldn’t go to sleep until I heard from you. Are you okay? she sent back. She was anxious to hear back from him, to know that he was okay and the job was over.
There was a long pause before his next text came through. Open the door and find out for yourself. This time the words he sent through sent a little thrill through her as she started for her front door.
Clara opened the front door without hesitating. Seeing Elliott standing there she did the only thing she could think of and jumped into his arms. Clara wrapped her arms and legs around him and hugged him tight, kissing him as she held him firmly.
His arms closed around her securely, squeezing her close to him. “Hey, I’m okay,” he said softly against her cheek. Rubbing a hand up and down her back, he moved into her apartment and kicked the door shut behind him. Elliott paused long enough to lock the door before continuing to her sofa where he sank down with her still wrapped around him.
She grabbed her phone and pulled up her security app and set the alarm. “Are you staying?” she asked as a second thought. “Because I would really like you to stay the night, please?” She didn’t want to let him go, not now that she had him in her life finally.
He looked from her to the phone, and then back at her. “I have a feeling that even if I said I should go you wouldn’t turn that back off. Either way I’m staying. It was a long night, and I’m absolutely exhausted. But I want to hear about your night out before I give in to the need to sleep. So, tell me, where did you go, what did you eat, did you talk about me?” he asked with a grin.
“We had steaks and of course we talked about you.” She moved off of his lap and held her hand out for him. “Craig gave me an orgasm and a few kisses as well. It was truly wonderful,” she teased. “Come to bed. We will stop by the fridge on our way so that we can grab a couple of bottles of water and then we will go to bed. I’m
keeping you tonight, and hopefully every night after this one,” she said hopefully.
Elliott took her hand as he pushed up to his feet. “He gave you an orgasm did he? Well hell, bastard’s one up on me already. I have this need to ask, and yet I’m not so sure I want to hear about it. Might make me all green with jealousy.” He accepted the bottle of water she passed his way then followed her up the hall to her bedroom.
“His talking. Between that and what we were talking about it made me orgasm. It’s been a very long time since I was with a man. I’ve had my vibrator and inflatable butt plug but haven’t had a man to give me pleasure in far too long.” She wanted him, but not tonight. Tonight he was too tired and she knew it.
“Way too many images for me to even process bouncing around in my head. Damn, woman, you definitely know how to get a man’s attention in only a few words.” Smiling at her, he eased down on the end of the bed and let out an exhausted sounding breath. “You sound like you had a fun night, I’m glad. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you, but maybe it was meant to be. It did let you have some time to get to know Yoshi better.”
“It did. It was nice to get to know him. I see why the two of you hit it off so well.” She moved to his feet and undid his shoes. “Don’t argue,” she told him when he went to tell her no. “Let me help you get comfortable. Clothes or no clothes?” she asked him after pulling off his boots.
“I sleep better naked, though I have a feeling I should keep my jeans on. Sorry, sweetheart, I don’t wear underwear so I don’t even have that option.” Giving her a lopsided grin, he wiggled his toes once she’d bared his feet. “Might as well get rid of it all otherwise I’ll never sleep worth a damn. Though with how exhausted I feel right now that might even be a debatable matter.”