by Dark Angel
Connor
"I thought you had forgotten where I lived," Jonathan laughs, smiling at Clarise as he refills his glass of wine.
"C’mon, you know I’ve been busy. Those assholes in Puerto Rico are driving me crazy," Clarise replies, taking the glass to her lips and sipping from it.
"Those guys still?" Clarise’s mom asks, cocking one eyebrow. "You spoke about them last month."
"Yeah, the guys at the port are making some kind of strike, so our ships aren't docking. Which has been a hassle, but I’m working on a way around it," she tells them both. "Well, me and Connor," she adds, reaching for me under the table and placing her hand on top of mine.
We’re having dinner at the Donovan estate, which has pretty much become a monthly tradition. One month after Clarise became interim CEO, we decided to move out and look for something that we could call our own. We settled on a high-rise condo in the city, just a block away from the Donovan Tower; Clarise wanted to be as close as possible to work, and she didn’t get us an apartment in the tower itself because it doesn’t have any residential units. Thank God, or else we’d spend every waking hour of the day working.
I might be a workaholic of sorts, but Clarise beats me at that. She’s happy, though, and that’s what really matters to me. It’s as if she were born to command a multi-billion dollar company; even during my years at the Order, I never came across someone as gifted as she is.
Some people say that talent doesn’t exist, that it’s all a matter of hard work. Well, Clarise is a little bit of both; tons of hard work and a natural knack for winning. Yeah, I know how to chose women, don’t I? What? Yeah, I’m bragging a little bit, but I have every right to do so. After all, she’s the most beautiful woman in the world … and she’s mine.
"Seems like my girl is kicking ass and taking names," Jonathan says, smiling wistfully as he looks toward Clarise. If that isn’t pride in his eyes, I don’t know what is.
"No doubt about it," I agree, squeezing Clarise’s hand in mine. "She’s going to take this family to greater heights."
"Of course," Jonathan and Carolyn say in one voice, and then they look at each other and burst out laughing. Since this house escaped Earl’s influence things have taken a turn for the better. Seriously, I never thought that Clarise’s parents loved each other so much until Earl went away. Since then, their love seems to have blossomed.
Which kinda made me start thinking about Clarise and I. And that’s why I’m having this dinner. Yeah, it was my idea to have dinner at the Donovan estate today.
"I’d like to say something," I start, going up to my feet as I hold a glass of wine. Clarise and her parents look toward me, slightly surprised, but they wait for me to continue. "I’ve never really thanked you for making me feel so at home. But I want to say it now; ever since my first day here, you’ve been like a family to me."
"C’mon, Connor. These things don’t need to be said," he smiles, but I can tell that he’s happy with my words.
"They do need to be said. Most of what we feel ends up being unsaid, and I don’t want to lead my life like that. Clarise taught me that we have to be true to ourselves, and follow our heart wherever it takes us."
Looking around the table, I allow them a second for my words to sink in and only then do I continue.
"I thought that my purpose in life was to help save souls… But, in the end, Clarise was the one who saved my soul," I look at her, smiling, and place one hand inside my pocket, grabbing the small velvety box I’ve kept there all dinner. "She’s my partner when it comes to work, but I want more than that… I want her to be my partner in life. Until death do us part."
She looks up at me, her eyes glistening as they widen with anticipation, and then I simply push my chair back and go down on one knee. "Clarise, will you marry me?" I ask her, and tears start streaming down her face, ruining her makeup. She doesn’t seem to care, though; she just jumps from her chair and into my arms, embracing me so tightly that I can barely breath.
"Of course I will! Of course! Yes!" she cries out, still not letting go of me. When she finally does it, she crushes her mouth against mine and only pulls back to look into my eyes, the biggest smile I’ve ever seen dancing on her lips.
"I love you, Clarise. And I always will," I whisper, going up to my feet and pulling her after me.
"Take care of my girl, Connor," her father tells me, and I can tell he’s feeling emotion as well; his usually hard eyes seem suspiciously clear, and I’d bet he’s trying to hold back the tears. Yeah, men can cry as well.
"I will…" I tell him, and then he and Carolyn stand up.
"This calls for a toast," he says out loud, and a servant appears out of nowhere carrying a bottle of expensive champagne. "Go fetch some more glasses," Jonathan tells the waiter with the bottle, and the man just looks at him slightly confused for a second. "We’re all drinking. Night off for all of you!" he cries out, grinning like a schoolboy on his first day of vacation. Right now, he seems to have shed twenty years from his age.
"Connor, Clarise…" he then says as the servants gather around the table, at least a dozen of them. They’re all holding glasses of champagne, and they seem pretty excited about the whole affair. "There’s not much to be said… But I’ll drink to a happy life!"
"TO A HAPPY LIFE!" everyone repeats, our voices rising up in a chorus.
"And, of course, I’ll want grandchildren down the way," Jonathan doesn’t resist adding. "As many as you can."
Epilogue - Clarise
Clarise Donovan - CEO.
That’s what the plaque outside my office reads. Yeah, that’s right, six months have gone by, and I’m no longer the interim CEO of this company. Nope, I’m the boss, and I call the shots without being second guessed.
"I still have to redecorate," I tell Connor as I shut the door, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, savoring my triumph. After chasing this goal for so long, I’ve finally achieved it. Not that it was easy, mind you; these six months as interim CEO have been some of the most grueling times of my life. More than anything, it was a learning period… And I had to learn fast. Of course, Connor helped me every step of the way, and that made everything so much easier.
"What’s wrong with your father’s decoration of the place?" he laughs, waving his hand at the stern bookcases lining every single wall. Yeah, my father didn’t care much about appearances; he only cared about doing a good job.
"Nothing, really. It just needs a more feminine touch," I tell him, grabbing him by the tie and pulling him into me. "Now, I remember you wanting something… What was it?" I ask him, pretending that I’m trying to remember something. "Ah, you wanted to christen this office, didn’t you?"
"That’s right, I did," he chuckles, his hands running down the side of my body. "And it’s high time we do that."
"Seconded," I purr, feeling my heart pump boiling blood straight to between my thighs.
"But you’ll have to obey," Connor continues to say with a grin, a dangerous wickedness flashing behind his eyes.
"Obey?"
"Yes, you’ll obey… and if you do that, you’ll have what you want," he whispers, narrowing his eyes.
"That sounds… fair," I reply, my heart racing faster and faster.
"It is fair. Now … take off your dress."
I take one step back and grin at him, taking my hands up to my shoulders. Obediently I pull down the straps, letting the dress slide down my body. I am wearing only my thong and a black bra in front of him, and now my pussy is so wet that I feel the fabric of my drenched thong sticking to my skin.
"Turn around."
Dutifully, I turn around, my back to him. I feel his fingers on me and wince. His touch is cold but, at the same time, seems to spread a dense heat on my skin. His fingers open the clasp of my bra, releasing it; he lets it fall to the ground, the humid air of the room caressing my erect nipples.
"Take off the rest."
Obedient, and without turning around, I take my fingers down to my w
aist and pull my thong down, letting it fall down my legs. I'm naked, my back turned to him, but he doesn't say or do anything for several seconds. And I don’t dare say anything. His strong presence is filling the whole room, and I don’t break that atmosphere.
"Turn around."
I turn to him, his eyes meeting mine once more. Finally, he looks at my body, his gaze sweeping every inch of me patiently. I feel the pressure of his gaze slipping from my eyes to my lips, and then to my breasts. His gaze goes lower, down my abdomen, my hips... Between my legs... A wild heat sprouts there, a desire that almost makes my body ache. I'm wet. Wet as only he can make me. I crave his touch; I want to feel it on my lips, I want to feel it on my neck. I want him between my legs, sating that urge.
A smile of approval appears on his lips. He extends his arms to the side and throws his coat to the floor.
"The shirt."
I immediately know what to do. I take my fingers to his neck, touching the collar of his shirt. Loosening his tie, I pull it over his head and then I undo the first button on his shirt slowly; then I just keep going. The skin of his chest is tanned, his ripped muscles calling to me as if they were made of marble. And they really look like marble - his perfectly delineated muscles, the lines of his hard and strong chest... It’s as if his whole body has been brought into existence by the skillful chisel of a sculptor.
I unbutton the last button of his shirt and pull it down, revealing his chest. My fingers touch his skin and I shudder, longing to feel all of him. But I know I can’t do it, not yet.
His hands touch my waist, his long fingers pressed against my skin, and he pulls me closer, our bodies a few inches away. He leans into me, his lips pulling back to reveal two rows of perfect white teeth, and kisses me.
I kiss him back, my hand on his chest. He raises his arm and, grabbing me by the hair, pulls my head back and places his lips on my neck. I shudder, anxious, and feel the cold touch of his teeth brushing against me. He sinks his teeth into my flesh, and then the cold touch of pain fades; it's as if honey is entering my bloodstream, numbing my senses, the beating of my heart the only thing I can hear.
He kisses me again and I enjoy my own taste in my mouth. He pushes me back against the desk and I gasp as I feel my ass pressed against the edge of it.
"I’ve been dreaming of this for too long," he finally says, a grin taking over his lips. Reaching with one arm toward the desk, he swipes everything there to the ground; both the phone and the lamp tumble down to the floor, a few folders and documents follow after them.
Pulling me up, he lies me down on top of the desk and climbs on top of me, hunched like a wild animal preparing to devour his prey. His chest touchs mine, my breasts brushing against his soft cool skin, and I lace his waist with my legs, my mind screaming at him to make me his, to subdue and dominate me.
He kisses me again, his waist on mine. My trembling fingers slide down his chest to his pants and, as if moved by an awareness that is not mine, I grab his belt and unbuckle it. My hand touches something hard and by now I'm almost salivating, knowing that he’s hard because of me. Unable to control myself, I wrap my fingers around his cock, over his pants, and press down.
His hands fondle my breasts and then slide down to the inside of my thighs. His fingers brush lightly against the heat between my legs, my moisture transpiring in his hands. Instinctively I push my hips forward against his hand, eager for the touch of his hands and body against my pussy.
He responds brusquely, pushing my body against the desk, his hand pressing hard between my legs.
I pull his belt out and, in a sudden movement, I lower his pants. His hard cock jumps out, elegant and manly, and my whole desire focuses on it. Right now my body’s pulsing with an overwhelming hunger to feel his cock in my hands, in my mouth, inside of me.
I grab his cock with my eager fingers and move my hand up and down, reacting on pure instinct, my body and conscience dissolving into one.
He slides a finger inside me and I moan, my throat producing a sharp sound of pleasure. His finger is deep inside me, and then he slides it out. Again and again, over and over again. I feel two fingers inside me in a continuous movement, a game of in and out, and I struggle hard against the urge to moan as loud as I can. As I do it, I feel a pressure inside of me, acute and chilling, and a shiver of pleasure ruffles my skin.
Without warning he stops and climbs down from the desk. He drops his pants and removes his shoes, throwing them down. How can someone be so handsome? That is the only thought in my mind, my eyes savoring the sight of his naked body. Each sculpted muscle as a perfect verse, his fine tanned skin highlighting them. I've never seen a man so beautiful. But he's not a man ... He's something else, something more impressive.
I get up and get off of the desk; I fall at his feet, on my knees, and let desire guide me. I press my lips on his hard cock, my fingers wrapping it. I open my lips and allow him into my mouth, his flavor the flavor of perfect sin. I let my tongue dance free and fierce around his cock, my lips embracing every inch of his length.
I'm crazy, crazy for him. I feel my pussy completely drenched, its juice dripping down my legs. His hands rest on the top of my head, his strong and confident touch guiding me. Obediently, I sway my head to the rhythm of his touch.
Satisfied, his touch orders me to stand up, and I do so. Between my legs that overwhelming heat keep my whole body in a trance, controlling all of my movements.
Almost unconsciously I know his will and sit up on the desk again, opening my legs. He lunges at me, leaning in, and moves his body to mine. Oh, how I want it, how I want him! My body, my blood, my very soul... everything in me is anxious for him.
And then his legs encase mine, the touch of his body on mine, and I feel him inside me. I sigh, crazy and wild, and doing my best not to scream out. Pleasure bursts into me, shooting down all my senses. It's impossible to describe; his cock fills me perfectly, as if it's shaped for me. But it's more than that; it's something much deeper than a man can ever make me feel. Only someone out of the ordinary, someone supernatural ... can make a woman feel this way.
His body moves in a slow, steady pace, and I take deep breaths with every movement of his thighs. The desire to scream makes my throat go hoarse, and all I allow myself is an almost imperceptible moan. I lace my legs around his torso and pull him toward me, forcing him deep inside my pussy.
As if reading my mind, his pace increases at that exact moment. I go back to moaning in a whispered tone, the effort clawing at my throat. He leans into me, pulls back his lips and takes his mouth to my neck again. I close my eyes, feeling the very presence of him invading my body. It's as if all of him is in me, making my blood boil and all my senses burst.
I feel the pleasure he feels, I feel my own pleasure. I feel all the muscles of our bodies, tense and taut, singing a song that only we can hear. A dangerous and wild music.
He pulls his body from mine and slips his hand under my ass. With an almost superhuman touch, he forces me to stand; then he makes me turn, my back to him, and forces me to bend over. I place my hands on the desk and do as he wants, jutting my ass back at him.
I feel his hand stroking my pussy, parting its lips, and then he comes back inside me, his cock ravaging me with an uncontrollable rage.
Fast, fast, fast—he moves in an impossible way, his body pressed against mine, his rhythmic movements a frenzied haze. All that I want, he does. He reads my body as if I'm an open book, a solved puzzle.
It continues until my body simply can’t endure more. My mind is exhausted, my muscles tense and pulsating, trembling with pleasure. But he goes on, making me cross a threshold that I don't even know exists.
I close my eyes and surrender to the inevitable. I let go of the world. My muscles tense and the whole universe explodes inside of me, my mind flooded by a tidal wave of pleasure.
I scream, an impossible cry of pleasure. What if the whole floor hears it? Let them enjoy the show, for all I care. My whole body trembles, my face, m
y arms and my legs. I throw my head back and close my eyes. Again, I feel his teeth digging into my neck and my body explodes once more, an impossible and powerful orgasm shaking every inch of my body and soul.
"I’m going to come," Connor groans, and that unleashes something inside me. Next thing I know, his cock is already out of my pussy and I’m on my knees in front of him; grabbing his thick member, I start stroking him hard. The moment I feel slight spasms running through the length of his shaft, I don’t hesitate, I just open my mouth and dive in, taking his whole cock into my mouth.
Not a second later and he’s gushing his load into my mouth, filling it up to the brim in the blink of an eye. I keep still as that happens, feeling thick strands of cum dripping out of my lips and down my chin, heavy beads of it falling down onto the carpeted floor. Ah, good way to start my career as CEO, staining the carpet.
"Office christened," Connor laughs brightly, sliding his cock out of my mouth and looking down at me. The moment he locks his eyes on mine, I simply swallow all the cum inside my mouth, allowing its saltiness to go down my throat.
"You know," I tell him, grinning as I stand up in front of him, "we should work late nights once in awhile."
"More than usual?"
"Yeah … just imagine this whole floor empty. Lots of rooms to christen, don’t you think?" I ask him, and we simply erupt in laughter.
"Now that’s an idea … maybe make a baby on top of the copying machine," he tells me offhandedly, but my heart skips a beat at the mention of the word ‘baby’.
"A baby?" I ask him, my voice more clear than usual.
"A baby," he nods. "Would you like to make one?"
Looking into his eyes, I feel my heart becoming lighter and lighter, a joyous happiness spreading over my soul. A baby? Yeah, I think I’d like that… I think I’d like to be a mother.
And so, I just give him the best answer I can think of.
"I’ll buy the best copying machine available."
12 Inches
By Alexis Angel