by Jenna Blu
Desire
Erotic Novella
This book contains sexual content that is suitable for mature audience only.
Published and Copyright 2013 by Jenna Blu and Kat Von Wild
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Desire comes in all forms yet when a deep longing is so sexually heightened, one woman does all she can to fulfill it.
When something is in Cassandra's way, she will get through the barriers anyway she knows how. She worked her way to the top of the corporation only to be cut clean by the glass ceiling. Now she is the owner of her own company, and her competition is her old employer. The only thing stopping her from taking them down is her maddening desire to sexually devour their new CEO. Somehow convincing herself that once she has taken him down, between her legs that is, she will cut him loose and take down the very company that tried to demolish her career.
Desire
The clock stroke one hour to midnight with a distinguishable chime from the antique furnished waiting area just outside the boardroom. The deal had to be signed at midnight in order to take effect. Cassandra's company was purchasing her old employer, Briddle Bags, a large corporation that sold expensive leather designer bags and luggage to only the elite boutiques around the world. They only became elite and quality when she ran as vice president of merchandising; that was then. Now, she owned and operated the competition and her offer to operate their global line was on the table.
Logistics will let them have their brand carry on exclusively quiet while behind the scenes, she would be the true owner. It was sweet revenge served on a platter for what those boys did to her at the prime of her career. She had worked double time for them but when it came to revenge, she worked triple time and with some of the best lawyers and financial planners in the states to figure out how she could start a company and take over a competitor in five years, but she did it. Nothing stops Cassandra when she wants it.
She took a quick glimpse into the large golden framed antique mirror placed decoratively above a gorgeous cherry wood antique table. She reapplied her dark-red lipstick to her poised lips as she stared back at a woman once scorned and now about to be the most successful woman in the luxury bag business. Her light blue-grey eyes sparkled with mischief; her tan completion shined with excitement. She reached in her small black leather bag and dusted her face with powder quickly to absorb the nervous sweat. Her sultry eye makeup was made up to entice her suitor, the man who had haunted her fantasies since the day they met five years ago when he took her job. Marc Briddle. Great grandson to the original owner, recent graduate of Harvard and the very reason she was asked to step down when she worked for them five years ago.
Here he was now, five years older and sexier than the day she set eyes on him as she walked out of her office with escorts. Back then, he looked pained with his expression and mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry' her way as she walked out that day five years ago. Back then, she wanted to show him sorry in so many hurtful ways.
Now, five years later with a successful competitor friendship under her wings, she wanted to fly right past him. What stopped her was his sexy innocent smile as he looked at her one day over a coffee. He had a proposition that matched one that she had been working on for years. He wanted to sell her the majority of the division of his great grandfathers company. She would take her Yale degree and shove it up his Harvard ass. That was until he touched her hand with his and spoke earnestly about wanting to ask for her forgiveness while he spoke of wanting to pursue his own aspirations for a very different future than what his family business offered. He wanted his own chain sporting goods stores, and she had a plan to entice him in that direction while fulfilling her revenge.
She looked at the reflection of the closed office door in the mirror as the lawyers were battling it out. She wondered if her proposal, in which Marc had to stay on under her command for the next two years, shocked them. It had never been talked about until tonight. She wanted him under her is so many ways, and now she will have him, however she wants. His only way out of this contract was to meet with her in person, sexually. In that opportunity, she planned to get as many orgasms out of him as possible, then release him to the wolves. Figuratively speaking, he would be free to find his own way in the corporate world anyway he wanted to go. That part remained secretive.
As her focus was on that door opening, willing it to have the lawyers step out and shake hands, telling her that everything was signed and Marc agreed to it all. A flash of lightning danced across the glass window of the high-rise building they were conducting business in. An electric sexual thought danced in her mind. An image of Marc kissing her tenderly while she begged for him to be aggressive sexually. She wanted it hard and fast from him, but something told her that he would tease her into omission until she was under his spell and doing it the way he wanted.
She laughed lightly as the next flash of lightening lit up the sky and thought how it happened between them really did not matter. She just knew how aggressive she was sexually, how hard her appetite was to appease. Marc seemed like the man to do the job, but would he allow her to dominate the sexual desire between them, just to be relieved of a contract.
It did not matter how it happened for her just that it did. It was an expensive game of foreplay, but when it came right down to it, it was not about the money. It was about him begging her for mercy and her sweet revenge that somehow turned ultimately into utter Desire.
The doors opened and out poured the Briddle team of lawyers shaking their heads with disbelief, followed by her team of female lawyers dressed to kill in seductive office attire. Yes, she only hired female lawyers and yes, she paid extra to have every single one of them look the part of a seductress. It was part of her offensive plan.
As she watched her lawyers smiling and laughing, obviously enjoying the victorious win, Cassandra had to wonder where was Marc.
The rounds of congratulatory handshakes went out to her as the meeting room cleared out while the darkened skies continued with its electric dance light show. God, how Cassandra loved a good electrical storm. It left her charged with energy and even now; she felt on top of the world. She just needed to see Marc's expression and continued to wonder why he did not come out of the boardroom. Was there a back door exit she had not noticed before?
As the last female lawyer on her team shot her a fist pump before heading down the hall to the bank of elevators out of the line of sight from where she stood, she had to know. She took one last quick glance in the mirror to check her hair and makeup when he came into view in the reflection of the mirror.
He leaned against the tall oak door with a relaxed look. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his starched white dress shirt was open a few buttons. His navy blue jacket rested on his arm, and his dark-brown hair looked as if he had run his hands through it enough times to tell, he had not seen her moves coming. A new thrill filled her with success as she realized that her darkest desires stood there in the reflection of the mirror, and she was about to change the game plan.
As she turned away from the mirror to look at him directly on, his light-brown eyes sparkled with mischief. "At your disposal Cassandra. By the way, I did not see that coming." He pushed off from the door and walked towards her. As he did so, her breath hitched and her nerves energized. She felt herself shiver at the sexiness the man radiated.
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soon as he got within handshake range, his big strong hand reached out to shake hers with a congratulatory handshake while his voice dropped to a daring sexy tone of seduction. "I am all yours to do with as you please. I look forward to working under you."
She stared for a moment at his hands, and a flash of inspiration crossed her imagination. Those strong hands of his were spreading her legs with a slow easy tease as she nakedly begged out for him to lick her between her legs. A huge breathy sigh escaped her lips before she could resume her control. She watched his eyes enlarge as she did that, then she allowed her hand to meet his for a congratulatory shake. It was in that moment, that sparks ignited her core with liquid passion.
"It was nothing personal Marc. I just thought you might want to remain on, under me of course, until we've got things just how we like them." Her grey eyes sparkled with mischief, and her mulberry colored lips curled upwards into a seductive smile. She was back in control. Their hands dropped, but he took a step closer to her as his hand raised to a loose strand of hair that fell out close to covering one of her eyes. He tucked that strand behind her ear as the touch of his fingers grazing her cheek caused her to hitch her breath. As much as she wanted to remain in control, she was quickly losing it to this desire to have him any way she could. Even if it meant he would be the one in charge.
The moment he spoke in his deep seductive voice with his hand slowly pulling away from her face, she could easily have dropped on her knees and begged of him for anything more. "Oh, I think it's personal alright, but now that the deal is done; I find myself very intrigued by the idea of being around you day in and out. I could learn a lot from you, with business that is. However, if you're interested, you could learn a lot from me."
Cassandra swallowed hard, while Marc took that final step within her space. His right hand slid up her bare shoulder of her sleeveless navy dress. With one unzip, one pull of the fabric over her shoulders, the dress could fall to the floor, and her navy lace bra would show how truly excited her nipples felt.
She finally spoke with a weak breathy sound. "Is that so?" She wanted to challenge him, to remain in control but something told her that his suggestion that she could learn a lot from him had nothing to do with business and everything to do with his sexual expertise. She was certain at this moment; he was right, but she felt a small bravado build as she spoke up with confidence in asking him. "Care to expand on what I can learn from you Marc Briddle?"
His left hand stroked into her long brown hair as his eyes sparkled and his smile curved into the most devious of smiles. "I think I will just show you." He spoke out just before his lips dropped to hers in a slow tender kiss, a sample of what was to come.
She found her hands had quickly clamored against his back and hair to feel his body pressed against hers. A soft moan of desire escaped her throat as his tongue opened her lips and began to caress the inside of her mouth with a tender perusal of her passion.
She found a moment to push away, and she did so with force, almost forcing him to take a full step back.
"Is this some kind of trick, ploy, to get me to release you from the contract, because I won't. I've worked long and hard for this, and you Marc Briddle will remain under MY control." She practically shouted out the word 'my' as she watched a smile cross his face.
He took a step forward and bent down to one knee as he took her hand and kissed it gently on top. "And I will remain under your control. Ask for what it is you want, and I will deliver. Don't be afraid. Let me show you ways that you've never dreamed of."
She felt the electricity of his kiss to her hand travel through her body. He was not talking about business; he was talking pure carnal sexuality with desires fulfilled.
She paused and then looked him in the eye before answering. Her voice held confidence, but her heart felt weakened by his intense sexy gaze from his eyes. "Stand up, Marc. We are almost equals here in the deal I made you. I just felt..." She paused. Could she really tell him the real reason she kept him on, the reason for which he suspects and is correct in assuming so?
She watched him stand, just before he picked up his suit jacket, he dropped long ago. He took a sideways glance up at her after looking down for a second. "Stop the games Cassandra. You and I both had some kind of attraction from five years ago. This business transaction was only an excuse mixed with a lot of revenge. On your part, I might add. If you want to keep it business, just say so. I, on the other hand, would like to devour you into submission. Perhaps for my own control out of all of this, but mostly because that kiss just proved that I have more attraction for you than I have for any woman. If you want me to leave and see you in the office on Monday, I will. Otherwise, if you change your mind, I will be at my home."
He turned and began to walk out of his own office as she felt her body tense with fear. Was this her only moment to ask for what she wanted? Could she let him just walk out right now with the amount of sexual desire trembling in her body, aching for his touch? "Wait." She cried out.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her with the same desire he had before but only with a small amount of rejection was showing on his face.
She knew she had to speak up or all will be lost. "It's true. I wanted revenge for your father firing me, but it built up to so much more every time I saw you. This desire, this urge to have you and now that I've touched you, tasted you... I want you and nothing more."
He looked at her with an apprehensive smile. "So you do want me, but you wanted revenge against my father." His jaw clenched, and a glare extruded from his eyes with an irritating passion.
She turned herself towards a large brown leather chair and plopped down as if all her control and game washed out of her and exhaustion just took hold. She was a strong competitive woman against so many out there in the corporate world, but right now, she was putty in his hands.
She spoke up with a breathy exhaustion after looking defeated for a moment and then up to him. "Yes. Buying into your global division was part of my revenge plan, but it quickly grew to the smartest business move for both of us. I had heard that ever since your grandfather passed, your father really did not want anything to do with the company. That you had your hands full, and I saw two opportunities. One to buy you out completely in two years after handling your global sales and two was rather personal since that time we saw each other two years ago, and you apologized for firing me and congratulated me on a very successful business. It was that hug you gave me that told me this went way beyond my own revenge. This was sexual satisfaction at its finest, and I think I just blew it."
He smiled as he walked back to her. He knelt down in front of her, dropped his jacket again and set his hands on her bare knees. "You didn't blow anything. Let's forget about business tonight. Tonight, you tell me what you want, and I will make it happen. Tonight is about you and me fulfilling our desires. As you are not the only one who has fantasized about taking this all the way."
She looked at him with caution. Had he really wanted this passionate meeting to happen all along as she did or was he just playing along to satisfy his own needs. At the moment, his hands began to slide up her thighs and push her navy dress up; she didn't care. She just enjoyed the way his strong hands felt as they slowly caressed upwards until his fingers were at the top of her navy silk panties and trying to slide them down.
The moment they hit the floor, and her dress was up around her waist; his hands were gently easing her ass forward until he could spread her legs wide. He looked up at her with a smile after glancing at her immaculate canvas and grazed his fingers across her already wet and ready lips. "I think we're both excited. You first." His husky voice begged out.
She smiled at him and let her hand stroke his dark-brown hair, as his face began kissing the inside of her thigh, then his tongue lashed out at her pussy, and she moaned with delight.
"Oh Marc, yes like that." She pleaded out as her fingers had intertwined into his hair. She rested her other hand on the leather side arm of the ch
air, wanting nothing more than to have his cock in her hand but the amount of pleasure his tongue was bringing to her core as he slowly licked and sucked, pulling her clitoris in his mouth with his sucking and then releasing with a lash of his tongue, was exquisite. Slowly, she felt the spread of her vagina with his fingers. His strong fingers were not slender, and she felt a clinch of reaction at his size.
"Yes, like that. I want your cock Marc. I want to feel you in me." She begged as his fingers slid in and out slowly, methodically with purpose and stride, while she wanted nothing more than for him to bang her hard with his cock.
She felt his hands go under her ass and lift her further off the chair, and to his mouth as he looked up at her with a smile in his eyes and his mouth full of her pussy. It was a delectable vision that she had fantasized about many a times. She felt herself exhale a huge puff of air as a shiver ran through her body, her hand still encouraging his head to stay right where it was while her voice pleaded for his cock.
"I want you Marc. I've always wanted you. I want to see your cock sliding in me. I want to feel the size of you stretching me. Good lord, do that again. What you just did."
Suddenly, her voice fell silent to the humming of her moans as she felt her hands pressed on either side of the chair's leather side arms while he lifted her ass up a bit more. He pressed his face in harder as his tongue dipped into her pussy with soft gentle strokes along the full length of her and then back into her with his tongue. When his mouth finally stopped the stroking and latched on with suction to her clitoris, she shattered with an orgasm that convulsed through her entire body.
The soft gentle kisses of his lips against her inner thigh slowly brought her back to the moment she was just in. For a second there, she was shattered into a euphoric haze of afterglow, and the reality that he was just that damn good to her pussy with his mouth, how would he be in all other positions? The thought illuminated into several clashing fantasies and desires that this not end here tonight; this must carry on. Now that she has had him, she wanted more of him.