Temporary Temptress
By: Sylas Alexander
Published By: Sylas Alexander
Copyright © 2014 Sylas Alexander.
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“Looks like they'll be hiring someone new soon,” Hannah chimed while eagerly watching her former coworker clear off her desk. The three women carefully glanced atop the cubicle once more as the desk became less cluttered.
“He really hasn't had much luck lately,” Danielle replied, “this has to be the third assistant this year”. They all attempted to muffle their laughter, knowing all too well their boss' history with his assistants. “Maybe even Sierra will have a turn”.
Sierra Bell's face instantly began to glisten red, which only made her friends laughter echo louder out of their cubicle.
“Aww come on,” Hannah said, “I'm sure he'd love a shy brunette for a change”.
Danielle unfastened the top button on her blouse, revealing an ample amount of cleavage, “And you know he always goes for someone well endowed”. It wasn't that Sierra hadn't humored the idea before, she had spent many nights alone in her studio apartment hot with the idea of becoming her boss' personal assistant, she just had difficulty professing her emotions to a man in a position of power.
Douglas Real Estate for which they all worked wasn't exactly a multimillion dollar industry, but their boss Aaron Douglas had founded the company and poured his life into it. Now a quite respectable and wealthy business owner, Mr. Douglas had developed a taste for a female assistant who could be responsible for all of his needs.
As the women continued to flirt with the idea of promoting to a more liberating position, they didn't notice the man in the navy blue suit approach behind them. He cleared his throat to gain their attention.
“Mr. Douglas!” Danielle exclaimed nearly failing out of her office chair. “We we're just getting ready to start in on that open house before you...”
“No need,” he said in a deep, soothing voice. “We all need breaks now and then”. Hannah smiled as she looked away at a defeated Hannah, returning quietly to her work. “Ms. Bell,” he continued, “as it happens I have no one to pick up a coffee for me and I'm a little swarmed in the office. Could you head downtown and get that for me?”.
If she hadn't already been blushing, Sierra's face would have turned an even deeper shade of red. She quickly nodded a soft smile and stood, her eyes meeting with his. The two pools of hazel she became fixated on almost seemed unreal, they shimmered brightly under the fluorescent light and seemed to dance mischievously as he smiled. He was an incredibly handsome man in his mid thirties, tall and muscular, toned from many long nights spent at the twenty-four hour gym. His midnight black hair was combed slightly to the side and rested neatly above his brow.
“Ms. Bell?”, he said. “Are you planning to stand there all day or run that errand for me?”. Sierra realized that by now, both her friends and her boss were nervously watching her stand immobile in the middle of the cubicle.
“Oh! I'm sorry,” she quickly said, “I'm right on it”. She grabbed her jacket and quickly left the office. It was nearly a mile walk to 39th Street and the nearest coffee shop so she set a brisk pace, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk, echoing in the cool September afternoon. She cursed herself for being so ridiculous, standing and staring in a complete daze while she could have been making a name for herself in the running for new assistant.
It wasn't the money which was a driving factor for the job, although working as a temporary secretary at a real estate agency didn't exactly offer a life of luxury, but rather the daily opportunity to look at Mr. Douglas' stunning figure. She slowed her pace and began to imagine herself leaning across his desk, her breasts nearly falling out of her low cut top. He would be staring at her just as she had stared at him, eyes slowly unbuttoning her shirt as his manhood began to throb with excitement.
She longed to lean in towards him and whisper into his ear, “take me right here,” and gasp with lustful pleasure as he picked her up with his large, muscular frame and place her delicately on his mahogany desk. He would rip her clothes off with complete irrelevance towards them until he left her naked and exposed, her body glistening with sweat and anticipation. She exclaimed as she continued her walk, feeling her body shifting into the realm of primal passion. If only she could show him how she felt, if only she could take control of the situation.
The office was beginning to become scarce by the time she arrived clutching a lukewarm spiced pumpkin latte. The hallway towards Mr. Douglas' office became a tunnel as she swallowed harshly, building the courage to complete her errand. She forced her legs to move forward as they screamed for her to turn back. Her hand tapping on the wooden door made her heart leap and a lump develop in her throat, but it was too late.
“Come in,” the deep voice she knew all too well bellowed. She opened the office door and gracefully stepped into her bosses office. Mr. Douglas sat behind the great mahogany desk which she had only explored in her fantasies. He was no longer wearing his suit coat, but merely a tightly fitted white button up. Her eyes traced every inch of his shoulders, carefully admiring the cut muscles that made up his entirety.
“Didn't think you were coming back,” he joked as she jolted back to reality. “How much do I owe you?”
“Oh no, no, it's fine,” she stammered as she inched closer to her desk. She could smell his cologne now, lingering subtly as it danced around the room. It wasn't strong, but very masculine, a dominant musk which made her burn with desire.
“Well you're far too sweet,” he said as he stood to accept the drink. As Sierra began to hand him the coffee, her nervous trembling fingers betrayed her again and the warm, milky beverage slipped and collided with the top of the desk. She couldn't breath as soon as she felt the drink splash back covering both herself and Mr. Douglas' pristine white shirt.
The brief moment of tense awkward silence dragged for what seemed to be an eternity before Mr. Douglas spoke. “Ugh, looks like I won't owe you for that coffee after all”. Frozen in fear and embarrassment, tears began to roll down her cheek. “Oh, please don't,” Mr. Douglas said as he rushed around the desk and placed his hand upon her lower back. A jolt of excitement raced through Sierra's body. His large, strong hand resting gently upon her back made her gasp sharply. “Why don't you take my jacket for now and I'll throw your shirt in with my dry cleaning”.
She could hardly believe what she had just heard. As she watched, he began to remove his stained shirt, revealing an even tighter fitted v-neck shirt, rippled with hints of what lay beneath. She slowly began to remove her shirt as well, not wanting to further upset him and all the more wanting to push him farther. As her black blouse fell to the floor the reveal a red bra patterned with black floral, it was Mr. Douglas who was taken aback.
She waited patiently for him to say anything as he nervously glanced at her chest. She tried to swallow, but her mouth had gone completely dry. It was her chance though, she had to tempt fate and make her move. “I think,” she barely squeaked, “I think my pants got a little wet too...”. She motioned towards her waistline to begin to remove her belt when a hand caught her arm so hard it made her almost scream.
Her eyes fell deep into his hazel stare once more, but the dancing pools she knew so well had become dark and piercing. A primal glare that cut right through her, making her body quiver with excitement. “Let me,” he said sternly, as he began to remove her belt. She quickly placed her hand upon his chiseled chest, intoxicated by his dominance and the
scent of his body so close to hers. He quickly whipped the belt off her petite frame, whirling it back to his side with a loud crack on his desk.
She nearly jumped as a bolt of passion ran through her. Her hand effortlessly slid down his body until she had a firm grip on his rock hard cock. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against hers and his tongue piercing her mouth. She nimbly undid her pants with the proficiency of an experienced woman and slid her firm round ass out, breaking away from his kiss only to turn and press her backside against his dick.
In a flurry of lust he grabbed her and bent her over against his desk, pressing her still covered breasts hard into the top of his desk. His large, strong hand crashed against the bare side of her ass. She let out a small scream of shock and ecstasy as the sting of his hand set in. Her pussy was wet, nearly soaking through her red g-string and it ached to be filled with his being. Mr. Douglas wasted no time, he grabbed the elastic string which held the small piece of fabric to her waste and ripped it off, throwing it across the room without care. He quickly dropped his pants to the floor, and inserted his long, hard dick into her.
She moaned with passion as he filled every inch of her sex, his penis sliding effortlessly into her dripping hole. He skillfully removed her bra with his left hand, keeping his right firmly planted on the side of her ass. Reaching up her thin, perfect figure, he cupped the side of her breast. “Fuck... me...” she moaned intensely. He clamped his fingers hard around her nipple, pulling roughly as he thrust himself deeper into her. The sharp pain only excited her more, causing a moan of passion to jolt from within her.
He playfully grabbed her hair, pulling just slightly enough to tilt her head back so she could see their form in the glass pane of the window. Her boss' strong, toned body had become one with her own. He began to thrust harder and faster, effortlessly sliding his glistening penis into her, filling her with long suppressed desires. Every since he first offered her a temporary position within his company, she wanted to be in this position. Pressed hard against that mahogany desk as her boss fucked her hard from behind.
Sierra reached back in between her legs to play with the tip of her clit. She rubbed slowly as the passion began to overtake her. She bit down hard on her lip, trying to prolong the moment she so longed for, but orgasm took her, rocking her body into an uncontrollable heap of lust. In her ecstasy, she could feel Mr. Douglas filling her with his hot cum, thrusting forcefully now to ensure that every last moment between them would count. He lay himself on top of her back, panting and covered in sweat he gently leaned forward and kissed her.
“I... Oh my god...,” she gasped.
“I know. I've wanted that for a long time”.
His honesty made her turn bright red with embarrassment. She never in her wildest dreams could imagine that he felt the same way about her. Mr. Douglas slowly removed himself from her, bringing forth another small chirp of excitement, and walked flat footed to retrieve his clothes. Sierra remained on the desk soaking in every ounce of the moment. She felt fulfilled as well as highly aroused. If the sex alone wasn't enough to make her teem with excitement, the thrill of the kinky act she just performed completed her.
“Ms. Bell,” Mr. Douglas began again assuming his deep but soothing work tone, “I've got an open house tomorrow on Euclid Avenue, I was wondering if you would accompany me”.
Sierra instantly felt the moment she was lost in crumble around her. “Um,” she hesitated, “Sure. I guess I can do that”. The blunt nature of business seemed awkwardly out of place in the steamed passion of his office. She felt betrayed, used like just another piece of ass when all she wanted was the assurance of his love.
“Easy as that then,” he chimed, “I'll see you tomorrow around eight”. With that he finished buttoning his shirt and slung his coat jacket haphazardly a top his shoulder and strolled out of the office, leaving Sierra naked and forgotten on the mahogany desk of her dreams.
The next morning Sierra could hardly concentrate on her work. As the other women in the office buzzed continuously about the excitement of becoming Mr. Douglas' new personal assistant, she already knew the pain which it brought. She focused adamantly on her spreadsheet. At least he had taken the day off from the office to focus on the open house tonight, that at least gave her some peace and privacy to continue her work.
She couldn't help but be reminded of the betrayal she felt. In her naivety, she felt like a silly school girl chasing some fantasy. She knew he would never love her, that she would be no more than a one night stand, but she had played the fantasy through so many times in her head she hoped things might have been different. She realized now that all she wanted was his affection. Of course the sex was incredible, possibly the greatest act of passion she had ever experienced, but she would trade it all to wake up next to him each morning and look longingly into those hazel eyes.
Still there was something to be said of the memory they shared together. Even though it was only one torrid act of lust, nothing had made her feel more empowered as a woman. She had control over him for that brief moment. The power of her sex was something she had only read about in erotic books, but the thrill of acting out on her ambitions was more than she ever could have imagined.
As the night grew closer she felt an uneasiness within her. After the way she was left in the office the other night, the last thing she wanted was to put on her best customer first smile and pretend to laugh and joke with Mr. Douglas. Going from seeing the ravenous sex fiend that he truly was to a proper business man over night would be difficult to overcome, but she knew she must swallow her pride and put his business first. After all, her budding career would in the long run be more important than a one night stand which satisfied her basic most desires.
As she pulled into the recently remodeled Victorian on Euclid Avenue, her hopes of an aspiring career diminished even more. The open house seemed to be a complete bust, with only Mr. Douglas' black sports car in the driveway. She turned off the ignition to her own vehicle as she sat foot on the concrete. The house looked dark and entirely unwelcoming. She realized why her boss always seemed so dependent of an assistant, it would take every bit of a woman's touch to turn this night around into a success.
She opened the new white door and peered inside. The interior of the foyer was light only by candlelight with a trail of red rose petals leading towards the kitchen. The lump in her throat grew proportionately as her mind began to process what was happening. She closed the door softly and took a deep breath as she followed the exotic trail.
The house was magnificent, a trademark to Mr. Douglas' ability as a realtor, but it was completely empty except a man uncorking a bottle of wine at the kitchen table. Mr. Douglas' poured the wine into a glass with a sly smile. The spread was immaculate, a hand prepared dinner for two by candle light. She was unaware that her legs were driving her forward, absentmindedly refusing to break eye contact with her boss.
“I wanted to show you what you truly mean to me,” he began, “I've never felt this way about anyone until last night”. His words echoed as she could hear her own heart beat. She moved forward, not saying a word and grabbed the end of his tie, pulling him towards her lips. Her body suddenly remembered what a trained and passionate kisser he was, as he gently returned her advance. Mr. Douglas gracefully brought the glass of freshly poured wine up to separate them. “You deserve only the best,” he said bringing the glass to her lips.
She gladly accepted the wine, a fruity but dry white which tickled her nose as she drank.
“Please my dear, sit down”. She willingly complied. Mr. Douglas refiled her glass once more and poured one for himself before placing the wine to chill in a small bucket. “I hope you don't mind that I kept dinner a bit light, I want you to save your energy for later”.
Her heart began to race even faster. She smiled now, an honest smile knowing that this was her real fantasy. She had never been pampered like this before. After a long string of men in her life who refused to treat her with the dignity and r
espect she longed for, she know felt completely comfortable before the man she despised only hours before.
“Why didn't you tell me,” she inquired reaching for a red, ripe strawberry.
Mr. Douglas smiled and became suddenly fixated upon his glass. “I didn't know how,” he answered. “I've never wanted more from a woman than just sex. You're different though. I spent the entire night wanting to call you, to tell you that I was sorry. I just couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to admit that I was wrong. I just wanted to show you tonight”.
His honestly cut through her, causing her to nearly shed a tear as his masculine stern face blushed with embarrassment. She could feel a passion building from within her that rivaled the lust she felt for her boss the night before. Not only was this man kind and gentle, but he knew how to please her desires. She fixated her stare upon him, not breaking eye contact as she lifted another strawberry to her plump, eager lips. Her tongue circled the berry, causing a shift in Mr. Douglas' honest and somber mood.
“Take me,” she whispered, “show me how much you really want me”.
The candles cast a silhouette of Mr. Douglas' frame as he stood from his end of the table and slowly began to stalk towards her. His brief moments of honesty and purity were quickly engulfed by hunger and desire. He placed his hand on her shoulder, slowly pushing the strap of her black dress down towards her arm. She could feel herself getting wet, her womanhood longing for him to fill her once more.
Mr. Douglas suddenly lifted her from her chair, roughly placing her on the kitchen counter. She gasped with excitement, underestimating the strength and yearning of her partner. He began to remove her dress, revealing a solid black laced bra. She could feel his penis growing hard with passion and she reached out and grabbed it firmly, causing him to moan with excitement.
“Let's go upstairs,” he purred, “I want you to be comfortable, this could take awhile”.
Sierra immediately obliged, leaping into his strong, muscled arms as he carried her petite frame out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom. He laid her down on the red satin sheets, slowly kissing every portion of her aching body. As he reached her navel, she could feel desire burning within her, a desire to show him how much she meant to her as well. She ran a hand through his perfectly managed dark hair and stopped him.
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