Risky Gamble

by Vivian Ward

Cool as a cucumber, she is; but that's all right because I'm hard as one right now. I like this sudden change in her.

  "So, you mean to tell me that you're not here to dig up dirt? To find out a story? To write about the club?"

  Her eyebrows narrow as she leans back in the chair, tipping her head back and she laughs. "To get a story? What are you talking about?" she asks.

  "I'm talking about the fact that you write for The Gateway Times, Allison," I say, using her formal name. Right now I mean business.

  "So?" she asks, wincing as I use her full name. Turning her head, she watches me walk behind her.

  "You mean to tell me that a little journalist wouldn't come here under the guise of an employee to get a story?"

  "I don't know what you're talking about. I took a job working for you because I need the money. You saw me working in the flower shop with my friend. If I were going to come after you for a story, I wouldn't have been packaging up stupid flowers until late into the night to pay off my bills."

  "Then why haven't you signed the non-disclosure agreement?" I ask her. "You've filled out all of the rest of the sheets. Why not that one?"

  "I thought I did," she huffs.

  Her breath smells so sweet. Like mint gum. It wouldn't smell that sweet once I deprived her body of oxygen. The smell always changes when there is a significant oxygen depletion.

  "No, and I brought another copy down to you, which you have yet to sign. Let's cut to the chase," I say, leaning down next to her ear. "Why haven't you signed it yet?"

  "I've been busy and forgot. You just said yourself that I have two jobs. It's not like I've got a lot of free time on my hands, you know."

  "Tell me," I hiss. "What do you do at The Gateway Times?"

  "Well, right now, because I'm an intern, my editor has me working on shitty articles. I'm covering the Mardi Gras parade, and then I'll work on the Irish festival for St. Patrick's Day."

  Standing up straight, I walk over to my filing cabinet and open the top drawer where I keep all of my paperwork. "You want me to believe that you're just here for extra money? And that you're not going to publish a story about me or the club?"

  "Yes," she rolls her eyes. "I didn't know it was a crime to work two jobs to get out of debt."

  I watch her eyes as her fingers slowly begin to rake through her ponytail.

  "Ally," I say, pulling out two sheets of paper. "I think there's more to the story. There's always more to every story, isn't there? I mean, any good journalist knows that, right?” I smile at her, making my way back over to my desk. Standing beside her, I place the documents in front of her. "I want you to sign both of these."

  "Both of these?" She questions. "I thought you wanted me to sign a non-disclosure agreement? That's only one document," she says, picking up the papers.

  Grabbing her by the wrist, I cease her attention and cause her to look up at me. And there it is, that electrical pull that I feel with her. Her eyes are magnetic, and I can't look away from them.

  "There are two non-disclosure agreements," I begin to explain. "One for the club, and one for me."

  "One for you?" she gulps. I watch a small lump disappear down her throat and immediately wish it were my cock.

  "Yes, one for me. There's something about you, Allison Hart. You might be my employee right now, but I want so much more with you."

  She knows exactly what I'm talking about. I know because she doesn't question it. Instead, she licks her lips again and asks, "What do you mean?"

  "I mean that I want to play a little game with you, Ally.”

  Picking up a pen, I push it into her hand and place my hand over hers as she looks up at me. Those giant chocolate stars are growing bigger by the minute. I can only imagine if they might bulge like this when I choke her.

  Chapter 12

  Ally

  His touch is all I can focus on. His strong, dominate hand overpowering mine, pushing the pen into it.

  I swallow as I look into his eyes which are completely fixated on me. My heart races and the deafening silence in the room begins to slowly turn into a light buzzing sound.

  Looking down, I immediately see a long, raised impression in his crotch.

  My. Fucking. God.

  If that's his cock, it's fucking massive. My mind begins to picture what it would look like, and then I start to think about how it would feel.

  Glancing back at it, I bet that thing would split me in two. He would completely wreck me.

  Licking my lips, I turn my eyes away from him, trying to hide the lust that's been brewing within me for the past week, but I know he can see it written all over my face. It's as though he can see right through me. For some reason, I feel like he can read every thought that enters my mind. No, scratch that, I know he can.

  He hasn't taken his eyes off of me since he found me in the voyeur room. I've felt his stare since the moment he said my name.

  Thinking fast, I know I can't sign these and need an excuse to buy myself more time. "I can't sign these," I say, letting his hand still cup mine. "I need to read them over before I sign anything."

  Without another word uttered between the two of us, he grabs my face and begins kissing me. Raw, passionate, and possessive, his tongue dances with mine as his hands become entangled in my long, dangling ponytail.

  Colton is bad news and I know I should tell him no, push him away from me, but I can’t. My body won’t let me. The sexual tension has been there since we laid eyes on each other, and I can’t help myself.

  My entire career lies on this one gamble; the man who might make me or break me—in more ways than one. It’s hard to resist him. His hands electrify every nerve ending in my body, his lips breathe every breath into my lungs, and his cock….well, his cock might just awaken a part of me that I never knew existed.

  I know how dangerous he is, or that's what Jenna told me, but in this moment, I want to offer myself to him. I've thought long and hard about what she said that night.

  "Colton Kaswell takes sex very seriously, and he loves taking things to the dark side. It’s not just a light spanking or a few handprints on the ass. It’s bruises that don’t let you forget what he did for days.” I couldn't stop listening to her as she went on. “I’ve also heard that he’s not easy or gentle when he’s fucking someone. Anal or not, he doesn’t care. He takes things to a whole new level.Or he chokes you so much that you pass out, but he doesn’t stop fucking until he is finished."

  Her words run through my mind as he dominates me, stepping in front of me and lifts me out of my seat, never daring to take a hand off of me. Like a puppet, I succumb to his command and up I go.

  “Wait,” I say. “We shouldn’t be doing this. I mean, me—,”

  “You want me to stop?” he says, whispering the words into my ear, letting me feel his hot breath dance along my neck.

  My panties are practically disintegrating. “Colton,” I manage to say.

  “Ally,” he growls, running his hand between my legs. “You know you want this.” His cock brushes across my thing as he grinds his hips into me.

  Unable to keep my hands off of him, I reciprocate by resting my fingers on his shoulders as we continue to kiss, my fingertips making their way to the nape of his neck as I begin to run them through his hair.

  With one swift movement, his arm clears everything on the desk before he grabs me and sets me on top of his desk. With my legs spread open, I snugly wrap my legs around his body as he begins to unzip my leather jumpsuit.

  The sound of my zipper racing down the slider drowns out the soft moans that escape each of us as they fill the room. While he helps me out of my hot, sticky leather jumpsuit, I reach down and cup his manhood—or try to, at least.

  He's so big that my hand can barely fit around the outline that's so prominent in his slacks. Unzipping his pants, I reach inside the opening and pull his cock through the slit of his boxers.

  "Ohhh," he moans as I get it out and begin stroking it. "Lift up your ass," he demands as he beg
ins pulling my leather suit down.

  Embarrassment flushes through me because I know that the minute he touches me between my legs, my wetness will betray me. He's going to know just how bad I want him.

  Slowly, his fingers trail up my waist as he reaches around my back and unclasps my bra. The moment he slides it off my shoulders, my nipples become erect. Leaning down, he firmly plants his mouth on them and begins suckling each one of them until they become perfect cones that he can roll and pinch between his fingers, but he's not done tormenting me yet.

  His tongue begins to trail down my stomach, running along a trail that leads all the way to the top of my white lace panties. Hooking his finger in the top of them, he slides them off of my freshly shaved pussy. Instead of using his fingers to begin playing with me, and to feel my wetness, he immediately uses his tongue to begin pleasuring me.

  Lapping at my juices, his stealthy tongue steals my breath as he slowly and deliberately traces every single fold and finds my clitoris. One perfect stroke at a time, I can feel the pressure of his hard tongue firmly pressed against me with each passing, bringing me closer to orgasm.

  His expertly skilled tongue sends me into a frenzy, and before I know it, I'm leaning back, enjoying every second of him between my legs. With my elbows firmly planted against the expensive mahogany wood desk, all I can see is the top of his perfectly styled brown hair with my spiked heels resting on his shoulders.

  "Fuck," I whisper, almost breathless.

  "That's it, baby," he says. "Come for me."

  I'm so close, almost there, but not right there.

  Not until his fingers make their way up to my wetness and he inserts one while he eats my pussy. His thick finger makes its way inside of me and begins to work voodoo that I've never experienced before, sending me into overdrive.

  The second my back arches, he knows he's got me. Increasing his movement, his finger begins to work faster and faster until I'm moaning so loud that anyone standing outside his door would be able to hear. He's relentless and continues to keep up his rhythm as he increases the speed of his tongue to match his finger.

  That's all it takes to push me over the edge and I begin coming on his face. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through my body as he continues manipulating me, his little puppet. My thighs squeeze together, unable to take much more, and I frantically push his face away, begging him to stop.

  But he refuses to listen.

  On and on he goes, flicking my sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue until it becomes numb. Within a few seconds, the numbness goes away and he slightly turns his finger, repeating the motion that just pushed me over the edge. It's only a matter of minutes before I feel that same wave of pleasure rippling through my body, but this one is stronger, more intense.

  "Jesus," I call out. "Fuck, Colton."

  I’m dying inside as I come at his command. The feeling of another man giving me an orgasm—one that I have no control over—is the best damn thing that I’ve ever experienced. All these years and this is what I’ve been missing out on?

  Holy hell.

  He lets me ride this one out on his tongue until I push his head away, and it's only then that he stops to look up at me with an enormous grin on his face. His mouth is covered in my juices. They glisten in the light as he smiles at me and uses his hand to wipe from his face.

  "You taste as good as what I expected. Probably better," he says, sticking his finger into my mouth, letting me taste myself on him.

  "Mmm," I moan as I suck his finger clean.

  Reaching between my legs, I grab his erect cock and begin to guide him inside me as soon as he slips his condom on. With no warning, he shoves his entire length in me. His girth threatens to tear me apart, but he doesn't stop. There's no time for adjustment or accommodation because once I've given him the okay to be inside me, he takes complete advantage of it and forces his way in.

  The fullness of him being in me is overwhelming but I welcome every second of it. Every single inch of it.

  Employee/employer relationship aside, this man is a complete animal. One who I intend to let fuck me thoroughly because something—someone—this good, only comes once in a lifetime.

  Chapter 13

  Colton

  She drove me completely crazy playing hard to get when she tried telling me no after I already had her propped up on my desk. I thought my head was going to explode—both of them. Ally’s been all I’ve thought about, day and night, there was no way I was letting her go.

  She feels like a fucking dream come true. Her tight little pussy gripping my cock should be enough to make me come on the spot but a true man can always control his orgasm, and I fully intend on enjoying every fucking minute with her and I'm nowhere near done yet.

  Not even close. I will have my way with her—every which way—until I decide I am finished.

  Leaning her back on my desk as I pull my cock half-way out of her entrance before thrusting back into her, I watch her perfect breasts bounce. It's impossible not to touch them. Those long, hard nipples of hers beg to be sucked on, which I eagerly oblige.

  I can feel her breath on the tip of my ear as I bite down on her nipple, and it drives me insane. It sends miniature electrical pulses all the way to the tip of my dick, and I can feel the pre-cum leaking seeping out of me. Standing back up, I take my position between her legs and try to continue watching her breasts, but all I can focus on is her neck. Her long, beautiful neck.

  She feels so amazing that my seed threatens to spill, but I begin concentrating on her breathing. Counting each breath she takes, watching the expansion of her neck when she inhales and the constriction of it when she exhales. If it's possible, my cock gets even harder at the sight of her neck.

  My mind begins to race as I think about choking her.

  Making her pass out.

  Without realizing it, my hand instinctively makes its way up to her throat and I don't notice it until the palm of my hand is firmly planted against her neck and her eyes grow wide.

  Looking down between her legs, I allow my hand to rest on her throat—which I probably shouldn’t—as I focus on watching my cock work its way in and out of her. She has the most perfect pussy I've ever seen, and maybe the wettest, too.

  She wasn't fooling me. The instant I dove between her legs, she was so fucking wet that I was shocked she hadn't already come. I avidly licked up every single drop; it was like sweet nectar that my life depended upon.

  The loud slapping sound of my balls echoes around the room, muffling our moans as I continue penetrating her. Lightly, I begin testing the waters and gently squeeze her neck to see how far I can take things. With each passing second, I squeeze just a little more.

  Harder and harder, until her hand wraps around my wrist and grips it tightly, pulling it away from her neck. Disappointed, but respectful, I remove my hand from her throat and wrap it around her back, pulling her closer to me as I fist her ponytail, using it as leverage.

  Inhaling her scent—both the smell of her and our sex—is intoxicating. Her loud moaning in my ear as I continue fucking her drives me closer and closer to orgasm. It isn't until I pick up my pace and force myself deeper inside of her until there's no more room left for me to go and I bottom out, unable to go farther that her moans begin to change.

  Her hot breath hits my neck as her breathing becomes more sporadic and I can feel her tightening around me as she begins to come on my cock. Demanding a bigger orgasm from her, I use my hand to reach between her legs and press my thumb against her clit, rapidly stroking it back and forth. She begins to explode, coming completely undone, as I force her to orgasm harder than she has all night. The pulses that grip my cock send a jolt straight to my core.

  Unable to hold back, I feel my balls tighten as they retract into my body, spilling out rope after thick rope of semen into her. After the first shot, she welcomes my cum by tipping her head back and opens her legs farther, allowing me to penetrate her deeper until I've completely emptied my balls insi
de her.

  Sweaty and breathless, I hold onto her for a few moments longer until we both somewhat regain our composure. It wasn’t as dirty as I would have liked it to be, but fucking Ally was the hottest thing I’ve done in a very long time.

  Stepping back, I slowly pull myself out of her and watch her ragged breathing.

  For the first time since I’ve met her, I realize that I was able to control myself even though I tested a limit or two to see how far I could take things and how rough I could get with her.

  Taking off my condom, I discard it in the trash before putting my cock away. I zip up my pants while I watch her shimmy her way off my desk as she redresses herself and attempts to straighten her hair.

  “There’s no way you’re going to fix that,” I laugh as I tuck my shirt in. “Your hair is completely fucked.”

  “That bad, huh?” she sighs.

  Her freshly fucked face, those blushed cheeks and pouty lips scream, “Fuck me again!” I can’t take my eyes off of her beauty.

  “Yeah, you might want to forget about it.”

  “I can’t leave with my hair like this. Everyone will know what we just did.”

  I mull over her words, “Everyone will know what we just did.” But the real question is: Do I care?

  But I know what she’s saying. It wouldn’t look good if people knew what I did to one of my employees in my office. Nodding, I say, “Maybe you should take it down. Get rid of the ponytail.”

  Smiling, she does just that and lets down her long, wavy hair. Strands of caramel cascade down her back and over her shoulders. She’s absolutely breathtaking.

  The two of us begin picking up everything that was thrown to the floor during our heat of passion. “I’ll have to straighten all of this later,” I say. “Don’t worry about trying to organize it.”

  “Okay,” she says, blushing as she chews her bottom lip.

  Grabbing the NDA’s from the floor, I hand them to her. “Here are the forms that you need to sign.”