by Ava May
“Here we go,” she said to herself as she walked into the building. She ran her fingers through her wavy hair as she rode in the elevator wondering if she had gone overboard with her outfit: a soft white sleeveless blouse she had tucked into her navy blue pencil skirt and a pair of shiny black stilettos.
“Oh damn it,” she thought when she saw Zachary already in his office. “It is only eight.”
She placed her purse on her desk slowly and wondered if she should go into his office. She wanted to straighten things out. She wanted to lay all the cards on the table but she just didn’t know how to do that. She was still having a battle of wits when Zachary looked up and saw her.
“Miss Sullivan,” he said with a smile. “Would you come in here, please?” he called. She took a long, deep breath and slowly walked into his office.
“Good morning, Mr. Cohen,” she said in a soft voice.
“Good morning,” he said as he looked up at her. “Sleep well?” he asked and she nodded.
“Very well, thank you,” she said in a soft voice.
“Good. I have…” he started to say before she suddenly blurted out what was on her mind.
“We need to talk.”
Zachary looked up at her.
“All right,” he said as he leaned back in his chair. “What about?” he asked.
“What about? The Hamptons, that’s what,” she said trying hard not to raise her voice.
“What is there to talk about? I wanted the beautiful woman I took to The Hamptons and she wanted me,” he said as if that was the most normal thing in the world. She opened her mouth to speak but she just couldn’t think of anything she could say that didn’t make her sound like a complete moron.
“I need to know whether I still have my job or not,” she suddenly said. “Don’t sugarcoat anything. Just tell me if I have the job or not.”
Zachary shook his head and forced out a laugh.
“What? Why do you keep asking if I am going to fire you?” he asked.
“Because you took me to another state on my first day at my job. Because you had my cum all over your fingers on my first day of work.” She took a step forward. “Because I know that I am your third secretary this year.”
Zachary pushed his chair back and stood up before he walked up to where she was.
“I know that you had the other women reassigned to avoid the legal paperwork,” she said in a soft voice.
“Where are you getting your facts from?” he asked taking a step closer, and she in turn took a step back.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said in a whisper. He took another step forward and slipped an arm around her waist before she could take another step back.
“Those women…” he took a long, deep breath. “Luxemburg Building penthouse,” he said as he looked at her. “Meet me there in ten,” he added before he took a step back.
“Why?” she asked turning around to look at him.
“Fine, we will talk here,” he said as he walked to the door and closed it before he drew the blinds. He then walked back to where she was and looked at her. “Those women were hired because the HR manager interviewing them at the time was more interested in their bra size than what they could actually do and I made my move on you because for the first time, I chose my own secretary.”
“You chose me?” she asked and he nodded.
“Yes, I asked to see the applicants’ files and I settled on you,” he said. “And the trip to The Hamptons was purely professional but the kiss and everything else was all me. I wanted it to happen.” He looked at her and pulled her closer to himself. “I wanted you, Taylor, as much as you wanted me.” He was whispering by now. She gasped when she felt his hands slowly going down her back to cup her ass. “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask,” he said as he got one hand under her hair to hold her neck. He lowered her head and kissed her softly. “Do you want me to stop, Taylor?” he asked in a low voice.
She could feel his warm breath on her cheek as he gently brought his hand up to hold the side of her face.
“Tell me,” he said again as he brought his head lower and lower to kiss her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips ready to feel his own. She was breathing slowly as he kissed her softly. He was gently pushing her back as he pressed his lips into hers. She was moaning into his mouth as his hands ran all over her body.
“We can’t do this here,” she said in a soft voice when she pulled away.
“Why not?” he asked as he began undoing the buttons on her blouse. “It’s not like I am going to get into any trouble with the boss,” he added. A smile played on his lips as he looked into her eyes. “I want you Taylor Sullivan and I am going to have you right here,” he whispered as he leaned in to brush her lips with his. “Right now.” He was now undoing the last button of her blouse. She looked at him as he gently pushed it off her shoulders. She slowly began loosening his tie and she had barely pulled it away when he suddenly pulled down the zipper on her skirt and pushed it down her hips. He was looking right into her eyes as the skirt gathered around her feet. He pushed her down his couch and kissed her neck slowly working his way down to her tummy. She was breathing hard as he pulled down her panties exposing her shaven mound to him. He gently caressed her thighs as he knelt in front of her before he lowered his head and began kissing her knee, slowly working his way up her thigh and finally to her hot core. She leaned back on the couch as she felt his tongue running up and down her slit, making her wetter than she already was. She held his head against her pussy as he licked her out. Her breath had been reduced to slow gasping breaths as he went on. He would thrust his tongue deep into her tasting her salty depths. She wanted to explode when he pressed his finger on her already distended clit as he licked and thrust into her. She was squirming on the couch as he ate her out. She knew that she was close, so close that even she couldn’t hold back if her life depended on it. He pulled away from her and looked up.
“Don’t hold back on me,” he said in a whisper. “I want to taste you.” He went back hard, kissing, licking and sucking. She let out a low moan as she emptied herself into his mouth. What she didn’t see was that he had unbuckled his belt and was pushing his down his pants, releasing his cock. He pulled away from her pussy and got on his feet. She pulled herself up and looked at him as he laid his weight on her. He kissed her softly and she could taste herself on his tongue and lips as she felt him lingering at her opening. She wanted to pull away and beg for him to go slow but she never had a chance to. He had already pushed himself into her. She gasped and tightened her grip around him as he pulled out and then pushed into her again. He was stretching her out, filling her every fold.
“Baby, you are so tight,” he moaned as he began moving in and out of her.
Taylor was surprised she could take his whole length in since he was one of those thick and long men. She was shuddering as he pulled back and pushed back into her. It was almost too much for her. She clawed at his back as he began working his way into her. He was fucking her in long slow strokes, each time going deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he went on fucking her, claiming her pussy over and over. She held a fistful of his hair as he rest his head on her shoulder. She moaned when she suddenly felt him pull away from her pussy. She looked at him as he pulled back, forcing her to unwrap her legs from him. He then got on his feet and took her in his arms before he walked her to one wall. He pinned her against it and entered her again. This time, she didn’t have a choice. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting into her. She nibbled on his earlobe and moaned softly as he thrust into her harder and deeper. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her second orgasm and he knew it too because she was tightening up on his cock.
“Slow down,” she begged as he fucked her even harder. “I’m so close. Please slow down.”
“I’m close too,” Zachary said in a gruff voice. He had now become like a battering ram trying to take down a wall. His pelvis was slamming har
d against hers so fast that he was literally knocking the air out of her mouth. She suddenly tightened her grip around his waist as she felt herself exploding. And it was all the encouragement he needed to let loose. She shuddered against him as she felt him coming apart inside her.
“You are mine, Taylor,” he said in a whisper. “You are all mine.” Her only response was to kiss the side of his face.
“Why am I so weak around this man?” She wondered as he carried her to the couch. He kissed her forehead when he gently laid her down. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Tonight. Luxemburg Building,” he said with a smile and she nodded.
“I’ll be there,” she said in a whisper.
THE END
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Ava May
Knocked Up by the Doctor
Dr. Glen Marrone stood and stared at the destruction he’d wrought. He’d sped toward the front doors at the screech of brakes, just like any other doctor would have. A fender bender, nobody was hurt, but he’d had to check. Melissa had gone outside with her phone, ready to call 911. He’d heard something falling from the front desk, but he hadn’t had the time to see what he’d done.
“Shit!” Melissa’s purse had fallen open, discharging all its contents. Pens, her wallet and...what was this?
He picked up a book, staring at the cover. A woman in chains, a lurid title. “Bound for Pleasure.” Interesting! He had no idea she was into this.
Glenn stroked the cover the book, wondering what he should do about this new development. He had no idea Melissa was so interested in this sort of thing, or what kind of interest it was. Was it mere curiosity over the new and trendy thing in literature, movies, and, in some cases, real life?
She could join the club then. BDSM. Melissa, his mild-mannered nurse, had seemed rather virginal. He wouldn’t have expected her like these books, even if they were all the rage these days. Not that many people understood BDSM, real lifestyle or scene BDSM rather than what some authors wrote. It was something that Glenn and his friends the club laughed about sometimes. When they weren’t cringing about that stupid movie or worrying that innocent people might get caught in situations they had no knowledge to overcome.
Above and beyond all that, he needed to think about what to do about this. Glenn found Melissa very attractive, but he didn’t think they had much in common outside the office. She was younger than him, by about 10 years, and while she got along with everybody in the office, there was a certain quietness, and a certain distance between them that seemed to go beyond professional courtesy.
She was also a girl with curves to spare. It's not that he didn’t like curvy girls, but he’d never actually been with one. Outside of doing scenes at the club with one of the curvier regulars, and while those had been good, he had never wanted to date anybody he done a scene with. This might just change, with Melissa in the picture. Provided of course, that this wasn’t just a passing fancy on her part.
He watched Melissa come back in, gave her a little nod and a smile. “You did well out there,” he told her. She’d rushed out seconds after the screech of tires, phone in hand, and he’d joined her a minute later. If there had been any actual injuries, her speed might have helped to save the day. As it was, her consoling manner had set the nervous people to calmer.
Melissa looked from him to the spilled purse, and her face reddened, first getting a little bright around the ears and then going right down to her cheeks in a natural blush that no makeup could possibly compare to.
“How do things look out there,” he asked trying to distract her. “Are they calm and settled? Any idea why they hit the pole?”
“I think that everybody’s going to be okay,” she said trying to gather up all her things.
He gave her a little smile as he realized she’d picked up a personal hygiene container, he hadn’t seen one of those for a while. Sure, he knew that women carried them in purses but hadn’t expected to see one at work. And that wasn’t even likely to be the thing that caused her the most embarrassment.
Melissa’s her eyes tracked to the book, the very same book he held in his hands. She made a grab for but he pulled away shaking his head with little smile.
“That’s mine,” she exclaimed and he could tell that she was both nervous and embarrassed.
“Yeah, I know. But I was very curious about it. I thought you would read one of the Shades books.” Glenn arched a brow, giving her a little wink. “You realize that those books have no basis in reality.” He wasn’t commenting on the one he held; he had no basis to compare that one yet.
“I really have no idea,” Melissa said. Her face was bright red. He’d never seen her so uncomfortable before, though it was a cute human moment for his very quiet nurse. Glenn wanted to relax her, to put her at ease.
“Melissa, it’s okay. There are many people into this lifestyle, and if you’re one of them, I’m never gonna judge you.” She arched a brow at that, and it was clear that she didn’t quite know where to go with what he was saying to her. He handed her the book, resting a hand on her shoulder before he pulled away.
“Melissa, if you really want to learn about that lifestyle, we’ll talk.”
Her eyes widened and she looked at him, assessing him. “Exactly what you mean?” she asked. “Are you coming on to me, Doctor?” Her eyes flashed fire for a moment, he saw the spunk inside her. Oh, this was good. This was very, very good.
“No, Melissa,” he said softly, causing her to lean in. “I’m not coming on to you. This is not a sexual harassment issue.” He regarded her steadily for a few minutes, waiting for her to speak. When she didn’t, he found that he was very impressed with how much composure she had in this situation.
“Melissa, it may come as a surprise to you, but this is my lifestyle. I don’t like the popularity that that book is brought to my life, and to my friends. There are things that are very, very wrong about it, and people are getting hurt. At first it seemed as if it was a bit of a passing fancy, something for people to dip their feet into before going elsewhere. But now, now there are innocent people doing things that they have no business doing and getting hurt in the process.”
Melissa watched him, her expression was inscrutable. Finally, she spoke, “I just read the books, Doctor,” she said meeting his eyes for a fleeting moment, before looking down. “This isn’t my lifestyle. This isn’t my life.” She emphasized the “my” and he gave her a little smile. She had no idea that she was broadcasting her interest, regardless of what she said.
“Melissa, I’m a student body language. Whatever you say, your actions are speaking louder than words. If, and I repeat if, you’re interested in exploring this, together or alone, I can help you get through it.” He leaned in, brushing her hair off her shoulder and gave a little smile. “I’ve been there before, Melissa,” he whispered. “I know what it is like to train somebody. If you want to be trained, or if you just want to explore the lifestyle, I’m your man. It will never interfere with our working life. You think about it, and you tell me if you’re interested. If not, I won’t say another word to you.”
Melissa couldn’t quite believe what was happening. First, there was the car accident, thankfully only a fender bender. The people inside, an elderly couple, had been a little shaken up, but they had not wanted her to call EMS. Then, she’d returned to the office to find her purse was open, disengaging all of her personal items onto the floor. It hadn’t been bad enough that her feminine products had been ly
ing out there for anyone to say, but that book, her current favorite book, had fallen out, too. Dr. Glenn had held it in his hands stroking the cover, an unconscious gesture. She had a feeling that he had no idea he was broadcasting his own body language cues, and expressing his interest to her, whether he intended to or not. Not that she had ever considered that he was a student of BDSM. But now that she knew, she was driven crazy with thoughts of him wielding a whip, handcuffing some beautiful young woman, exerting his will over strangers. Dammit, she wanted that to be her.
Melissa stuffed her book, and her other things, back into her purse trying not to blush, resisting the urge to fan herself, but only barely. She’d work for Dr. Glenn for a long time now, six years, and change. In that time, the entire office staff and turned over several times. They were the only two who had stayed. And they formed an interesting bond, not quite friendship. Not quite boss and employee. It was somewhere in between, a gray area of professional respect and personal lines drawn for the betterment of their working bond.
And as such, she was never quite sure how to approach the doctor. Sometimes they were friends, and he would dispense advice about boys, men really, and other times there was a distance between them. Like when Rose, his former girlfriend, had left the country. Dr. Glenn had been very quiet that, and Melissa had known how to get him out of his shell. Since they were the only consistent employees in the office, she felt a responsibility to keep the office running smoothly, even though that wasn’t her job. They had a very capable office manager, who was at lunch right now, thank God. Cathy would have been all over this if she’d seen what was happening. Heck, she probably would have live blogged it to her friends.
The office was rounded out by a very part time receptionist and a medical biller, both young and just out of college. They wouldn’t stay, Melissa knew that.