Undersold

by B. B. Hamel

  “Yes,” I moaned back.

  “Good girl. Rule number three,” he replied, and slid a finger inside of me. I let out a little gasp of pleasure. “You will come only when I say you can, and never before. You must always have my permission.”

  I let out a deep moan as he slid his finger back toward my moist clit.

  “Yes, Mr. Green,” I said. I could feel his smile against my neck.

  “Very good. Those are your three rules. Now, I think you owe me something.”

  I took a deep gasp of pleasure then I pushed him gently away, and started to undo his belt buckle. I pulled it loose, undid his pants, and slipped my hand inside to feel his large hard cock. I was surprised at the stiffness of it already, pressing against his underwear, and he grunted his pleasure as I stroked it through the fabric.

  We kissed again, and I kept stroking him until I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t need to, because he already felt like granite in my hand, but I wanted to make him as hard as I could. I started to pull his pants down, and he unbuttoned his shirt buttons. I crouched in front of him, pulled his underwear down, and took his rock hard shaft in my hand. He looked down at me, eyes full of lust, as I ran my tongue along its length, root to tip.

  “That’s right,” he growled quietly as I took the tip into my mouth and ran my tongue along its bottom. I could feel myself grow even wetter as I tasted his juice, and I slid my lips down deeper along his length. I looked up at him and our eyes met, his burning with pleasure and desire. I took him as far as I could and moved back up, running my hand around the length as my lips moved. He groaned his pleasure, and pulled his shirt off. I reached up with my right hand, my left hand wrapped around him still, and ran my fingers over his chiseled abs. His muscles rippled, perfectly sculpted and shaped.

  His cock was rock hard in my mouth as I moved up and down along it. His hands ran through my hair gently, but didn’t press me down. He let me do the work, as I sucked and ran my hand along him.

  “Come here,” he grunted, and pulled me up to meet him. Our lips came together and his tongue pressed hard into my mouth. He moved me toward the bed, turned me, and bent me over its edge. I let out a small ah as he lifted the hem of my dress and pulled my panties down, and unzipped the back of my dress. I could feel his fingers cover my mound and find my swollen spot, and waves of pleasure rolled down my body as he rubbed my clit and ran his other hand through my hair. I reached out over the grey sheets and grabbed tight as I felt myself aching for him.

  As he continued to work me with one hand, I heard the other open a drawer. Then an absence of him, and the noise of him ripping something open. I looked back, and raked my eyes down his perfect bare chest. He finished rolling, and leaned himself over my length. I could feel the pressure of his strong frame, and smell his body, the aching in it.

  “Remember what you said you wanted?” he whispered in my ear. It was all I could think about. I moved my hands from above my head and crossed my wrists behind my back.

  “God, yes,” I whispered back. I felt his strong hand take my wrists firmly. I relished the pain of his grasp as I felt the tip of his cock against my soaking cleft. He pressed himself deep inside of me. I arched my back and neck and let out a loud moan as pleasure and pain mingled itself inside me. He filled me completely, in a way I’d never felt before, and he rocked his hips slowly at first. I moved my own hips against his, and he rocked back and forth, thrusting into me slowly. The pressure of his hand against mine, and his other hand on my hips, made me groan. He pulled on my hands and pressed deeper, again and again, fulfilling my fantasy and filling my body in a way I had needed since I first saw him.

  His hand on my hips tightened as he thrust harder and deeper. I could hear him grunting, his hands tense and loose against mine with each movement, and I bucked my hips against him to take every inch. He matched my pace as he filled me.

  As our speed peaked and he thrust into me roughly, he suddenly slowed, and leaned over me. I felt his breath against my neck and in my ear.

  “Now that you’re mine, you’ll do as I say,” he whispered.

  “Please, Mr. Green,” was all I could say.

  He moved out of me. I turned around and slid up onto the bed, legs spread open.

  “I love when you call me Mr. Green,” he growled at me.

  He climbed up onto the bed, his bare body covered in bristling muscles, and his cock a hard rod between us. He grabbed the bottom of my dress and helped me pull it off. He kissed my neck and lips and I ran my hand over his shaft. I undid my bra and pulled it off as his lips moved down my throat and onto my chest. His tongue and lips and teeth played with my nipples while his hand found my swollen clit again and teased me.

  “You have such a perfect body,” he said softly. He kissed every inch of my chest, up and down my neck.

  I was soaked through and aching for him to fill me again. I couldn’t think of anything other than his hard cock inside of me, his arms above me. I could feel the weight of him pressing on me as he kissed my lips softly, then harder. I bit his lower lip, and he grunted his pleasure. He rocked his hips back, and suddenly I felt his cock press inside of me.

  “Take every inch of me,” he whispered.

  I grabbed onto the muscles of his back as he moved faster, his hips grinding against mine, thrusting deep inside of me. My spot was a beacon of pleasure sending signals all along my body. He moved faster, a single slick motion of detailed joy, and kissed my neck and chest as he worked.

  I felt his hips and body shift, and the pleasure intensified. “Yes, right there,” I said. He started moving his hips and grinding himself into me. I took the full length of him, and felt myself building toward climax.

  “Do you want to come for me?” he whispered in my ear.

  “Yes,” I moaned back.

  “Ask for permission.” He continued to thrust and grind into me, and I could barely think.

  “Please let me come, Mr. Green,” I managed to say, breathless. He continued to thrust deep into me.

  “You have my permission,” he whispered, and I felt a jolt strike through my core.

  He lifted my arms above my head and pinned my hands down, firmly but gently. His eyes locked into mine as his motions got faster, harder, the good roughness as he pressed into me, and I felt my orgasm come on. It hit me slowly, at first, and my muscles and neck tensed, and then it washed over me in waves and I came on his hard cock. The normal tense block of self-doubt in my chest suddenly melted away underneath his strong arms and hard body. I moaned loudly, and it rolled through me as his cock filled me, and I felt his left hand grab my hip and his right hand tense over mine as he thrust harder. He grunted and his face twisted with pleasure as he pushed himself deep into me, and as my orgasm faded, his body stiffened, and he climaxed.

  He let my hands go, and relaxed. The glow covered us both, and I felt calmer than I had in years. I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me softly on the lips and neck, and stayed inside of me. I didn’t want him to part from me, not ever, and in this moment I couldn’t imagine anything else, being anywhere else, with anyone else. His perfectly toned body, the slowly softening, but still-hard feeling of him inside my core, it was a moment I could never let go of.

  We spent the rest of the night like that, alternating between waves of sweating pleasure and easy, comfortable down time. I had never been with a man like that before, going from one session to the next so easily, but he never seemed to get enough of me.

  And every time I came, I made sure I asked for permission.

  14.

  We made things official between us the next morning. He was the one to broach the topic, and although I didn’t think we needed to have the conversation, he wanted to make sure there were no questions between us. It had to do with his need for clarity and rules, which I understood.

  At work, our relationship continued more or less unchanged. I stayed on my app, and worked on developing it, while he lent his guidance and easy charm to the process. Shane love
d to jokingly remind me how I was working under him both at work and at home.

  We endeavored to keep our relationship a secret at all times. Sometimes he caved, and invited me back to his office for no reason other than to kiss me, but we never did more than that. He said he was afraid of being caught, that it would be very bad if anyone knew about our relationship. Not only was he afraid for both of our privacy, but also he was afraid that our boss-worker relationship would cause ethical issues within the company.

  Keeping it a secret was actually pretty fun at first, and lent every moment we spent together with an edge of excitement. It was a forbidden pleasure, in a lot of ways. We snuck glances and messages, and saw each other most nights after work, unless he was staying late. I got to know his old colonial house very well, every nook and cranny of it, and he even stayed a few nights at my apartment.

  I couldn’t tell my family, and I didn’t. Not even Darcy knew, even though she was constantly asking if I was seeing anyone. I didn’t know how, but that girl had some kind of sixth sense for when I was seeing a man. It wouldn’t have been my choice to keep her in the dark. Darcy was the most trustworthy person in my life, but Shane insisted, and I didn’t want to betray him. I said I would follow his rules, and I did. Despite all of the secrecy and stolen moments in his office, it worked between us, and those first two months were the happiest two months of my life.

  “Did you hear the good news?” Linda asked me one afternoon, her head poked around the divider. I was used to this by now. At least once a day, Linda had some information or rumor to share.

  “What’s up, Linda?” I said, pushing away from my computer.

  She wheeled around the divider. “I hear Mr. Green is going on vacation for a week, coming up.”

  That was true. We had planned on going away together as a sort of celebration.

  I just shrugged, while inside I wanted to tell her how we were going together. “He works hard, I guess he deserves a vacation.”

  “Weird time to go, though. I wonder what it’s for.”

  “Not everything is a conspiracy, Linda.”

  She laughed. “Maybe! Or maybe it is, and that’s what they want you to think.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll start bringing in the tin foil hats in that case.

  “Perfect. Got to keep those mind reading rays out of our brains.”

  I checked the time, and realized I was late to a meeting with Shane. “Speaking of Mr. Green, I have my usual meet’n’greet with him. Gotta run.”

  “How’s the project going?”

  I stood and gathered my things. “It’s been going well. He’s been such a huge help.”

  “I’m sure he has!” Linda said, laughing. She winked and rolled back to her side of the divider. I hoped she wasn’t reading into my constant meetings, but knowing her, she definitely was. That was fine, since she was known as a huge gossip, and I doubted anyone took her seriously. Still, I was worried she’d start a rumor about Shane and me. It was a small consolation that I know she’d lose it if she ever knew what was really going on between Shane and me.

  I walked down the hall and went toward Shane’s office. On my way, I smiled at Janice, and she smiled back.

  “Go on in, Amy. He’s expecting you.”

  “Thanks Janice,” I said, and pushed the doors open. He was sitting at the side table already, papers spread around him. I closed the door behind me, and went over toward him. He didn’t look up as I approached. I touched his back and kissed his neck, and he nearly jumped out of his seat.

  “Woah,” I said, and laughed.

  He looked up at me. “Sorry. You surprised me.”

  “You alright Shane?” He looked tired, more tired than usual. There were bags under his handsome eyes, and his usual energy seemed to be leaking out of him in waves. I knew that there were issues in other parts of the company, but I hadn’t realized how much of a toll it was taking on him.

  He waved his hand dismissively. “I’m fine. There’s just a lot going on, but I’m handling it. How are things with you?”

  “Things are fine. Should we do this meeting another time? You’re busy, and my project isn’t exactly that important, if we’re honest.”

  He shook his head. “No, some time with you is exactly what I need.”

  I went to take my seat, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him.

  “Oh, Mr. Green. So forward, what will everyone think?” I said with mock surprise.

  “Miss Woodall, don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed me. Noticing you.” He had a big grin on his face.

  I put my hands on his chest. “Remember the first time you had me in here?”

  “How could I forget?”

  I gave him a sly smile. “I never paid you back for that.”

  “And what do you mean, paid me back? I thought we were even,” he said, but his face suggested he knew exactly what I meant. I put my bag down and slowly got onto my knees in front of him.

  “Nothing special, Mr. Green. I just thought I could help you relax.” I unbuttoned another button on my blouse and let him see the light pink lacy bra I was wearing.

  “Miss Woodall, are you sure this is work appropriate?”

  I gave him a mock pouty look, and unbuttoned another button. “I’m not sure.”

  “I guess we can make an exception,” he said, his eyes locked on my chest. I loved making those flint eyes stare at me. The way he looked made everything else in my life melt away, and my confidence came out in spades.

  I reached out and unbuttoned his belt, unfastened his pants, and pulled them down around his ankles.

  “Miss Woodall, this is entirely unexpected.”

  “Please Mr. Green. I just want to help you relax.” I reached out and stroked his cock, which was surprisingly hard already. I unbuttoned another button on my blouse as I ran my fingers along his length.

  “If you insist,” he said, his voice husky with pleasure.

  “I absolutely insist.” I slid his grey boxer briefs down his strong thighs and down around his ankles, and looked at his large, hard cock. He shifted his hips closer toward me, and I took his shaft in one hand, and unbuttoned another button with the other as I stroked him. I could feel him harden even more in my hand, massively stiff and aching.

  “You don’t look relaxed yet, Mr. Green,” I said.

  “You’re doing a good job,” he groaned. I licked the palm of my hand and spread the moist along his shaft, working slowly up and down, root to tip. His hands grasped the rests of his chair as I finished unbuttoning my blouse.

  “Do you like this?”

  “Yes,” he whispered, and stared at my breasts. “You’re doing perfect.”

  I worked him faster.

  “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes, it’s exactly what I want.”

  I leaned in close to his cock and ran my tongue gently from bottom to top, teasing him.

  “Are you sure, Mr. Green? I want to stay professional,” I said.

  His eyes were hard with passion. “Take my cock in your mouth.”

  I had to obey. I leaned forward and sucked the tip hard and slid it slowly into my mouth letting my tongue run around its bottom. I let a little moist spill from my lips into my hand as I trailed it behind my mouth, up and down his length. He stiffened, his whole body tense with pleasure, and he groaned as I sucked him hard. I pulled it from my mouth with a pop and locked eyes with him.

  “Are you feeling any better yet, Mr. Green?”

  “You’re doing a satisfactory job,” he said as I kept stroking with large cock. I moved forward and gently licked him root to tip again, and took him back in my mouth. I continued moving up and down, hand and lips stroking him, and he ran his fingers gently through my hair. His fingers tensed as I alternated force on the tip, and the slight pressure and pain made me soak through my underwear. I could taste his juice, and knew he was getting close as he growled louder. I moved faster, tongue running along his length, hand working his shaft.
I moved forward and took as much of him into my mouth and throat as I could, and he growled and moaned in response.

  “Yes just like that, take my cock,” he said, voice all timber, as I continued to suck the tip and stroke his shaft. “I want you to swallow me,” he said, and I moved my mouth and tongue faster, hand working up and down, and his body stiffened. I tasted his cum fill my mouth, warm and salty, and I let it slide down my throat. It was so easy to swallow for someone you cared about, I realized, and it felt natural to take his seed into my throat. He came hard, his whole body wracked with pleasure, and I took every inch and ounce of him into my mouth and throat, swallowing easily. When he finished, I licked gently to clean every bit of him I could, and swallowed what was left.

  I looked up to him and his mouth was hanging open, the perfect lips parted in a post-orgasm glow. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, mouth open and tongue against mine. I realized then how much I wanted him, even when he was already inside of my mouth. I wanted more of him. I breathed his smell and taste, the salty musk of his cum still on my palate, and I wanted more, I had so much of him but I needed more.

  “That did the trick,” he said, and leaned back into the chair. I helped him slide his boxer briefs back on.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said. I was already planning on how I’d get him hard again soon.

  As he leaned down to grab his pants, the door opened.

  We both turned our heads, shocked. I was kneeling in front of him, helping him move his pants back up his legs, and framed in the doorway was Janice.

  At first, I thought maybe she didn’t have a clear view of what was happening. But I knew that wasn’t true from her face, the surprise melting into an awkward grin.

  “I’m sorry, uh, Mr. Green. I’ll come back,” she said, and turned.

  “Fuck,” Shane said quietly, and pulled his pants on. Janice moved out of the room and closed the door.

  “Fuck,” was all he said, over and over, as he buckled himself up and stood.