by Alyssa Clark
Like I was a fucking teenager again.
So, I caved.
I picked up my phone and I sent her a text message. There was a sense of relief that came with reaching out. It was enough for me to finish up the paperwork that was involved in the Owen’s settlement. Honestly, it was something a secretary or a paralegal could do, but I was still fresh meat in the office, and I figured it would be best to do it myself.
It was half an hour before I heard my door open. When no one spoke up, I looked to see Allen Franklin taking up the entrance to my tiny office. My pen paused, and I just looked at him, waiting for him to say what he wanted from me. He just glowered at me, like I had done something to him.
What the fuck did I do to him? Irritated, I put the pen down and sat back. “Did you need something?”
I waited for him to respond, but his face merely darkened. He turned and left my door, leaving me confused. Something must have happened between him and Angela, though I couldn’t imagine what that would have been. I also didn't want to. The idea of her having sex with him twisted something up in my chest that made it hard to breathe.
I doubt if I asked her she’d give me a straight answer either.
I eyed my phone, it had been quiet since I sent the message her way. Though it had only been about an hour at most. I was beginning to regret sending it now. The lack of attention I was getting made me feel vulnerable in a way I didn’t like. It felt like I was giving power to her by feeling this way. I didn’t like giving her power at all, the idea of submitting just for the sake of a hint of affection was madness.
People did this regularly. People paid her for this treatment, I told myself. Hell, I’d done it at least twice, and here I was willing to do it again for--for what? Just because I saw her again didn’t necessarily mean I would get to fuck her again.
It was a damn shame that you couldn’t unsend text messages.
I reeled in the thoughts that had run away with me and went back to work. I didn’t get far. It was maybe thirty, forty-five more minutes of monotonous paperwork before my phone lit up. I glanced at it, expecting it to be something unimportant.
‘When can you get here?’ was on the lit up screen. By the moment I could comprehend who it was the phone’s screen went black.
She finally got back to me. I should give her a taste of her own medicine. I should make her wait. It would help me save face since I reached out to her first.
I didn’t make fifteen minutes before I picked up my phone and started to give her an answer. Only, I didn’t know how much time I had. I looked at the clock, it was after three. I had two hours before it was professional to leave. I looked back down at what I was charged to do versus what I wanted.
This was a bad decision. But I didn’t care. “Fuck it,” was the best way I could put it. I sent her a message in return, knowing that if she didn’t specify an alternate location she was at her ‘office.’
‘I’m on my way.’
I clocked out on the computer, the smart thing would be to stay on the clock and just keep the lights on in my office. But I had a feeling Franklin would come back into glare at me again. I could get in trouble either way, but I’d prefer a write up due to leaving early versus being fired for riding the clock.
I was salary, with bonuses for lucrative wins, but working hours were still monitored. Wentworth, the man that started the firm, was adamant about watching the clock. He didn’t want you on it if you weren’t working, regardless of your position in the chain of command.
I made an effort to get out of the office without being seen. My absence wouldn’t be noticed until Franklin decided to pull his shit again. I found my car in the garage, and I sped out of there. Anticipation urged me to go faster. The only issue was traffic laws, getting pulled over would eat into my time to see her. Getting pulled over might even prevent this from happening.
It took a frustratingly long twenty minutes to get to her office; another ten to find a spot to park. I was so keyed up that I barely had it in me to restrain my want. It didn’t help that she was seated in her ‘lobby’ wearing a silky robe and heels that had dangerous spikes on them.
This want was mutual, I saw that when I opened the door and stepped in. Her eyes darkened, and she sat forward just enough for that robe to fall open so I could see the curve of her breasts. The only thing that kept me at the door was the memory of waking up alone.
Did I really want to repeat that?
“Do you disappear when we’re done here, too?” Anger was burning through my lust faster than I was prepared for. I wasn’t mesmerized by what she presented now. My stomach twisted with rejection. She had used me then, I wasn’t going to let her use me now.
“Is that what you wanted to see me for?” Her brows went up, and she seemed to drop the sultry air she had before. “You contacted me, to see me. Are you really going to waste my time for your hurt feelings?”
Waste her time? Really?
Why did I fucking come out here for?
I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t bother stifling the disgust I felt, I turned and went right back out the door. Fuck it, I wasn’t going to get tangled up in it.
I didn’t even manage to get out the door before my jacket was tugged backward. I felt her fix between my shoulder blades and I was amazed by just how quick she was ... especially in heels.
“Why are you trying to make this something it’s not?” Her voice was hard, and she gave my jacket a tug, wanting to pull me back inside.
I was tempted to shrug out of my jacket, take the power back from her. Instead, I went with the motion of her tugging. I wasn’t facing her, and I took some solace in the fact she couldn’t see my expression. All of this was making me feel vulnerable in a way I was uncomfortable with. “What do you think I’m trying to do?” I asked, trying to keep myself even and my voice hard. “Follow up on what’s obviously mutual attraction?” I hazarded a look at her over my shoulder, her blue eyes were narrowed at me but still so expressive. She knew what I was talking about, I knew that the moment I saw her at the hotel room bar. “But if I’m wrong, fine. I’ll go, which I was trying to do. Only someone stopped me,” I looked back at the glass of her door. “I wonder why?”
“You’re not the kind of man I’m looking to have a relationship with,” her tone was gentle. That was surprising. “I’m not looking for a relationship. This is what I do to make a living.”
“Might want to tell Allen Franklin that,” I shoved my hands into my pockets. Rejection was a bitch, I shouldn’t have bothered with this. I shrug my shoulders and lean forward, trying to get her to let go.
“And you’re just going to leave like this? You come out all this way and now you’re going to go with nothing?” She gave me a harder tug as if she could get me away from the door.
“Why bother with this?” I turned to face her, making her let go. “I’m not into this, and you know it. Why let you humiliate me when I’m not going to get anything out of it?”
Angela looked like she was going to argue with me. Her mouth opened before she seemed to give into something. She reached behind me and I heard the metallic click of the lock sliding into place. Her expression changed, “If you’re really intending to walk away, might I offer you a parting gift?”
I never thought I’d be irritated by the offer of sex. But, there was irritation, it was hot on my neck in the same way it had been when I woke up alone. But there was also lust hot on its heels. That’s what she worked with, I didn’t know whether or not she instinctively knew what buttons of mine to push or if I was just that receptive to her.
“I don’t,” I stepped away from the door and used the advantage of my height to force her to step back. She didn’t give me much though, she edged back just enough so that even with her looking up at me she still managed an air of dignity and command. “Want to play in your playroom,” I nodded towards the door that led towards where she toyed with depravity. “If I do anything with you now,” I leaned down as if I were going to give in
, like I was going to kiss her. “You’re not going to spank me.”
Her lower lip came out quick, there was a huff that came out with that point, and I heard her stomp a foot. “Oh, come on,” she didn’t even bother containing her temper. “It’s not that you don’t like it,” she started to wag a finger at me like she was scolding me. “I know you do, every time I have spanked you, you were so hard it took little effort to make you cum. Don’t act all high and mighty just because your little alpha ego was bruised.”
Alpha ego?
I snorted and folded my arms across my chest. I made sure that if she thought me an alpha that I would exude that air of superiority as if I were one. “No spanking,” I said simply, and I waited to see if she was going to cave in. If she wanted me enough to give up on the prospect in favor of just sex.
I watched as she worked out how she was going to get what she wanted from me without getting that one bit. She stepped away from me and went to the door I had motioned to, “Fine. I won’t spank you. But, I am the boss here. We will fuck.” She shoved the door open, “But it’s going to go the way I want it.”
“You’re under the false impression I want to fuck you still,” I threw at her. I wasn’t necessarily having second thoughts about her being in charge. I just knew that this parting gift wouldn’t help my situation in the least. It would just leave me wanting more.
“Oh, it's not a false impression,” the confidence in her voice told me she knew just what she was doing to me. She held the door open to the back of her office space and stepped into it.
She shot me a look, and without much concern for the what could be seen from there, she shrugged out of her robe. I could see the leather corset and the strip of fabric that just barely covered the crack of her ass. There were no stockings to go with this, but boots that came up to her knees and left a beautiful stretch of creamy thighs open to my view.
Fuck me. She was right.
I couldn’t help, but follow her as she led the way. I was apprehensive, while she had agreed to not spank me I didn’t think to eliminate everything else off the table. I didn’t think that far ahead, but I still followed her.
She led the way to the same wrought iron bed that she tied me to last time. The memory of her lips around my cock was thrilling, but I felt the need to put my foot down on the other things she had done. I stopped her when she started to undress me. “You will not put anything into me,” I glared at her.
I got another pout, but she went right back to undressing me. She pushed my jacket off my shoulders and loosened my tie. “You need to be more honest with yourself. That was a hell of an orgasm, and you know it,” she didn’t sound at all apologetic. “All I did was put my fingers in your butt.”
The nonchalant way she said it made me cringe. There was truth to her words, but it didn’t mean I enjoyed hearing them. I caught her hands and I forcefully stopped her, “You will put nothing in me.”
Her lips curled upward, and she made no attempt to pull away. “What about my tongue?” she hummed as she leaned closer. She went as far as to swipe it across her bottom lip, distracting me.
I could think of a few things that I wanted to be done with her tongue. One of them, since she was so close, I decided to demonstrate to her. I closed the distance and caught her bottom lip between mine. I mimicked the path her tongue had taken with my own before I got caught up in the taste of her. It escalated from there, the way she had been undressing me with the professional air she usually carried faltered in favor of the kiss. It only seemed to grow in intensity.
I couldn’t understand how she couldn’t feel the connection I did. My heart felt like it was thumping a mile a minute in my chest, I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. All of it going south as my cock started to throb for attention. Somehow, she managed to work buttons free on my shirt, and before too long she had it shoved off my shoulders until it got caught in my slacks. We pulled apart, and I tugged the linen out of my slacks before wrestling with my belt.
This was less about dominance, there wasn’t any display of power that I could tell. It seemed like want and needs had become more important than just being in control. She didn’t stop me, she let me finish undressing. Her hands explored and traced the lines on my exposed chest, making muscles twitch.
My slacks hit the floor, and I kicked off my shoes without care, everything was forgotten in this moment. She directed me to the bed, we both sat still tangled in a kiss that I was truly enthralled by. I let her lead without thought, giving in as she pressed me back against the thin mattress.
She tugged away from my mouth and followed down my jaw. Her teeth scraped against my skin, and I couldn’t help the shudder that went through me. I almost didn’t notice her pulling my hands up over my head, that’s how far gone I was. But the silk winding around my wrists brought me back to reality. She was tying me to the bed.
“What the fuck?” I looked up to see my tie was the rope, not that it mattered. I gave them a tug, seeing if I could free myself, but she had me quite secure against the wrought iron. “What are you doing?”
“I,” she got up and started to walk around the bed as she glared at me. It felt like she was sizing me up, “Am the boss here. You agreed to this when you walked back here with me.” With that said she left me on the bed, I watched until she disappeared then I began to tug on the bindings that held my wrists together. The fucking thing refused to budge. “Normally,” she came back with a string of condoms. It's something that should excite me, but I was still struggling with being tied up. “I’d have knots that would tighten the more you struggle. But, your tie isn’t something I normally work with. So, it's there just enough to hold you.”
“It couldn’t just be sex with you, could it?” I didn’t bother trying to hide my irritation. This wasn’t what I expected when I followed her in here. I didn’t think a parting gift would involve me being tied to a bed again.
“Are you complaining?” She had ripped open one condom and sat down on the bed. “Do I need to remind you of the last time you were in this position? I enjoyed myself,” she took hold of my erection as if she weren’t talking. She gave me a few solid strokes that had my hips shifting involuntarily. “Besides, the last time we had a moment like this,” she took the time to roll the condom onto me. “You took the lead, and I graciously allowed it. It's my turn to be on top,” she stood again and slid her panties down her thighs.
I flexed my hands, not because the blood was blocked off but because I itched to touch her. It didn’t look like she was going to bother with foreplay, which was a little disappointing because I wouldn’t have objected to her sitting on my face. But I didn’t complain as she straddled my hips and began to rub against me in a way I couldn’t stop myself from enjoying.
“Just going to dive right on it?” I did my best to move with her.
She leaned over me, caging me in with her hands on either side of my head. She kept rubbing her sex against my erection I couldn’t feel the dampness on my cock but I felt the warmth, and with each movement, it would trickle down. It felt like torture that I was so close to where I wanted to be, I didn’t have the control to position myself to get the right angle to thrust into her.
“I saw your text,” her breath caught. “I couldn’t help the rush,” her eyes closed and I felt her hand wrap around my cock again. “I thought of all the things I wanted to do to you,” she took aim then started to slowly press herself onto me. “That was enough foreplay,” she moaned a little.
She thought about it, she thought about me. She didn’t want to wait she just wanted this. And she couldn’t see why I would want more?
I couldn’t question too much. When I was fully surrounded by her heat, thoughts went out the door. I groaned and wished I could touch her. It was enough to make me damn her and begin to tug on the silk that held my wrists together with more determination. It didn’t go unnoticed and she slapped me, my cheek stung. She hit me hard enough to get my attention through the lust. “You,” she place
d her hands on my upper arms holding them still. “Do not get to be in control of this.”
“I want to touch you,” I argued. It seemed like a good argument.
“You don’t get to,” she began moving over me in a steady rhythm that I could only clumsily fall into. I wasn’t just going to lay here; I wanted to affect her just as she was affecting me. “I am the boss here,” she hissed and I could see the push and pull affecting her.
“Fuck being the boss,” I grunted as she straightened up.
“You only say that because you’re always on top,” she laughed. She arched backward, and I got the view of where we were connected, I saw my cock disappear into her. It almost made up for the fact that I didn’t get to have my way.
“Your tits,” I gritted out. “Let me see them,” I demanded because the way they bounced in her corset wasn’t enough for me. I wanted more, I wanted so much more from all of this.