by Lia Lee
Our conversation was purely professional. There was no flirting, no eyelash batting, no blushing and smiling, and certainly no kissing. It was like nothing had happened between us.
“Will you take care of things while I’m gone? I’m not sure how long it will be, but I’ll keep you posted.”
Rena nodded. “I’ll be fine.”
I had left her alone to run things in the office before, and she had done a good job. I wasn’t worried. I knew my company would be safe while I was in Boston. And now that Rena and I had fucked in my office and I had laid down the rules about her being exclusive to me, I knew that my woman was safe, too.
Not that I saw Rena as my woman in any other way than that her body belonged to only me for as long as we were sleeping together, but that was beside the point.
“I’ll send you the notes from our meetings after we have them so you can type them up for me,” I said.
Rena nodded.
“And I’ll have to let you know about booking flights and hotels. It’s all up in the air.”
“Got it,” Rena said, and I believed her. She was more than capable.
I finished the conversation and walked to the door. When I looked over my shoulder, I noticed Rena checking me out. Her eyes slid over my body. When she realized I was looking, she blushed. It was the only sign that anything had happened between us at all, and it was sexy. That innocence was back. Whenever she was innocent and pure like this, I wanted to strip it away from her. But I thought about how she gave me a strip show and offered her naked body to me in my office, and I knew there was a side of her that wasn’t innocent at all.
After talking to Rena and ensuring that Talon and everyone else was ready to cope for a week without me if it came to that, I ordered a car to take me to the airport. Once I was in the car, comfortable on the leather seats with the car purring quietly beneath me, I took out my phone. I had to take care of a couple of emails that Rena couldn’t manage, no matter how on top of things she was.
My mind jumped to me wanting her on top of me. I had to get her alone again. I wanted her in my bed so I could take her in different positions. All of them.
Once I was done replying to the urgent emails, I typed a message to Rena.
Rena,
Thank you for being so professional in the office today. I noticed it and I appreciate it.
Brent.
I read the one line again and again. It didn’t quite seem like enough. I wanted to add a lot of raunchy things. I wanted to tell her that I was fantasizing about having her naked on top of me. I wanted to tell her I was hard for her again. But that would be tacky. Our relationship was purely sexual, but I still had class. She wasn’t some slut.
Before I sent off the email, I added one more sentence at the bottom. I grinned when I hit Send. I was professional and classy, but I had added a hint of wickedness. I was curious to see how she would respond.
I tucked my phone into my pocket and looked out of the window at the city sliding by. I hadn’t had this much fun with a woman in years. Rena was something else. She was sexy and funny and adorable and completely off-limits. Until yesterday. Even now, Rena wasn’t just a woman I could pull over and fuck whenever I wanted to. I wanted to play this game right with her from start to finish. She deserved that from me. No, she demanded that from me by the way she was innocent and pure, and naughty and dirty, all at the same time.
I smiled, thinking about her. Her body had been incredible. Her tits were perfect. I needed to cup them and knead them and nibble them and suck them. I was willing to bet every inch of her body was as delicious as it looked, but I had to make a plan to find out. My dick hardened in my pants at the thought. I would entertain myself with these dirty thoughts for the rest of the trip. Even though I wouldn’t get a release for as long as I was away from her, I would still be able to dream.
What was a man if he couldn’t dream?
I found Joe in the passenger lounger at the airport. He looked relieved to see me.
“Cutting it close,” he said. I had nearly missed the baggage check.
“I like to live on the edge.”
I sat down. Joe offered me a coffee. “I don’t think it’s hot anymore. You’re late.”
“I had to check in with Rena and make sure she was ready to take on the office.”
Joe nodded. “Sucks to be in charge.”
I chuckled. “You’re as in charge as I am.”
Joe shrugged, grinning. He was so full of shit.
“So, have you done anything with the information about Rena?” Joe asked after a while.
“Are you asking if I fucked her?”
Joe grinned, nodding.
I gave him my best poker face. I wasn’t planning on telling Joe. No one in the office could know. It was one of the rules I’d given Rena, and I had every intention sticking to it myself. I needed my people to look up to me and respect me.
“Have you ever known me to mix business and pleasure?” I asked, answering his question with another question.
Joe shook his head. “Yeah, you’ve always been good that way. If I had been single, back in the day, I would have fucked her in a heartbeat.”
“But Shannon is good to you,” I pointed out.
“She’s fantastic,” he agreed. “I’m not regretting where I’m at in my life. I’m just saying if I were you I would get in there.”
I was suddenly jealous without any reason. Rena didn’t belong to me. As long as we were fucking she would be exclusive to me, but other than that she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Still, thinking of her with Joe made me want to punch him in the face.
It was ridiculous because aside from Rena’s exclusivity, Joe was happily married. He’d been with Shannon for nearly fifteen years now. I didn’t envy him, but it was what he wanted and it was his business. Which also meant I was being a dickhead getting all possessive over Rena.
We talked about other things, covering business and office gossip. I pushed away the jealousy that had crept in when Joe had talked about Rena. I didn’t understand it. I’d never been a very territorial man. It was probably because I wasn’t done with her yet. Once I was, I didn’t care who had her.
The flight was on time, and we boarded. We flew first-class because I could afford it ten times over and the seats were spacious and comfortable with the food coming straight from a five-star restaurant. I didn’t travel anywhere if I could travel like this.
“I love traveling with you, living it up for a change,” Joe said when we were in the air.
Joe had a lot of money as well. He was a billionaire just like I was. But he lived a life as if he didn’t have all that money, in a modest apartment on the other side of Chicago. Maybe he had a point. Women never chased him for his cash because they didn’t know he had it. If I had done the same, maybe Gina wouldn’t have fucked me over and I would have been in a loving relationship right now.
Then again, I wouldn’t have had a chance to sleep with Rena if I had been in a relationship. Everything lined up to lead to something. I was happy with my position in life, and thinking about Rena brought an array of dirty thoughts again. I put on earphones and switched on music so no one would bother me before I started fantasizing about Rena again. I liked thinking about her naked, especially now that I didn’t have to guess what she looked like anymore. I wondered if she would respond to my email.
We landed in Boston, and Joe and I went through the motions to collect our baggage before I called a car to take us to the hotel. We stayed at the same hotel every time we came to Boston. It was a five-star place with luxurious rooms and extras that made me happy.
I wanted to check my laptop to see if Rena had responded, but we had our first meeting scheduled in less than an hour and Joe and I had to meet to run over what we needed to cover. I wouldn’t have time to check my personal email until later. It was a pity; I was curious. But if she had given me what I’d asked for, I wouldn’t be able to focus on the meeting. Maybe it was better this way.
Joe and I changed into a suit before we headed out to the factories. We had meetings with all the managers that handled our products. I wanted to find out if we could find parts cheaper and if we could streamline production somehow to push up our numbers. The file with the shitty numbers irritated me, and I wanted to fix it. Not only was I frustrated by the numbers, I was horny and on edge after dreaming about Rena all day. I needed to rub out an orgasm after the meeting to level myself.
“You look irritated,” Joe said.
I shook my head. “I just want to get this over and done with so our sales can pick up.” It wasn’t a total lie. I was pissed off about the numbers, too.
“We’ll figure it out. It’s one product, and shit happens.”
He was right, of course.
We stopped at the factory and walked in, meeting with the gentlemen to talk about our products. I only half paid attention to the meeting, knowing Joe was listening. My mind kept drifting to Rena. To the email she might be sending. To her naked body writhing on my desk.
I had been with a lot of women, but I hadn’t ever had any of them on my desk, and it was the hottest thing I had done to date. Maybe it was because it was forbidden. Doing what was wrong, breaking the rules, and having the thrill of getting caught was always more fun than doing things by the book. It was exciting with Rena. When last had I been excited by the prospect of fucking someone? It had become run-of-the-mill to me. After so many years, it took a lot to keep it interesting to me.
But Rena had managed, and for now, that made her my favorite.
Chapter 9
Rena
Work without Brent in the office was dull. It was hard work picking up the slack, and there was no motivation the way there was when he was around and I could fawn over him. I liked staring at him, I loved it when he needed me, and now that we had taken that next step, everything was exciting. Now, he wanted me, too.
In a big way.
I was proud of myself for taking that step, for doing what I had done. A whole year of being careful hadn’t gotten me what one bold move had gotten me. It was fantastic, knowing what we could do.
Except when he wasn’t here. I was fine taking over his work in the office, taking care of everything that needed to be done, but there was no one to dress up for and nothing to do other than think about what he had done to me or dream about what I wanted him to do to me.
That took up a lot of my time, though. Every now and then I caught myself thinking about the way he had taken me on his desk. It had been pretty out-there for me to strip and give myself to him like that. But Brent was the type of guy who’d had it all. He must have been with every type of woman there was. I had to be straightforward and demanding with him instead of being shy and closed off. I had to show him what I wanted
I had done that, and the result had been far more than satisfying. Just thinking about it got me hot and bothered, and I wondered when we would have a chance to do it again.
When I returned home from work, I opened my laptop. I had brought it with me from the office so I could handle emails at home if I had to. Brent often worked overtime, and he had important emails coming in at all hours of the night. I wanted to be sure everything was taken care of by the time he came back from Boston.
An email from Brent waited for me, and when I opened it, my stomach tightened.
Rena,
Thank you for being so professional in the office today. I noticed it and I appreciate it.
Brent.
P.S. Send me naked photos so I don’t get lonely when I’m out in Boston.
The request was so simple. Send me naked photos. But the order was so tall. I had never done something like this before. I had never sent nudes to anyone, not when I had started to explore my sexuality, not when I had been comfortable with it. I had learned from my mom that the moment photos were uploaded onto the net, they could be retrieved by someone and used against me.
I wanted to give Brent what he wanted. Not only was he calling the shots—and I wanted him to—but I was trying to step out of my comfort zone and do things I hadn’t done before.
This was very high up on the list of naughty things I hadn’t done before.
I thought about it. Was it something he asked of all the women he slept with? Somehow, I doubted it. But I could be biased. Still, it was strange the way the request came through. It didn’t make sense. Brent sent me an email thanking me for being professional—I was assuming it was because of how I’d acted after we’d fucked on Friday—and then he sent me that last request. He was so blasé about it like it was something he was completely within his rights to ask. Was he? Was this part of the game? It was the opposite of professional. But it made me hot and bothered, and it was why I wanted to give him what he wanted.
At first, I considered getting into the shower and getting myself off. The waterproof toy was constantly out these days. I was also aroused when I thought about Brent. I wasn’t even worried about how often I was doing myself, I just needed that release to be able to behave myself in the office. A quick orgasm in the shower would be exactly what I needed to calm down a little before I took those photos he wanted. Because I wanted to send them to him even though I didn’t usually do it. I could think of a few poses, I was sure.
But then I got a better idea.
I had to figure out how I was going to do it. I found my selfie stick. I hadn’t used the stupid thing after I had received it with a phone package, and it was still in the box. I hated seeing all my friends with the silver stick in the photo. I had vowed never to look like that. But it was different if I could use it to do something naughty like this.
When I opened the box and hooked up my phone, I made sure it worked before I stripped down naked and lay down on my bed. I felt vulnerable, the air in the room cold on my skin, and I shivered. But I was doing this. I took a couple of practice shots to get a feel for the angle and to relax in front of my own camera, naked and baring it all.
With one hand armed with the selfie stick and the other running down my body, I closed my eyes and started thinking about Brent and everything I wanted him to do to me. I clicked the button that would take the photos. It wasn’t too much of a distraction, and I could get lost in the sensation despite pressing the button every now and then. I slid my hand over my body, my fingertips tracing the mounds of my breasts, my flat stomach, and my hip bones. I cupped my pussy and traced the lips, taking photos of everything I was doing. I looked at the camera a few times because it was that much more sensual. I closed them again to get back into the mood.
I started imagining Brent going down on me, his mouth closed over my pussy, two fingers buried deep inside of me. I ran my hands over my pussy where I imagined he would touch me and gasped.
Click.
I imagined Brent’s thick cock and how good it had felt. I wanted to kneel before him and suck him into my mouth, fucking him that way. I wanted to lick the tip and taste his salty sex.
Click.
My skin became hot and I shuddered, working on an orgasm. I touched myself, rubbing my clit and tugging at my nipples, alternating so that I wouldn’t orgasm immediately. I wanted to draw it out.
Click.
I couldn’t focus on pressing the button anymore. I put the selfie stick down and closed my eyes, concentrating only on what I was doing with my hands. I rubbed my clit in circles, sliding my fingers to my entrance every now and then. I was so wet I could take Brent with his size and a condom, easily. My legs were wide on the bed, and I used one hand on my breast while the other worked over my pussy. I wanted Brent to see this. I wanted him to watch me get myself off, one day. I was sure he would love it.
I could only imagine him losing control while I played with myself. He would grab me and pin me down on the bed and have his way with me, shoving his dick into my pussy without ceremony. I cried out when I thought about it, electricity shooting through my body.
Maybe he would pin me against the wall, my arms up and held fast with one ha
nd while he fingered me with the other.
I groped for the selfie stick and positioned it for another photo.
Click.
It didn’t take long before I orgasmed. I curled on the bed, my eyes closed and gasping.
Click.
I dropped the selfie stick and gave myself over to the orgasm, my body contracting and convulsing. My breathing was shallow and erratic, and the feeling of pure sexual pleasure washed over my body.
When it was over, I lay on the bed in a puddle of sweat, satiated and smiling. I took a moment to recover before I unhooked my phone. I pulled on a robe and plugged my phone into my laptop to download the photos. I flicked through them one by one.
Seeing myself like this was erotic, an odd turn-on and embarrassing all together. I went through the photos, editing them a little, deepening the color and cropping them here and there. Not all of them were nice. Some were askew or I missed the picture completely. It was hard to focus on taking photos when I was racked with sexual pleasure.
I got four photos out of it, including one when I was orgasming, and it was fantastic.
These photos were a lot more intense than just nudes. I could have taken nudes lying on the bed or sitting up. I could have made them suggestive without giving anything away. Instead, I had opted for the rawest, sexualized version of myself. It wasn’t like me at all.
And I loved it.
I loved the side of me that was coming out. It made me feel sexy and dirty and delicious. I hoped Brent would feel the same when he saw these photos.
Before I sent them, I walked to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. I wanted to take a step back before committing to something like this. Not only was Brent older than me and I didn’t usually do this, he was my boss. Everything about what I was about to do was a risk.
Did I still want to do it? Hell yeah.
After I showered, I dried my hair and put my robe back on. I walked back to my laptop and checked the photos again. They were still very raunchy and very hot. I opened my email and attached them to a message that I sent to Brent’s personal email. The last thing I wanted was these photos on the server at work where something might go wrong and they leaked out. I