by Jamie Knight
I picked up my whiskey glass again and eyed the tawny liquid. By no means could I be called a liquor drinker. Ice cold beers were more my style, but I had to man up and act like drinking neat whiskey at art shows was something I did every day.
As if!
When not at work, my everyday life was comprised of watching the Hallmark Channel for romance and porn videos for down and dirty sex scenes. I wanted to live in a world where both of those things were my reality.
I wasn’t asking for too much, was I?
Lifting the glass to my lips, I took the teeniest sip I could and tried not to gag at the foul taste. How did people get any pleasure out of drinking this stuff?
Once I’d swallowed, I cleared my throat and ran my fingertips along the rim of the glass.
“Are you going to fire me?” I asked, still not daring to look at Kane.
He leaned forward in his chair and put his elbows on the bar. The move brought his strong body closer to mine; I could practically feel the heat of his skin.
“And why would I fire you, Ms. Peterson?” he asked, his voice only a murmur. “Efficient and experienced employees are hard to find.”
Heat filled my cheeks. Kane fucking McKenzie thought I was an efficient and experienced employee.
“You think you’re the first one Simon’s gone on a date with?” he asked. “You’re not the reason I fired him. I’ve been looking for a way to get rid of that fucker for a long time. I saw it, and I took it. I had to catch him in the act, and I did.”
Realization dawned on me.
I was an idiot.
There was nothing coincidental about Kane being here or about him “rescuing” me. I was just a honey trap.
Annoyed, I swiveled in my chair to look at him.
“You knew I’d be here with him? You’re not really a patron of this gallery, are you?”
Looking me full in the face, Kane nodded.
“Yes, I am a patron. My niece owns this place. And, as I already said, I know everything that happens at McKenzie Technologies. There are cameras and microphones everywhere.”
I gasped at that piece of information and put a hand up to cover my mouth.
“Everywhere? Is that even legal?” I asked, my voice a whisper.
Kane’s eyes fixed on mine. Something in him looked hungry.
“Perfectly legal,” he assured me with a grin. “I see and know everything.”
I blushed as I lowered my eyes to the floor.
I knew he was telling the truth.
And I wanted him to see and know everything about me, too.
Chapter Three
Reese
This time I picked up the whiskey and took a gulp, not caring that the liquor stripped my throat. Did Kane know about my daily masturbation sessions in the restroom? No way would he have cameras in there. If he did, I was fucked.
When the stress of the day got to be too much and I needed some release, I’d take ten minutes of me time in the bathroom. It was better than losing my shit in the office when incompetent people bugged me, or when Sloane, the office mean girl, took swipes at me with her overly-manicured claws.
I hugged the now half-empty glass to my chest. I could feel my cheeks turning red, as Kane’s gaze never left my face.
“When you say you know everything that happens, what does that mean, exactly?” I asked, dreading the answer.
A one-sided grin stretched his lips, and for the first time, he looked playful. The lust filling his chocolate eyes was unmistakable.
“You mean, am I aware of your daily restroom breaks?”
He ran a finger around the rim of his own whisky glass, dipped it into the amber liquid and then stuck it in his mouth.
My body trembled.
“You have cameras in the restrooms? In the stalls?”
This time I picked up the bottle of whiskey and filled my glass to the rim. My hands shook so much that I splashed some of the liquor over the bar top.
Kane took the bottle from my hand, and at his touch, a shot of lust darted straight to my clit.
“Careful. You’re spilling thousand-dollar liquor.”
The temperature in my body reached fever pitch, and my stress levels were so high I thought I might climax then and there.
“How is it legal to have cameras in the restroom?”
If my voice got any higher, every piece of glass in the room would shatter.
For a few heart-stopping minutes, Kane gazed at me, contemplating me, and I took the chance to study him. The first two buttons of his shirt hung open and showed a dusting of dark hair.
His eyes were hooded and they were the deepest brown I’d ever seen. It would be so easy to get lost in eyes like those. His lower lip was slightly bigger than his upper lip. Perfect for sucking on and for giving pleasure. His jaw was defined and chiseled with the slightest dimple in his strong chin.
I momentarily closed my eyes and willed the images assaulting my brain to vanish. Now wasn’t the time to fantasize about sexy times with my boss. Now was the time to figure out how to salvage my dignity.
When I opened my eyes, I almost moaned at the intensity I saw in Kane’s face.
He leaned in and whispered, “What and who do you think about when you finger fuck yourself in my restroom, Ms. Peterson?”
“I don’t do that,” I said, primly, my body shaking so hard I could hardly sit up straight. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I took another sip of whisky and savored the burn. It was starting to feel good.
He sat back and laughed as if I’d said the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
“You’re lying.”
He leaned in closer, and his warm breath brushed against the shell of my ear.
“Don’t worry. There are no cameras in the restroom stalls, or in the restrooms. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Then how do you know what I’m doing in there?” I asked, my voice a strained whisper.
“Not every employee disappears into the restroom about the same time every day, looking stressed, and then reappears with flushed cheeks and a new go-get-’em attitude.”
I looked at Kane with wide eyes and he shrugged.
“I’ve been keeping a close eye on you, Miss Peterson. When I heard you were coming here with that asshole, I made it my business to be here, too. I wasn’t about to let him get anywhere near you. He’s lucky I didn’t break every bone in his body. I’m sorry he got as far as he did. I arrived later than I’d planned.”
I was unsure about how to respond to that information, but what I did know was that I needed to quit my job and move to another country. Another planet would be preferable.
“I’ll hand in my resignation on Monday, Sir.”
I pushed off the barstool and stood.
“I guess I’ll go home and hide for the rest of my life. It was nice meeting you. I didn’t mean to be so unprofessional about… well, about everything.”
“Again, with the Sir, Reese?”
The husky depth of his words surprised me, and I froze at the use of my first name.
“Only certain people get to call me Sir and for a good reason.”
He leaned back in his barstool, took a swig of his drink and eyed me appreciatively.
“What if I said I wanted you to finger fuck yourself right now?”
“Excuse me?”
I glanced around the still-packed gallery, hoping no one had heard Kane’s salacious words.
“What did you say?”
His chocolate eyes bore into me. His face was totally calm.
“I want you to go to the restroom and flick your fingers over your hard clit. The way you do when you’re supposed to be working for me.”
His voice, so low, growled over each and every word of his order.
I looked at him and my body started trembling again.
Was he serious?
Excitement dampened my panties. When Simon had propositioned me, it was sleazy and gave me the heebie-jeebies, bu
t Kane propositioning me was sexy and alluring.
“You want me to do what?” I said, pretending to be scandalized.
I even brought a hand up to my chest.
Kane’s eyes followed my hand and he let them roam over my ample cleavage.
“I know you heard me loud and clear, but if you want me to spell it out for you even more, I will. Go into the restroom, hike up your dress, pull down your panties and push those fingers of yours inside your pussy.”
“I can’t do that. Not here…”
I needed to leave, to go home and pretend that this night had never happened, but concrete must have encased my feet because when I tried to move, I couldn’t.
“Reese.”
The authoritative way he said my name left nothing up for discussion. And, fuck it, why not? I was so darn horny and getting hornier by the second.
What harm would it do?
An orgasm or two would be more than welcome right now, if only to help alleviate some of the stress twisting my insides.
It wasn’t like I was shy about my body or that I didn’t enjoy getting myself off— I loved, loved, loved it— but I’d never pleasured myself on anyone’s command before. Something inside me was starting to like the idea.
“I don’t like to be kept waiting,” Kane said, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp, white shirt.
Doing what he asked would be a game changer at work, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I met his gaze and waited for a few beats before speaking.
“What happens if I don’t do what you want?” I finally asked.
He shrugged.
“Nothing. We both go on with our lives. You clock in and clock out as usual.”
“And if I do?”
“That would be telling.”
The dark expression in his eyes showed me that if I didn’t do what he asked, I’d miss out on that adventure of a lifetime.
I nodded slowly and blew out a shaky breath.
“Okay.”
He gave me a self-satisfied smile. The beautiful bastard knew all along that I wouldn’t refuse him. From here on out, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to refuse Kane McKenzie anything he asked of me.
“Good girl.”
He stood and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ears, and I shivered in response.
“Let’s go.”
My entire body stiffened.
“You’re coming with me? Are you serious?”
He put a hundred-dollar bill into the bartender’s tip drawer and downed the last of his whiskey.
“Extremely. I’m going to watch and relish every second. From now on, every time you sneak into the restroom, I’ll be able to picture exactly what you’re doing when I jerk off at my desk. And from now on when we’re alone— and only when we’re alone— call me Sir.”
“What?”
I blinked in disbelief.
Did my boss just tell me he would blow his load in his office while thinking about me fingering myself in the restroom?
This day kept getting weirder and weirder, or was it getting better and better?
To appear more confident than I was, I rolled my shoulders back and held my head up high.
“Fine,” I said, “let’s go.”
Chapter Four
Reese
Besides the attendant, the restroom was empty. Kane slipped something into her hand and asked her to disappear for twenty minutes. I wouldn’t need twenty minutes. In my current state, I’d need less than two.
After the attendant had left, Kane locked the door and pressed his back against it. I looked around.
The bathroom in the gallery wasn’t big, but it was nice. Three stalls faced a long marble countertop that was decorated with fresh flowers in glass vases. Clean mirrors stretched above the sinks, topped with rows of circular lights.
My flushed reflection looked back at me from one of the mirrors. This almost felt like a dream.
I stood there, unsure of what to do or what to say. A voice inside my head told me to go home and forget that tonight had ever happened, but I was too curious and way too horny to walk away.
I turned back towards Kane. He crossed his arms and widened his stance. I glanced down at his crotch.
Oh, my.
The bulge I saw there was significant, and my mouth watered along with my pussy.
He cleared his throat, and I glanced up, meeting his eyes.
“You think you’re ready for me? Think you can take my cock?”
He raised an eyebrow. There was a challenge in his words, as if he didn’t believe I’d go through with his request.
Instead of answering, I bit the inside of my cheek. Would he think me slutty if I said, God, yes, more than ready? I want to suck you down and have you fuck me every and anyway you want.
I wasn’t promiscuous; my shitty luck had seen to that, but he only had to ask, and I’d bend over and grasp my ankles.
“You want it bad, don’t you? You want me to rip off your panties and fuck you against the sink.” He reached down and cupped his dick through his pants. “You want this in your pussy, your ass, and your mouth, don’t you?”
His words were dirty and rough, leaving me lightheaded, and I couldn’t seem to form words.
The reality of the situation didn’t escape me. I was in a restroom, about to finger fuck myself at my boss’s request. A man I’d met for the first time ten minutes ago.
“Tell me what you think about when you finger yourself, Reese,” Kane ordered.
Now wasn’t the time to play shy or coy. Now was the time to voice my desires. To maybe fulfill some of the fantasies that continually looped around my brain. And if Kane McKenzie wanted to give me what I wanted, I wouldn’t say no, but before I opened up to him, I needed him to know that this was a first for me.
“I’ve never— I’ve never done anything like this before in front of anyone. I want you to know that.”
I looked up at him with pleading eyes. I couldn’t even understand why, but I needed him to believe me.
His eyes were hard and his face was impassive.
“That’s not what I asked. Your past is no concern of mine. I asked you to tell me what you think about.”
Nervously, I ran a hand through my long hair. “I, um, imagine being tied up and helpless…”
“Go on.”
He raised an eyebrow again and nodded.
“Having my nipples clamped and tortured.”
As if they had their own will, my hands ran up my body, to my breasts, and cupped them through my dress.
Kane’s eyes focused on the cleavage I was squeezing under my hands.
“Tell me your deepest, darkest fantasy,” he commanded me. “What makes you explode? What pushes you over the edge?”
“I can’t.”
There was no way could I tell him about my depraved fantasies.
“Tell me.”
The tone of his voice demanded I give him an answer.
I stared at the floor, at the ceiling and then at the walls, anywhere but at him. Flames of embarrassment rushed through my body and I could feel my nipples harden under the cloth of my dress.
If I told him, perhaps one day he’d give me what I desired. He’d fulfill the one fantasy that always— always— sent me tumbling.
“I sometimes imagine being fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time and squirting when I orgasm. But I don’t actually want to have sex with two men at once. I’m a one-man kind of girl. But maybe one man and a toy? I guess I just like imagining the dual sensation.”
He gave me an amused smile.
“Keep talking.”
I gulped down a huge breath.
“I, um, like watching porn videos. The BDSM ones are my favorites. When I go to the restroom at work, that’s what I think about. I’ve always dreamed about the release that squirting would give me, but I don’t know how that happens, exactly.”
I gave a wistful sigh.
“It looks heavenly.”
He prowled forwa
rd, and when he reached me, he ran his fingers through my hair and down my back. His touch shot electrical currents along my nerve endings.
“You’re not very experienced are you, pet?” he asked, whispering in my ear.
“That’s none of your business. You said my past is no concern of yours.”
“Your past, no; your experience, yes.”
His fingers ran over my hips.
“I don’t want to push you any further than what you’re ready for. If I’m going to own you, I have to understand everything about you.”
“Own?”
I huffed out a laugh.
“I’m not some kind of pet.”
He gave my hair a harsh tug, and I moaned at the slight pain.
“Oh, but you are. You’re my pet.”
He lowered his mouth, but he didn’t kiss me. He merely pressed his lips against mine. Currents of lust washed through me, and I wanted more, more, more. I wanted everything he could give.
The nearness and hardness of his body left me a gibbering, pulsating wreck. I whimpered and shuddered, and my breaths came in heaving, shallow pants.
Unable to withstand the waiting any longer, I flicked my tongue over the seam of his lips. And then, he devoured me in a frenzied and soul-owning kiss.
His hands touched, groped and massaged me everywhere. My ass. My pussy. My tits. He was both gentle and demanding. Rough but tender.
Arousal dripped from between my legs and trickled down my inner thighs. No one had ever turned me on this much. Heck, I’d never turned myself on this much.
My knees weakened, and I flung my arms around his neck to hold myself up. His cock jutted into my stomach, letting me know what was waiting for me. It felt rock hard and so so long.
Our whiskey-laced kiss deepened, and our tongues probed each other’s mouths with desperate, reckless strokes.
I tunneled my fingers through his hair. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, and I didn’t care about the consequences. If he wanted to own me, he had me.