by Jamie Knight
It looks a little longer than his normal tidy cut, but I think I like it even more this way. His blue eyes rake me up and down as I slowly stand up and move away from the computer, looking almost glued to me.
“Fuck, Anna. You look…”
He clears his throat and then laughs a little. The fact that he is out of words makes me want to do this even more. It is right there in his eyes, how much he wants this.
How much he wants me.
I sway a little to the sound of the music, my hands trailing up my body and slowly I feel myself come alive. He has no idea the effect his eyes have on me.
I watch him watching my hands as they slowly go to my neck, to my face, and up until they reach my hair. He is staring at me like his life depends on it and it makes me feel powerful.
I love his eyes when they watch one of my hands trail back down again through my chest, down my stomach, and even down further to my thighs. I pull them apart slightly and find the hem of my dress, pulling it up until I have it’s all the way to my breasts. Slowly, I rub the material on the top of my breasts before I…
“Do it again.” His voice comes through the soft music.
My hands pause, surprised to hear his voice. He sounds so sexy and so very much like a boss.
I let go of the dress before pulling it up again slowly, bunching up the material so that I can rub it again at the tops of my breasts. This time though, I can actually feel the soft abrasiveness of the sheer material on my skin and it has a strange effect on me.
“Like this?” I ask.
My voice sounds a little choked, even to me.
He nods, giving me a slow once over that almost feels like a full body caress. My legs, belly, and bra covered boobs are right on display and it makes me feel so naughty.
He leans back in his chair, then tells me, “Take it off.”
I pull the dress all the way over my head and stand there in just my matching bra and panties, and black leather heels. He rubs his hands over his eyes and groans a little.
It’s the sexiest sound I have ever had.
“Take a seat and show me those shoes, Anna.”
I do just that without hesitating. The seat is right behind me and a little distance from the laptop, which means he can see all of me. I raise my feet and bend my legs at the knees to show him.
“Put your legs down and part them for me.”
I lower them to the ground, not even sure when my heels touch it. My entire focus is on this crazy mussed up sexy man on my computer and it’s like I’m in a trance. In that moment, I realize he can make me do anything he likes, and I wouldn’t care enough to say no.
His eyes raise up from my parted legs to my face.
He looks so intense when he tells me, “Hold your panties to the side, Anna. I want to see your pussy. You know I do. Show it to me.”
My hands don’t feel like my own anymore. Looking at him looking at me, it almost feels as if it is his hands finding the crotch of my panties to pull them to the side. He groans this time, his eyes going to my core.
My legs are spread open wide for him, I’m holding my panties to the side, just like he instructed, and my pussy is on full display for him. It’s bare and my little clit is hard for him and my hole is leaking its juices out for him.
My need and desire for him are so obvious, it feels unfair.
“I want to see you, too,” I tell him.
I feel so exposed and self-conscious this way, but not enough to stop. All I want is more of whatever feeling he has me feeling.
“My pleasure.”
He pushes back his chair too until I can see more of him. He looks back up again at me as his hands find the hem of what looks like pajama pants and lower them. My throat just about goes dry as his cock springs free.
Liam effing Thorne is hung!
And judging from how very hard it is, he clearly wants me just as much as I want him.
His cock stands tall and thick, springing to rest against his stomach. The head looks wider and thicker than the rest of it, and there is a thick vein running from the head to the base, making it look almost angry and so fucking hot.
There is something about him that feels primal and I can’t tear my eyes away. I lick my lips in anticipation, feeling a quiver run through my core. He licks his lips too, while his fingers wrap around the impressive width of his hard dick.
“Every time I saw you in those office skirts, I wanted to see you like this so badly,” he tells me.
His voice is so husky that I can’t help but let loose another shiver. I’m dripping so wet for him now that I couldn’t hide it even if I wanted to.
Feeling empowered, I run my free index finger through my clit, then pause when he moves his fist from the tip of his cock to the base and back again. Call me crazy, but it almost feels like it is his cock and not my finger touching my pussy.
“Every time I saw you in the office, all I could think about is how you looked without a suit,” I confess.
There’ss a smirk on his lips as he tells me, “I have always wanted to see you in my house. My bed, my kitchen, on my dining table…”
He trails off.
“Was I going down on you in your kitchen? Because I have always wanted to know what you tasted li..”
“Don’t.” He interrupts me, “Don’t finish that sentence or I’ll lose all control right now.”
This time when his hand starts moving, it doesn’t stop. This time my finger does not stop moving, either, as I rub myself over and over again.
Pleasure, sharp and acute, shoots right through me as I bow slightly, giving into it. I am so wet that my fingers glide over that little nub of nerve again and again as I add my middle finger and keep rubbing just as he is stroking.
It feels almost like I have no control to whatever is taking over me as it builds and builds. I am helpless to look away at the scene of a tortured Liam in my screen as his lips part slightly and another groan falls from them.
I did that.
I made him like that.
We are staring at each other, caught in a single moment yet rushing towards an edge together.
“I need to see those fingers inside you, Anna.”
He is so filthy like this… and I am loving every fucking second of it.
“I’m close, Anna, please put them in.”
“Yes, Boss.”
This time when I slide my fingers over my folds, I slide them all the way. My eyes leave his to look at my fingers disappear inside myself. The sight is so hot that I feel a ripple through me.
My name comes out of his mouth in a shout so I look up to find his eyes between my legs and his back bowed as he cums. The second ripple comes as a surprise before I am hurtling head on into the best orgasm I have ever had.
I move my fingers out, then push them back in with my orgasm spearing through me over and over again. Vaguely, I can see Liam is still bowed as he says my name again and again, but I can’t find the voice to say anything as I ride after wave, after wave.
I come down from my orgasm high slowly, just as reality comes back in doses. His fingers are still covering his cock and he is breathing just as hard as I am breathing.
There is a glazed look in his eyes, just like I’m sure there is one in mine too. The difference is that while I am trying to figure out what just took over me, Liam has a big full-on smile on his face and he is looking at me with such an intense look I can’t place.
I don’t know why, but I let go of the crotch of my panties and rush to the laptop to end the call.
My libido is cooling down and now all I’m thinking of is my job.
What will happen to it?
And what, if anything else, will happen to Laim and me?
Will I ever be the same after an encounter like that with Liam Thorne, when all I can see is that almost content smile on his face?
With a head full of thoughts, I put on my sheer dress again, planning to go to bed after a short shower. Somehow, something has changed, and I kn
ow I won’t be the same again.
Chapter Three – Liam
I wake up this morning feeling like something important has just been wrenched from my hands. As reality starts to set in, I start to understand that she was not really here. I was dreaming about her in my arms once again, but unlike before, I knew what she looked like.
I knew how soft her pussy folds felt.
I knew how pink her flesh looked.
I knew that her nipples were a dusky pink that made me want to put my mouth on her.
It isn't the first time I have had an erotic dream about Anna, but this is the first time it felt so real to me. And I won't stop until I have all of her.
Dragging myself into the shower, I wince slightly at the morning wood I’m sporting. I’m starting to understand why they call it morning wood because this actually feels like it could split something.
I smile at that thought, reaching out to give it a stroke. My fingers wrap around my own cock and I give it a squeeze, feeling it jerk.
But that’s all it does.
My fingers look wrong on my cock, and I know why that is. It’s because I want to feel her fingers, instead of my own, around my cock. A thought occurs to me as I turn the shower to cold and flinch as the water hits my back. It’s a persistent thought I cannot shake.
Why settle for less when I can have more?
I want Anna, and if she wants me too, then what am I waiting for?
She has been saying that she wants me, too, and that she has wanted me for more than three years. The times we have chatted and of course our little screen time show me exactly that.
But I’ve been holding back, now that I can finally have her, out of respect for my employee and also out of fear for what being with her would do to the company I’d built. But I know it’s futile to resist my feelings. I’m going to have to give in, now that I know just how much she has been wanting me to do so.
Of course, I’m curious to know why she chose now to take action, but I don’t want to jinx it this way. So instead, I will get her here and sort out the rest later.
When I settle down at my desk, my hair is still wet from the rushed shower, and my t-shirt is still clinging to my skin. I open our chat window and send her a single ‘hello.’
She is online and she has checked in to signify that her workday started at seven thirty, but she doesn’t really say anything. Seconds slowly tick by and turn into minutes. My feet tap the floor over and over again because I am feeling impatient and, if I’m honest, a little excited.
I switch screens after about fifteen minutes of waiting to the video camera and there she is.
All pale skin, a slight smattering of freckles on her nose, full lips and that cute button nose of hers I would love to drop a kiss on. She looks fresh without the makeup she had on, and I love it.
She is just staring at her screen with a small smile on her lips. Anna is the ultimate kind of beauty- she is beautiful but oblivious to the fact. Looking at her, the small smile tells me everything I need to know.
She isn't ignoring me. She is just feeling shy.
I feel a smile touch my lips as I send her another message.
"You look cute today. It makes me want you even more.”
On the screen, she smiles and blushes for a second before her brows crease. She looks like she is thinking too hard and it makes me want to kiss that frown away. She types something, then deletes it, then types it again.
I am not this kind of guy, the guy that fills with warmth at the site of a girl, but Anna makes me that guy- and somehow, I am loving it.
She makes me horny at the sight of her alone, but she also makes me want to hold her close to me and give her comfort. It is a feeling I want to take further and see where it leads if she will let me.
"Like a child?"
I shake my head before I realize she cannot really see me across the screen.
"No. Like a woman."
She looks at the camera and lets out a laugh. She must know I am looking. I am struck by the sight of her laughing so openly, but I am regretful that I cannot hear the sound of her laughter.
"Thank you."
I don't know how to broach the subject, so I just dive into it. I am impatient to have my hands on Anna. My shower and my bed felt empty in the morning and I am eager to remedy that.
"Sure. What if I told you I want to wake up to that face tomorrow morning?"
According to the reluctance she just showed and how she bolted the previous night, I don't know if what I just did is wise. Something tells me I might just have made a mistake by rushing her, so I poise to send another message to tell her to forget I just said that. Instead, the girl who has surprised me since the quarantine period started goes on to surprise me again.
"I would say make me an offer I can't resist."
My heart slams against my chest and I feel giddy with exhilaration.
"Well, if I woke up with you I could finally kiss your lips like I have always wanted."
Her answer is almost immediate.
"Go on."
"I would also get to put my mouth on that little bundle of nerves between your legs and suck. Should I go on?"
On the camera, she goes rosy red to the tips of her ears, but she is also grinning a very naughty smile. It takes her a while to respond, but finally she answers.
"Very tempting, though impossible."
Impossible?
I don't deal in a world of impossibilities, so I call her. She takes her time answering, but she finally does.
"I am supposed to be working, sir. My boss will be so angry if..."
"Why is it impossible?"
She blinks like she can't believe me, and then says, "Well, I can't just come and go because of the quarantine thing."
She has a point, but she really doesn't know how much I want her if she thinks that will stop me.
"Then don't come and go. Come and stay."
The way her eyebrows hit her hairline is almost comical.
"Surely you are not serious."
I shrug.
“I want you and you want me too. I have a big office space, a spare room if you get tired of me, and I want you here.”
I expect her to say no immediately, but she hesitates, which tells me all I need to know. She is not opposed to staying with me. She just isn’t sure it is a good idea. So before she can change her mind, I quickly write her my home address, tell her to be there at eight o’clock the next morning and end the call.
In my experience, when it comes to emotions, hesitation lets logic seep in. I might not be thinking clearly when it comes to Anna, but I know there is something about her that makes me want to have her all to myself.
Besides, I might like looking at her over the screen, but I am a greedy bastard and I want every inch of her at my disposal. She looks at the camera and mouths the word YES.
There is a call from IT later about the damage that might have already been done, but for the life of me, I can't bring myself to be that concerned. It feels like I am swimming in a happy sea, and I don't want to emerge for a breath at all.
Tomorrow morning, I get to have Anna here. The rest I will sort later after we have had our fill of each other.
Chapter Four – Anna
Seven o’clock finds me on the road to Liam's house. Seven thirty finds me at his gate. I woke up excited to finally see him after so long, but my doubts started creeping in while I was in the car. I can't help wondering what the catch is.
I mean, I have caught Liam looking at me in the marketing meetings and around the office, so I knew he must like me. Even my friend Ava had noticed the way we skirted around each other in the office before the pandemic hit.
But my brain cannot help rising through all the mist of my emotions to ask me if this is really such a good idea. It is one thing to be flirting on screen with each other – the anonymity made me bold enough to finally reveal my feelings for him when I knew it was safe to do so – but it is quite another thing to be in such cl
ose quarters.
What if he gets bored with me?
What if he just wants me now because his options are limited at the moment?
What happens after the quarantine period ends?
My smile is wiped away as I stand in front of the massive black metal gate with the Thorne logo on it.
Nothing surprising there. Liam comes from a legacy of old money in the form of bankers even though he branched his own way with Thorne Tech. Heck, even the company is named after that legacy. It makes sense that he owns his own property and it has the Thorne logo on it.
I look around, but all I can see is a surveillance camera facing the gate. Beyond the heavy gate though is a redbrick Georgian mansion with modern appeal looking back at me. The windows have a blue tint to them, making it impossible to see anything inside, not that I would be able to see anything from where I am standing, anyway.
What are the chances that he is looking at me, too? I wonder.
But then I remember we had agreed on eight o’clock, so he probably isn't expecting me anyway.
What to do now?
What will he think of me being here ahead of time? Desperate?
My hand rises to press the dark button on the side, but I think better of it. Maybe I should turn around and think this through.
I turn to the still waiting cab and start walking toward it when the gates squeak open and part. I turn around in time to see Liam taking long strides towards me and my panties get soaked.
He is wearing a grey long sleeved t-shirt that clings to him in the most delicious manner, and a pair of blue jeans that look a little faded. His lips are pressed together, looking almost annoyed, but it does little to hide the raw masculine beauty that is Liam Thorne.
His dark hair is messed up again and it makes my fingers itch to run through it. His legs eat up the ground in large strides until he is standing right in front of me, looking down at me.
All six feet two of him against my short five feet three.
I look up at him, wondering if it is him emanating all the warmth that is suddenly swamping me, or if that is just me. He dips his head and my mouth goes dry as our eyes clash.
His eyes are usually a warm brown, but now they look so dark and stormy, like he is barely suppressing something. I close my eyes suddenly clear of all thoughts and open them wide when I feel his breath on my right ear.