The Boardroom Series – Complete Boxed Set (Boxes 1 – 6) : An office romance turned seductive submission

by Annabel Lucas

  “As she sucked me, those little hands, fuck. She stroked me, taking the whole length into her mouth, sucking and licking. Fucking me with her mouth, and I was going to cum, I started moaning and couldn’t stop my hips. I felt it rising, and she stopped. Those beautiful little hands were on me, squeezing it back. Fuck. She was holding it back, pressing the base of my cock with one hand and my balls in the other.”

  “She said, shhhh and waited. She was kneeling in front of me, naked. Her golden hair spilling over her shoulders to caress my thighs and dick as she moved to squeeze back the pumping orgasm that threatened to come. Fuck. Shane. I was shaking so hard. I could barely keep it together. And that gentle instruction of shhhh.”

  I don’t know how she knew, but she did. She knew the threat of the orgasm was past and began to work me again. This time it was a tease, licking me from root to tip, taking my balls into her mouth and sucking. Fuck. Her mouth was everywhere, her hands stroking, she was caressing the head of my cock, all wet from her mouth, and I was so hard, so turned on, it electrified her touch as she worked me higher and higher, taking me into her mouth again, but this time, her fingers fuck, those delicious fingers were all over my ass, squeezing and pulling me deeper into her mouth, encouraging me to fuck her face slowly, and she didn’t make a sound. She just took me down her throat; I adjusted my feet, I don’t know how I was holding that position against the kitchen sink shaking like I was, holding onto the counter, I guess, while her fingers slipped between my legs.”

  As he spoke, his fingers mirrored his words. “And she was touching me deeply, working into me. No one," he paused. "No one had ever touched me there, not even me. I jerked, and she just held me still, buried in her throat, holding the base of my cock in that vice grip as she moved her tongue over the tip of my dick, working her finger over my asshole. Fuck. Shane.”

  His thick fingers slipping down her tender taint, electrified with his touch to her ass, fingers wet with her desire, he began to circle her asshole. “Like this, honey. Shane shifted under his touch, widening her stance for him and tried to hold back the pleasure that threatened to pass her lips. Her eyes were on his- holding on.

  “You like that baby?” He was with her now, completely present.

  Her voice was hoarse with her breath coming fast, "yes."

  He licked his lips. “So did I.”

  “Her touch was like fire, curling up and pressing into my body as she took me deeper into her mouth. Then with this mind-blowing rhythm, she moved past that tightness that wasn’t meant to let her fingers in.”

  He was quiet now, recalling. His fingers slipped through her, slippery and wet, moving to her entry, grazing her clit, and down to her asshole. He kissed her, opening her up; moving her knees apart as he leaned into her, she felt him hard against her leg and wanted him to fuck her.

  “Please. Please.”

  “Shhhh.” He breathed into her as he kissed her.

  Moving his fingers deep into her, she arched into his hand. Fuck yes. She wanted him to fill her up. Always fill her. Shane kissed him back, rolling into him as the robe fell away.

  “Please, please, Ryan.” She’d commenced begging. “Please, fuck me.”

  He laughed. “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  She kissed the fading laugh away from his lips until he didn’t think the idea of fucking her was so funny anymore. She drew him from the memory to the present, where she waited primed for him. He pulled away long enough to turn her on her belly. She felt his knees against her thighs as he parted her legs.

  His hand was on her lower back, pushing her further into the bed. Lowering himself against her, his right hand curled under her to find her clit as he entered her with his fingers caressing the little bundle of nerves.

  “Oh, god. Ohhhh,” His cock was stretching her painfully as he entered her with long deep strokes. She felt the orgasm rising. “Ryan…”

  “Shh. Hold on, honey.” His fingers matched his stroke as the heat rose in her knees. Oh, oh, god. He increased his pace and depth.

  “Hold on. Baby, you’re so fucking hot.” She was shaking, trying to hold it back- the pleasure coming in waves. “Hold on to it.” He coaxed. She fought the orgasm back and only succeeded in holding it at bay as it climbed and spread through her limbs.

  His mouth was on her neck, kissing her, wet open-mouth kisses, his breath hot on her back as he stoked the fire. Fucking her, fucking delicious fucking, “cum baby.”

  Shane felt the orgasm give way as her body clenched around his cock, and he fucked her through it. Ohhhh, ohhhh, god. “Don’t stop; please don’t stop.”

  She could barely get the words out before she came again, the orgasm coming in multiple climaxes now, over and over and over.

  He shifted his fingers away from her sensitive clit and let the friction of the bedspread caress her as she felt him from behind. His hand splayed against her back. Orgasms rising between her legs ignited as he pressed into her. He was fucking her fast, oh.

  She was breathing hard. Oh god, oh, Ryan, Ryan. Pleasure senses overriding her thoughts; his name slipped from her lips as he drove deep inside her. He held her on the edge of the climax that kept coming, and then she felt his body grow tight, his orgasm climbing as he fucked her. He used her, splayed wide for him, only for him. His cock buried in her pussy. His cock and his touch had undone her.

  He collapsed on her when he came, his breath hot on her face. Shane turned to find his lips, seeking him, his weight heavy upon her while his cock throbbed between her legs.

  CHAPTER 8

  Dream

  S hane basked in the afterglow. Desire spent, she drifted in and out of sleep with him. When she woke up, she couldn’t figure out how long they’d slept. It was dark outside, leaving cold the part of her skin that was not covered by Ryan. She shifted and felt him come out of her. Her thighs were wet. He moved in his sleep and reached for her, to pull her closer as she drew the sheets over them.

  His deep breathing returned; his sleep uninterrupted by her movement.

  Shane closed her eyes, recreating Ryan’s story in her mind. He hadn’t finished the story, and Shane wanted to hear the end even though she was pretty sure she knew how it went.

  Tess entered him and made him cum. Honestly, it wasn’t so different from the dream she’d had about Ryan in the elevator and the girl with the golden hair.

  Shane let herself slip back into that dreamy state, lying there with his arms draped around her. His breathing was rhythmic, hypnotic, moving from skin to skin. It wasn't a luxury; she was ready to give up to Tess. It wasn’t something she was willing to give up at all, and still, she was curious.

  For the first time since they’d arrived in Vegas, the night sounds on the street far below their hotel room soothed her. The stress had dissipated, and Ryan slept curled around her and being in Vegas no longer mattered.

  They were going home soon. The flight was two days away. What was the worst that could happen? Tonight, he was here with her, wanting to share with her…to be with her. Shane was in his mind as much as he was in hers. There was safety in the unknown when she knew they were going there together.

  The bed molded to her slim body. It supported her hip and shoulder perfectly with a firm barely-there presence following the gentle curve of her waist and the bend of her arm. The comforter lay over them, warm but not heavy- the perfect weight of nothingness. “I’m going to buy this bed,” she told herself, "and the pillows and the…” she searched her tired mind for the word, comforter. “I’m going to buy the comforter.” She was amused at her thoughts but was serious “I’m buying this bed and the bellman. He's pretty good. Maybe I'll buy one of those too.” Her eyes drooped, heavy with sleep drawn in by a dream that was beaconing.

  She could see the light in the darkness. Shane moved toward it, that golden light, and as it took shape, she saw that it was that same shimmering golden elevator. It waited for her. Shane turned and took in the hotel lobby. Other than a
slight variation, it hadn’t changed much from how it looked since their arrival on Thursday night. She searched the space with her eyes to find the shift and smiled. It wasn’t something she could see; it was something she had to hear.

  The lobby was silent. Patrons and gamblers still roamed freely, but their constant chatter was barely audible. When she listened closely, she could hear a gentle sound, like rolling waves. It was hypnotic. Shane followed the sound in and out, envisioning water, but it wasn’t waves. It was breath. What she heard was Ryan breathing. Comforted by his presence, Shane slipped into the dream.

  She turned around to face the bellman, who seemed to have no issue with Ryan's breathing and the quiet patrons. "Going up?"

  She smiled. “This one?”

  “No, no.” he shook his head, “this one.” He gestured to the closed doors directly in front of her. It was the same elevator Ryan and Tess had entered. Shane cocked her head, and the doors parted, revealing the same shimmery golden elevator and Tess.

  Shane smiled. He nodded. “Going down?”

  A giggle rose in her throat, and she stifled it, raising her eyebrows before she turned her attention to Tess.

  “Hi, I didn’t know you were…”

  The bellman wasn’t done talking. He pushed on, interrupting. “I like your dress.”

  Confused, Shane glanced down. She wore a simple summer dress with thin cotton; the fabric was soft and sheer. It wasn't something she owned, although it was perfect for the Vegas heat. A sheer scarf was around her neck and hung unassumingly between her breasts.

  A smile was across her lips as she realized under the dress; she was naked. No bra. No panties. She stood naked under the sheer cotton. Shane looked up into the bellman’s watchful eyes, his approval was evident. It was easy to tell he had noticed the sheer fabric and the way it fell over her perky breasts. Feeling bold and beautiful, Shane winked as she stepped into the elevator. Before he disappeared behind the closing doors, she saw him smile.

  Shane turned to Tess, picking up from where she stopped. “I didn’t realize you were …here?” Was that the right word? Here in the elevator? In her dream?

  Tess had evolved during her time in Vegas, shifting roles from a prospective client, to a female adversary, to the object of her desire. She considered it and decided yes. Desire was the right word.

  “Tess.” Shane tested the girl’s name on her lips, finding comfort and intrigue at the taste of the girl’s name in her mouth.

  The elevator began to rise, golden numbers climbing as they rose into the sky.

  Tess leaned against the wall of the elevator and smiled.

  “Hi, Shane.” Blond hair fell over her shoulders in a silky spill. She looked like she was dressed for the club- on her way out instead of in. A black halter top covered her breasts with a strip of fabric that revealed the curve of her pretty tits, both above and below the fabric that bound her ribs. The skimpy halter top complimented her tanned skin, and the lack of it drew the observer's attention to her defined shoulders and adorable belly button. Black skinny jeans clung to her hips and hugged her curves. The pants ended just above her delicate ankles and perfect feet dressed in strappy black sandals that must have been made to match the top. Her toes peeked out, perfectly manicured and lovely.

  Shane wanted to kiss her toes.

  “Hi,” Shane echoed. Her voice was soft. She was suddenly shy. A nervous giggle fluttered in her belly, and Shane struggled to contain it. She stood rooted to the elevator floor, unsure of what to do.

  Tess moved toward her, closing the small space in a slow stride. “I like your elevator.” Her perfectly manicured hand reached out to push the red STOP button. The golden numbers stopped climbing, stuck on the sixty-ninth floor.

  Shane smiled, “How did you do that?”

  “Hmmm.” Tess let the sound hang in the air with them before she answered. “Honey, it’s your dream.”

  “Oh,” Shane considered, feeling the nerves tumble in her belly. “I guess it is.” She pushed a tumble of curls out of her eyes and ran both hands through her hair, pulling it back to tuck it behind her ears, wishing… wishing what? Came a small voice from inside her mind.

  Time seemed to skip. Tess was closer now; Shane could feel the girl’s breath on her skin, her lips close enough to touch.

  "I like your hair." Her fingers were no longer just beautiful but now they were also soft. Tess's fingertips skimmed her face, a whisper touch, barely-there over her cheek and jaw. Tess’ fingers slipped away and then connected again at Shane’s collar bone trailing over the defined bones, over the muscle and joint of her shoulder, down her arm to entwine with her fingers. Tess drew closer and closer. Shane’s heart raced. She could smell a hint of rosemary and mint in Tess’s hair. She reached out to touch the silky tresses. The hair slipped through her fingers like water, unwilling to be held captive.

  Tess looked at her, with her curious tawny eyes, her lips hovered for a moment before she began her descent. Tess cocked her head and found the tender skin in the hollow of Shane's throat. Tess's breath was warm on her skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake while her hands touched. Small soft hands separated Shane’s skin from the sheer fabric that moved over the contours of her curves. Tess’s exploring hands ran over the curve of her breast, her ribs, the tender flesh of her belly, and lower. Her hands went lower. Tess’s hands settled, her fingers curling over the curve of Shane’s hips.

  Shane found herself staring into Tess’s eyes as the girl pressed into her, taking her face in her hands and kissing her lightly on the mouth. Shane shivered as Tess's fingers slid under the sundress' straps and slid them from her shoulders. The barely-there dress fell to the floor.

  Oh. Shane stood naked before the golden goddess except for the scarf. She wanted more whisper touches, wanting to feel that golden hair slipping through her fingers and over her body. Tess held Shane's gaze and drew up to her full height. She was four inches taller than Shane without her strappy heels. She was beautiful and in control. Shane felt Tess's fingers trail up the length of her body, over her belly, between her breasts, up her neck, and to her chin. Tess pressed gently, encouraging Shane to stand tall.

  She understood and acquiesced. The message was clear. Her body on display, wearing only heels and the silk scarf that hung slight and discreet between her breasts.

  Tess ran the back of her hand over Shane’s body, finding its way to her nipple. Shane held her breath, drawing her stomach in and wanting more. Shane could tell it pleased Tess when her nipple tightened under Tess’ caress.

  Tess observed Shane. Her fingers were as curious as her eyes. She moved Shane’s hair to loosen the scarf from her neck and replaced it around Shane’s eyes, blinding her in darkness.

  Cast into darkness, Shane trembled in anticipation. She felt Tess’s perfectly manicured fingers wander over the curve of her breast, the expanse of her flat belly, and her back. They explored her. Touching is a sight in the dark. The fingers that caressed, leaving goosebumps in their wake over her ass, finding the tender skin at the back of her thigh. Shane felt Tess press into her, her mouth taking Shane’s, baptizing her in the warmth and wetness of her kiss. Her hands were against Shane’s skin, pulling her close. Shane kissed her back, desire rising in her belly. Oh, yessssss.

  Shane moved backward, obeying Tess’s touch as the taller girl pushed her into the elevator wall. Tess’s small hands were on Shane’s breasts, twisting her nipples. A moment later, Shane felt Tess’s mouth, her nipple caught between tender nips and delicious sucking. Shane bucked under the touch, and Tess rewarded her with increased pressure as she stroked the neglected breast, before circling Shane with her arms to pull her closer.

  Closer and closer. Shane felt Tess shift, the girl’s hand lowered now, warm breath on her thighs. Tess was pulling her down, and Shane obeyed. She found the floor, a cushion of the carpet underneath her bare back. Shane stretched out, luxuriating in the expanse of the carpet.

  Tess moved away, and Shane was lost
to her location, until she felt the girl kneel between her legs. Tess’ silky locks moved over her naked thighs and belly. Ohhhh. God.

  Shane felt Tess’s breath warm on her wet pussy as gentle hands pressed her knees farther apart.

  Oh please. Please.

  Tess ’s voice was in her ear. “I want to taste you.”

  Shane’s breath was caught in her throat.

  “Would you like that?” Tess teased.

  Shane tried to answer, but her voice had left her. She breathed into her response again and found her voice. "very much.”

  Tess’s hands moved over her hips and her ass, traveling over her thighs and knees, over her calves to the bend of her ankles, caressing her bare feet. Tess moved up her legs, warming Shane to her touch, giving comfort to the dark, letting Shane relax into her touch.

  Stroking her into liquid fire, this time Tess’s hand found its way up the tender skin of her inner thigh. Fingers slipping away at the last moment to caress her hips and belly up, over her ribs with a whisper touch on her breasts. Shane's heart started pounding as Tess’s hands circled back toward her stomach. Grazing the outer edges of her closely shaved pussy, Shane wasn’t sure if she heard or felt Tess say her name.

  Tess’s breath was warm on her pussy and Shane could almost feel her kiss, instead she heard the words.

  “So beautiful.” She felt Tess’s hands on her knees, spreading her apart. Her hands were moving over the trembling flesh of her inner thighs.

  Please.

  Her pussy was so hot, so wet.

  Tess’s hands framed her pussy, her thumbs massaging Shane’s ass cheeks as she spread her wide, pulling her apart, without direct touch.

  The sensation new, not even a move Ryan had tested. Ohhhh.