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"Listen.” She tosses her paper cup in the trash can. "Maybe sometime we could get coffee and to know each other a little better? I know it's hard to find friends in this city, and it's always good to know people at work."
I can't argue with her sentiment, but I doubt her motives. Regardless, I smile. "Sure. That would be great."
"I'll email you to set something up,” she says on the way out of the kitchen. "Have a good rest of the day!"
"You have no idea,” I say under my breath.
When I get back to my desk only ten minutes have passed. Two hours to go.
At five of five I'm so nervous I feel like I'm about to throw up. People are leaving the office, and I smile at them as they go. Soon it's go
ing to be just us.
4:59.
I feel like the changing the old saying to 'The watched clock never changes.' It's sixty seconds of terror and longing.
5:00.
I take a breath. Another one. Then I get up and go into Charles' office. I shut the door behind me, and lock it. "I'm glad you're on time,” he says.
"I'd been watching the clock all day."
He smiles at me in way that promises wicked things. "I hoped you would."
We stare at each other for a long moment. I finally ask. "We're in rule number two situation here, right?"
"Yes we are," he says, "and I want you completely naked."
Heat rushes into my body and suddenly my heart is in my throat. He watches me, waiting. Rule 2b floats into my head, and I know that he won't hesitate. Even if I am curious about what punishing me might mean, I'm not sure I'm ready for that.
I step out of my shoes, and remove my pants. My shirt is next, and I'm acutely aware of his eyes on my body. I add my bra to the pile, and my panties are last. I'm naked. He's staring at me and I feel utterly vulnerable. I resist the urge to cover myself with my hands.
"Come here."
I walk around the desk to him, and he stands. I'm not sure why I didn't realize until this moment how much taller than me he is. He takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes. His fingers move from my nipples to my rib cage, barely touching my skin and making me shiver. "You are so beautiful." He keeps his hands moving over me, up and down until I'm drowning in sensation. "My turn,” he says. “Undress me."
He's already taken off his shoes, and I can see his erection straining through his pants. I admit, I'm dying to see every bit of him. I unbutton his shirt and shove it off his shoulders. His t-shirt follows suit. I'm too impatient to take my time with him.
His chest is perfect, softly defined and smooth. I reach to touch his stomach, and he catches my hand. "Later." He nods downward.
I blush, knowing what is underneath. I undo his belt, and I have to kneel to get his pants all the way off. Then it's just his underwear, and then there's nothing. He pulls me off my knees. "Believe me, I can't wait to be inside your mouth. But not tonight. Get on the desk."
I look at his desk and realize it's been rearranged. Things have been moved, and his desk--which was already huge--seems larger. "You realize that we're about to become a total cliché by having sex on your desk?"
"Do you care?"
"No."
"Good,” he says. "Now, I have something for you." He opens a drawer and pulls out a scarf, and my heart starts to beat faster. I'm not ready to be tied up I don't think. "I would like to blindfold you,” he says. "Do you need to use rule number three?"
I think. Do I trust him with this? Yes. A blindfold can be removed. "No, I'm okay."
He turns me and wraps the scarf around my eyes. I close my eyes so they're bound shut and I won't be tempted to cheat. Of course I'll be tempted to cheat, but this way I won't.
"You can talk, you know." I feel the knot become firm. "I'm not making you take a vow of silence just because you're submitting to me."
My pussy clenches in response to his words. It knows what it wants even if my head isn't sure. Like it heard the word submitting and screamed 'yes, this is what I want!' "I'm not sure what to say."
"Just talk to me."
I reach out in my blindness and his hand grabs mine. He leads it to his chest, and I love how solid he is. "Everything in my body wants to submit,” I say, the words somehow easier when I can't see his face. "But my mind is telling me I'm crazy for wanting this. Show me I'm wrong."
"Yes Ma'am." I hear the smile in his voice, and it's a big one. "And that's the last order you get to give tonight, do you understand?" His voice grows stern again.
Now it's my turn to smile. "Yes, Sir."
His hands are on my hips then, leading me to the desk, lifting me onto it like I weigh nothing. "Lie back and open your legs." I bite my lips as I do what he asks, blushing at the mental image of just how exposed I am. "I've thought about having you spread open for me, and it is so much better than I imagined."
His hands touch my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples and rolling them just to the edge of pain only to release them again. My back arches off the desk, I moan. I don't care about being loud now, there's no one in the office to hear me.
Warmth touches my stomach, his mouth open and tongue roaming. "Oh god." He's tasting me just like he said he would. I feel myself get wetter, if that's even possible at this point. He laughs against my skin, but he doesn't stop. Instead he moves, licking down my stomach. I'm breathing like I've run a marathon, and he hasn't even really touched me yet.
A kiss flutters against my right thigh. Then the other one. A brush of tongue on the mound above my pussy. A gentle bite on my right thigh again, closer. Then the left. He alternates back and forth, getting closer each time. Lips, teeth, tongue, until he's so close, and I'm straining for him to touch me there. My hips rise off the desk and a hand moves to my stomach holds them down.
Heat floods my entire body. He's going to take his time, and there's nothing I can do to make it go faster. My whole body tenses, with the anticipation. I can feel his breath across my pussy. His mouth is right there, and my hips have a mind of their own trying to reach him. He doesn't let them.
Instead, the lightest touch of a kiss on my nether lips, and I gasp. The barest flick of a tongue across my clit. A nip to the left, a kiss to the right, a sweep of the tongue down. Never the same place in a row, each a deeper sensation than the last. He grazes his teeth on my clit, and my whole body shudders. There are sounds coming from me that I've never heard before. I'm on the edge, but he's holding me there, not letting me go over.
Finally, a strong stroke of the tongue from bottom to top, swirling my clit and every touch is a starburst of pleasure. His mouth seals over my clit, and he sucks deeply. I go over the edge, and I see my own constellation of stars. My hands are in his hair, and he doesn't stop. His tongue is everywhere, licking and curling, and plunging deep into my pussy over and over again.
Both his hands lock around my hips and he lifts them off the desk, pulling me deeper against his mouth while he fucks me with his tongue. He moves from inside me to the outside and back, sucking and pulling and plunging. The second orgasm is slower, pulled from deep inside me like a wave. I rise slowly, and he knows. He has to know. He's slowing down, inching from one place to the next. "Please,” I say, and that's all it takes. He licks into me again, deeper than I knew he could and the wave crests. My whole body feels bathed in this pleasure. I want it to last forever just like this.
He lowers my hips back onto the desk. His mouth is still on me, bringing me down from pleasure with gentle breaths and kisses. Then his mouth is gone, and it seems strange that it's not there. His hands find mine and he pulls me upright. His hands wind their way up my body, across my breasts and to my shoulders. He curves his fingers around the back of my neck and then I feel his lips on mine.
His tongue asks a question and I answer. I can taste myself on his lips and the deviant nature of that hits me in the gut and I'm suddenly wet again.
The blindfold is pulled off and the light streams into my eyes, blinding. The sun is setting over the city and the office is fiery. Charles is standing in front of me, and I take the moment to look at him. I trace the lines from his collarbones down across his chest through the valley of his abs and arrive at his very erect cock. He's holding the scarf that was the blindfold, and he's looking at me oddly. Almost expectantly. "Give me your hands please, Alyssa."
My stomach drops. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that, Sir."
"I know it's a step. Your hands will be in front of you, and I'm not going to make it so you can't escape if you need to.” He flashes me that wicked grin. "This time. Do you trust me enough to try it?"
I take a breath easier. Yes, I can try it. I can get free. "Yes."
I hold out my hands, and he takes a step closer while winding the blue fabric around
my wrists. "If this is too much for you, there is rule three."
I look up at him, and I can tell he's telling the truth: he will stop if I ask him too. The feeling settles in my gut. I don't want him to stop. "No,” I say. The scarf is knotted so loosely around my hands, it's practically a joke. "And this I can handle."
He grins as he sheathes himself in a condom, then he takes my hands and places them around his neck. The scarf tightens, and now my hands are locked to his shoulders. "How about now?" he asks. He doesn't give me a chance to respond, pushing my legs opening and slipping inside me.
I'm so sensitive, I can't help the moan that comes out. He lifts my legs up and I wrap them around his waist so I'm completely tangled in him. The edge of the desk is digging into my ass and I don't care. "This time I don't want you to close your eyes."
"Can I blink?" The words are out before I can stop them, and he laughs. The vibrations moving through me everywhere we're touching. Everywhere. "Yes, you can blink."
"Good."
He kisses me and I keep them open, locking eyes with him and daring him to be the one to blink first. He starts to move inside me, rocking me back into the desk. Each movements sets sparks off across my already sensitized body. He groans into my mouth, and his pace quickens. It isn't gentle, it's fierce. He stops kissing my mouth and moves to my neck, sucking on my skin as he plunges into me.
I didn't think that I could reach a third orgasm, but I feel it on the horizon. Charles puts his hands under my ass and lifts, and suddenly I'm in the air. Our faces are level and he's holding me and fucking me and I let my head drop back in the sudden wave of helplessness and desire.
He turns and presses me against the window, fingers digging into my legs as he holds me exactly where he wants me and doesn't let me go. He doesn't slow as he slams into me, every stroke drawing my orgasm closer. I can feel the emptiness of the air behind the glass and I don't care that the window is shaking with every thrust.
I'm so close, again, and he's close. He's staring at me and I'm staring at him, and I see the moment it hits him. His mouth is rough on top of mine and I go over with his final thrust. Everything explodes, and I'm not sure if my eyes are open anymore. Sheer pleasure sings through my body, and I'm shuddering on his cock still inside me. Another burst of pleasure rushes through me at the knowledge that I had nothing to do with this. Charles took what he wanted from me, and I gave it to him.
