by Cynthia Dane
And yet he let his hand roam down her shoulder and to the buttons on the top of her dress, which he unbuttoned one by one until her cleavage spilled out. Surely it must be taunting him. Jasmine glanced down at his midsection but didn’t see anything different. He said that he didn’t have much time. Where was this going?
Ethan brought her closer to him. Jasmine thought that he would kiss her, but his hands diverted to her chest, pulling down her bust until her bra was halfway to hanging out. Shivers ran through her skin, and she continued to glance at the door for a while. No, no one would disturb them. The rule was that nobody disturbed Ethan Cole like that unless it was… Me. His personal assistant was the only one allowed to even knock on the door. Everyone else had to be permitted through the intercom if the door wasn’t open. This is so he can do things like this. Jasmine gasped as he yanked her bra down, popping her out of her dress and sending her off balance.
“Your breasts are beguiling.” Ethan leaned against his desk, one hand still in his pocket. He seemed pleased with himself as he smiled at her in that self-assured way. That’s how he charms money out of people’s pockets. How he charmed her panties off. “And to think, you’re jealous of poor Nadia, whom I’ve never even touched. She has a boyfriend, you know. Or had. I’m not sure anymore.”
Had. Jasmine knew, from her talks at lunch. “I’m not jealous.” Even though Nadia’s rack was easily twice the size of Jasmine’s. Natural too, not that Jasmine was paying attention while the receptionist hobbled around on her crutch. “And I believe you. Why would you lie to me?”
“You’re right.” Ethan pinched her nipple, making her hiss. “Why would I lie about that? I admit, I like the idea of you being jealous. A little, anyway. Must be a power thing.”
“You would know.” Jasmine clamped her lips shut. Too far! Especially when he was about to turn her into a willful submissive right there in his office.
“Indeed. I know.” The sunlight gleamed on his dark hair as he leaned down and kissed her breast, his tongue wasting no time licking around her nipple. Jasmine lost her balance again but did not fall. Not even with a thousand sparks of pleasure and nurtured arousal zipping through her at the speed of light. When she walked into that office a few minutes ago, sex was one of the last things on her mind. It should always be on my mind. Especially if this was how it was going to be: Ethan summoning her into his office so he could have his way with her at any moment’s notice. Jasmine could say no if she really wanted to, but would she? Why wouldn’t it always be on my mind? This man – this gorgeous, beguiling man, to steal his words – had a way with the tongue that would make any woman awake in a great desire to… to…
Ethan sat up, leaving Jasmine’s nipple much more erect than it was before. She wiped strands of hair out of her face and took a deep breath to collect her bearings. Not wearing any underwear alerted her to how needy she had become. Grateful I’m not wearing them now. Her legs shifted open, slightly enough to stimulate her between the thighs.
Take me, she almost whispered. She imagined Ethan sitting in his chair, zipper undone while he wore that charismatic smirk. The one that said he knew damn well what he was doing and that she was in good hands. Jasmine would straddle his lap and ride him right there, no work on his part, if he would rile her up just a little more. I’m young! I can do a quickie! The sooner they finished this, the sooner she could go transcribe those notes anyway – this time with an orgasm under her belt.
But that wasn’t Ethan’s plan. Sure, he lured her hand to his zipper and gave her that look. The one saying she knew what to do. Jasmine pulled it down, the black silk of Ethan’s shorts right beneath her fingertips.
He nudged the chair away with his foot. A strong hand clasped behind Jasmine’s head and pushed it down.
Are you serious? Jasmine stumbled to her knees, thankful that the chair was out of the way. Ethan nudged her again, not forcefully, but enough to let her know that certain things were expected per her contract.
Most men would just go to the bathroom to take care of the afternoon hard-on. Not Ethan Cole. Young billionaires hired women like Jasmine to wait on them in the office and then go down on them whenever there was a lull in their schedule.
Jasmine did her job. She opened his trousers, found him half-erect inside his boxers, and pretended that giving him head was the greatest honor she could give anyone that day.
Ethan was usually a quiet man. Not shy, not even somber, but quiet. He could tell someone off with one look, invite them into his office with a simple gesture, and inform someone that they were not to come back to the building ever again with a grunt. To hear him suddenly groan in excitement when Jasmine took him into her mouth was a rare treat.
His hands wrapped around her head, pulling her toward him as he enticed her to take as much as she could. I ain’t no Deep Throat, buddy. Nor did she think she could do this for more than a few minutes without her jaw wanting to die. Especially since the man was big enough to not only open her mouth wide but also force her to be mindful of her teeth. Last man I even grazed was a bit pissed off. Three million dollar signs danced in Jasmine’s head. One bite to Ethan Cole’s dick and she could probably kiss a third of that away.
For a man who had convinced her to get on her knees and suck him in his office without one damn gesture, Ethan was surprisingly tender in the way he gathered Jasmine’s hair into his hands and rubbed her scalp with his large, strong fingers. Jasmine wrapped her hand around his base and teased him with her tongue, tasting his arousal as it made its way from his body.
“I can assure you that Nadia has never done this to me,” Ethan said with that growl in his throat. Good. He’s enjoying this. They may have had only one previous encounter, but Jasmine already knew that tell. Mostly because it turned her on. “Let alone as good as you do.”
She slowly eased her lips off him, kissing the tip of his erection before letting her tongue twirl in circles around it. Jasmine looked up at him, eyes wide in defiance. “I don’t believe you,” she teased him with her demeanor.
“Fine. Want me to tell you how I’ve thought about fucking her?” Ethan gave a slight thrust forward, pushing his erection into her lips. Jasmine closed her eyes and concentrated on taking it back into her mouth as she listened to him go on about some fantasy he may or may not have about his receptionist. “I wouldn’t take her in here. I’d take her out there, right against her desk. Though I guess I should let her sit right now, huh?” Even with his cock in a woman’s mouth, Ethan found it in him to laugh at absurd imagery.
He was stiffening. Jasmine wondered if this was going to ride through to completion, with him coming in her throat and expecting her to not gag. Oh God I’m awful at that. Visions of boyfriends past swam in her mind, and suddenly she was back in a dorm room choking on some guy because there was no warning. I can’t do that in here! Not on only the second time. That kind of nightmare was best reserved for later on when he wouldn’t give a shit!
Then there was the matter of her own arousal. By now Jasmine tingled all over, her body reacting to what was foreplay for her. Why isn’t this thing in me, anyway? Blowjobs in the afternoon? Was this going to be every other day for the next six months? Cleaner for Jasmine, though she would have to invest in some travel-sized mouthwash if she were to face her coworkers without cowering in the corner. But a woman had some needs, damnit. She felt at her breasts with her free hand, whimpering at them still being out – and hard. She also wasn’t wearing underwear. Why would he make her take them off? Because seeing her lingerie on the carpet aroused him? Men were strange.
Her hand went from her chest to her thighs, startled to find how hot she was there. Bastard. Ethan must have thought the same thing, for he said, “Touch yourself.”
Jasmine was about two seconds ahead of him. But with his prodding, she went for it, humming against his flesh as she discovered how wet he had made her.
“Now look at you. How does it feel?” His voice was loaded with both genui
ne curiosity and a suggestion that it was rhetorical. “You like this sort of thing?” He pulled her head back, making her look at him. Before Jasmine knew it, she was nodding, her fingers halfway in her. She didn’t dare stop sucking him off to answer with words. Now I kinda want him to do it in my mouth… If she could time her pleasure with his, then maybe…
Her shoulders nudged, Jasmine came off him and almost fell backward. Except her wet hand was taken into Ethan’s, her body lured up and toward his lap. Now he kissed her, with one arm wrapped around her while the other grabbed himself to test her handiwork.
Satisfied, he stood up, his erection taunting her as it remained firm in his trousers. He reached into one of his front jacket pockets and pulled out a small square item.
“Bend over.”
Hallelujah! Her prayers had been answered.
Jasmine waited for him to actually bend her over the desk before doing anything. She wanted to feel him, with the strength he kept tucked away beneath designer suits, coerce her down to the fine wood where he wrote and signed the documents that controlled the destinies of thousands. Her breasts hit the desk first, her nipples grazing the mat Ethan wrote on every day. She gasped, reeling in pleasure before he could even pry her legs open after hiking her skirt up to her waist again.
His hands clamped onto her ass, echoing in the office as she jerked forward. Such an act sent something trickling down the inside of her thigh. Jasmine’s brain was too foggy to process words, but Ethan said something as he lined himself up and pushed into her.
He was not gentle anymore.
Jasmine cried out as he filled her, sparing her no careful attention with the way he took her. He came into her, over, over, and over, gradually opening her to him as her body did the rest. When he managed to reach into her as far as he could, Jasmine sighed, then whimpered in bitter ecstasy, for this damned position made Ethan reach her in places he could not on their first date. This is why I love it this way. Jasmine loved lots of positions. Especially the ones that filled her until she wasn’t sure she could take any more.
At first Ethan pinned her down as he thrust into her, holding her as still as possible until he had her just as he wanted. When that didn’t seem enough, he pulled one of her legs up onto the desk, the heel of her shoe sending a pen onto the floor. He was deeper now, and Jasmine cried out again. Thank God for a soundproof office only a billionaire could afford.
With his hand now holding her leg instead of holding her down, Jasmine lifted her torso up, giving her breasts the opportunity to feel the caress of the desk. If anyone walked through that door right now they would not only see Ethan Cole fucking her against his Desk of Domination, but also get an eyeful of what she packed around in her bust. The thought thrilled her enough to make her groan loud and long, an orgasm working its way through her loins.
“Oh, shit.”
His voice was raw, powerful… almost animalistic as it fought back the instincts taking him over as he pinned Jasmine down once more, taking her with hard, determined thrusts that reached into her core and pushed her over the edge. She began to moan just as he lost himself, the pulsing sensation within Jasmine only adding to her peak as her knuckles turned white against the desk and her breath left her body. While he spent himself inside her, Ethan slowed his thrusts, but made sure to reserve some strength to ease her down from her high.
Much too soon he pulled out and collapsed into his chair. Jasmine slumped to her knees, one arm still on the desk as she felt half her arousal run down her leg. When she touched herself, she was not surprised to find that Ethan had temporarily opened her to her limits.
She was satisfied, and with any luck so was he.
“You’re dismissed, Miss Bliss.” Ethan tucked himself back into his pants and turned toward the window again. “Make sure you clean up. I want those transcripts by today.”
He had a private bathroom connected to his office where Jasmine went as soon as she had the strength to do so. She had to remind herself that this was purely business, not romance.
Purely business, not romance.
Good damn thing because so far Ethan Cole sucked at that shit.
12
Jasmine didn’t know if she was relieved or not, but the office finally turned into the kind of environment she expected when she started this job. Granted, the only thing that changed was that now Ethan would summon her at any given time and demand certain things.
Not every day. Thank God. But they quickly fell into a pattern that mimicked every other day. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Sometime in the afternoon after returning from lunch, Ethan would zip by Jasmine’s desk and ask her to come see him in his office. It took a couple of times for Jasmine to finally catch on to what he wanted. Most of the time he wanted her to go down on him while he either stared out the window or tried to read the damned newspaper again. How blissfully romantic! This must be what the 1950s were like. Husband in his bowler hat sitting at the checkered kitchen table while the wife with perfectly permed hair and pearl necklace got down on her clean kitchen floor and sucked sausage for breakfast. “Looks like those Commies are at it again!” the husband would say just before he gave his wife another pearl necklace for their anniversary.
Only once did Ethan ask for anything else. That was the day he pulled Jasmine into his lap while he sat in his office chair. Of course it couldn’t be in a normal position. He made her brace her hands against his desk while he did her from behind, taking his time to feel her up while she groaned against oak and wished that just once he would go down on her again. Lure me in with your sweet tongue, why don’t you? Not that what he kept in his pants didn’t do a good enough job on its own, Jasmine made sure to tell him that day.
They got to the point where Jasmine spent most of her evenings at home browsing the Internet for ways she could liven things up. She only knew so many ways to get a guy hard and suck him off. So she joined a forum for women about sexuality, reading up on old threads for position ideas and fantasies that a couple could play out at home. Honestly, Jasmine only cared about one thing. She started a thread titled “BJ Tips Please!!!” and waited for the newbie comments to come in. She was not disappointed. Within a half hour she had five responses, each one more ridiculous than the last. I’m not going to stand on my head and blow him upside down. She would need an even bigger bonus to attempt that.
On the Wednesday before Valentine’s Day, Jasmine was summoned into Ethan’s office just as she anticipated. By now she knew this drill. Her only hope was that he would give her something in return today, since she woke up that morning full of raging hormones that demanded a sacrifice between the legs. Really, the least that Ethan Cole could do was take her for a spin in the office chair again.
At first everything seemed as it was. Jasmine went into the office, closed the door behind her, and stood in front the desk as she waited for her orders. She rather hoped that they would start with the usual trip into Ethan’s pants, but her boss kept his legs crossed while he flicked something on his tablet. He barely glanced up at her. “How many outfits do you have?”
Jasmine took a step back. “I have quite a few. Why?”
“That’s funny. You don’t seem to wear very many of them.”
He can’t be serious. Ever since he made that comment about her wearing the same outfit, Jasmine had been more cautious about recycling them too soon. In a way, it was good for her, since it made her look at her closet and find inspirational ways to mix and match her pieces. Today she wore a long-sleeved black turtleneck with a white pencil skirt covered in black vine motifs. She had never worn this exact outfit before, although the pieces had been used in other outfits over the past few weeks. I dress like a normal person, you know. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Mr. Cole.”
Finally, he put his tablet away and uncrossed his legs. “I don’t want you to say anything in particular. It is what it is. I had hoped that I would see a little more variety in your wardrobe, but I guess the ti
me has come for me to give you a special privilege.”
Jasmine’s eyebrows went up. “Oh?”
Ethan pushed the button on the intercom. “Nadia, come in here for a moment.”
“Sure thing.” Five seconds later, the doors opened, and there was Nadia, dressed like someone straight out of Vogue Magazine. It would have made Jasmine sick if she didn’t like the woman. “What can I do for you?”
Ethan motioned to Jasmine on Nadia’s left. “I want both of you to take the rest of the afternoon off to get some shopping done. Use that one store card. You know the limit.” Ethan pulled out a paper to sign, content to ignore them both now.
“Excuse me?” Jasmine looked toward Nadia. “What is he talking about?” Taking the afternoon off to go shopping? Now that was more too good to be true then getting three million dollars to suck a guy’s dick three times a week. Something that Jasmine was apparently not doing today.
