by L E May
I gasped as I reached my own orgasm, moving my hand against my clitoris slowly, trying to extend the duration of my climax. I opened my eyes and sighed.
‘Sorry, you were saying?’
I heard Chris chuckle again before finishing off his story.
‘Well that’s pretty much it. The cycle ends, the jets slow down, and the spa is silent except for the sound of our heavy, gasping breath. I pull out of her and take her in my arms, turning on the Jacuzzi again. I hold her against me, kissing her long and deep until the bubbles finish. Then I get out, wrap the towel around her, and kiss her goodbye. She doesn’t ask for my number and she doesn’t come to the gym again. I go get changed and wait for my next appointment.’
‘Wow, now I’m disappointed I won’t get your workout reward.’ I smiled shyly.
‘Yes you did appear to enjoy that story quite a lot, Miss Jones.’ His voice was full of longing.
‘Is it like that every time?’ I asked, amused by the thought of these women thinking they were doing something special when Chris has a predetermined plan for them.
‘No, they make it happen, sometimes they just ask me to carry something to their car and then pounce on me in the parking lot.’
‘You can tell me that story next time.’ I grinned, excited that there would be more stories.
‘I look forward to it, Liv. You’re very receptive to my story telling and I like that a lot.’
‘Good. Well I’m going to go take a shower and try not to imagine you fucking me in there. Have a good night whatever it is you’re doing.’
‘Well, I’ve done it, my plan was to spend the evening with you and that’s what I did. I’m going to do some coursework and then go to bed.’
I felt a glow of happiness spread through me, this sexy man would rather stay in and talk to me than go out and potentially meet someone. I felt like a very lucky girl indeed.
Chapter Twenty-three
Steven arrived early to work on Monday morning and I was relived. I made a cup of tea and invited him into my office, gesturing towards the sofa. He sat down warily. He looked tired and I was itching to ask him about Melissa, about his decision, but thought it best not to pry. I didn’t really want it confirmed, couldn’t bear to hear him say it out loud. I think he could see the question lined up in my mind, and was tensed in preparation for it. I relieved him of his fear.
‘Hey, good to have you back.’
I touched his shoulder lightly and he looked at my hand and back at my face, his eyes registered surprise, and a glint of humour appeared.
‘Did you miss me?’ He teased.
‘I did.’ I nodded genuinely and I saw a tiny hint of pink touch his cheeks and he looked down at his hands. I continued.
‘I wanted to talk to you about your job description.’ His eyes flickered up to meet mine, his forehead crumpled in confusion.
‘James is starting today, and I’m interviewing a few more candidates next week. I don’t want them coming in above you. You’re much more important to Inspired than just an intern.’ I paused, waiting for my words to sink in and watched his face soften. His eyes sparkled.
‘You just hate filling out those weekly monitoring forms.’ He grinned.
‘That is true,’ I grinned back, ‘but it’s also true that I trust you with project work, and with my own personal ideas and designs. I trust your judgement and I value your opinion.’ I stopped and met his eyes, ‘I’ve never sought anyone’s opinion before, Steven, and the fact that I seek yours is a huge thing for me.’
He nodded, blushing.
‘Well I’m glad, glad you trust me.’ He looked away sadly and I closed my eyes as his words hit me.
‘I wish I’d realised it sooner.’ I said quietly, smiling sadly.
He nodded imperceptibly, the slight movement of his cheek was the only indication of his emotion as he tensed his jaw.
‘So what’s my new job title?’
‘“Projects Manager”; I’ve drawn up a new employment contract.’
I handed him a pile of papers that included his job description and contract.
‘I’m sure the pay rise will come in handy too under the circumstances.’
He shrugged slightly and looked at me, his eyes shining with amusement.
‘Thank you, Ols. This means a lot to me. I know I’m young and inexperienced but I won’t let you down, I promise.’
My smile grew into a grin and I threw my arm around his shoulder.
‘I know you won’t –’ I squeezed him ‘– and no bossing the staff around either, they report to me, not you, you just get to allocate the work and oversee the production.’
He nodded, grinning. ‘I’d make a terrible boss, Ols, but time management, programming, and ideas? I can do all that in my sleep.’
‘Good, well go do some work – you’re three days behind schedule.’ I chided but my eyes were smiling.
He nodded, rising to his feet, and moving towards the door. He paused in the doorway.
‘I haven’t made any kind of decision yet, Ols, except that until I work out what to do about Melissa I can’t be chasing after you. The only decision I made is to forget about you and me. Whatever I decide to do, we’ve been ruined by this situation.’
His words made sense to me and I knew he was right. I’d already made the same decision about it, but hearing his words, the finality of it, cut through me. I stood up, my eyes locking onto his, so full of regret and sadness. I moved forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. He didn’t move, didn’t respond, he just closed his eyes.
‘I know.’ I whispered and moved away to my desk. By the time I turned around he had gone, the door slowly clicking shut behind him.
James arrived promptly at 10 a.m. He looked every inch the stereotypical nerd: brown corduroy flares, comic book T-shirt, and thick-framed glasses. His hair was a mass of uncontrolled curls. He was the complete opposite of Steven who was sporting his well-styled floppy hair, distressed-looking jeans, and a paisley shirt over a T-shirt, the sleeves rolled up revealing his slightly sun-kissed forearms. James peered round the door of the office cautiously, relief flooding his features when he saw me smiling at him.
‘Hi, James, come on in. This is your desk. Can I get you a drink?’ I asked, standing up from his chair and moving aside to let him sit down.
‘Coffee would be great thanks, Olivia.’
It struck me as odd to hear someone call me Olivia, it sounded so formal. I shook my head remembering my irritation at Steven’s familiar use of Olly on his first day.
‘You can just call me Olly,’ I said over my shoulder as I filled the kettle. I saw him nod in understanding.
‘James, this is Steven, he’s the projects manager, so you’ll be liaising with him a lot on your assignments.’
I watched as he leaped out of his seat, thrusting his hand towards Steven to shake it. Steven looked bemused, still getting used to his new job title and responsibility.
‘So shall we all hang out on the sofa for a bit and we can fill James in on what we are working on?’ I suggested, setting down the three hot drinks on the coffee table and settling into the larger of the sofas.
Steven joined me and James sat on the opposite sofa. We discussed the new projects, on-going projects, and potential clients we were meeting with. Steven updated us on his progress to date and his projected time scales and how the work would be split between him and James.
An hour later we were all back at our desks working. James settled in immediately, happy just to have a computer in front of him and a project to programme. I spent my afternoon sorting through HMRC documents, registering James as an employee, changing Steven’s salary, and sorting out our monthly BACS payments. I hated doing the accounts and was relieved I’d advertised for a finance and admin worker. I couldn’t wait to hand those bits of work over to someone else.
Steven knocked on my door as he was on his way out at 5 p.m.
‘Hey, Ols, I’ve left a few sections of programming for James
to do tomorrow, you remember I’m in Birmingham for a conference, right? He answered my puzzled expression before I could ask. I nodded.
‘Of course, you all set for it?’ I asked, I’d actually completely forgotten about the conference.
‘I think so, not really sure what to expect but I’ll just charm the pants off everyone and hope for the best.’ He grinned, his eyes sparkling.
‘OK, well, have fun. Are you taking Wednesday morning off to make up for travelling tonight?’
‘I can do that?’ His eyes widened in surprise. I nodded, frowning.
‘Of course, I’m eating into your free time. In fact take it whenever you want, doesn’t have to be Wednesday morning, take Friday afternoon if you want. Whenever, just let me know in advance.’
‘Cheers, Ols.’ He lingered at my door, wanting to say more but not really knowing what to say, and eventually smiling to himself he left the office.
I sighed, I had known the first day would be difficult, but we had survived it. I felt almost guilty at times that I’d turned my thoughts towards Chris whenever I was feeling distracted by Steven and it helped me put him out of my mind. Once again he was my Knight in shining armour. I closed down my computer and made my way out to the main office.
‘Oh hey, James, we finish at five.’ I said startled that I wasn’t alone.
‘Steven said it would be OK if I just finished up this section of code, I just finished it anyway so I’m good to go now.’
‘Great, I’ll wait for you and lock up.’
‘Did you get your parcel? Some guy dropped it in earlier.’
I frowned, shaking my head and looking around I spotted the parcel on the edge of Steven’s desk. It was addressed to me, I guessed Steven had known better than to open parcels addressed to me after the unfortunate incident with the vibrator. Once again I hadn’t ordered anything and my stomach flip-flopped as I wondered if it was another inappropriate gift from Chris. I stuffed the parcel into my bag and followed James through the door.
When I arrived home, I pulled the parcel from my bag and ripped it open. Inside the wrapping was an Agent Provocateur box. My heart started beating loudly. This was serious lingerie. I lifted out the underwear neatly folded inside the tissue paper and held it up for inspection; it was a cream coloured lace basque, the material heavy and stiff, with a delicate lace covering. It fastened at the front and had satin ribbon threaded through the front for tightening. I glanced back in the box and saw a sheer lace thong to match the basque and cream stockings and suspenders. My body flushed with wanting, I was so excited to try this outfit on. There was a card inside the box that simply said, Hope to see you wearing this later. My heart skipped a beat. I wondered if he was online and decided to wait until later. I needed to exercise, shower, and eat. Then I could slip into something sexy and make myself available online. God, I sound like an adult chat line or something, perhaps I should start charging!
Chapter Twenty-four
I stared at my reflection in disbelief, partly because I couldn’t believe I was wearing this outfit and partly because I looked pretty good in it. I’d always imagined I’d look and feel stupid in something like this but I didn’t. I felt sexy, beautiful even.
The basque hugged the contours of my body, flattening and smoothing as it went. The underwiring lifted my breasts, displaying enticingly soft, mounds above the top of the material. The basque sat on the top of my hips and dipped toward the centre, skimming the top of my pubic bone and displaying a glimpse of the lace thong.
It had taken me ages to work out how to use the suspenders, eventually finding the loops on the bottom of the basque to hook them in. The stockings were pure silk and felt luxurious against my skin. Clipping the suspenders to hold them in place felt like I was strapping myself in. My outfit was connected from top to toe.
I let out a long breath and made my way to the living room and flipped open the laptop.
I decided to call him first so that I could get into a position while he was answering the call so he would get a full view of his present when the camera connected. I stood waiting in the middle of the room.
‘Wow!’ I heard his voice loud and clear though the speakers, ‘you look amazing.’
I grinned, I couldn’t help it, I’d been aiming for seductive and aloof but I was just so pleased by his compliment. I took a step towards the sofa.
‘Wait! Give me a twirl first. Slowly,’ he added with that quietly demanding voice, full of authority.
I slowly turned a circle, pausing as I faced away from him and bending one knee slightly, forcing me to lean forward, showing my mostly naked bottom. I smiled as I heard his sharp intake of breath. He’s definitely an ass man!
‘Thank you for my present,’ I said as I took a seat on the sofa, ‘although I think it’s more a present for you than it is for me.’ I raised an eyebrow in question and waited for his confirmation.
‘I like to think of it as a learning resource. But I certainly can’t complain about the view. I have good taste I think.’ His voice was teasing again.
‘Impeccable taste. I’m amazed it’s the right size.’
‘Oh, but Liv, it’s my job to recognise weight and body shape. Of course I knew the right size.’ He sounded almost offended that I didn’t recognise his skill.
‘I thought I would feel a bit slutty in something like this, but I don’t.’
‘Why should you? It covers up almost all of your body, and yet looks far sexier than just a bra and panties set. The imagination is a very powerful thing, Liv, it’s always good to leave something for us to think about.’
‘So what are you thinking about now?’ I asked, smiling slowly.
‘I’m imagining ripping that thong off you and fucking you hard against the back of the sofa.’ There was no embarrassment or teasing note to his voice, he sounded soft but firm and completely honest. My muscles clenched, sending waves of excitement through my stomach.
‘I was hoping you might imagine something more realistic.’
‘But then it wouldn’t be a fantasy.’
I felt a prickle of disappointment at the back of my neck and realised I’d secretly hoped that somehow we would meet in person and have some mind-blowing sex. I heard him chuckle quietly.
‘Don’t look so disappointed, Liv. You’ll find your dream man soon enough I’m sure and you’ll be ready to fuck him all over the place.’
My smile was resigned, but I knew he was right. After all I still didn’t know for sure what Chris looked like, and what if I met him and just didn’t fancy him? His voice might be my undoing but I doubted I would want to let him touch me if I didn’t find him physically attractive.
‘So when are you replacing your webcam?’
He laughed, ‘It’s ordered, don’t you worry, you’ll see me soon enough.’
‘So what are you going to teach me next?’ I asked, happy with his news.
‘Well I believe we’ve completed stage one of your training, you seem to be quite confident about your body now. You even seem a little more confident about sex judging by your response to my story the other night.’
‘But you said there was still a lot to learn.’ I cringed at the whine in my voice, I didn’t want this to stop, but he sounded as if he had already helped me as much as I needed.
‘Oh there is, Liv, you need to get to know your body, what it wants, what arouses it, what it takes to make you come.’ His words were vibrating through me sending ripples of pure lust to the centre of my sex. I shifted my body, forcing myself against the sofa, trying to rub some of the frustration away. I heard him chuckle again, he knew what I was doing, he knew what he was doing to me. I felt a flush of shame.
‘Where is your vibrator?’
My eyes widened. Surely he didn’t want me to use that?
‘It’s in my bedroom.’
‘Go get it,’ he demanded, ‘and walk slowly,’ the softer teasing tone returning to his voice. I felt a rush of excitement wash over me as I made my way slowly to th
e bedroom, rushing as soon as I was out of sight of the webcam. I returned to the sofa and held up the vibrator. It felt heavy in my hand and I regarded it with interest. Except for that first time I’d used it, I hadn’t really looked at it. There was still something about it that just felt dirty, I didn’t like to think about it, although I realised feeling uneasy about a vibrator was ridiculous compared to the way I’d been behaving lately.
Chris instructed me to lie back on the sofa, my head resting on the arm, my left knee raised, lying along the back of the sofa, and my right foot bent, placed on the floor. I felt exposed, but immediately turned on. This felt different, he was commanding, directing me, I shivered with anticipation.
‘OK, I’m going to tell you another story, you feel free to join in anytime you like.’ He paused and I nodded to show I understood. He went on, ‘I had a final session with a client today. This particular client wanted to get into shape to join a boxing club. So we had been doing a lot of skipping to improve her agility and stamina. Anyway, she works unusual shifts and this morning she had to be in work for 7 a.m., which meant that we had to meet at the gym at 5 a.m. Luckily, I have keys for the gym and my boss trusts me to be in there outside normal opening hours. It also meant, of course, that we were completely alone and would be right up until she had to leave at 6.30 a.m.’
‘So you rewarded her for all her hard work?’
I felt a ridiculous stab of envy at the thought of Chris with someone else. I wanted him to only want me, but I knew that was stupid, I doubted for a moment if he even wanted me at all. I heard him chuckle quietly.
