by Lauren Wood
The stains of nicotine on her fingers indicated her way of handling things was by puffing like a chimney. I had to admit that was a monkey that I had on my back, but I had recently learned how to cope. Cigarettes had no hold on me and I was going to have to broach the topic with Janine to see if she was willing to take a leap of faith.
“A therapist is only good when the patient they are seeing is willing to understand they have a problem. It shouldn’t come as any surprise that Jules is the one that has to live with his decisions.” I couldn’t help but feel bad for all of them and they were stuck in an untenable situation and had no way to break free of the endless cycle.
She opened up easily and there were a few holdouts, but mostly they were male and they didn’t want to say anything that would come back to haunt them. I respected their opinion, but they needed to understand this was a safe place and none of what was being said was going to be shared in any way with Jules. I wouldn’t even have considered telling him anything over pillow talk.
“I don’t know about other therapists, but you do your profession proud. I feel like I can actually get some sleep tonight and not toss and turn until the wee hours of the morning.” She smoothed out her skirt and she managed to fix her face before opening up the door and finding Jules standing there with his hands behind his back like he was hiding something.
He didn’t say anything and Janine was understandably still upset and decided to scurry down the hallway and into the elevator to leave at the end of the day.
The door slammed and I could see his anger and the way that his cheeks had turned a different shade of red. I think he was trying to intimidate, but it wasn’t going to work.
“I could have chosen anyone for this job, but I chose you because I thought you could make short work of what was bothering them. I get the feeling you have no intention of leaving my employment anytime soon. It might be a good idea for us to discuss things over dinner.” If this was his half baked attempt at getting a date then he really was on the cusp of a mental breakdown. It could be he was trying to deflect the possibility of rejection which wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
“I would bite my tongue and hold my breath until I turn blue, but nothing will be settled that way. You pushed these people passed their breaking point. Is it any wonder they cracked under the pressure? There are no easy fixes. If you truly want to help them then you will allow them to find some peace on my couch. I’ll be glad to discuss my treatment, but you will not get me to talk about them by name.” I was new to the office and I didn’t know the politics or how to deal with the seething resentment coming off of him in waves.
“I get this feeling you enjoy listening to people tell you their problems. I want you to know that I’m on to you and this sick little game of yours to make me look bad.” His name did come up several times, but there were other issues lying underneath the surface. This case had only awakened deep unresolved sins. They didn’t know what to do with the feeling of guilt without manifesting it into something life threatening.
“I do get a certain sense of elation by helping people. I do what I can to make the most out of a bad situation. There comes a time in everyone’s life that they have to reevaluate their moral code of conduct. It would be a good idea for you to do the same and you never know what you’re going to find lurking underneath.” I was trying to think of anything to say to prevent myself from running into his arms.
“These people might need you and I’m going to reluctantly agree to keep you around, but I think you understand my head is off limits.” He grabbed his jacket from behind the door. It was a long trench coat which obviously was his way of lording his wealth and fame over others.
“I would be remiss if I didn’t say that the one person that needs help the most is you. There’s obviously something in your past, a block that is preventing you from seeing that your actions have consequences.” I felt like my skin was crawling and there was definitely an itch that I couldn’t scratch alone. I only had to look at his hands to imagine the sexual chemistry. He would always overcompensate and if I could translate that into the bedroom then his need to please was going to be my gain.
“Your profession has always fascinated me, but I never could understand how anybody could need somebody to tell them what to do. You would think they would get enough of that from their family to last them a lifetime. There will always be some dysfunction in their own life which they never want to voice because they are too afraid of confrontation.” He did have issues and he might have believed otherwise, but I could see through him like a cheap suit.
“I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but I do feel like I have something to offer. Others may do this for the money, but I don’t need much to live on. I have no interest in gaining personal wealth or desire to have a boat or any other trappings of luxury.” He was listening intently, but I was not sure he was buying what I was trying to sell.
“I don’t know what you want from me and we tried therapy and I showed you just what I think about it. There’s no point in trying to convince me otherwise and it’s not going to work.” He was a whirlwind of emotions and he then stepped from the room and I followed like there was an invisible leash connecting me to him.
Chapter 4
I thought he was going to take me to a fine dining kind of restaurant, but instead, he surprised me. I followed him in my car and he bypassed the main thoroughfare and veered into an exit which led to a suburban neighborhood.
He drove his BMW which still probably had the new car smell from the overanxious way he had bought it without thinking things through. His home was tasteful with a brick façade and two columns in front like some Roman Guardians standing as his personal sentinels.
He pressed this button and the lights inside illuminated the way with the door swinging open. He was obviously stuck on the idea of technology and he had no problem putting his trust in something of an inanimate object.
I was barely through the door when he pressed his form up against me and was breathing hotly in my face and smiling at the same time. He touched my cheek and moved that one finger down over my blouse. I stopped breathing for a second. He ripped the front of it open like we had been lovers for many years.
I tried to hide my shame, but he pushed my hands away and flicked his finger on my bra to make it come undone. He was quite proficient and no doubt there were several young ladies who had been subject to his sort of seduction.
“I don’t know about you, Felicia, but I’m through playing these games with you. The sexual chemistry is hard to deny and your body has been crying out to me from across the room.” He already alluded to the possibility of something physical happening between us. I’d tried to force myself to think of anything else, but my nipples were sure signs that his words were having the desired effect.
“I think you might be making a mistake and this display is not going to convince me of anything.” I was trying to remain a liberated woman, but he dipped his head and took one of those hard nipples into his mouth. “I don’t think you know what you’re doing.” The one thing he did know was how to please a woman and I was now in the throes of what he considered to be a romantic gesture.
He lifted me into the air and a gasp of desire came from my lips. My long legs were wrapping around him like a boa constrictor. I didn’t know if I could trust him with my heart, but my body was another matter altogether.
“The only mistake I made was hiring you before I had a chance to get to know you intimately.” His head was between my breasts, trailing a wet line down between the mounds of flesh. I soon found gravity to be my worst enemy. He dropped me like a bad habit.
“I look at you on the floor and I find myself in the position of making you eat more than your words.” I had landed heavily and I was no doubt going to have some painful bruises in the morning.
“I don’t know how you can treat women like this and expect them to bend over backward to please you.” He was pulling down his zipper and I could
see the bulge of his excitement through the thin briefs which were most likely Italian and quite expensive.
I figured if he could play this game then I should make him aware of how he could easily unleash the hidden sexual beast in any woman.
I reached out and using my sharp manicured nails, I tore through the fabric to hear him groan in pain, but it wasn’t because of any actual physical abuse. I had rendered the garment into nothing but a shred of fabric.
“Never let it be said that a man like you can hold all the cards.” His manhood was quite a sight to behold with veins crisscrossing along the shaft. He was already glistening at the top and I only had to squeeze from the bottom to the top to get more of the same. “I think your attempt at scaring me has only shown you what kind of woman you’re dealing with.” The office would become our playground and I would pursue him until he had no choice but to drop his guard.
“I never thought for a moment you would feel a need to fight fire with fire. Girls usually fall easily to my charm, but you are more of a challenge.” I had a hold of him and the heat burning into my flesh was enough to draw me forward until I was giving him a sloppy French kiss all over the knob.
He put his hands on my shoulders and I reached down to pull my skirt all the way up to reveal the soaking material of my excitement. He was showing me his and I thought it was only fair that I show him mine.
“You taste so good and I find myself desperate to make you pop like warm champagne.” I wanted him to touch me everywhere and to bring me a certain joy by the way that he would look at me with hunger in his eyes.
“I don’t know where you came from, but I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman quite like you. You make everybody else pale in comparison and they really didn’t know me. They thought they did, but they never could get past the exterior to see what was inside.” I inhaled the entire thing, all 8 inches and I didn’t stop until his balls were resting against my chin.
I stuck out my tongue and licked his balls, hairless and smooth which only made me that much more ravenous to consume the essence building within. They were plum sized and growing by the second. I only had to manipulate them with my fingers to feel the jerking presence of his manhood.
I could’ve easily spit him out and left him with a case of blue balls, but I had no interest in making him wait any longer. I had my finger inside me and then a second was added until a third was stretching me open and leaving a trail of juice down the sleeve of my arm.
“I can’t possibly take this for very much longer and you know exactly how to make me succumb. I thought it was going to be the other way around, but I stand corrected. I’ve always been my own worst enemy and I find myself desperate to find a woman to fight me every step of the way.” Every single time I was with a man, they would constantly try to dominate, but deep down they wanted a girl who would not easily fall victim to their advances.
I was bobbing my head in a singular effort to bring him to the breaking point. I spit shine the knob, circling my tongue repeatedly around and around to see his legs begin to buckle underneath the strain of this oral attack.
I didn’t know what I would see looking in the mirror and the only thing I had on my mind was the cream filled delight in front of me. I was making a conscious effort to keep him on the edge, stopping every so often to leave him wanting more. It was tempting to get up and leave with him gawking at me and wondering what the hell got into me.
“Oh god, I don’t think I’ve ever had it this good and I guess you never know…what you are going to get until you get a chance to find out for yourself.” He was having problems stringing two words together and it was just a matter of time before the floodgates opened and I would be inundated with short and heavy bursts that would lie heavily on my tongue.
I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of fucking my face and I’d taken the control out of his hands without him even realizing it was happening. My mouth had a mind of its own and I worked diligently to feel the spike in his fever for me.
The temperature was rising up his shaft and I could feel the vein in back showing signs of losing what was left of his decorum.
“I can’t… believe this is… happening… AHHHH.” I felt the moment was upon him and I pulled back long enough to rain kisses on the heaving orbs with my hand working along the sizzling surface of his shaft. What were the chances of finding a man ready to dispel with the professional ethics for something more than just naughty and inappropriate talk? I went back to the knob when I felt it puff out.
His seed spread across my tongue while he was grunting his approval at the same time. I was moaning around the stick of dynamite in my mouth. My orgasm was satisfying and was only enhanced by the oral onslaught on a man who thought he was god’s gift to women.
I took everything he had to offer and I received it before opening my mouth and allowing him to witness the way that it rolled across my tongue. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and got up reaching for my lipstick on the way out the door. I heard the thud and I knew that he had fallen back completely bewildered and no doubt wondering what this could mean when he came into the office the next day.
Chapter 5
I couldn’t get my mind off of what I had done. It was so out of character that I found myself stopping on the side of the road and thinking about it.
I remembered his taste as I drove to the office and I wondered what it would take to get him to show me the underside of his desk. He had no idea what he had done by striking a match to my libido.
I walked with long strides until I finally was standing in his office with him going over some papers. I kicked out my right foot and slammed the door shut. My decline into depravity was something for others to venture a guess about what was going on behind closed doors.
“I’ve been thinking and I’m not sure what we did last night was the right thing to do.” I wasn’t even listening and I came around to the other side of his glass desk and sat down right in front of him “I don’t know if you understand what I’m trying to say.” He was pulling at his collar and no doubt he was not used to having the tables turned.
“We can talk about it, but don’t you think we can do more than just use our mouths for speaking.” I was daring him to cross the line and I could see the nervous energy in the air. It was thick and had this humidity that made my clothes become molded to my body.
“I didn’t want to tell you this last night, but I have a sickness. I do find myself wanting to experience what a woman can give me, but it doesn’t stop there. Sex has always been my way to get away from my problems. I’m addicted to a woman’s scent and the feel of their body not to mention the way they look when they cry out my name.” A sex addiction was not uncommon in his line of work and his power over others led to an overdeveloped sense of himself.
He suddenly grabbed me and pulled my body towards him until he was feasting on the wetness of my panties. He wasn’t trying to pull them off, but he was trying to do the next best thing. I had my hands on top of the desk and I waited to see if he was going to accomplish his goal.
I heard the ripping of the material and he seemed rather pleased with himself when he inserted his tongue into the opening he made. I threw my head back and I could see the door and I wondered about the possibility of somebody catching us in the act.
“I knew…there was something you were…hiding…Jules.” His tongue was quite insistent and gave new meaning to a real tongue lashing.
This time I was on the receiving end and he had no problem with sharing the oral duties. I felt like I was floating on a pocket of air and then I came down with the jarring impact of his tongue making direct contact with my clit.
“I know I started this, but are you sure…are you sure…you really want to finish this in your office. I can’t promise…to be quiet and I can be quite vocal when a man knows what he’s doing.” I didn’t think I had to tell him but his prowess. It was quite evident and whoever had given him his first taste was also responsible for unle
ashing him on the public.
I really didn’t think he was going to resort to public displays of affection without some direction. I only had to offer a sample and he was more than happy to gorge on what was sitting right in front of him. He really was quite proficient and I had to give him credit for making the effort. The girls that he had spent time with must’ve left stunned and unable to say much of anything after this kind of exchange.
He took a moment and raised his head with a sheen of wetness coating his lips. “I know I’m risking getting a bad reputation, but it’s not like they don’t know of my extracurricular activities outside of the office. Some of them can attest to what you are experiencing right now.” I wasn’t sure that was a good thing and these kinds of office romances could lead to awkward moments after everything was said and done.
“You don’t have anybody to answer to and what you said about your father giving you the reins was a bold faced lie. This firm has always been your baby and you made something out of nothing. It could be a matter of being in the right place at the right time, but I sense you would have succeeded regardless of this case landing in your lap.” I was trying not to lose it, but I was under the gun of an assault.
I finally noticed how comfortable he was getting and any kind of hesitation was now washed away by the confidence I had bestowed on him.
I lifted my body to make a better contact with the feel of his lips. He didn’t seem to be offended and I think he was grateful. Most girls in this position would allow a man to dictate the terms, but I was not of the same sentiment.
“I hope you don’t mind…but I know what I like.” I was guiding him to the right spot and when he touched it with a tip of his tongue my whole world began to collapse under the weight of my orgasm.
This was the woman I wanted to be and never could find the courage to unleash her from the cage. The way that he was methodically and with care taking my pleasure in his hands was not easily ignored.
