“Excuse me a moment?” I mumble, embarrassed by this interruption and my getting so caught up in this man’s sexual aura I forgot to let Jake know I’m okay. I type out a quick text saying I’m fine and get back to my job interview, hoping my would-be employer isn’t annoyed.
He simply looks amused when I face him again. He offers me his hand and says, “Now, Ms. Brannigan, shall we begin?”
I swallow, inhale and exhale deeply. “I’m hired?”
He simply wears a look of self satisfaction as he guides me from my chair and kisses my hand again. This time, he suckles my pinky and ring finger, making me grow wet quickly.
“Yes.” His voice has gone raspy and wanton. “I think you’ll do very nicely, my dear.”
Briefly, as he leads me to a steel table full of what I assume are assorted dildos, I almost lose my nerve. But then I think about the leaky roof, Preston wanting to play hockey, and I stop being afraid and start being brave.
“First, I’ll need you to get naked,” he tells me, giving my generous curves and teardrop shaped breasts another bold perusal. I feel as if his stare has already disrobed me. “You can use a change room.” He indicates two white doors down a short hall to our right. “Or you can take them off right here.” His expression shows he’d prefer the latter.
I get antsy, sensing this challenge. If I choose a change room, will he think I’m the extreme good girl he pegged me for when I first walked in and then rethink employing me? My skin tingles with nervous energy. Because of my extra weight, which I put on with each pregnancy, I’m not entirely comfortable with my body. What was once a svelte cheerleader’s form has now become pleasantly plump. Despite what television and movies would have you believe, not every woman stays a six three after two kids.
Still, I might as well get used to being naked around my new boss, and there’s no time like the present. “Right here will do fine,” I say, bluffing a confident smile.
He returns this with a Lothario’s leer. “Promising.”
My cheeks heat as I shed my modest white pumps and peach colored stockings. Quickly, I shed my cardigan, but my fingers fumble when I start to unbutton my dress.
He draws closer and his warm, smooth hands cover mine. “Here, let me help you.” His voice is like caramel poured over chocolate.
“Thank you.” The words emerge a raspy whisper, and my skin feels like it’s aflame as his fingers brush over it.
He stares deep into my eyes as he slips the garment off my shoulders, along with my bra straps. Then, after he unfastens my bra and lets it and the dress fall to the floor, he places tiny kisses on each of my nipples. Lastly, he slips the pins from my hair and lets my loose curls fall to my shoulders.
I inhale sharply. “Is this part of the job?”
He gives a throaty chuckle. “I’m just trying to help you relax, darling.”
I stand in nothing but my high cut, silky panties and he moves back to inspect me. If I were a buffet and he were a starving man, I’m sure he’d eat me whole. The look in his eyes is ravenous. It makes me move to cover my breasts, but he shakes his head and finger at me.
“Why would you hide such loveliness?” he inquires, cupping both full, firm mounds and gently massaging them, teasing the nipples again.
A gasp escapes me this time, which just earns more amusement from him. I feel my sex grow so wet it begins to pool in the crotch of my underwear. Then, swiftly, he yanks these down to my ankles and tells me to spread my legs. I hope I’m not blushing as much as the heat in my face indicates. I’m incredibly pale, as redheads often are, so embarrassment shows on me easily.
I finally gather my thoughts enough to answer his question, while he slowly squats before me. “I haven’t thought of myself in that way for a long time.”
His hand, now caresses a path over my stomach and faint stretch marks, stops just above my now tingling pussy. “Why?”
I shrug, try to avoid his penetrating gaze. “I’m not as thin or as young as I used to be.”
He squints up at me, and his fingers trace over the trimmed patch of hair between my legs. “Carrie, you have a very narrow view of beauty. We’ll have to fix that.”
He parts my inner labia and my stomach tenses, my pussy pulses. A finger runs up my wet slit and he smiles.
“Ahh, already aroused.” He looks like a pleased cat who’s just finished dinner. “Very nice. You’ll do well.”
Then he brings his lips to my clit and licks, just once, over this throbbing bud. A low moan escapes me and my head falls back.
“Very nice,” he intones again, while stroking a slippery thumb across my swelling clitoris.
Sensations I haven’t felt in a while unfurl and slither through my body. Part of me is terrified of being so uninhibited in front of a stranger, but another part of me is thrilled in a way I’ve never been before.
His hands leave me and I’m disappointed at the withdrawal of his touch. My eyes snap open as he grips my shoulders with long, warm palms.
“Now, Carrie, we’ll start light since you’re new to all of this. Today, I’d like you to pick your pleasure.”
He laces my fingers with his and leads me down the hall he’d indicated earlier. I’m led into a room on the right, at the very end of the corridor. Inside, I find more tables filled with toys and other sex devices I’m not sure I even want to test, let alone know about, but I put my anxieties aside and gaze at a device he points to.
It looks like a massive oven of some sort to me. It’s grey, with two doors at the bottom and a large, domed cover that has a plastic window you can peer through. This flips up, and he sweeps a hand over the innards of the machine, smiling proudly as he does so.
“Do you know what this is?” Dom Luke asks.
I feel my eyes widen and I shake my head. “I have no idea.”
He anxiously tells me, “It’s a 3D printer, and it is my most prized possession. This beauty allows me to invent any sex toy I can dream up.” He gestures for me to follow him with a finger. “Come here.”
Tentatively I step closer and he motions for me to follow him to a computer. He explains the 3D modeling software I see on the screen, then he opens files filled with a variety of sex toys, indicating I should choose whatever I wish.
I’m amazed, embarrassed, and enthralled all at once. There are vibrators that look like lipstick! Ones that could easily be mistaken for a rounded hairbrush, and yet others that look like innocent childhood toys. He tells me these ones are made this way so they can be easily concealed by the user.
“Just think,” he says. “Your friend tells you she’s going to the bathroom to freshen her lipstick, and…” He points to one ruby-red vibrator that looks like a tiny tube of makeup.
“That’s amazing,” I say, truly impressed.
He opens more files to reveal dildos and dongs molded from just about every type of penis you can think of. There are ones shaped like wolf and horse penises, even one shaped like a giraffe’s!
I give him a curious frown at this.
He shrugs. “What? It isn’t bestiality. It’s just a replica, after all.”
Finally I make my choice, selecting a dildo that looks like a child’s toy. It’s a royal purple color, and it’s base is made up of four stubby legs that make the toy easier to grip. Tiny diamond shaped bumps line its body, and these massage inside the vagina when you play. It’s head also wears a raised smiley face, which adds extra stimulation for the g-spot. As well, the toy is flexible, so you can bend it into any pose that better achieves orgasm.
Dom Luke pats a leather couch. “Get comfy and we’ll begin.”
My legs are slightly trembling as I sit then recline on a long black piece of furniture that reminds me of a psychiatrist’s couch.
He sits on the end and once more spreads my legs. Electric sparks seem to shoot up through my thighs at his touch. He’s shed his shirt now, too, and I can see the corded, lithe muscle carved into his chest, arms, and stomach. He’s lean and positively beautiful.
“Now I’m going to make you come, and you’re going to give me an honest appraisal of this toy.”
I swallow hard, force a smile through my nervousness, and remain quiet as I wait for his touch.
First he teases my tingling clit with his thumb, watching me all the time for reactions. I’m beyond embarrassed at this point, but the desire he also brings to life is undeniable. He dips his head and licks all the way up my now soaking pussy, then he tongues my clit until the pleasure tightens my stomach and forces me to moan.
“Very nice,” he says, his face shadowed with intense lust that makes my heart beat faster. “You react so well, so quickly.”
I almost blurt, Well, it’s been a while, but when he places the cool, plastic-like toy between my inner labia and starts to rub it back and forth the words are lost.
He turns on the vibration once he reaches my clitoris, and I gasp and grip the side of the leather couch as pleasure rockets through my pelvis, making my hips buck up to meet his sensual caresses.
“Like that?” he whispers, still watching me closely with those icy eyes.
“Very much,” I breath, humiliated by my wantonness but enjoying it all the same.
He slips the toy closer to my pulsing opening then nudges its bumpy head and body inside. My cunt walls grip the toy tightly as soon as it enters, and each thrust creates an amazing friction that is almost mind blowing. The raised diamonds tease and titillate, urging me nearer to orgasm quite quickly. The bumps that create the happy face on its head tickle my g-spot perfectly, and the mounting pleasure pours liquid warmth through my muscles and bones, turning me to goo.
I inhale sharply and groan when his tongue flits out over my clit again. Part of me thinks, This wasn’t in the job description. But while I should probably be worried about letting this stranger touch me so intimately, I simply don’t feel threatened. Dom Luke makes me feel secure, safe, despite his aura of mystery and eccentricity.
Between the toy, the length of time it’s been since I last had sex, and his skilled licks, I soon climax, shuddering and letting out a loud moan as I do so. He purrs his approval, but he isn’t done with me just yet.
“One more,” he tells me, his voice gravelly and low. “Then I’ll take down your assessment.”
While he still fucks me with the flexible vibrator, he dips his head lower between my legs. Now he sucks and nips at my perineum, then uses teeth to tug on my extra-sensitive labia. I cry out and go to touch his silken hair, burying my fingers in its short length while he pleasures me.
“I want to make you squirt,” he growls. “Have you ever ejaculated before?”
“N-no,” I manage to get out in my throes of passion.
He thrusts deeper, moving the toy faster inside of me while he takes my clit deep into his mouth and sucks hard. Another orgasm swiftly climbs inside me and I hook my ankles around his neck.
Just as I let my head fall back on my shoulders and completely relax, the door swings open.
“Wesley, there’s another one here to see you,” the security guard from downstairs says before he notices our compromising position. “Oh, Jesus! What’re you doing to her?”
He goes to move toward us, but Luke stops him easily with a hand held out as he stands and moves lightning fast toward the man.
I’m humiliated beyond belief by this intrusion, but I managed to defend my new boss through my embarrassment. “It’s fine. I’m not doing anything I don’t want to.”
Dom Luke is already ushering the man out the door. “Alfonso, what have I told you about interrupting me during working hours?”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass!” the man shouts, clearly incensed now. “What you’re doing in here is wrong. It’s rape!”
“No, it most certainly is not,” Dom Luke doesn’t shout back, but the anger and authority is evident in his cold baritone. “This lady told you I have her consent. Now get out of here before I fire you.”
I’m already up off the couch and getting dressed as the two men disappear out of the room. I can still hear them arguing as Luke ushers the security guard out.
“You don’t have to fire me,” Alfonso yells. “I quit, and I’m exposing Surrender Inc. to everyone.”
“You do that, and you’ll be a very sorry man,” Luke warns. “The people who own Surrender won’t take kindly to you stirring scandal. You might want to think about that, Alfonso.”
Their voices grow more muted the farther they move from the room I’m still in. I’m thankful Luke scooped up all my clothes and brought them in here with us when we vacated the main area, since it means I can get fully dressed and get the hell out of here. After the security guard’s outburst and intrusion, I’m having second thoughts.
I slip out of the office and down the hall, looking for Luke or Alfonso as I go, but their shouts now come from the opposite end of the corridor, so I run to the elevator, punch the button, and skitter inside just as both of them reappear in my line of sight.
“Wait!” Dom Luke shouts after me, but I’m already punching the button for the main floor like mad. I watch his face, a mix of anger and disappointment, as the doors close on me.
The drive home is filled with guilt, elation, and humiliation. What have I just done? I let a stranger touch me in the most intimate way possible, and his touch had been instantly electric. I feel my face heat again at the memories. All the way home, I expect my cell phone to ring. Will Luke phone me up and reprimand me for leaving? Do I even want to keep this job?
But the memory of our leaky roof, my kid’s dreams of hockey, and my own immense pleasure experienced at the stranger’s hands tell me I should keep it. A war goes on inside my mind, and by the time I pull in the garage attached to my home I’m still not sure what I’ll do tomorrow. I do have to work at my other job, and my new boss and I didn’t exactly get to discuss my hours before I fled.
When I enter the kitchen via the front door, Jake is right there. He wraps his big hands around my shoulders, gives me a worried look, and asks, “Where the hell were you? You took forever to text me after you went in for the interview. I was worried.”
“Everything’s fine,” I reassure him, placing my palms on the front of his plain, white t-shirt. “I got the job.”
But he won’t let this go so easily. He holds me still, and the fingers of his right hand move from my arm to cup my chin. “Are you sure? Seems like you’re hiding something. And why’s your hair down?”
His scrutiny, his nearness, and the wildly strange day I have had set me off. My hackles go up and I push him away, snapping as I do so, “I said I’m fine. And it’s none of your business anyway. You’re not my husband. I don’t have to tell you everything.”
Before he can stop me I dash out of the kitchen, through the small living room, and beneath the stairs to where my bedroom is located.
He’s on my heels, and he hiss-shouts back as he follows me, “No, but I’m your friend, your good friend. I care about what happens to you, and since you left me alone with the boys for longer than expected, which made them ask questions, I think I deserve an explanation.”
I whirl on him then, dropping my pearls into the simple jewelry box I keep on my dresser before I do so. “I owe you nothing. We aren’t even lovers!” I throw my cardigan onto a chair.
This visibly stings, and his baby smooth, unlined face crinkles in a hurt frown. “You know what? Maybe it’s time I moved out. Gave you all the space you seem to want.”
He moves to leave, but I grab his forearm and stop him. All the pent up lust and emotion spills out of me in that moment, from my time living a platonic existence with Jake and from my day spent with my new boss. I reach up and wrap a hand around his thick neck, let my fingers slide higher until they brush over his bristly crew cut. My palm pushes him down to me and I claim his lips in a bold kiss he doesn’t expect.
I trace a brazen tongue over the seam of his lips and he opens up right away, darting his own tongue out to meet mine. They entwine in a passionate dance and our
lips crush tightly together. My other hand grabs his ass through his faded jeans, pulling him close to me. I can feel him growing hard already, and his erection presses against the base of my belly, making me hornier still.
Then Michael and Preston flash in my mind and I pull away long enough to ask, “Where are the kids?”
“In bed,” he replies hoarsely, and in the dim light of my bedroom I can see his green eyes sparkle with desire. “It’s after ten o’ clock.”
“Really?” I’m shocked by the late hour. “I was gone that long?”
He gives a lopsided smile. “If you didn’t come home soon, I was going to go out looking for you.”
I wrap both arms around his trim waist then let my palms smooth up the deep V of his back. “I’m sorry for what I just said… That wasn’t fair to you. Please, don’t leave us.”
He glances away then, as if my words have overcome him, and my heart is touched. “I won’t,” he says, his voice still low and gravelly. His eyes still glimmer with want, too. “But—”
Before he can say more, I kiss him again, and this time I tug open his belt and quickly unzip his jeans. My other hand slides beneath his cotton t-shirt so I can explore the lines and curves of muscles in his chest and stomach. He plays a lot of road hockey and is a member of a local rugby team, so he’s in good shape. He’s not overly big, but he is well put together. Thicker than my new boss, but just as handsome, I decide.
He helps me out of my dress, but I don’t tell him it’s the second time I’ve been naked today. My underwear and his soon follow, and our hands and tongues explore each other’s bodies and mouths. But as I lead him closer to my bed, he pulls back and stops us.
“Are you sure?” he asks, looking hesitant.
I don’t return his hesitation. Right now I’m feeling brave and know exactly what I want. “I’m sure.” I kiss him again and pull him down on top of me on the simple double bed covered by a patchwork quilt.
He props himself up on his hands. “I need to go buy some condoms, though. I don’t have any.”
I smile at his expression of concern, press a finger to his lips. “You don’t have to worry. I’m safe. After Preston was born I had my tubes tied. I had a hard time having him, and Colby and I were happy with two children.”
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