by Oscar Watson
“It doesn’t matter.” My hands were gripping the steering wheel. I could feel my knuckles start to hurt but I couldn’t release. “What do you want with me? Why do you hate me so fucking much?”
“Hate you?”
“”What did I ever do to you?”
“You?”
“Yes me. Why do you hate me? Why do you do these things to me?”
“I do it because I fucking want you.” He screamed.
The car fell silent. You could hear the people passing by. A group of teenagers walked by and their laughter bounced against the windows. I watched them fade away as they turned the corner.
“Are you going to say anything?”
“I honestly don’t know what to say.” I leaned my head on my steering wheel. “It just doesn’t make sense.”
“What doesn’t?” His whatever tone irritated me. I looked over at him and he honestly didn’t get it. Was I alone in seeing his abuse? Then I got a flash of Abigail’s eyes during the meeting. No, everyone saw it.
“Get the fuck out of my car.” I sat up and turned on the engine.
“Wait.”
“Either you get out or you find a way to get home.”
“Ms. Egan just listen to me.”
“Tick tick.”
“I just-”
I pulled out going top speed. I turned on the radio and drowned out his voice. Through the side of my eye, I could see that he was getting the picture because he just strapped on his seatbelt. Thank goodness I wasn’t pulled over because I definitely was breaking the law with my speed limit, changing lanes, and driving through stop signs. Pulling my car into my apartment’s parking lot, I quickly exited the car. When I heard him get out, I just took out my remote and locked the doors.
“Ms. Egan.”He ran to catch up to me.
“The bus stop is down the block.”
“Just…” He held on to my arm. “Just hear me out.” I stopped and rolled my eyes.
“Go ahead.”
“I’m sorry if you think I hate you and I’m sorry of how I’ve been treating you.”
“Ok.” I looked right through him. “Is that it?”
“And I should have found a more appropriate way to tell you how I feel about you.”
“Are you just about done?”
“Ugh!” He moaned. “I know you think that you’re trying to send me away but when you act like that it just…”
“Just what? Makes your dick hard?”
“That smart mouth.” He smiled walking towards me. “Those beautiful lips.” He was inches away from me. “You’re stunning.”
“Me?” I was breathing slowly and found myself walking backwards. I hit the wall and he didn’t let much of a space come between us.
“Yes.” He nodded.
Mr. Kabot tilted towards me and closed his eyes. He brushed his lips across mine and went on to brush them against my cheek. My body tingled with pleasure as he continued to tease me. I tipped my head back and he lightly kissed my neck. His arm made it around my waist and pulled my body close to his. My breathing was shallow and intense as we were staring in each other’s eyes.
“Kiss me.” He told me and without thinking, I pressed my lips against his.
His hands roamed to my bottom and he squeezed hard. I let out moans and he nibbled on my ear.
“Do you know how long I wanted to do this?” He whispered in my ear. “The first moment I saw you.” He spun me around and pressed my body against his. I was moaning. He kissed the back of my neck and caressed my breasts from the back. “I want you.” He lifted my hips and I could feel his member poking my bottom.
“Yes?” I breathed back. I was shifting my legs to stop the party that was going in between my lips, but it wasn’t even working.
“Lead me upstairs.” I turned and looked at him.
The second we got into my apartment, shoes were off, clothes went flying, and we hit my bed fast. He held my wrists above my head with one hand and bit my neck. His other hand was between my legs rubbing on my button. I was moaning loudly and twisting underneath him. I was leaking uncontrollably and I haven’t even reached my peak yet. He had this smirk on his face and I knew he loved the way that my body was reacting. Every time he touched me, it sent me into hyperdrive. When he started suckling on my breasts, he opened my legs with his knee, and looked me in the eyes. He stopped and leaned all the way back.
“What?” I asked. I shifted uncomfortably.
“I’m just looking at you.” He touched me. He placed my hand on his stiff member. I wrapped my fingers around it tightly and started to move up and down. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. I was stroking him hard and pulling with all my might. He was getting more and more erect. I sat up and feasted on him. I licked and savored all of him.
“Harder.” He instructed and he started to move his hips along. His penis was hitting the back of my throat. I was about to gag when he pulled himself out of me. “Now lay down and open your legs.”
He invaded my body. He was biting my neck hard and every time he pierce my body, I yelped in pleasure. He was inches away from my face, breathing hard, with sweat falling off of his body. The sensation began at my toes. I held my breath to hold back my climax. I just wanted to relish him pounding away at me. His long, deep, plunges were making me go insane. He took one of my legs and set it on his shoulders. He kissed and bit all the way down to my knee but he never let up on his rhythm. When he threw both off my legs over his shoulders, he pressed his weight down, brought my knees to my chest, and started to speed up.
“Yes!” I screamed. I grabbed the side of the bed.
“You want me to continue?”
“Yes!” I half yelled and moaned. He smacked and grabbed the side of my thighs.
“Yes who?” Is he serious right now? Why be formal now? We were already past that point. Why did he want me to speak to him formally? What’s worse is, why did it turn me on that he did.
“Yes Mr. Kabot.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to keep fucking me.” When I said this, I saw his eyes sparkle.
“You always were feisty.”
He fell back on the bed and I was on top effortlessly. I used the bed as leverage as I bounced up and down on him. I looked down between my legs just enough that I saw the movement of him entering me. The visual sent me off the rails and I was getting more and more turned on. Before I knew it, I was rolling on top of him riding out my climax. I was started to tremble and fall against him.
“Sit up straight.” I did as much as I could and he started to move furiously. I was yelping. The pain that he was giving me was a bit much, but my sex was pulsating letting me know it wanted more. I put my kegels to good use and I clenched my muscles tighter. He started to roll his hips. He moved his body and leaned it against my headboard. Our faces were once again inches apart. He kissed me roughly and grabbed a handful of my hair.
“Taste me.”
The wicked look in his eyes as he watched me go up and down on him looked familiar. It was similar to the one he had on the day of my interview. In fact it was the look he had whenever I talked back to him. It was a little glint of satisfaction. I use to joke with myself that he was getting off to my sass. Little did I know, I was practically right. His eyes glowed as I relaxed my throat and gagged again. His hands were now controlling my full speed and motion. His grip was tight and he wasn’t relenting. I sucked so hard that his skin was sticking to the roof of my mouth.
“Just like that.” His tone was firm but I could tell that was almost there. He exploded his fluids in me.
Chapter Four - New Day, Same Stuff
I woke up to the sound of Mr. Kabot ruffling through my things. I was trying to get my eyes adjusted enough so that I could see what time it was. It was 2:43 a.m. He knew what time I had to get up for work. But just what was he looking for anyway.
“How can I help you?” I walked over to him. He was sitting at my personal desk and going through my dresser.
If you’re using the bathroom, has it ever occured to go to the room with the toilet.
“I stumbled across this.” He showed me an old article clips. “And the next thing I saw was that you had more. I read all of them. Most of these articles are current.”
“I’ve never stopped writing.” I looked over at shirtless with his boxers on. Although he was the reason to why I never got my chance to publish, it didn’t stop me from being turned on. Should I make the next move or should I wait for him?
“This is really good.” He smiled. “You can write with ease and keep up with the current trends.”
“Thank you.”
“Why are you writing these?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I like to write articles. If there is a topic that pops up, I write the article within the hour.”
“And you edit them yourself?” I nodded. “That’s impressive Ms. Egan.” He thumbed through. “What do you plan on doing with these?” He asked.
“Sometimes I will send them out to other magazines…” I looked at my feet.
“Oh. You want to leave Triumphant?”
“Why would I stay?”
We were silent. All that could be heard was my rotating fan in the other room. I looked at him. He was resting his head on his hand. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so my eyes kept scanning down his muscular body. I didn't want to get turned on but I did. I leaned against the wall and held my legs together. Let’s just hope he can’t tell that my body was trying to invite him inside for another party.
“It’s a shame.” He said out of nowhere.
“What is?”
“That you are at a point where you feel like you have to leave Triumphant in order for your writing to get published.”
“At this point, I’ve stopped caring about Triumphant.”
“I don’t believe that.” He scoffed. “You come in early, you take notes at every meeting, and you leave late. On top of that you go with every reporter when they are on location. You care about Triumphant.”
“I care about journalism.” I snapped.
He stood up and walked towards me. He wrapped his hands around my waist and then slid down my backside. He squeezed firmly and kissed my neck. He then was biting and sucking hard at it, sending jolts down to the party center.
“Why did you come here wearing a t-shirt?” He asked with his finger circling the collar. He lifted up my shirt and brushed his teeth on my already erect nipples. “Take your shirt off.” He requested. After I listened he looked in my eyes, grabbed my face to his and kissed me. His hands were down in between my lips now. His fingers stroked up and down.
“Wet already?” He licked the tip of his fingers and put the fingers in my mouth. “Why didn’t you tell me that you wanted more?” He squeezed my butt and I let out this moan. “Lift your legs up.” He held my leg up by the knees. “Breathe.” He whispered and then entered two of his fingers inside of me. He was going deep and slowly. I moved my hips in a circular motion and he was watching me get off. I felt weak but I almost fainted when he tilted his fingers and found my G- spot.
“Oooh!” I screamed and bit my bottom lip.
“Aah, I think I found it.” He pulled his fingers out, put his erect self in, and was hitting the same spot.
No more than three strokes in and I already reached my climax. I creamed all over him and he smiled when I lost my composure. I couldn’t even stand anymore. He lifted me up, while still inside of me, and brought me to my bed. He turned me on my side.
“Look at me while I’m pleasing you.” He smacked my ass and my thighs. He held on to them and pumped into me fiercely, never missing that special spot. “Grab your breasts and play with your nipples.” He watched me intently. When I flicked my nipples, he started slamming against my body slowly and hitting the spot every time.
“Oh my-” I couldn’t even speak. His movements were draining out all of my juices. I could feel the wet spot form underneath me, which aroused me even more. He flipped me completely on my stomach and I lost it.
“I can’t take…” I started to say. It was too good but I couldn’t take anymore. I was starting to crawl away but he pressed his hand against the small of my back; keeping me there.
“You can take this.” He grunted. “Don’t you want to?”
“Yes!” I screamed.
“Then take it.” He pressed his body against mine, still piercing into me, but his hand was now on my button stroking me. “I want you to explode.” He whispered in my ears. He kissed my lobe and nibbled on it. And then I did what he wanted me to. I gushed out; screaming the whole time. I was hugging my pillow for support. And even though I gave him what he wanted, he was still going away. He grunted soon after. He pulled my head back, kissed me, and erupted.
Work was a bit awkward. I went there not knowing what to expect. What was I thinking about the other night? Why did I have sex with Mr. Kabot? It happened so fast. It almost felt like a dream. Although I was participating, it was almost as if I was watching us. My body took over and I had no control of my actions. It was so surreal. After our last round of sex, Mr, Kabot gathered his things, and left. He mumbled something but I was so tired and sleepy, I couldn’t really make out what he said. When I finally did wake up, it felt similar to the morning after a hard night of drinking. He wasn’t around but I could still feel him. My body was a bit sore, but when I closed my eyes and remembered last night, I smiled.
I walked into the conference room and tidied up like I always did. I saw Abigail and gave her a half smile. She walked over to chat like we usually did, but I didn’t want anything to slip out so I told her I had to get ready. I walked to the bathroom and splashed some cold water in my face. As the drops rolled down my cheeks, I stared at my reflection. I urged myself to get it together. I couldn’t let what happened last night and a bit of this morning distract me. I dried my face with the paper towels and when I exited the bathroom Abigail was there.
“I know how you must feel.” She nodded with a sad look in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry about what?”
“You know, what happened yesterday.” She read my confused look. “The writing position.”
“Oh! I completely forgot.” I actually did. I had bigger things on my mind.
“Yeah I just wanted to make sure that you were okay once again.”
“No, I’m fine really.” I sighed. “I just…. I guess I’ve gotten to a point where I accepted it.”
“You’re immensely talented. I still think back to the clips you submitted during the interview.” She leaned in. “It was Mr. Kabot. He seemed adamant to not let you get the position.”
“Let’s not..”
“No you have to hear this. Most of the other executives were fighting for you, but he was so convinced that Mr. Gordon was better. I don’t know what that,” She looked around to see if anybody was near us. “Jackass was thinking.” She whispered.
“It’s already done.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“So there’s no hard feelings?”
“None at all.”
“Well if there ever is any hard feelings you should direct it towards that,” She looked around again. “Jackass.” She laughed and walked away.
The rest of the work day went pretty normal, not counting the fact that I didn’t see Mr. Kabot at all. He wasn’t even at the meetings and his office door was closed. Like any other office, rumors were swirling about. I usually don’t partake in office gossip but I had to listen to make sure that I wasn’t the subject. The talks were that he was trying to see the direction which he wanted to take the magazine. Him and Adam were in the office the whole time. Every now and then you could hear them raising their voices. Mr. Kabot secretary said it was something about Adam’s writing but she couldn't hear much.
It was finally time to clock out but I decided to work on some more articles. There were pay protests going all around the country and I wanted to get more research. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn�
�t realize that Mr. Kabot was in the room with me. He was by the other rows of computers on the other side of the room. He didn’t see me and if it wasn’t for the fact that he pulled a chair out, I wouldn’t have seen him either. I didn’t even notice I was staring at him, until we locked eyes.
We were silent and the tension between us was thick. We were trying to figure out who was going to make the first move. I gave him a half wave and he made his way towards me.
“Hey.” It was the first time he ever said that to me in this office. He usually called me by my formal name.
“Hi.” I whispered.
“About the other -”
“Is there any way possible we could skip the awkward conversation? I’m not in the mood to play ‘How do we act around each other after we’ve fucked’ game. Let’s just leave last night in the past and we go about work like we did before. Nothing has to change.”
“But everything already has changed.”
He touched my shoulders and began to massage them. His fingers were working its magic on me and I shouldn’t be surprised considering my last encounter with them. I was feeling loose and free. He started making his way on my neck and down to my chest. He caressed my breasts and a small moan escaped my body.
“Shhh.” He whispered. My nipples were poking out and when he moved my bra to touch them, I held my tongue. He pinched them between his fingers and made his way downstairs.
“You wore this skirt for me?” He asked in a smug tone. He made his way to my silk underwear. “I see.” He remarked when he noticed how wet I already was. His fingers squished its way through my hole and he put one inside of me. “You’re so warm.” He was by my ears. “Back to my office.”
We walked quickly to his office. No one was really left. Everyone had either left or in the process of leaving. He locked the door behind me and drew the blinds. No one could see us at all.
“I knew this would be a problem.” He lifted me up and set me on his desk. He started sweeping things off until it was clean. “I knew if I got a taste of you, that I wouldn’t stop until I got more.” Undressing me with his fingers and I reached for his belt and pulled down his pants. He took off my blouse and hiked my skirt up. Mr. Kabot passed his hardness against my lips and tapped it directly on my clitoris. A high pitch hum came out of me. He put his finger on his lips, indicating that I needed to be quiet. I nodded and he continued to tantalize me. He rubbed his hard cock against my button and my body started to quake, before I could get there, he shoved himself inside of me.
