Still a Thief

by Doreen DeSalvo

  She pressed the Talk button. “Hello?”

  “Hey, baby.”

  Jake. Just the sound of his deep voice made her smile like a lovesick teenager. “Hi. How are you?”

  “A little bored. Want to entertain me?”

  Oh, definitely. “Sure. I can leave in about twenty minutes.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  Was he standing her up? “I ‑‑”

  “Jerk off for me, Kate. Now.”

  Her jaw fell open. “Now?”

  “Is there an echo on the line? Yes, now.” He practically barked the words.

  This late, the building was a ghost town. She hadn’t heard anyone on this floor for five minutes at least. “All right.”

  “That’s a good girl.”

  The words should have been insulting, the kind of affirmation he’d give a dog. But she found herself heating up at his praise. “Where do you want me to do it?”

  “In your office.”

  That sounded like a challenge. With the building nearly empty, there was no reason to argue. “OK.”

  Was he surprised? It took a moment for him to speak. “So cooperative. You deserve a present for that. Have you found the bag yet?”

  “What bag?”

  “Guess not. I left something for you this afternoon.”

  “You did?” She glanced around, but saw nothing unusual. No packages on the floor, nothing out of place on her rickety bookshelf.

  “Open the top left drawer on your desk.”

  Curious, she slowly slid the drawer open. Nothing but the standard clutter of pens and pencils, paper clips, her calculator, and a pair of scissors. The usual. “I don’t see ‑‑”

  “Look all the way in the back.”

  She bent low to peer inside. Behind the gray plastic tray that held her pencils was a small black pouch. She reached in carefully and removed the silky bag. Inside, two objects rapped against each other. Sounded like plastic. “I found the bag. May I open it?”

  “Yes, you may.” His voice held a smile. Did he enjoy her obedience?

  The bag closed with a tiny satin drawstring cord. As she untied it, the elevator dinged down the hall. Her fingers froze. “May I lock the door, Jake? I’m afraid someone might come in.”

  “Yeah, go ahead.” He sounded a little disappointed. Too bad ‑‑ no way was she going to masturbate for his amusement and lose her job over it.

  She got up and looked out the door. No one in sight ‑‑ not that she could see into every office, of course, but the cubicle walls were low. Deserted. She locked the door, then returned to her seat.

  Before she got started, she wanted both hands free. She found her purse, took out her headset, and slipped the buds in her ears before plugging it into the phone. “I’m back. I’m opening the bag.”

  “Tell me what you see.”

  Only one of the two objects was recognizable ‑‑ a tiny cylinder-shaped vibrator, made out of shiny metal and roughly two inches long. “One is a little vibrator, with Silver Bullet printed on the side.” She held up the other object, a long, thin piece of red plastic with graduated knobs along the length and a wide base. “I don’t know what the other one is. A dildo?” No, it was too narrow to be a dildo. And short, only four inches in length.

  “Not exactly. I’ll tell you later. Put them on the desk, then stand up and take off your pantyhose.”

  She stood and slipped off her pumps. The rubber mat under her chair felt cool against her stockinged feet. Leaning one hip against the desk for balance, she stripped down her hose and tucked them into her purse. She’d throw them away later, but wasn’t about to risk leaving them in her office trash can for the janitor to speculate about. “They’re off, Jake.”

  “Good. Now hike your skirt up and sit in the chair. Put your feet on the edge of the desk. Spread your knees apart.”

  She did as he said, balancing her bottom on the edge of the chair. It rolled a bit, startling her. She grasped the edge of the desk to pull herself back. The only way to stabilize the chair was to put her entire lower leg on the top of the desk. With her bare feet spread wide and her calves resting on the blotter, she felt completely obscene.

  “Are your legs open, Kate?”

  Her face heated at his bald words. “Yes.”

  “How does it feel?”

  Embarrassing. “Um, the air feels cool against my crotch.”

  He chuckled. “You mean your pussy? Is your pussy already wet?”

  “I suppose so.”

  “Now listen, and this is important. Don’t do anything unless I tell you to, no matter how badly you want it. Is that clear?”

  As if he’d know. “Yes, Jake.” Strange, but she had no intention of disobeying him.

  “Are you right handed?”

  Would he make her use her opposite hand? It would take her forever to climax that way. Still, no point in lying to him. “Yes, I am.”

  “OK. Use your right hand and rub your fingertips through your pussy hair.”

  Her fingers trembled, but she did as he said. “I’m doing it.”

  “What does it feel like?”

  “It feels like hair.” God, that was the least sexy thing she could have said. The way to keep a man like Jake happy was not to talk mundanely while he listened to you masturbate. “It’s curly. Wiry and a little stiff.”

  “Mmm. It feels like silk to me, baby. I love how it tickles my face when I eat you.”

  Her breath hitched. If he was here, she’d beg him to eat her.

  “Did you know your pussy is hairier than a lot of women’s?”

  The thought of him looking at other women’s privates made her frown. “It’s not turning me on to hear you compare me to other women, Jake.”

  “I like a hairy pussy.” She might as well not have spoken. He didn’t care about her feelings, only about her body. “I like combing my fingers through it and watching the strands curl over my fingers. I like having to nose my way through that thick bush to get to your clit.”

  Her fingers dropped low, strumming her clit, making it tingle. “I’m glad I please you.”

  “Touch your clit, Kate.”

  Oops, she hadn’t waited for his order. “Yes. Oh, it feels so good.”

  “You’re picturing my face between your legs, aren’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  His breath sounded harsh, rasping in her ear. “Slip your fingers between your pussy lips. Get them nice and wet.”

  Her body was weeping; sticky fluid covered her fingers, seeping down toward her rear. “I’m dripping wet, Jake. You’ve had me dripping wet all day.”

  “And most of last night.” He sounded smug, but with her own hand driving her wild it was hard to take offense. “Are your fingers wet? Rub all that slippery wetness over your clit now.”

  When she slid a wet finger over her clit, she moaned. “My…my clit is throbbing. I want to rub it harder, Jake.”

  “Not yet.”

  She whimpered. “No?”

  “No. Just tease yourself a little. Make yourself crazy with wanting it.”

  Her hips shifted, lifted, but she kept the strokes light. Her skin felt hot all over, sweat beading under her suit jacket. “Can I take off my jacket?”

  “No. I want you to feel all hot and sticky under that corporate suit.”

  She moaned and flicked a finger over her clit. “I’m so hot, I might faint.” If she got him horny, maybe he’d tell her to use the vibrator. “My fingers are soaked in my juices, Jake. Even the palm of my hand is wet.”

  Shallow panting was all she heard for a moment. “Lick them.”

  Her heart skipped. “What?”

  “Lick your fingers. Taste the pussy I’ve been craving since I ate it this morning.”

  She brought her shaking hand to her lips. He’d never know if she didn’t do it. She’d pretend. Her scent filled her nostrils, musky and mysterious. Without conscious thought, her tongue came out and ran along one trembling finger. “I’m licking them.”
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  “How does it taste?”

  Nervousness and excitement made it hard to find the words. “I don’t know how to describe it.”

  “You taste like pure lust to me, baby. Sinful and sweet.” The words were raspy. He cleared his throat. “Don’t stop now. Lick your fingers off like they’re covered in whipped cream.”

  Even though her hand shook, she kept licking. First her forefinger, then her middle finger, then the palm of her hand. Feeling her own tongue rasp against her skin made her long for the sensation of his.

  “They’re all clean, Jake.” Ridiculous how proud she felt, as though she’d accomplished something of great magnitude. Making Jake happy seemed more important than satisfying herself.

  “Good girl. Now spread your legs wider. Put your fingers on your pussy again, but don’t move them.”

  To hell with that. She put her hand between her legs and made furtive little circles over her clit. Her hips jogged in tandem with the tiny motions. “My fingers are resting there, Jake.” He’d never know she was lying, even though her breath huffed when she spoke. “Please, may I stroke myself?”

  He waited for a long moment. “Yeah, go ahead. Rub your clit. Not too hard, though. You're not allowed to come yet.”

  The game was more fun when she played along with him. She slowed her hand to a burning circle. “It’s hard not to rub faster. I want to come so bad.”

  “Don’t come yet.”

  “I won’t, I swear I won’t. I’m touching my clit lightly, stroking all around it. I’m so wet, I can hear my fingers moving.” The squishy noises seemed incredibly loud in the quiet room. Nothing existed but Jake’s panting breath and her flying fingers.

  “Oh, baby, I wish I was there to see you.”

  “So do I.” With two fingers, she eased her labia apart, exposing her clit. “I’m spreading myself open for you, Jake. Look how wet I am.”

  He groaned. “If I was there, I’d plant my mouth on your cunt and lick you until I tasted your juice all the way in the back of my throat.”

  God, she wished he was there. Hiding outside her door listening, ready to burst in and catch her…and fall to his knees to eat her. The vision made her whimper. “Would you push ice inside me, like you did last night?”

  “Maybe. Maybe I’d do something kinkier.”

  Kinkier? Her imagination reeled, and her clit seemed to cry out for attention. She dipped a finger inside, up to the knuckle, then pushed in and out, stroking her clit with the heel of her hand. “I put a finger inside. Is that OK?”

  “Yeah, baby, it’s OK. Finger-fuck yourself.”

  The earthy demand made her moan softly. “I’m imagining it’s your tongue. I love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”

  He growled, he actually growled. “I love it when you talk nasty.”

  “I’d do anything for you.” She whispered the words. Long silence on his end of the phone ‑‑ maybe he hadn’t heard. “May I come now, Jake? My clit is throbbing.”

  “Flick your fingernail against it. Give yourself a little pain. Think of me nipping you with my teeth.”

  Her clit was so sensitized, she almost cried when her fingernail scraped over the surface. “Oh, Jake, it hurts. Hurts so good.”

  “I’m gonna bite you again. Do it harder this time.”

  Knowing the pain that would come, she hesitated for a second. Disobeying Jake’s order seemed impossible. She gritted her teeth and scratched the nub of her clit with a hard, demanding flick.

  She cried out, writhing on the chair, gasping to catch her breath. “Oh, Jake, please let me come.”

  “In a minute, baby. Stroke lighter now. Real light.”

  Her hand shook from the strain of going slowly. Fingers slid gently over her clit, soothing and teasing. “Are you touching your cock?”

  “You bet I am.”

  He liked her to talk nasty. She could give him that. “Save some for me. I want you to fuck my brains out tonight.”

  “I will. Got plenty for you, don’t worry about that.”

  Her breath came so fast, she could hardly speak. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.”

  “Kate. Grab the plug.”

  Through the brain fog of passion, the words made no sense. “The what?”

  “The red plastic thing. Pick it up with your left hand so you can keep playing with your cunt.”

  The coarse word sent her temperature soaring. Only Jake could use such a terrible word and make it sound unbearably sexy. She picked up the little mini dildo with her left hand, keeping her fingers moving on her clit, just lightly touching, careful not to send herself into orgasm. “I have it.”

  “Slip it into your pussy for a second. Just to get it wet.” He panted between every word, no doubt in rhythm with his own stroking hand.

  Her pussy was so slippery, so open, the little dildo slid right in. “It’s in.” Was this supposed to be erotic? She could barely feel the thing.

  “Take it out. Is it all creamy?”

  A glance confirmed it; the surface glistened under the fluorescent lights. “Yes.”

  “Now put it in your ass.”

  No argument here. She had to slide lower on the seat to get her bottom off the edge. Pressing the tip of the dildo between her cheeks, she slid it back, further back ‑‑ and missed her asshole.

  Frustration had her scowling. Damn it, she’d have to use two hands. Abandoning her clit for a moment, she spread her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, positioned the dildo with the other, and pressed it home. “Oh! Oh, God, that feels good.”

  The bumps seemed to hit every erogenous zone in her ass, the base flared just wide enough to tease her sensitive opening without pain. She clenched down on the plastic intruder. “Not as good as your cock. Want your cock in my ass.”

  He moaned. Lucky him, without any fear of being overheard. “You like ass fucking, don’t you?”

  “You know I do.” Admitting it made her face burn. She pressed harder on her poor throbbing clit, biting her tongue to focus sensation anywhere but there, tormenting herself with images of Jake naked, rubbing lubricant on his hard cock, getting ready to fuck her in the ass. This time he wouldn’t use a condom. He’d feel her bare flesh. He’d hold her face down on the bed, pretending to force her into taking it. He’d spank her first, heating her bottom before he thrust inside. Her anus clenched around the plastic dildo, drawing it further in.

  “Only bad girls like ass fucking.” He panted so hard, she could barely hear him speak. Maybe it was the blood pounding in her ears. “I’ll fuck you in the ass tonight. Make you scream with pleasure. Then I’ll spank you for liking it.”

  She mewled in frustration, an inhuman noise of torment. Holding back the orgasm was killing her. Tears trailed liquid heat down her face.

  “Come now, baby. You can come now.”

  Eager fingers flew over her clit, rubbing hard, but it didn’t take much pressure to set her off. She’d been primed all day, and now she flew apart, every muscle straining. It felt like her whole body shattered with the force of her orgasm. “Oh, oh…Jake…”

  A low moan sounded in her ear. Was he coming?

  “Please come, Jake. Come now, come inside me, come for me…”

  She broke off as the contractions rolled over her in waves. The butt plug moved with every convulsion, massaging her behind with exquisite torment. She cried out, wordless noises of need and lust, wanting him to know how happy he’d made her, how much passion he’d given her.

  When her orgasm receded, embarrassment settled in. Here she was with her legs up on her desk, sweating and sticky under one of her best suits, her silk blouse probably stained beyond repair, and a plastic toy shoved in her rear end. All because Jake Monroe called her on the phone and asked her to do it. Why did he have so much power over her?

  No sound came from the earpiece. She slowly eased the dildo out of her behind. What should she do with this thing? Wrap it in tissue and bring it home. No way could she leave something like this in her of
fice. She stuffed it into her purse.

  “Kate? When will you be home?”

  Now that she’d climaxed, the last thing on her mind should be sex. But Jake’s demanding tone made her nipples perk to attention. She wanted to rush right home, strip naked, and wait for him on the bed. Face down, with her ass high in the air. That thin little plastic dildo had left her behind feeling empty. Nothing would satisfy her but Jake’s cock in her ass.

  At the perverse thought, heat rose along the column of her neck, prickling under the collar of her shirt.

  The stack of folders in her box was a couple of inches lower than a few hours ago, but still more than she wanted to face tomorrow. Lust or reason?

  “Kate? I asked you a question.” He barked the words.

  Lust. “Twenty minutes.” Under the desk, her feet fumbled with her pumps, turning them upright. She reached for her briefcase.

  “I’ll see you there. And Kate?”

  “Yes?” Just a little breathless, she waited.

  “Bring the butt plug.”

  The line went dead with nothing else. No words of thanks, no sentiment, not even an “I can’t wait to see you.”

  Bastard.

  Chapter Eight

  She knew he’d be waiting. Even so, when Kate saw him leaning nonchalantly against her apartment door she almost tripped. Jake Monroe, the quintessential bad boy, made khaki pants and a button up shirt look unbelievably sexy.

  He said nothing, even though his gaze followed her from the elevator down the silent, deserted hall to her door. Odd how nervous she felt around him. With any other man she’d dated, she’d reach up to give him a kiss. Jake had her walking on eggshells, and to tell the truth, she kind of enjoyed not knowing exactly where she stood with him. Jake would never dance to her tune.

  Looking down, she fumbled in her purse for her keys, grateful for the distraction.

  Suddenly the floor dropped away. Strong arms clasped her tightly. Without a word of greeting, he pulled her up against his chest and gave her a long, deep kiss.

  Rude, unsettling, but what a delicious way to say hello. The keys jangled from the door knob, dropped in her surprise. She clutched his broad shoulders for balance, hanging on as he set her head spinning.