by CM Albert
“The lights were flashing. The songs were loud. But you, Brynn,” he said, running his hand down my arm, “you stood there dancing with that guy—Dan—without a care in the world. The sadness I’d seen Friday was at least momentarily gone. And when you wear your light, there’s no one else in the fucking room.”
I swallowed, unable to move. I guess that was a solid no.
He took my hand into his, rubbing the back with his thumb. “I would’ve moved heaven and earth to get you to agree to just a date with me that night. But then I put my hands on you, and all bets were off. I know you felt it too,” he said with a near growl.
I bit my lower lip and nodded. I had. He knew I had. It was why I went back to the hotel with him. As tempting as the offer had been on Friday, it was a brush-off come on. But Saturday, I felt Pierce’s energy. I’d seen him. And I had to have more. I had to feel the explosion of us coming together. Because I’d known that was exactly what it was going to be.
“I didn’t intend to take you back to my hotel and fuck you like that, Brynn. Yeah, I mean”—he brushed his hand through his hair—“I wanted to sleep with you. I was hoping that’s where it was going. But I didn’t know it was going to turn into a freaking obsession to worship your body every single possible way my mind could conjure.”
I wet my lips. So, he’d felt that part of it too. The inexplicable pull. The surrender.
“I believe you,” I said softly. “I had to ask, Pierce. You understand why.”
He lifted my hand and placed it over his heart. “Brynn, I didn’t mean for this situation to happen. But I can’t say I’m sorry it did. I’ll never say that.”
I nodded. “I know. But I can’t let this ruin my career here. This weekend was amazing—okay, beyond amazing. Earth-shattering, for me anyway.”
“It was for me too,” he said quietly.
I could tell he wanted to taste me again. I saw the desire in his eyes. Noticed the way he watched my lips. I glanced down, trying to frame what I needed to say, when my eyes landed on his lap. The bulge of his cock strained against his suit pants, and I could instantly remember the feel of him as he slid inside me.
“This doesn’t have to change anything,” he said.
Lindy was right. He already had me panting to do all kinds of filthy things with him again.
“Remember what I told you in the hotel room, when I told you I wanted as much of you as I could get while I was here?”
I couldn’t, really. But then again, I’d been in a complete and utter sex haze, and I probably would’ve sworn away my firstborn.
“I asked you to give up control with me. That during our time together, you would do whatever I asked of you. Do you remember that?”
I swallowed. I thought he’d meant for that one night. In his hotel room. That was all this was supposed to be.
He ran a finger over my bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Brynn. I know we have a lot more to talk about, but it’s time to do something for me, something I’ve wanted since the minute I walked into that conference room and saw you sitting there all prim and proper and fucking decimated. I don’t want to be the cause of that look,” he said, pressing his thumb into my mouth.
I knew I should stop him. Tell him nothing like this could happen again. But I was already wet, even as my tongue wrapped around his thick finger. I closed my eyes and moaned, wishing it was his cock instead.
He pulled his thumb from my mouth and stood, leaving me confused, wanting, and on the brink of running.
“Get on your knees, Brynn. Kneel for me,” he said as he ran his hand over his thick shaft through his pants.
It was already dark outside, and the backdrop was like a sea of stars as white city lights twinkled around us on the other side of his office windows. When I looked into Pierce’s eyes, I understood that his request was more than just an order. It was a question, on the precipice of everything that could be.
He wanted me on my knees. He was asking me to meet him there.
Could I?
I knew if I did, there was no going back.
I felt as if I was standing on the edge of a massive cliff, looking out into a void of black space below me. If I opened my arms and closed my eyes, I could fall… trusting that he’d catch me somehow, someway.
Or I could take a step back and be safer—on more steady ground.
The click of the lock on his office door was like the warm flick of his tongue over my clit. My body jumped, already a bundle of nerves thinking about what he might do if I just slid off the couch and onto my knees like he’d asked.
“If I have to ask you again, I will put you over my knees and spank that sweet little ass of yours.”
Asking time was over.
“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Abrams,” I said coyly. I stood up, meeting his gaze dead-on. I could tell he was confident. He knew I would fall to my knees for him. And it was sexier than anything I’d ever encountered.
My pussy constricted as I kneeled on the carpet. I sat back on my heels, my posture straight and my nipples puckering in anticipation. The soft whir of a motor drew my attention, and the office dimmed. I knew he’d closed the blinds to the city, shrouding us in just the seductive, ambient glow of the Edison bulbs. He slowly undid his belt as he walked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he unzipped his dress pants, pulled out his thick cock, and stroked it with one hand, while he swung his looped belt in the other.
“Tomorrow, you are to wear a black harness bra and lace panties to work,” he said, getting closer. My pussy was noticeably wet already, and if he reached down, he would feel me sopping through my thong—the one I’d worn for him, ironically.
“I want you in a set of black thigh-high stockings and a matching garter belt. With black stiletto heels. If you don’t have those things, I’ll have a set shipped to your home this evening. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my palms getting sweatier the closer he got.
“Do you have those items?”
“No, sir.”
“Size?”
“My bra is a 32B, and my panties are a small,” I said.
“Shoes?”
“An eight.”
“Skirt?”
“A six.”
“Blouse and suit jacket?”
“Same, sir. About a size six, unless it runs big. Then a four.”
He was standing above me now, his cock bouncing on its own accord. I remembered the delicious dichotomy of velvety soft skin over his rock-hard shaft.
“Are you wet for me yet?”
I nodded.
“Finger yourself, then,” he commanded.
“Here?”
“Now,” he said, rubbing his hand along his shaft.
I reached under my skirt and slid my hand beneath my panties. I was already a hot, wet mess for Pierce Abrams. I closed my eyes, slowly sliding two fingers into my slippery opening.
My fingers brushed my clit with each pass, the ache taking over. Oh, how I wanted his teeth on me. I needed the sweet relief only pressure could bring. I shuddered.
“What are you imagining, Brynn?”
It was as if he knew.
“I was imagining your teeth slowly teasing my clit. I need a bigger release than I can give myself.”
“I know exactly what you need, baby girl.”
He took off his suit jacket and laid it on the back of one of his chairs. Then he slowly rolled up the sleeves on his white dress shirt. I swear, I almost came watching him. Business suit porn could be an entire romance trope of its own.
“But I have a surprise first,” he said, running his hand down over my throat and between my breasts. He set the belt down and reached inside his pocket. He pulled out what looked like a small pair of earrings. Then I realized what they were. I swallowed and licked my lips in
anticipation.
“No more improvised tools,” he said thickly. He pulled me to my feet and tugged my blouse from the waist of my skirt. Then he slid his warm hand under the silky fabric and cupped my breast in his palm, kneading it. “Your tits are perfection, Brynn.”
He undid my long row of buttons patiently, then pulled the lace down over each nipple. My buds were rock-hard, and I closed my eyes as he flicked one, then the other, sending shockwaves down my body. I expected his warm, soft tongue to give me mercy, so I gasped when I was met with cold, ungiving metal as it cushioned and squeezed each nipple. The pinch was exquisitely delicious, and the sensation ran the circuit of nerves all the way down to my clit, making it greedy with the need for relief.
The small clamps were a rich gold color, with black onyx decorative beads and little pearls hanging delicately from the end of the smooth, sleek metal. These were not the cheap nipple clamps I ordered online and used alone in my townhome. These were as gorgeous as any custom-made jewelry; how he’d gotten them so quickly after learning I worked here, all while busily taking over a new role, was beyond me.
I didn’t question it, though. I just basked in the sweet pain as it rolled over me in waves.
He gave them a gentle tug, sending me to another plane of pleasure. Then he lifted the lace back over my breasts, covering the clamps, and buttoned my blouse back up for me. I reached for him, longing to touch his bare skin, but he grabbed my wrists before I could get to what I’d been aching to hold.
“Back on your knees.”
I stared deep into his eyes, deciding whether to submit again or not. It was unlike me in every way. But there was something so appealing about Pierce’s strong personality—about his sure demands. Maybe it was because I knew what pleasure awaited on the other side of his order.
And I knew it was everything I wanted.
I slowly lowered back down to my knees, his cock jutting out in front of me, taunting me.
“Take what you want now, beautiful,” he said, stroking it.
I leaned forward, gently kissing the head of his cock and taking my time licking along his wide shaft. When I came back to the top and flicked my tongue over his opening, salty warmth met my lips. Then I slowly took him all the way into my mouth, moaning as he slid past my lips and down the warm tunnel of my throat. He let me set the pace, but I was greedy, hungry for more. As he gripped the back of my head, gently rocking his hips forward and feeding his cock into my mouth, I whimpered. I wanted so badly to touch myself as I sucked his beautiful shaft.
Without warning, Pierce gripped my arms and pulled me up to stand. We were both breathing heavy, wild with lust and needing release. He walked me slowly backward until we were at the end of the couch. Then he placed his hand between my shoulder blades and gently pressed my breasts forward until I was bending over its arm. His fingers teasingly ran over my bottom, lifting my skirt reverently over my backside before squeezing it.
“God, this ass of yours is going to be my downfall, Brynn.”
I had no clue what was so special about my ass, but the fact that it made a man as powerful and sexy as Pierce go weak in the knees made me want to write songs about it.
“Don’t move,” he said. He walked back over to the table and picked up his belt, snapping the leather together as he doubled it over. The leather made an audible snap, and my pussy dripped in response.
He ran his hand over my backside again, kneading the soft flesh. “May I?” he asked, surprising me. “You aren’t my sub, and I’m not a dom. I just love your fucking body. It inspires me to do all kinds of kinky things to it.”
I swallowed, aroused at his honesty about his desire.
“I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. But man… I really want to smack that sweet ass of yours with this belt and watch it grow a rosy pink for me. Do you trust me, Brynn? To give you the kind of pain that brings pleasure too?”
Was I really considering letting him do this to me? I’d never let a man spank me with anything other than his hand before. But the sound of the leather snapping together had made my insides purr. I knew there was something more I was longing for—something that maybe the belt could give me. Whatever it was, I was certain Pierce would figure it out. And for some reason, I did trust him.
“Please,” I whimpered, hot with need.
“Close your eyes, baby girl,” he said, wrapping my hair around his fist and pulling my head back.
He ran his tongue sensually over my throat until he found my mouth, capturing it in his. His tongue pressed deep inside and danced with mine for what felt like ages; I surrendered to the sacred need we both seemed to have to consume one another.
“I’m ready,” I whispered.
Pierce chuckled. “Yes, you are.”
He pressed me back down to the couch and stood taller, running the belt slowly over the soft flesh of my ass to help me get comfortable with it. Then he slowly started tapping my ass, small swishes back and forth that were just enough to entice, but not sting. The movements were firm but gentle. Confident and controlled. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he trailed his fingers along my slit, lightly wetting them before bringing them to his lips.
“Mmm,” he said, drawing out the pleasurable moan, “an angel who tastes like heaven.”
He squeezed my ass again and kneaded it with his strong fingers. “I’m going to give you one quick pass, Brynn. Your ass is far too beautiful to be leaving welts—that’s not the kind of spanking I’m into, anyway. Next time, I’ll use a leather flogger. That’s what your pussy really wants. This,” he said, lifting the belt and finally bringing it down across my ass, “is just foreplay.”
“Fuck,” I moaned when the leather met my skin. The impact took me by surprise, and I liked it. A lot. The sting was quick, but the lasting effect was a sensual burning that raged deep inside my core. He ran his flat palm over the tender spot and then gently massaged the soft flesh.
The next thing I knew, Pierce was on his knees, his face buried in my ass. His hands were everywhere, kneading my thighs and parting the mounds of my flesh to get his mouth even closer. He bathed me in kisses, plunging his tongue deep inside me to taste my arousal for him. There was nothing to grip on the smooth leather couch, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The way his tongue worshipped me, slamming into me hard and fast, pushed me over the edge.
“Oh god!” I cried out as I soared—relief finally flooding through me. I pushed myself up with my hands, but my body, once again, felt decimated by him.
“You’re going to have to learn to be quieter, Miss Hartley,” he teased, pulling me into his arms. I was a ravaged, shaky mess, but I was satiated.
Guilt tore through me when I noticed that, at some point, Pierce had tucked his swollen cock back into his pants. The poor man had to be in pain from his raging hard-on.
“Let me return the favor.” I teasingly ran my finger over the clasp on his dress slacks.
“I wish you could,” he said sincerely. “But I didn’t bring a condom. I thought we were going to meet at Havana’s, and then I could bring you back to the hotel—where I have plenty.”
“We still can,” I said, hopeful.
“Why don’t we finish talking first. I’ll order some takeout, and we can have a real meeting. I obviously respect your position here, Brynn—beyond having you in my lap. And I don’t want to minimize that just because I also want to fuck your brains out every chance I get.”
I chuckled but then grew serious at the thought of shifting gears from being so deeply intimate one moment to being colleagues the next.
“I’m still not sure this is such a wise idea, Pierce.”
In fact, I knew it was dangerous. I’d tried to mix business with pleasure before with my ex Nick. All it earned me was a broken heart when he backstabbed me for a promotion. And once someone broke my trust, it was over. That was my hard lin
e in relationships, and his betrayal still stung. At least I didn’t have to worry about seeing him around the office anymore. He was Penguin’s problem now.
“It’s fine, as long as it’s consensual. We’re both adults, and I think you’re worth trying to figure out how to navigate all this,” he said, pulling me in for a kiss.
I could taste myself on his lips.
“Can I be up-front with you about something?” he asked, entering our delivery order on an online app. “This is confidential, and I need to be able to trust you with what I’m about to say.”
I nodded, grateful that I wasn’t the only one having to do all the trusting around here. “Of course, Pierce. That’s not who I am. If you tell me something in confidence, it stays between us.”
He took a deep breath, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking devastatingly handsome. “I actually don’t know how long I’ll be here in this position, Brynn. It’s more of a stopgap to help Carlisa out.”
Wow. That was so not what I was expecting to hear.
“I can’t disclose anything more than that right now, as a lot of things are still up in the air. As soon as I can, I promise I’ll fill you in. But the important part for you to really understand is that I won’t be your direct boss forever. You just had your annual review, so I won’t be in charge of your career path or income. So, there’s no downside to us getting to know each other better, is there?”
Well, that certainly changed things. It also gave me hope about my future at Sterling and Masters. But it also raised more questions than it answered.
“Either way, I’m not sure I can keep doing this,” I said honestly. “I feel phenomenal whenever I’m with you. But I’m not exactly a ‘keep it casual’ type of girl. Saturday night really was a fluke for me. An amazing, cathartic, eye-opening, life-changing fluke. But I went into it knowing it was a one-night stand. Hoping it would be amazing sex but also understanding there were no strings attached. Once and done.”
