by Lilly Wilde
I turned to face him and saw no signs of relenting in his eyes. I was fucked because there wasn’t a chance in hell that I would be able to avoid what I knew was inevitable.
“You won’t do it? It’s not as if I don’t have a say in this. You will only do what I allow you to do and nothing more.” I said.
“Oh… so are you saying you allowed me to kiss you in the elevator? And I assume you allowed me to unbutton your shirt and grab your breasts and tug on your perfect nipples? And I am pretty certain you allowed me to place your hand on my cock and taste me?”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s what I am hoping you will allow me to do….fuck you.”
Virginia was throbbing… filled with want for this man,who she and I both knew was off limits.
“I want you to feel me deep inside you. Give me that…allow me that Aria.”
He’d never called me Aria before. It was the most beautiful and provocative thing I’d ever heard.
“Yes,” I replied and he took me into his arms and gently kissed me. His kiss was soft and deep before evolving into a heated fierce feast as we tasted each other. He pulled away and turned me to face my desk. His cock was poking my back as he leaned down to kiss my neck.
“Mmmm. You skin is so soft and sweet,” he whispered, his voice smooth as velvet.
I moaned in response as he reached to cup my breasts while he traced his tongue along my neck. He pinned me against the desk, positioned so that I was only able to move my upper torso, guiding me so that I was leaning over the side. He reached to slowly raise my skirt and I heard his sharp intake of breath as he took in what was on display for him. He spread my legs and quickly slid my panties to the side. Before I could object, he was inside me, filling me. I became limp and my mind went someplace else as I relished in the heated lust of this man easing his dick out of me. I savored every thick hard inch until he was back in again. Only this time, he didn’t slide slowly into my pussy. He plowed into me with such fierceness that my body bolted forward. Damn, he was so deep. He pulled out and slammed into me again.
“Fuck, your cunt feels even better than I imagined,” he growled, moving faster, his balls slapping against my ass. He was so huge that his repeated thrusts were almost painful…but it was a deep-sated welcomed pain that made me ache for more. My body automatically responded wanting to meet his thrusts but I couldn’t because he had me pinned tightly against the desk. I could only lie there as he continued his delightfully painful plunges into me. He felt my small push toward his dick and forced me tighter against the desk.
“What a tight .greedy. cunt. you have Miss Cason,” he whispered between thrusts. I understood- he wanted to be in control of my body and control of my pleasure; and that he was. I absorbed each forceful thrust wanting to cry out but I couldn’t because his hand was covering my mouth. I wanted to have some type of bodily response but he had me positioned in such a way that I could only take what he was giving.
“I’ll remove my hand but if you utter one sound, I’ll stop fucking you. Then, I’ll gag and fuck you so hard that you’ll be glad your screams are muffled,” he warned, his voice deep and menacing.
His salacious threat made me even hotter for him. I wanted this, I needed this. I was afraid to reply so I only nodded my head in response. He removed his hand from my mouth and my head continued to buck forward as the force of his pelvis took me to places I didn’t think possible. I couldn’t decipher which I should respond to…relief that he had removed his hand, fear that he had threatened to be rough with me or carnal pleasure as I took delight in everything he was making me feel.
He circled his hard length inside me, teasing and stretching my pussy. “Do you like this?” he asked.
“Mmm hmmm,” I moaned.
“Do you like the way my dick feels inside your tight pussy?”
He slammed into me, bolting me forward. I bit my lip to avoid screaming.
“Then tell me,” he demanded.
“I like the way your dick feels inside my pussy,” I whispered, panting.
“You feel so fucking good. So tight and wet.” He leaned over me, placing his hand on my chin and pushing his finger in my mouth.
“Suck,” he commanded. I greedily sucked his finger as he plunged into me.
“Slowly,” he murmured. I did as he instructed as he continued to circle his dick inside me, filling me and driving me wild. He pulled his finger from my mouth and slowly trailed down to my chin. He stopped the circular torture and rammed into me; he was so hard. His hand was suddenly at the base of my throat where he grabbed and pushed down harder so that I could feel more of him inside of me. I bit my lip so hard that I think I drew blood. He continued rhythmically with each hard forceful plunge and I took in each one desperate for the next. My pussy responded…wanting to come apart and release months of pinned up arousal. He felt it too because he slowed and lifted my upper body slightly from the desk and slid his hands down, finding my breasts which he cupped; kneading with gentle dexterous fingers. He was slow and tender at first and then he began grabbing and squeezing. He pinched my nipples and twisted as he pulled through the fabric. I cried out as the exquisite pain flowed through me.
“Seems you can’t follow instruction sweetheart,” he said as he forced a deep thrust into me and then another.
“I’m. Sorry,” I said between breaths. “I didn’t mean to-”
“Quiet. You know what’s coming next, don’t you?” he demanded, his voice low and husky. With his hardness still inside me, he reached up to both sides of my blouse and quickly pulled it apart, the buttons splay on the desk and floor. He untucked my blouse from my skirt and yanked it off. Oh what the hell was he doing? With deft fingers, he quickly unclasped my bra and removed it as well. He reached up to my mouth. “Open,” he ordered and I quickly complied. He took the sleeve of my blouse and forced a portion of it into my mouth and then he tied the blouse in my mouth with what? My bra! Oh fuck! He was really gagging me! I didn’t resist. I let him do as he pleased as quickly as he could so that he could continue giving me this insane pleasure.
He started back his relentless pounding and I took in each deep invasion. Unable to move, unable to speak and barely able to breathe…I was slipping into a place that I couldn’t comprehend. I moaned each time he shoved his big dick inside me. I didn’t ever want it to stop.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I was too lost to respond. “My dick inside you? Drilling your greedy pussy,” he grunted.
He lifted me and stepped back, pressing his back to the wall.
“Lean back into me.” I was in a lust-filled daze as my senses flowed further away. I did as he instructed as he placed both of his hands on my hips and pushed me down on his thick cock. He began thrusting upwards as he pushed me down harder to meet him. Fuck, I felt him in my stomach. He bolted into me in fierce rapid successions. “Ahhh, fuck,” he breathed. “I could be inside you all day and never get enough.”
I was about to burst. On his last thrust, I felt the tightening in my core and I came, my body jerking as the muscles contracted and expanded releasing my juices on his still-hard cock. My body going limp as I gradually fell back down to earth- my moans of pleasure muffled by my shirt.
“Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum. Ahhh…fuck,” he growled, pumping his cock into me, pulling my hips down to meet his too hard thrusts. I felt him growing harder and then he exploded, spilling inside me as he got his release, his breath harsh against my cheek. He held me against him as our breathing slowed. It was quiet. He finally lifted me off of him and gently placed me on my feet. Oh, so now he could be gentle? He untied my bra and turned me to face him and slowly pulled my sleeve out of my mouth as our eyes met for the first time since he had entered me. I noticed the small beads of perspiration on his forehead and his eyes - they had slightly changed color; they were a light fern green now.
He stared at me intently. Searching… for what? A sign that I was okay with what just happened? I didn’t know. I stared too, fa
scinated by his eyes as they darkened. They became the shiny darkness of emerald stones. The limbal ring had merged into the emerald of his eyes, which were the deepest green I’d ever seen. He had long lashes like those I’d only seen on one other man, Chris Hemsworth. There was a dark-green rim around the iris and specks of light green around the pupil. Inside the main iris, it was awash in a balance of dark emerald and pale-green that evened out to a brilliant laurel green. I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stare into his eyes and watch them dance.
“Hi,” I whispered, for lack of anything better to say.
A slow smile crossed his lips and he touched the tip of my nose with his finger. “Hi yourself. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” he asked with perceptible concern in his beautiful eyes.
I was still in shock and unable to assess if he actually had or not. I shook my head. Damn, where was my voice? Had he fucked me into silence? I didn’t know what to say…this had never happened to me before and I wasn’t sure how I should feel or respond to him. I didn’t like this…feeling exposed and vulnerable.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, lightly tracing my cheek with his fingertips, leaving a trail of heat along the area his fingers had touched.
I felt the overwhelming need to escape his entrancing gaze. I reluctantly looked away, staring past him . He gently guided my chin so that I was again facing him, staring into his warm emeralds.
“Aria. Please say something. I haven’t known you very long but I know enough to say that it’s unlike you to be this quiet.”
A reluctant smile touched my lips at that truth. I swallowed and attempted to find my voice. “Nothing is wrong…I’m just a little out of sorts. Er…this is a first for me.” His eyebrows furrowed as shock and confusion crossed his handsome face.
“Not a first in regards to sex, of course, but here… in my office… with a uh… co-worker,” I explained, embarrassed at my current state.
“A co-worker? Is that what I am?” he questioned.
“Aren’t you?” I snapped as I reached for my bra. He passed it to me and I pulled down my skirt.
“I was under the assumption that we were slightly more than co-workers Aria. Apparently I was mistaken. Guess it’s a good thing that you don’t make a habit of fucking co-workers in your office, huh?”
“What is your fucking problem?” I demanded.
“No, what is your fucking problem?” he countered.
“Do you really want to know what my fucking problem is?” I asked.
“Yes, please enlighten me,” he replied, his jaws clenching.
“You!” I nearly shouted at him. “You are my fucking problem. Since the day you darkened my door, you’ve been my fucking problem.” I turned abruptly to gather my purse. I didn’t bother putting my shirt and bra on. I slipped on a jacket from the coat rack near my door, buttoned it and without looking back, stormed out of my office.
CHAPTER SIX
I rushed to the elevator and pressed the button for the parking garage. Impatiently jabbing the button several times more, I glanced over my shoulder. The elevator doors opened and I stepped in and pushed the button for the bottom floor. The elevator door began to close just as Aiden stepped out of my office. You would have never known from looking at him that he had just fucked his boss senseless. His demeanor was cool and aloof, which I had come to recognize as one of his many masks. I gazed, taking him in from the tips of his shoes upward, stopping my appraisal once I saw the look on his face. Anger?
The elevator doors slowly closed, bringing finality to the scene. What the fuck was he angry about? If anyone, I should be angry. I was just fucked and gagged in my office by my fucking intern. Just saying that in my head sounded all sorts of wrong! I had sex in my office. With my subordinate, no less. But damn it was so amazingly hot! Remembering him inside me, I touched my nipples which were sore from his sensuous abuse. Truth be told, Virginia was sore also. Very sore!
I buttoned the skipped buttons of my jacket and made a futile attempt to smooth my hair as I waited to exit the elevator. I shoved my shirt and bra into my purse just before the doors opened. Looking downward, I hurriedly made my way to the parking garage. I wondered what I would see if I were looking at the security cameras. Would I see a woman who had been shamelessly ravaged? I was silently praying not. I hoped I would see a woman who worked late and who had a lot on her mind as she rushed to get home in preparation for the evening’s company party.
Nearing my car, I pressed the button on the key fob to unlock my car door and got inside. Damn, I was a lot sorer than I thought, I noticed after sitting down. My phone rang but I decided to let it go to voicemail. The last time I left work and answered my phone, I opened a door of disaster. This time, whoever was calling would have to wait. I secured my seat belt and started home. For the second time today, I was in the busy Boston traffic headed home. The difference this time was that I was leaving work after an extreme orgasm, courtesy of Aiden Wyatt…whereas the first attempt to leave, I was only guilty of stroking his cock and tasting his cum. Either way, I was fucked. Literally and figuratively.
Entering my condo, I began undressing, leaving a trail of clothing to the bathroom. I started a bath and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. A hot, relaxing bath and a couple of glasses of wine would do much to soothe my thoughts. Heading back to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone, placed it on the docking station and launched an upbeat playlist. I appreciated the speaker system throughout my home as the room immediately filled with the cheery rhythm of Katy Perry’s Roar. Katy was one of my favorite artists; I was drawn in the moment I heard the chorus of her massive hit, I Kissed A Girl, which I still loved.
I dimmed the lights in the bathroom and stepped in the tub. Settling in, I closed my eyes and allowed the music to flow over me. Music was my cure-all. There were occasions when it made happy times happier and there were other times, like now, where it offered a much-needed distraction.
After a few songs and a glass of wine, I was actually in a much calmer place. I prepared myself to re-play today’s events and evaluate my predicament. I needed to know at which exact point had I lost control in the situation with Aiden. And most important, I needed to establish how to assure his silence concerning today’s recklessness.
Emerging from the tub thirty minutes later, I’d determined that I never really had the control over the situation with Aiden. The only reason I hadn’t given in to him weeks ago was because he hadn’t made the attempt. The moment I saw him, it was inevitable. What had occurred was trouble on many levels, the most important of which was my job. I needed a way to silence this and to ensure it would never happen again.
I had formed a couple of logical conclusions. First, there was no way anyone could have seen us in the elevator; as far as I could tell no one ever looked at us. If they had, I would've noticed. But then again, there were a few moments when my eyes were closed. How was it fucking possible for anyone to have that type of effect on me? I could barely recall the details of what happened in the elevator. Secondly, in regards to the office sex, my office door had been locked and we were actually pretty quiet when he was fucking me, thanks to the gag. Who would have thought there would come a day in which I would be thankful for being gagged? Basically, what occurred between us was just that, between us. No one knew. Thirdly, I needed to make sure it remained that way if my career were to remain intact.
The way I saw it, I had only a couple of choices- pretend it never happened, with the hope that he would follow my lead and do the same or speak to him asking him to keep his mouth shut and make certain that it never happened again. There was actually a third option. I could do what I really wanted…let him fuck me as hard and as often as possible. After all, the damage was done. The indiscretion in the elevator alone was enough for me to lose my job and taint my career. Sexual harassment…that is what they would label it. But he was the one harassing me! That may have very well been the case; however, I knew that I would be the one to take the fall given the dy
namics of the working relationship…supervisor to subordinate. But if I were going to get the boot over sexual harassment, I may as well make it worth it and have as much mind-blowing sex with him as my cunt would allow, which may not be very much considering how sore I was from just one romp. But he’d be worth the delicious pain. I could definitely suffer through it. Of course, that was Virginia talking. Virginia was a lot like April. Always up and ready for some hot scandalous sex…consequences be damned.
Totally ignoring Virginia, I decided to finish packing. After the party, I would change clothes, grab my luggage and head to the airport. I only packed a carry-on because most of my time there would be in a bikini so extra clothes weren’t a necessity. I would buy whatever else needed once I landed.
After placing my luggage near the door, I sat at my bureau to fix my hair. I added a few braids on the sides and at the nape, gathered them along with the loose hair, pulling it all to meet in the back in a knotty woven mass. I’d left out my bangs and pulled them back over the top to create a little extra volume. After assessing that I did a pretty good job, I applied my makeup and entered my closet to select my attire. I’d decided on a Vera Wang cocktail dress. It was a silver, satin strapless dress with tiered layers that stopped a few inches above the knee. There was a triangle cutout at the back which revealed the upper and lower mid of my back. It did place the girls on display; maybe more revealing than what I would normally wear to a company function but I loved this dress on me- it accentuated everything I loved about my body. It was daring, slightly understated and sexy. Foregoing a necklace, I donned my favorite diamond earrings and matching bracelet. I grabbed my silver clutch and slipped on a pair of Silver Christian Louboutin Peep Toe Pumps and exited my bedroom.
April called earlier, beyond excited to begin our four-day weekend. I filled her in on a few of the details regarding my situation with Mr. Fuck Me in hopes she would perhaps this once, understand my plight - but true to form she didn't see the problem. She thought it all sounded amazingly hot. The fact that it involved a level of risk was all the more attractive to her. I never said that it wasn't hot, because the mere thought of this afternoon with him made me desperate to pick up where we left off but it was also dangerous and it violated my Fuck Rule.
