Casual Sext

by Lisa Lace

Closing her eyes, she mustered up the courage to go inside and interrupt him while he was hard at work. She stepped into the light and dangled the clutch on her fingers as she watched him, his head down, papers covering his desk.

  “Care for a bite?”

  Edward looked up from his desk, and his eyes grew wide. “Mia. What are you doing here?”

  “Everyone has to eat, right?” She sauntered into his office and held the bags toward him. “I figured if you couldn’t take me to dinner, I would bring dinner to you.”

  “You shouldn’t have gone to all of the trouble.”

  Mia felt a twinge in her stomach. He didn’t seem excited to see her. In fact, he made her feel like she was intruding. Why didn’t he want her there? She wasn’t letting him off the hook that easily.

  “How long has your brother been here?”

  Edward looked up, a surprised look on his face. “My brother?”

  “Jack? I saw him in the parking garage. I thought you said you were alone.”

  “I was. I didn’t know he was here. How do you know my brother? I didn’t think you’d ever met him.”

  She conjured up a lie as quickly as she could. “Oh, I recognized him from your company profile online.” She watched his face soften and hoped he believed her. She wasn’t ready for any other hard truths. Before he could ask more than she could answer, she changed the subject back to the reason why she was there.

  “I brought wine.” She waited for him to respond, but got nothing. “And Chinese takeout.” He continued working as if she wasn’t standing in front of him. “I tell you what. I will put everything out here on this table way over here, away from you and all your business, and when you want a little break, come over. I will stay quiet as a church mouse.”

  “If you insist on staying, I guess that would be fine. But I really need to work.” His eyes scolded her as if he knew her intentions.

  She put her finger up to her lips, mimed locking them, and didn’t move from the side of the table until he redirected his attention back to his computer. Pulling out the containers of moo goo gai pan, pork-fried rice, and pineapple fritters, she moved seductively in case he was watching. With thoughts of what he did to her in the hotel room and again in the back of his car, she craved more. She craved to feel him against her again, her wrists restrained, eyes blindfolded. She needed to feel that again.

  When she glanced over at him, he quickly looked away from her, pretending to immerse himself in his work. Her core reacted, clenching at his brief eye contact. She pulled the wine from the clutch and poured the two goblets half full.

  “Can you eat while you work?” She set a small portion of moo goo gai pan on the corner of his desk with the wine and waited there until he took a bite. Satisfied, she walked back to the table and sat next to it, crossing her legs in full view of his eyes. She picked up the wine and ran the edge of the glass along her bottom lip. Even though she wasn’t looking directly at him, she noticed his eyes locked on her. Her center heated up. She slid one leg up along her other leg and took a deep breath as she sipped from her glass, feeling the tart, dry taste of the wine spread through her mouth.

  Edward stopped typing and picked his head up away from his computer, his mouth slightly open as he watched her little game of seduction. She took another sip, her tongue jetting out to catch a small droplet almost escaping the edge.

  She didn’t look directly at him until he stood up from his desk.

  “Is there something wrong?” She tried playing innocent, but she was too turned on to follow through. She dragged the edge of the glass along her lip again, her eyes heavy, her fingertip caressing the top of her breast along the low-cut neckline of her dress.

  “I never should have allowed you to stay.” His voice was deeper and his gaze more direct. He walked around his desk, taking only a few very large strides to get to her. He grabbed her wine glass from her hands and took a deep swallow. Leaning toward her, he dangled the rest over the top of her and hesitated.

  “What are you doing?”

  He tipped it to the side, poured the cold, deep redness onto her swollen breasts, and dropped to the floor next to her. He slid his arms around her waist and buried them behind her, pulling her forward. He dragged his tongue along her cleavage, along the path that the wine took. He pressed her breasts up from beneath and buried his face deeper. She felt his teeth bite into her soft skin as he pulled her to him harder. She winced at the pain and moaned at the pleasure that followed.

  He pushed his hand up underneath her dress as she spread her legs for him, remembering that she had removed her underwear before leaving her apartment. When he stopped and looked up at her, she gasped and grabbed her lower lip between her teeth.

  “You are the devil himself,” he growled, shoving her dress up to her waist and forcing her legs open as far as the chair allowed. He wrapped his arms around her legs and jerked her forward, until her butt was on the edge, before pressing his mouth to her lips and setting to work.

  Mia buried her hands in his hair as she felt his tongue explore her, pushing through the folds and crevices of her flesh. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes when the familiar arousal began to take over the ache she felt for him. She gasped and snapped her head forward when she felt him inside her. He was looking up at her, his fingers buried between her legs. He pushed and pulled back and forth. She felt every bit of it.

  “Is this what you had in mind tonight?” He kept working her into a frenzy, deeper and deeper until she reached forward and pulled him up. She grabbed his pants and tried unbuckling his belt until he grabbed her arms and held them away from him. He pulled his belt from his pants and grinned. “Turn around.” He looped the belt together and waited for her to comply.

  “What are you going to do?” She looked down at the belt in his hand, adrenaline racing through her veins.

  “No questions. You remember the safe word.”

  Her lip trembled. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Say it.” His voice was commanding.

  She sucked a breath in and glanced at the belt again. “Red.”

  “Good girl. Same rules apply.”

  “But, this isn’t our only night together.”

  “You interrupted me in a very important project I need to finish, a project that will benefit both of us. Am I right, Mia?”

  She nodded and looked down.

  “You knew what you were planning when you came here tonight, and you knew what my reaction would be. Am I right?” He put his hand underneath her chin and tilted her head up to meet his as he raised an eyebrow.

  “Yes,” she muttered.

  “I cannot resist you, Mia. So, if this is what you want, you play by my rules. If you don’t want to do that, you can pack up your dinner and your ideas of what you thought you were going to accomplish and leave.”

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I know, deep down, it lights your fire. You are my submissive, Mia. Whether you like to admit it or not, it is who you are and what your body desires.”

  Her tremble had spread from her lips to her entire body. She knew he was right. It drove her crazy when she thought about him dominating her. Her body wanted it, her mind was consumed by it, but she kept suppressing complete release.

  “Tell me I’m wrong, Mia.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You can’t what?”

  She took in a shaky breath. “You’re not wrong.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want to please you.”

  “To please me is to obey me, to become mine, to submit to me without question. Is that what you want, Mia?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “A strong, independent woman like yourself is willing to submit herself to one man, wholly and exclusively?”

  She turned around and clutched her hands tightly.

  “Good girl.” His breath was warm against her shoulder.

  He cracked the belt, making her jump and wince, her body tr
embling uncontrollably. She felt his body close to hers, his hands on her wrists dragging up her arms slowly.

  “I’m not going to hurt you. I will never harm you.”

  He dragged his hands back down her arms and closed around her wrists, holding them tight. Pulling her arms behind her, she felt the coolness of the leather against her skin as he wrapped his belt around each wrist until they were bound together.

  She started to turn back around until he stopped her. “Not yet,” he said. “Don’t say a word, and don’t move until I tell you what to do next. Nod your head if you understand.”

  She nodded, her stomach in knots at the anticipation and unknown. She listened, hearing movement behind her, wondering what he was doing, watching his shadow on the wall. His shadowed arms lifted above their heads until she saw the tie he wore come down in front of her face. She focused on the shiny black material until she was forced to close her eyes as he covered them and secured the tie behind her head.

  She felt her dress being tugged down off her shoulders and over her breasts until they were exposed. She tried controlling the tremble that wanted to take over her basic motor skills. When she felt the bottom of her dress being pulled up to her waist, she started breathing harder, expecting to feel his hands there next. Maybe his mouth on her nipple? His arms picking her up to carry her someplace? He turned her around and lightly kissed her cheek. Then nothing. Pitch blackness before her, and not a sound to be heard.

  She felt completely vulnerable and exposed as she strained to listen. It was dead silence. She tried to feel him close to her, but she only felt the cool air surrounding her. Where was he? She wanted to call out to him, but he had already warned her of such a thing. What if she asked a question? If she could get him to talk, she’d know where he was. Would he send her home if she spoke? She didn’t dare chance it. She ached for him. The anticipation and the silence played with her thoughts. She heard her own breathing as it picked up, finding it difficult to hold her breath, afraid she would miss the next sound that would give her a clue about what was going to happen next.

  A faint clicking sound broke the silence, and she strained to listen. What was it? Clicking, typing? Was he working? She pulled at the restraint around her wrists, angry that he would put her in this position so he could continue to work. Was he trying to teach her a lesson? She wasn’t a child. Maybe she would just go home. How dare he! Who did he think he was? She pulled at the restraint harder, and the typing stopped. She froze. She didn’t say anything. She was still within the rules, wasn’t she?

  When the typing began again, she decided to wait it out. I cannot resist you, Mia. It was what he said. She stood still and patiently waited, listening to the typing and the rustling of paperwork.

  She tried making sense of the time. How long had she been standing there? She had kicked off her shoes at one point. Earlier, she figured about twenty minutes ago, his phone rang, and everything got quiet. She assumed he answered it and left the office to talk in private. She knew he returned when the familiar typing sound began again.

  Was the chair behind her? Would he get upset if she sat down? She tried feeling around with her foot to locate the chair when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. She stood up straight and strained to listen again.

  “You’ve been very patient, Mia.” His voice was smooth as velvet and seductive as melted chocolate running over a naked body. “I’d like to reward you for being such a good girl for me.”

  Her heart swelled. Why did his praise mean so much to her? She wanted to be his good girl so she could be his bad girl.

  He placed his hand on her back and gently pushed her forward. She walked in the direction he wanted her to go, trying not to stumble.

  She got the sense that he was leading her around his desk to the large window behind it. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard him pull the blinds open. He led her closer, and she tried remembering how far up they were. How many floors did she go up in that elevator? She was so consumed with surprising him that she couldn’t remember. Was he going to expose her to the outside? Her heartbeat raced again as she pulled back from him.

  “Trust me, Mia.”

  She tried, but she still pulled back.

  “I have the light off. The only light in the room is coming from the hallway on the opposite side of the room. The window is right in front of you, and the lights from the street silhouette your body beautifully. We are several floors up. No one can see you.” He pressed his body into hers, and she felt the warmth of his breath on her ear. “Do you believe me, Mia?”

  She swallowed hard. Did she believe him? She nodded, her body on fire and her pussy aching for his touch.

  He nudged her forward until she felt the cold glass against her breasts. Her nipples tightened immediately when he pressed into her. She felt him free her wrists and pull her dress from her body. Then he turned her around. He pulled her wrists to the front of her and restrained them again, pushing them up over her head and hooking them onto something above her. Her body squirmed at the thought of finally getting fucked by Edward.

  Edward

  Watching Mia’s naked body in the shadows of the street lights below was the perfect fire, igniting the simmering arousal Edward began to experience the moment she walked into his office. He knew he wasn’t going to get any work done with her fucking teasing the hell out of him, so he turned it into a delicious game. He’d had a hard time keeping control, and he had to laugh as he watched her half-naked body squirm as he punched the keys mindlessly for as long as he did. He even videotaped some of it for his own private pleasure later. He made sure to delete the garbage he’d typed on his computer after he decided to end her torture.

  Now, here she was, bound and naked in front of him, ready to do whatever he wanted her to do. Watching her breasts rise and fall so hard made his mouth water and his cock rock hard. He dropped his pants to the floor. He ran his hands over her curves and teased her until he couldn’t stand another minute himself. He picked her legs up, wrapped them around his waist, and thrust forward, pushing her open and filling her with his entirety.

  He fucked her against the window, her ass pressed against the coldness. He concentrated on hitting her sweet spot and pleasuring her. Showing her that he had what it takes to make her explode. Her gasps and panting were more than he could take, and he found himself fucking her harder, pushing into her as his orgasm yanked him to the edge. He grunted and held himself deep as he came inside of her, holding himself there. He felt her muscles clench around him, her body jerking and then trembling as she came down from her orgasm. He pulled her wrists free and unbound her, still inside her. She encircled her arms around his neck and buried her head into the crook of his neck as he carried her back to the chair by the table.

  He sat down and cradled her in his arms until she was ready to let go. He believed she would have stayed that way all night if his phone hadn’t interrupted them again. She picked her head up, and he pulled the tie from her eyes. He waited for her to say it was okay to go, but she didn’t. She said nothing. He felt her give herself to him that night, her everything, and he didn’t want to break their perfect moment for anything. His dedication to her was as important as her submission to him.

  He stroked her hair and patterned his breathing to hers. He caressed her naked body curled up in his lap, memorizing every inch of her as his fingertips glided over her waist, her thighs, her shoulders.

  He didn’t want the night to end, but eventually, it had to. When she climbed off him and stretched her muscles, he knew it was time. He felt like he was letting her go forever. He ached to grab her and pull her back to his body, but he didn’t. He watched her walk to the window, pick up their clothes, and walk back. She slid her body into her dress while he reassembled his attire.

  “I would say thank you for dinner, but we hardly ate a thing.” He fastened his pants and chuckled.

  “I was too hungry to eat.” She looked at him for the first time since they made love against the w
indow. With a solemn sadness, she picked up the food and put it back into the bags she’d brought it in. She picked up her shoes and leaned toward him, kissing him on his cheek before walking barefoot toward the door.

  “Mia?” He had a nervous feeling well up in his stomach. “I need to know that you’re okay.”

  “Yes.” Her answer was barely audible, barely felt but he believed her. “I need a little time to let all of this sink in. If it is a big part of who I am, I have to adjust my mind to accept it as well as my body did. One thing.”

  “What is it?”

  “I would do anything for you.”

  Her words struck him hard, but he completely understood. He wanted to run to her and pick her up. He wanted to tell her he was in love with her, but he forced himself to stay where he was. It was too much for her. She needed to process this revelation.

  He watched her walk out the door before he sat back down and clenched the arms of the chair to keep himself from running after her.

  Edward knew there was no point in trying to continue working. It was almost midnight, so he shut everything down, grabbed his phone and his case and left. Remembering the missed call, he answered the message and listened to Jack’s voice telling him to call him immediately. He didn’t sound happy, and that worried Edward.

  He speed-dialed Jack, and the phone rang twice. “What the fuck took you so long?”

  “Hello, Jack. It’s nice to talk to you too.”

  “I just left there not an hour before I called you. You couldn’t be bothered?”

  “I was busy. You knew that. What do you want?”

  “I know what you are doing, playing one side against the other. It’s going to catch up with you, and someone is going to get real sore.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “You can’t tell your little girlfriend you want to save her and her company and then turn around and tell me you are going through with the takeover.”

  “I have it all under control. Will you relax?”

  Edward had to buy time with Jack. He knew it was going to be impossible to persuade him to sign off on the deal, knowing all he was getting was a few measly shares of Mia’s company in the long run. But if he could slip the proper documents saving her company into the fake takeover documents, he might be able to get Jack to sign them. He’d destroy the takeover documents, and Jack would be out.