Love Unbound

by Cassandra Dee

  He moved us over to the wall next the one we were destroying. As Ryan slammed his rod deep into my pussy, he began to kiss me. As I moaned, attempting to tell him to stop, but I couldn’t help but get wrapped up in it. While our lips kissed, our hips danced, knocking things over in all directions. I wondered if the floors below or above us could feel or hear the rampage going on.

  He grabbed onto my ass and began to thrust harder and faster. We continued to kiss, even as we moaned with the sensuous loving. I rubbed my clit tenderly as he sped up, and then he grunted and let out a loud shout.

  “Fuck!” was Ryan’s roar, the conquering lion ready to destroy. “Fuck shit fuck!”

  I took his sweet cum in my eager opening just as my sensitive clit erupted in my third and final orgasm, pussy walls shaking deliciously.

  Then the nightmare began.

  The door to my office burst open and standing there was an employee named Helen, pudgy and unattractive. She was the type of person who wore brown sacks to work, even though we were a fashion magazine called Chic-Wise.

  Shit, I thought.

  What the hell was she doing here? The woman was also a kiss-ass who also happened to be my greatest rival. She’d been angling for the editor in chief position was I was promoted, and frankly, the woman never got over the slight. Her face went from shocked to satisfied, catching us in the act.

  “Lexi!” she cried with fake astonishment. “What is this?”

  “Get out!” was all I could manage, Ryan’s thick dick still buried in my folds. “Get out!”

  She took her own sweet time.

  “I’m sorry,” Helen fake apologized. “I just heard noises and didn’t think you were here. I thought maybe someone had broken in and was sneaking around in your office. I didn’t want anyone to be stealing from you. That would’ve been awful.”

  “Helen, wait outside,” I said through gritted teeth.

  She closed the door, beaming like a fucking Cheshire cat.

  Slowly, Ryan withdrew, making me moan again despite the fact that Helen was right outside. His cock glistened, still pulsing and dripping from our session.

  But I had to take care of business, looking around furiously for my lacey panties.

  “Looking for these?” he growled, an amused grin on his face.

  “Give me that,” I hissed, grabbing the thong from his hand before struggling into them.

  “Aw sweetheart, you look beautiful without them,” was his amused reply.

  “Shut up,” I whispered harshly. “We’ve just been caught, and you’re not worried at all?”

  Ryan grinned, flashing even white teeth in the low light.

  “Naw, boss. I know you’ll take care of it.”

  And shooting him one last dirty look, I opened the door to the office and walked out as calmly as possible.

  Helen was waiting nearby.

  “That’s the new intern, isn’t it?” Helen smirked. “Brian?”

  “Ryan,” I corrected her. “And don’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

  “You mean, don’t tell your mom?” she simpered.

  “Yes,” I said between gritted teeth. “Please don’t tell my mom about what you saw in there.”

  But Helen had caught me red-handed, and wanted to inflict some pain.

  “Lexi, I’m sorry,” she said with a mock frown. “But, I have to inform Rowena. Fraternizing between coworkers isn’t allowed. You know that. Besides, interns here are up for potential jobs. It would be a major conflict of interest.”

  “You don’t care about that, Helen,” I snapped.

  Her look was one of feigned shock.

  “Lexi, if I saw any superior having sex with an employee, I would report it,” she said. “It’s not fair, and it’s against company policy. We want to do what’s right for Chic-Wise.”

  “That rule was implemented specifically for me,” I said angrily. “You know that.”

  “I don’t know if that’s the case or not,” Helen said, smiling evilly. “Nonetheless, I’m not comfortable about what I just saw. You should have just disclosed your relationship to H.R.”

  “We don’t have a relationship,” was my grim reply. “Because nothing’s going on.”

  “Whatever it is,then. Lexi, either you need to tell your mom about the intern in your office, or I will. It’s up to you.”

  I wanted to scream at Helen, but it would be pointless. The woman didn’t care what I said no matter what. I looked back at my office, stomach in knots. What were we going to do? Ryan was still inside … and yet the taboo act had felt so good.

  Chapter 8

  Ryan

  Oh shit. Did I get my woman into massive trouble? Multiple pairs of eyes darted towards me and then away with voices speaking in a low hush. There was gossip simmering in the air.

  When Rowena showed up, no one could tell exactly what was being said between Lexi and her mom, but it sounded heated. I didn’t want to be responsible for her getting penalized or even fired. Oh shit. What next?

  Before I could act, Lexi’s mom left without saying a word to anyone, stalking out with her high heels clacking. And then Lexi appeared, eyes puffy as she walked towards the exit.

  I didn’t care what people would think. I decided to follow her, and caught up to the female just as she was trying to get into the elevator.

  “Ryan, not now,” she said while weeping.

  “Just tell me what happened,” was my rumble. “I’ll talk to your mom. I’ll tell her everything was my fault, that you didn’t—”

  “I said not now!” she mewled, wiping at her eyes still. “Ryan, get back to work.”

  She pressed the elevator button impatiently.

  “Your mom’s not going to fire you,” I stated.

  She laughed, rolling her eyes.

  “I won’t let her,” was my vehement promise.

  Lexi took a deep breath then before meeting my eyes.

  “Ryan, we’re not going to be together,” she said. “We’re not going to sleep together anymore. We’re not doing anything anymore, okay? I tried telling you that before, but… this is what I get for being with you.”

  “Lexi—”

  “No one was supposed to suspect that I was fraternizing with an intern,” she said. “It doesn’t just look bad for the company, it makes me look like a whore. It makes me seem like a fucking wreck.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I worked so hard to make the people in this office take me seriously,” she said, taking a shuddering breath. “Rumors consistently go around this building about me and how I got the job. Now, it’s all true.”

  The elevator finally arrived, and she got in it. I followed her in, determined to make a difference.

  “Tell me what happened,” was my growl.

  The brunette took a deep breath.

  “Ryan, I was already on thin ice with my mom about this kind of thing,” she admitted. “Rowena caught me messing around with an employee in the parking lot one time almost a year ago, and she almost got rid of me then. She said I’d have another chance, but now… Now, I don’t have anything. She’s done.”

  My heart sank. “I don’t—”

  “Rowena says that now she’s thinking of ‘hiring someone more serious for the position,’” she spat bitterly. “This has destroyed me. My career at Chic-Wise is over.”

  Oh shit, and it was all my fault. I didn’t know how to respond or what to say.

  “But I’m an adult,” Lexi continued, taking a deep breath. “I could’ve said no to you, but I didn’t. That was my fault, not yours. Don’t worry. I’ll be okay.”

  The elevators opened and she stepped out.

  “Lexi, wait—”

  “Ryan, please go back to work.”

  “Lexi,” I said desperately. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m destroyed by this, too. I mean, I really, really like you. I’ve loved the time we’ve had together.”

  “You really like having sex with me,” she stated, lips presse
d into a line. “You don’t know me. Don’t start talking like that.”

  That took me aback.

  “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

  “Ryan, please just leave me alone,” she said. “I can’t anymore. I’m so sorry.”

  And with that, the girl turned to walk away, the elevator doors hissing shut. What would I do now? The future was unclear, but I wanted more with the beautiful brunette … and her mom was only part of the problem.

  Turning, I strode back to work but my thoughts wouldn’t settle down. Despite the whispers and sideways glances, all I cared about was my girl. So ignoring the gossip, I worked away steadily until it was time to head home. And once I got back, the drinking started. Maybe after a couple cocktails, I’d be able to simmer down and relax somewhat.

  While I lay in bed staring blankly at the TV, I absentmindedly began to touch myself. There were all these things I wanted to do Lexi, and all the things that I wanted her to do to me. It amazed me at just how willing I’d been to let her be dominant with me.

  Slowly edging off my boxers, I began to really masturbate while hoping that maybe the female would come knocking on my front door. She knew where I lived. I’d have let her in, and I would’ve slammed her against the wall again. I wanted to bite her neck and leave the marks the way she’d left them on me. The bruises from her actions were still all over me, a constant reminder about just how good we’d been together.

  I thought about her riding me, dangling those large, succulent breasts in my face. I wanted to put them in my mouth. I wanted to bite and suck on her tits until they were swollen and puffy. Just thinking about her titties pushed me over the edge, and I erupted in my hand, spraying all over my torso and around my bed. The release was sweet, but the satisfaction was oddly hollow. I wanted her hand to be the one coated with sticky semen.

  Fuck. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was Asher. We’d been texting on and off during the day, so I considered ignoring the dude. But my phone kept buzzing and I answered with a impatient snort.

  “Yo,” was my grunt.

  “Hey man, how you holding up?” he asked.

  “Not too good,” I said while mopping up my mess. “You?”

  “I’m all right,” he said. “Still bummed about Lexi?”

  “Yeah.”

  “You think you’re going to be fired?” he wondered.

  “I have no clue,” I said. “Maybe. I wouldn’t be surprised.”

  “Well, I have good news for you,” he chortled. “Chuck said that he could get you in for an interview at the sports mag tomorrow morning if you’re up for it.”

  “Yeah absolutely bro. Thank you so much.”

  “No worries. Now if they fire you, you can just tell them to fuck themselves. Just forget about this chick,” he advised. “Move on to better things.”

  “Yeah, for sure,” was my grunt. But my heart wasn’t in it. Although my professional prospects had just brightened considerably, I wasn’t going to be able to just forget about Lexi and move on. Even if my time at her magazine was concluded … my time with the curvy female was far from over.

  Chapter 9

  Lexi

  I woke up in the middle of the night after having an incredibly sexy dream about Ryan. I couldn’t remember all of the details, or even where exactly we were, but I definitely remembered what we were doing with each other, from his mouth all over my skin to the heat that still sizzled inside.

  Since I’d woken up very horny, I decided to do something about it. Slowly, my hand slid down my shorts and began to masturbate. I was timid at first, fantasizing about what I wanted to do to him, and what he would do to me.

  The truth was I wanted his hand to be here, and not my own. I thought about how hot it would be if I smothered him with the covers and made him eat out my pussy again. I thought about how hot it was when he devoured me before. Fluids seeped from my sweetest spot as I moaned throatily, dreaming about the man.

  I imagined being back in his apartment, sitting on his lap in a daze. I wanted to ride his cock and see what it would be like to have his hands completely unrestrained. Would he spank me? Would he make me his?

  Plus, I wanted the man to choke me again. I wanted Ryan to pull my hair while he did it. I wanted my vision to become blurry under his power.

  Although eventually, my body erupted, it wasn’t fulfilling because my lover wasn’t here. I wanted Ryan to be with me, that gorgeous cock filling me with his seed, but there was only emptiness.

  Hot tears rolled down my eyes even as my body shuddered one last time. Because without Ryan, what did I have? A whole lot of nothing. Slowly, sleep overtook me again, but it was the misery of a grey, restless nothingness.

  *

  The alarm jolted me from the darkness, and I rolled over feeling like a lump of lead. Oh god. Work. My mom had warned me the day before that she would be coming by Chic-Wise again just to keep tabs on the outfit.

  I rushed through the terrible L.A. traffic and bolted out of the elevator with only a minute to spare before nine o’clock. Unfortunately, Rowena was already there, in my office, waiting for me.

  “Hello, dear,” she said.

  “Morning,” I replied.

  “Cutting it a little close, aren’t we?” she asked, staring pointedly at the clock.

  “Traffic was a nightmare,” I murmured, hanging up my coat.

  “It’s Los Angeles, Lexi,” she sighed. “Traffic’s not new. Although I must admit, after our talk yesterday, I wondered if you would even show up at all.”

  “What would give you that idea?” I asked sarcastically. “Was it when you said you were going to replace me as soon as possible?”

  “I was angry,” she had the grace to say. “I apologize. I don’t want to have to let you go.”

  There had to be a catch. There always is with Rowena.

  “Okay.”

  “Because do you see why this is such a predicament?” she continued. “This entire office knows what happened in this room yesterday. It’s bad enough that I’m always second-guessed about putting you in this room to begin with.”

  I couldn’t look at her.

  “If you were me, Lexi, what would you do?”

  “Mom, please let me keep my job.”

  “You didn’t answer my question.”

  “You don’t have anything to worry about,” I insisted. “I’ve ended things with Ryan. We’re not going to see each other like that ever again. There’s no conflict of interest. There’s no more rule breaking. If you want to suspend me, or give me a citation, or something to punish me, I get it, and I accept. But don’t fire me. Please let me stay here.”

  “You swear to me that you’re done fooling around with that intern?” Rowena asked.

  “I promise.”

  “Okay, then,” she said. She got up out of her chair and grabbed her bag.

  “So… are we okay?” I asked her.

  “You can keep your job here,” she said magnanimously.

  “Mom, thank you so—”

  “However, you’ll have to fire the intern.”

  That made me pause because the situation had been both of our faults. Why did his head have to roll as a sacrifice?

  “I have to fire Ryan?” were my slow words.

  Rowena’s green eyes gleamed.

  “Will that be a problem?” she said in a silky voice.

  What to do? I was hurt knowing that things had come to this. But there was no choice. What Rowena wants is what she gets, and I’d just escaped by the thinnest of hairs.

  So I nodded woodenly, assuming a professional expression.

  “That’s fine. I’ll let him go today.”

  “Good,” Rowena smirked. “Talk to you later, honey,” she said before breezing off. And once the door closed, I sat down stiffly in my chair, unable to breathe. Because Ryan was going to pay the price for our misdeeds … and I hated myself for it.

  Chapter 10

  Ryan

  Oh shit. I was running late to C
hic-Wise. Plus, my cell was going crazy. Lexi had called me three times, texted me asking me where I was, and seemed to be determined to have me there right away. I wondered if she’d be prepared for what I had to say.

  Footsteps quick, I headed straight to Lexi’s office. The brunette looked upset, barely looking me in the eye as I shut the door.

  “Are you okay?” I asked her.

  “No,” she said, voice oddly stilted. “Why don’t you have a seat.”

  I sat down, watching her pace around her office anxiously.

  “Rowena said that I could keep my job here,” she said.

  “That’s great news,” I growled. “You must be relieved.”

  Lexi nodded, but still wouldn’t meet my eye.

  “It’s not all great news,” she continued. “Rowena says that in order for me to keep my job, I have to fire you.”

  I began to grin, anticipating her next words.

  “I’m sorry,” Lexi said, her voice choking. “I really don’t want to have to do this, but she’s leaving me no choice. I can write a recommendation for you. I can call up some people I know at other magazines—”

  “Lexi, it’s okay,” I growled. “It’s funny how it’s happening this way, actually.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Her head snapped up, and for the first time, those caramel eyes met mine.

  “Lexi, the reason that I was late today was because I had a job interview with Sports Life,” was my rumble. “I went in for a writer’s assistant position. And I got the position. They hired me on the spot. I start next week.”

  “Oh.” She seemed surprised. Suddenly the atmosphere changed, shock morphing into relief, the tension began to evaporate.

  “Yeah, now you don’t have to fire me,” I said with a grin. “You don’t have to be the bad guy.”

  “Well, I appreciate that,” the brunette murmured, flushing. She sat down at her desk, fingers fidgeting before shooting a glance my way. “You didn’t go get a different job because of me, did you?”

  I shrugged.

  “I wanted to work for a sports magazine. But maybe you had a little something to do with it. Why?”