by Bella Shade
“How did you do that?” He texts me. “How did you convince the Mr Donovan to buy you such things?”
“I flipped through the files and saw that most rich businessmen you make deals with, buy you expensive presents of lingerie and sex toys, since you’re known to like to gift those to your mistresses,” I write back. “I told him you asked me to ask him and buy those for your the next model you want to sleep with, and he agreed. Your reputation precedes you. Now, you won’t to be able to deny that, will you? I took a copy of the receipt and sent it to you. If you don’t want to sign the deal with Mr. Donovan for any reason, you might want to refund his payment and pay it yourself.”
There is a big smile on my face now. I know. I am so mean and irresponsible.
To my surprise, he doesn’t text me back, nor does he come bursting into my office. I spend the next nine hours fidgeting and waiting for him to even call for me, but he doesn’t. When I walk out in the hall they say he has announced being busy while alone and stopped all calls today. When I am about to leave and call it a day, I get a memo from the financial department. They want me to run over a project they will present tomorrow. It’s urgent and I have to work after regular working hours. I have done it before, and I don’t mind. It’s my job and I get my bonus. It’s just that today I am so distracted , having to work with only other two workers in the office until almost nine o’clock in the evening.
And where the hell are you, bastard?
7
Sebastian Dyer
After reading her last message, I feel like my head is going to explode. I hate that bitch. She so gets on my nerves, but I can’t seem to resist her. Instead of committing suicide, jumping offa my own building in New York city, I grit my teeth, run my hand through my hair, lean back in my chair, and breath out slowly.
Calm down, Dyer. You had enough pussy than anyone in this city could dream of. Good pussy. Sexy women. Intelligent women. Charming women. Alice is just one more on the list. Don’t let her get to you. You already fucked her yesterday. You’re her boss. Get her out of your system. You’re the winner here.
Even though my mind process calms me down, I know it’s all lies. There is something about this woman that makes me lose control. Something so different from all others. Something that I love and hate at the same time. I fucked her to forget about her. Just another girl bagged in my sack of one night stands and crazy sexual adventures. But she’s still running in my veins as if fucking her was injecting myself with an addictive drug that I can’t get enough of. It’s bad for me, but I have to taste her one more time. I have to feel that euphoric ecstasy that she sends through my manhood. I want to cup those breast. I want to caress those sighs, and I want to slap that ass. I want to fuck the shit out of her until she can’t stand on her knees. I want it and I need it. Those lips. Oh god. Those lips. The way she kisses me back and bites on my lower lips. I want o suck on her tongue, and I want her to suck my cock and come on her face all day long. But not before I give her shivers, not before I rock her word, not before I send her to the moon and back on an orgasm rocket. And then, after I see her throb to the intensity of the orgasm, I want to gift her with another one, and another. Never have I enjoyed making a woman come like I enjoyed her.
Shit! Who am I fooling?
Calm down, Dyer.
I loosen my tie and stare at the door of my office. Just be calm. You’re the man. You get the girls. They can’t get enough of you. You’ve got everything a woman needs. It was a good move not to reply to her message. She is going crazy now, not knowing what you think of her move, or what your next move is. Let her burn slowly as you’re absent and silent. Soon enough she will come through that door. You’ve already stopped incoming calls and ordered no one to bother you but you know what she is made of. She is made of a chocolate bar full of stubbornness. Her determination is her weakness. This is where you push her buttons. She has pride, she is smart, and believes in herself. That’s her weakness. She will not stand you not answering her back.
I wait for hours, staring at that closed door, cigarette ashes piling up in my ashtray. I stopped smoking last year. It is time to get back to it, waiting for her to burst into that door. And then, I swear to God I am going to fuck her like she has never been fucked in her life. The things I am going to do to her, she’ll remember for the rest of her life.
But time passes and she doesn’t show up.
The working day ends, and still she didn’t come.
Knocked out and furious, I sneak out of the back door of my office, defeat showing in my eyes. I take the stairs instead of the elevator so no one sees me or asks me where I have been all day, or even worse, what the hell is wrong with me. I don’t feel I am myself when she’s away. It’s a fucking joke. No one does this to Sebastian Dyer. I can’t believe I am walking down the stairs that no one ever uses like a thief because I am embarrassed of myself. How come that bitch didn’t message me back or ask for me. The stairs feel like the road down to hell. Before I fucked her, I lived in my optimum heaven. Fucking her was purgatory. And now I am all the way down to the empty garage after working hours.
I open the door to my Lexus and sit inside, helplessly staring at the empty garage. There are about ten other cars still parked in here. One of them is a huge van, parked right next to me. I slam my hand on the wheel, letting out a painful breath. Am I really going to turn the keys into my car and drive home now? My inner self asks. You can always bed the hottest and most intelligent and riches woman in New York right now. How about Frida Jennsen, the daughter of multi billionaire Grecko Jennsen. She is young, Swedish, hot, and she wants you so bad. You have seen how she was looking at you in the charity party a months ago. She took your phone playfully and plugged her number inside and bit her lips in the middle of the party. She is a million times sexier and hotter than Alice. What’s wrong with you, man?
I find my eyes lowering down to my crotch. My cock isn’t happy about Frida Jenssen. It’s not hardening on its own and there isn’t that tingling of pain and pleasure in it when I say her name my lips. Instead, it’s Alice’s name that sends this son of a bitch to a throbbing then hardening journey before it’s so hard it’s start killing me.
As I turn my head, I see a car parked. It’s Alice’s. She is still in the building. Of course, she is. I sent an order to the financial department to occupy her with revising their offer for tomorrow’s meeting. I thought the longer she stays in the building the better chance she would finally contact me. Still, she didn’t. The poor girl is working her ass off right without needing to.
Speaking of her beautiful ass, an idea suddenly strikes me. An evil idea. A heavenly evil idea.
8
Alice Lively
There is a huge smirk on my face when my phone rings and I see that it’s Mr Dyer. Even though I am exhausted and in need to go home, take a shower and sleep tight, this call is made of gold. Patience pays off eventually.
I let the phone rings three time, thinking I might let him burn.
S.L.O.W.L.Y.
I might go as far as not picking up. That would be like hitting the jackpot. But I can’t bring myself to not knowing why he calls. I am so eager so hear his trembling voice, begging me to make peace – I’m almost sure this will never happen, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
“What do you want?” I say, full of myself, watching my reflection in the mirror as I bite on the tip of a pencil.
“Oh. I am sorry Ms Alice,” he says calmly. “I hope you’re not busy. I know you’re working after hours, but there is something I need from you.”
“Oufff,” I sigh impatiently. “And what would that be?” So we’re not talking about the previous conversation about panties and credit cards anymore?
B.O.R.I.N.G.
Come to think of it, panties and credit cards might be what all this world is about. Everything that happens to us everyday either starts or end with panties and credit card. Morbid thoughts, you have Ms Alice. I tell myself.
“I am
on my way out and I was checking some papers that need your signature or I won’t be able to attend a certain meeting tomorrow. I know I should’ve done this before but I couldn’t reach you all day.” He says casually.
“I am the one who--" I almost choke on the pencil in the middle of my sentence. I was going to tell him that I am the one who couldn’t reach him all day. What am I thinking? Is this what he is trying to trick me into? “You couldn’t reach me because you locked yourself in your room all day, not allowing any of us to enter it. What were you doing. Jerking off to my picture?” I say in one breath, my hand touching my blouse. I wanted to touch all the lingerie I bought with his credit card now – I checked the files and hour ago and learned that he refunded the money to Mr Donovan and paid for them himself. It feels so powerful wearing them, knowing that he paid for them. You go girl, being feisty and such.
“Please, Ms Alice,” He sounds sincere and weakened, which is really strange. “Let’s put yesterday behind us. It was a…” he swallows. “A glitch. A beautiful glitch. Now can you come down to the garage and sign the papers for me before I go?”
“You’re in the garage?” I am not commenting about this beautiful glitch thing because somehow I don’t like him being sincere at all. The confusion caused the words to slur in my mouth.
“Yes. I told you I was about to leave. If you can’t, we can also do it tomorrow morning.”
“So you’re not going to call in sick tomorrow, right?” I return to my edgy voice. I don’t know why, but I feel like pushing his buttons to see if he is bluffing, if playing sincere is just one of his games.
“No. I will not. So see you tomorrow—“
“Wait,” I stand up. “I am coming down right now. I was going to go home anyway. I am finished. Wait up,” Don’t sound so freaking eager girl! And what’s with that playing nice all of a sudden? You hate the bastard.
For a minute, I am stranded in front of the mirror. Something here is not quite right. Was this Sebastian Dyer on the phone? Did he chicken out like all other men I know that I can manipulate once we have sex?
This isn’t right. I have to go down there see what’s the hell is going on.
9
Sebastian Dyer
Once I hear her footsteps in the empty garage underground, I hide behind the van parked next to me, knowing that she will easily spot my Lexus. Hearing her footsteps reminds of her sexy shoes. I call them the Fuck Me shoes. I shrug and take a deep breath, loosening my tie. I watch her rub her arms against the colder temperature down here, wishing she’d brought something to slip over her arms. When she arrives at my open car I see her wonder where I am, but she doesn’t call out for me. I get closer and grab her arm, jerking her sideways into the shadows between the garage’s wall and the van. Before she makes a sound, I clip my hand over her mouth and drag two step into the shadow of the van so no one see us.
Alice struggles in my arms but my grip is implacable. I like feeling dominant. Hell. I am almost addicted to that feeling, feeling my hands like iron bars across her body, and thinking of her as my prisoner. Her smell is driving me crazy I sniff her hair like a dying fish out of water longing for oxygen.
Even though I like to be dominant – and have done crazier things – I am surprised of my urge and need toward her that drives me to act so recklessly. I mean, a garage, risking the sandal if seen together? What if she screams? If she does. I’ll let her go. But she doesn’t. I can tell she recognizes me immediately, waiting to see what surprise I have for her. I always give her the chance to say no, to fight me, to kick my ass – which I know she is capable of.
She stomps down as she kicks my leg. I let out a small cry and turn her around against the wall and stare at her fucking beautiful face. The way she looks at me makes harden even more. I crash my lips against hers, pinning her body against the wall. I let go from her lips to take another look in her daring eyes. My cock throbs against her abdomen then I crash against lips again. Those lips taste so fucking good, I think as I thrust my fingers into her hair. I want her so close to me, closer than she thinks, closer than I could bare, and closer than the laws of physics allow.
Like every time, Alice surprises me. She pulls me even closer from my hair. This gal is fond of my hair. She loves to play with it, pull, and loves it when it looks like I just came out of hairdresser’s oven.
This is so fucked up. This so insane. This shouldn’t be happening at all but it is, and the freakish forces of our bodies talk their talk now without permission of the mind.
But I can’t stand the intensity whenever I pull back and look into her powerful eyes. I hate her. I despise her. She gets on my nerves, and I can’t resist her, and I don’t want her to know that can’t.
“Let me see those panties you bought, naughty girl,” I say and turn her around again. She resists for a moment but I am way stronger. She throws her head back trying to hit me in the face. I avoid her and chuckle, twisting her arm behind her back. Just a little so he admires my strength but not to hurt her. Then she stomps her feet again, trying to hurt my balls with her high heels Fuck Me shoes. My cock hardens so intensely I think I might lose it and come in pants. No one has ever done such a thing to me. Who the fuck does she think she is? I snake her soft leg between mine and tighten my grip on her wrist. Now I own her. She can’t move.
“If you don’t let me go, I’ll scream,” She muffles. But she doesn’t scream. If she really want me to go, she’ll scream.
“Everything about you drives me mad,” I whisper in her ear and breathe into her neck. I feel her body clench to my words. “The fuck in the conference room doesn’t count. I need to smell you and taste you again.” I find my self kissing her neck softly. What the fuck is wrong with me? This is not a tender fuck. I am just exorcising her out of my veins. Be rough! The thought ends up with me slightly turning the kiss into a bite in her neck. Just a slight one. She moans to it and my world shatters.
I am so screwed, unable to control myself. I lift up her skirt from behind, and press her harder to the wall before my hand moves up the back of her sighs under her skirt. I rake her soft skin with my fingernails, wanting almost to scratch but I don’t. She makes me want to do bad things to her but never wanting to really hurt her which drives me insane. She growls and squeeze her but as a reply and spread her cheeks and thrust forward with my zipped pants, indulging in the pleasure of feeling her with my cock. She moans again. It turns me on and on and on. But she surrenders, in a way, arching her hips back I almost feel she wants to kill me with that move.
When she does that, I know she is more into it now, so I set her free and allow her to turn around, staring into my eyes. It’s a precious moment. She could slide herself from between me and the wall behind her and just walk away. And she knows what I am doing, still staring at me with a mixture of love and hate, disgust and lust.
I see her eyes fixed on my lips and can’t but lick my lips. I want to feel her mouth on me but I giving her a chance to pick her move.
Finally, she arches closer against my body, and I feel my world sing and dance. She moves her hands across my torso touching my silky shirt – I had already taken off my coat and left it in the car. She starts sliding her fingers through the shirt. This is not good. Her touch is tearing me apart.
I grab her hands and stretch them high above her head. I am firm about it. She has to know that as thrust my legs between her thighs and let her feel my manhood in between. She moans breathlessly again.
“That’s right,” I smirk, allowing her legs to snake my hips as a I press her harder against the wall for balance. I suck and nibble on her neck again. Slowly, we’re going to get there where I want. But I am going to get there alone. She going to come with me, so she gives me all she’s got.
I free one of her hands, allowing her to rest it on my strong shoulder, and thrust two fingers inside her immediately. I always have trouble passing her panties into her core. No matter how many panties she wears and how expensive, I find my way through.
She tries not to let out a groan by grabbing my neck tighter with her free hand, her head on my shoulder as I still hold her about off the floor. I am literary sweeping her off her feet.
I keep fingering her. It’s such a pleasure to me. She is much wetter than yesterday. My intensity drives her mouth to nibble on my neck. I think she my bite me any time soon.
Instead, she goes for my lips, lacing her hand into my hair. I let ago of her other hand and now she embraced me and the kisses almost deprive me from breathing.
I keep fucking her with my fingers, circling in her clit.
I step back and let her down on her feet. The move shocks and she feels like the intensity is broken suddenly.
“On your knees,” I demand. She growls, clenching her teeth with anger in her eyes. I like to tease her. She tries to dare me by looking longer at me but I don’t flinch. “I want to feel that perfect mouth around my cock before I fuck you hard.” I say.
I swear I could see her giggling secretly behind her eyes.
“Not before you go down on me first,” She says, panting.
What the fuck? She is bossing me around? No one has ever dared me like that. I have to admit that this is so sexy as hell. Who is this woman? Did she just say that? That was so hot! I want to go down on her so hard she forgets her name.
I kneel down on my knees – which I haven’t ever done before for anyone. I move my lips slightly over her expensive panties and start nibbling around with my tongue while gripping the panties with one hand. I was planning to take my time with this move, but when I hear her moan I rip her panties away and tuck them in my pocket. She rested one of her feet on my shoulder as a reaction to my movement. I part her lips with my thumb and middle finger then let my tongue visit her clit. She just tastes so good. Her hands thrust into my hair from the sensations. I feel her whole body shivering with anticipation as I enter her with my tongue, tasting her on me. She gasps, loud enough her voice echoes in the garage. That’s when I know that I don’t give a damn if we get caught right now. Nothing in the world could stop me from her now. Nothing.
