Revenge Sex
By
Celeste Anwar
(c) copyright Celeste Anwar
Cover art by Eliza Black, (c) copyright October 2012
www.celesteanwar.com
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
Other titles from Celeste Anwar:
Carnal Appetite
Carnal Knowledge
Carnal Thirst
Born of Night
The Color of Twilight
Her Every Desire
Resurrection
Pleasures of the Flesh
Beauty Ravished
Indecent Proposition
Project Nemesis: Wolfen Domination
Project Nemesis: Jungle Fever (Coming Soon)
Cajun Heat
Voyeur
Revenge Sex
Monica Hudgens hated her boss--hated him with a passion that bordered on obsession. Every time she saw him walk into his corner office with the view of downtown Atlanta, it made her want to vomit.
Anyone with a working set of eyes in their head could see he had the leisure time to spend beautifying himself every day, at every opportunity. His slightly long, black hair had seen the sheers of the finest men’s salon. His clean-shaven face was wrinkle and blemish free, and bordered on model/actor good looks with thick black brows, high cheekbones, and an aquiline straight nose that had never seen any bone-crunching action. His blue eyes pierced with their cold clarity.
Underneath his sleek, silk Armani suits was a body no one in the office had ever seen firsthand, but everyone could tell he spent many hours in the gym working on his physique, building up his pectorals and biceps to the point that he needed custom-tailored suits to hold him all in. He didn’t have the typical office worker body. Or the salary, if his suits and the Lamborghini parked in the closest parking space to the elevator in the parking garage was any indication.
Normally, signs of wealth and vigorous health didn’t piss her off—it was his attitude toward her that had made her dread going in to the office day after day. From the moment she’d been hired, she’d sensed an animosity from him. He’d never made it apparent in front of any of her co-workers, and when she’d said something to some of the women she worked with, they’d laughed at her and thought she was crazy. Everyone that worked under Mr. Jack Knightley adored him for the healthy bonuses he doled out to his loyal workers. Research on the internet indicated that he’d never had one scandal so much as ruffle one hair on his pretty head.
So why did she have the feeling that every time she entered the room, his eyes bore holes through her. Monica didn’t dare say anything about her suspicions to anyone else. They were all too loyal to count on not stabbing her in the back. In this day and age when it was so tough to find a good job, she didn’t want to risk causing an uproar for no reason only to see herself out on the street with a degree and nowhere to use it.
And so it was that she’d begun to hatch a plan to blackmail him out of her life. If he was stupid enough to make a move on her, he’d rue the day personnel ever hired her into his office.
She’d begun her campaign by shortening the skirts she wore in to work. The black stockings with the red seam up the back directing the eye to look straight up to her goodies had left nary a man unmoved. Monica knew her ass looked good. It was round and juicy, and her boyfriends had always had a thing for smacking and grabbing it. If she thought anything would work on Mr. Knightley, it was showing off her ample backside.
All the short skirts got her, however, were extra duties she thought the office manager was supposed to take care of. She found herself with the tedious extra task of inventorying the office supply closet nightly.
She hadn’t been deterred.
When the “show-off-her-ass” tactic didn’t work, she started wearing her clingy, silk blouses cut low over her breasts. Instead of saving her good bras for a night out on the town, she started wearing the heavy padded, lacy and see-through undergarments to work. Liking the way her dark breasts practically burst out of her shirt and begged for a good petting, she was rewarded for showing off with a new advertising account which had cut her outside social life down to nothing. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten out of work and the sun was still shining.
The other women in the office had begun to hate her, and she got the sense that they thought she was wearing sexier clothing to work her way up the ranks.
Hell, maybe she was, even though she didn’t feel like it. Those bitches, she just ignored. She wasn’t here to make any friends. She had enough of those on the outside world. If she ever got to see them again.
Monica should have been gratified that working her assets had garnered her special attention after all, but she wasn’t. What did it take to get that jerk slapped with a sexual harassment suit and out of her life?
She’d begun to think that the looks he’d given her and the attitude she’d sensed simmering beneath the surface had just been a figment of her imagination the entire time. She’d gotten to the point where continuing to fight and try to antagonize him seemed to be not only a waste of time, but a detriment to her career in this office. She might actually switch to a new office, if only to get some peace from all the drama she’d managed to conjure up. And ignore the fact that she’d been stupid to try anything.
Monica drummed her fingers on the desk, spacing out her laptop, staring over the screen past her neighbor’s desk and through the glass door. Beyond that glass door, Mr. Knightley was pulling an all-nighter for one of their major accounts that he hadn’t trusted anyone in the office to take care of with the same care that he could. Control freak. Then again, it was that attitude which had probably propelled him to the top.
She sighed. She saved her work, and was about to log off her account when the door opened. Mr. Knightley opened his door and stepped out, wearing a dark grey Armani. He stretched as if he’d been sitting in the same position for hours. He stopped when he saw her watching him. His hard gaze raked over her. She practically felt him pausing on her tits.
“Burning the midnight hour?” he asked, walking towards her. He stopped at the desk across from hers and leaned his hip against it, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
She hated that she even noticed how broad his chest was. Briefly, she wondered if this was the opportunity she’d been looking for. “About to log off, as a matter of fact,” she said, thinking hard about turning the camera option on on her laptop to capture the evidence should any arise.
She tightened her arms together, enhancing her cleavage. He noticed, if the raised eyebrow was any indication. Monica smiled, feeling that things were finally slipping into place after her unending patience. She clicked her mouse and turned the camera on, then stood from her office chair.
She allowed a smile to part her full lips. She licked the bottom one briefly, giving him her flirtiest look. “Why are you really here? I noticed you and I are the only ones in the office tonight. That’s never happened before.”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, half smirk. “I’m not so stupid as to leave myself vulnerable to a sexual harassment lawsuit, however tempting the person might be. I have a lot to lose.”
If he’d slapped her, he couldn’t have shocked her more. She straightened, undeterred. “You still didn’t answer my question.”
His voice dropped low. “I think you know why I’m in here. You’ve been wearing those short skirts and tight shirts for a month now. I thought you’d catch the hint to quit with the extra work, but you’re a hard-headed little thing, aren’t you.”
Monica moved around her desk. “Mama didn’t raise me
to give up so easily.”
She noticed a nearly imperceptible tightening of his biceps across his chest, as if he was holding himself back from her. She had him right where she wanted him and they both knew it. “You got a girlfriend?”
“Not anymore. We broke up about a month ago, when you started sashaying that fine black ass of yours through my office. How about you come over here and bend over this desk and let me spank it.”
The moment the words came out of his mouth and hit her ears, she felt her belly quiver with butterflies of anticipation. As much as she hated to admit it, as much as she disliked him, deep down inside, she’d wanted to have a piece of him since the moment she’d laid eyes on him. She walked closer, licking her full lips, then obediently bent-over her co-worker’s desk.
Jack straightened from his comfortable lean and grabbed her skirt with aggression, hiking it up over her juicy ass to her waist. She gasped and flinched when his hand came across her backside with a resounding smack. “That’s for letting the other men in the office look at your legs.” He smacked the other cheek. “That’s for wearing those black stockings with the red stripe up the back.” He spanked her again. “And that’s for showing off your tits and not letting me suck them.”
“Oh,” she cried, her ass tingling with the imprint of his hand.
She bit her lip when he fingered her thong, then smoothed a hand over the spots he’d spanked. She felt him dip down to a crouch, and her knees went weak when she felt his mouth against her ass, licking and kissing her bare skin. She moaned when he ripped her thong down her ass and off her legs, then forced her to spread her legs wide for him.
“Mmmm. You wax?” he murmured.
“Y…yes,” she whispered.
His nose, nudged the opening of her pussy, his lips the tender flesh of her clit. The thrill of the forbidden contact raced through her veins. And when he sucked the throbbing nub into his mouth, she creamed herself. He groaned his approval, then grabbed her ass with his hands and spread her for his mouth so he could eat her. She gripped the edge of the desk with her manicured nails, forgetting about breaking them when he lapped at her slit with his hot, wet tongue.
“Oh my fucking god,” she screamed when he shoved his tongue inside her channel, slurping at her juices like he hadn’t had a meal in days.
He pulled out, making her moan. “You taste good, baby girl,” he mumbled into her ass, licking her puckered asshole and driving her insane. She’d never had a man dare to lick and kiss her everywhere, even though she’d always wanted one to give her the royal treatment.
“Don’t you fucking stop, you bastard,” she said on a groan, feeling her knees wobble when he returned to licking and sucking her clit. His fingers slid in and out of her two holes at the same damn time. She felt herself closing in on an orgasm, but she couldn’t quite reach it. The stretching and thrusting was only a tease. She wanted to feel the real thing inside her.
She pushed him back, turning around, but he was back on her in an instant. He nibbled her bare pussy lips. Looking down at his dark hair between her legs, his white hands on her black thighs made her even wetter. He suckled her clit, making it throb and engorge almost to the point of pain. She could feel his five-o-clock shadow scraping the insides of her thighs, heightening her sensitivity.
“I want your dick inside me. Now,” she demanded, feeling greedy
He stood up with a grin, looking sexy as hell with his black hair ruffled around his tanned face. He swiped his arm across his face, then knocked the papers off the desk onto the floor before pushing her onto it. Her ass made a slapping sound as it struck the wooden desk. He grabbed a handful of ass as she unzipped his zipper and his mammoth cock heavily fell into her hand. She could barely get her hand around it, and the thought of him burying it inside her made her heart quicken its pace and her lower belly tremble.
Jack leaned her back until she was solely reliant upon him for support. He kissed her neck, sucking the sensitive space beneath her ear before nipping the lobe. He nibbled along her jaw line, his teeth grazing her full bottom lip before he turned his attention to the other side. He ground his bare cock against her mound, driving her crazy to feel him inside her, but he made no move to delve further.
He sank down her chest, placing soft, feathery kisses across her bosom until he reached the edge of her blouse. He released her backside to rip her shirt open. Tiny buttons tinkled across the floor as they fell, and her breasts looked like an offering for him. He nudged one tit out of her bra and grazed the dark nipple with his teeth before sucking the ample breast into his mouth.
She dug her nails into his shoulders, nearly crying at the intensity, and then he moved to her other breast and teased it just as mercilessly as the other. “I wish you’d fuck my brains out and stop driving me crazy,” she ground out, digging a hand into his soft hair and pulling it with ferocity.
He bit her nipple, then sucked it hard, nudging her pussy with his cock. The mushroomed head pushed against her opening, feeling tight. She leaned back, propping up on her arms as he pulled her to the edge of the desk and left her ass hanging off. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him into her with all her might.
When she dared to open her eyes, she looked up to see his blue eyes dark, slumberous, as if it took all he could do not to fuck her like a mindless beast. But that’s what she wanted, after all.
“Fuck me,” she murmured, and the final invitation was enough to send him over the edge.
He pushed that thick length deep inside her, stretching her more than she’d ever been stretched before. No gentleness, no slow entry. She liked that animalistic side of him. She’d never imagined the proper businessman would be an animal in the sack.
“Mmmmm. You’re big,” she said on a groan, grinding her pussy against him.
She didn’t think it was possible to take anymore, and still, he drove home until he bumped the edge of her cervix.
Her pussy ached and clenched around him. She was so wet she could feel it running down to her asshole.
His throaty, satisfied groan as he settled in her depths made her cunt cream and quiver around his thick dick. He buried his face against her throat. His arms bulged as he grabbed her ass and ground her up against him.
Setting a rhythm, he moved in and out of her pussy channel like a well-oiled piston. The mushroomed head bumped and slid with agonizing clarity. She could feel every vein like a rivet on a machine.
Monica felt her pulse settle between her legs, building, robbing her of breath and sense, until she was nothing but a mindless bitch, rutting with the boss in the office. Nothing mattered but coming with him, feeling his thick dick grind in her, his pubic bone rub her engorged clit.
He quickened his pace, driving her, making her ass smack against the desk, his balls slap against her asshole with a wet sound that resounded in her ears. He sucked hard against her neck, leaving a love bite even as he drove her over the edge of sanity into mindless bliss.
She felt the orgasm begin inside her, traveling through her clit, her veins, making her quiver and tremble beneath him until she was screaming and clawing at his back with one hand, trying to hang onto the earth before she shattered in a million pieces. Her tightening, spasming cunt drove him to his own climax, and his moans of ecstasy mingled with hers until they were both drenched in sweat and sex and breathing heavily as if they’d run a race.
When the pleasure simmered down into gentle waves, and her heartbeat returned almost to normal, Jack pulled back from her and looked her in the eyes. He kissed her long and deep, nibbling her full lips like savoring chocolate.
“I thought you hated me,” she said, giving him a suspicious look, when he finally broke off the kiss.
“Maybe I did, because I didn’t think anything would ever happen between us.”
She smacked him playfully on the cheek. “And you gave me all that extra work to do, you dickhead.”
He chuckled, cuddling her close to nip her chin. “My punishme
nt for you torturing me with those outfits.”
She laughed. “You deserved it for those evil looks you been giving me the whole time I worked here.”
“It’s not that often that I want someone at first sight. I had to maintain my position.”
“Hmm. You did a helluva job doin’ that,” she said, grinning.
“So…what are you going to do about that video we just made on your computer?” he asked, arching a dark brow.
She couldn’t help the shocked look she knew crossed over her face. “What the…how did you know?”
Jack brushed his hand over her chest, rubbing her nipples through her bra and making them harden. “It’s not my first rodeo, baby girl. I didn’t get this far by being stupid. I knew what you were doing when you left it open and sauntered your fine ass over here.”
She grinned mischievously, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck to pull him down to her. Her voice a whisper, she said, “How ‘bout we watch it and see how we did….”
Here’s an unedited sneak peek at JUNGLE FEVER, coming soon from Celeste Anwar:
Chapter One
The trio of great cats had watched and followed the outsider amongst the soldiers all week. The woman didn’t belong there, and it hadn’t taken them long to figure out the company had brought her in to capture the loose cats on the island. Obviously, they hadn’t apprised her of the full situation, or she wouldn’t have been attempting to catch her quarry by traditional means.
Armando Santiago paced the clearing. He and his cousin, Rafael Santiago, and their friend, Remy Guillaume, had escaped the facility together, working in unison to free as many of the shape-shifting cats as they could along the way. The distraction of so many escaping had worked to their advantage, but they’d all been trapped on the island together, and the facility had increased their manpower to the extent that none of the shifters had any hope of escaping their island prison. At least, not yet.
They had no intention of allowing themselves to be caught again so easily—especially not by a woman such as this—no matter how beautiful and enticing she might be. Armando shielded his thoughts from the others as he’d watched her and grown increasingly attracted to her sure and swift movements, her command over the men under her care, not to mention the lure of her fit and agile body and thick, curly hair. Her scent had drawn them all to her, for it had been a long time since any of them had seen a woman. The seasons seemed to blend into one in the jungle—a hot, balmy one that eluded their abilities to distinguish the passing of time.
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