by Opal Carew
“Yes, sir,” Mary Ann said.
They stood there, frozen against the door, their two bodies joined as long seconds ticked by.
Then Mr. Blair’s hand shifted and she heard the lock turn on the door.
He pulled her skirt higher.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
He cupped her behind and she did as he said. He turned and carried her like that to the credenza against the wall. He swept the surface clear, sending things flying to the carpet, then he sat her on the cold surface. The wall was hard against her back as she leaned against it, but all she cared about was the feel of his thick cock inside her.
He drew back and thrust forward, driving deep into her. Every nerve endings tingled with delight. She clung to his shoulders.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long,” he murmured, then drove into her again.
She moaned, arching against him, wanting him deeper still.
He leaned in close and nuzzled her neck. “Do you like me fucking you, Kali?”
“Yes, Mr. Blair.”
As soon as she said the words she felt foolish. Calling him Mr. Blair while she was sitting on his credenza, legs wide, his cock deep inside her. But he groaned and thrust deeper.
Pleasure swelled through her, rippling along her nerve endings. Sending her higher and higher with each thrust of his shaft inside her.
“Oh, God,” she almost squealed as he kept pumping into her. “I…I… Ohhhh!” She held tight as an orgasm blasted through her, carrying her on a wave of rising bliss.
“Fuck!” He drove deep, ramming her against the wall then his cock erupted inside her, filling her with his hot seed.
She moaned in ecstasy, holding him close to her.
He collapsed against her, the two of them panting for breath.
Finally, he drew back. She wanted him to kiss her. Show her this had been as special for him as it had been for her.
But he didn’t. And his granite eyes gave nothing away.
His cock slid from her depths and she felt empty.
He set her on her feet and stepped back.
“You can go in my private washroom to clean up,” he said, then zipped himself up and walked toward his desk.
She pulled down her skirt and hurried to the door off the side of his office that led to his private executive washroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was mussed and her clothes disheveled.
She had just lived out her dream of having sex with Mr. Blair in the office, and it had been wild and sexy, but now she felt…dismissed.
* * *
Once she’d cleaned up and pulled herself together, she opened the door and walked back into his office. He was busy working at his computer, so she headed to the door, hoping maybe she could escape before he noticed her. But as she reached for the door handle, he glanced up.
“Don’t you think we should talk about what happened?” he asked.
She pursed her lips. “It was just a mistake.”
He stood up and walked toward her. Her cheeks heated as he approached. When he stood facing her, so close she could feel his breath, she remembered how only moments ago he’d been pressed against her, her back to this very door, with his cock buried deep inside her.
His finger traced a line down her cheek.
“How can it be a mistake when we both wanted it so much?”
She sucked in a deep breath. She had wanted it. And even though he had already taken her to the heights of ecstasy, she wanted to do it all over again.
He gestured to the round table by the window. “Sit down. We need to discuss this.”
She walked to one of the chairs and sat down. He sat beside her.
“We can’t ignore this. No matter what, what we’ve done has changed our relationship.”
She looked at him worriedly. “I want to keep being your secretary. I’ll do whatever you want to make it work.”
“Whatever?” he said with a grin.
Her eyes widened and he chuckled.
“You look like you think I’ll suggest something untoward… like having sex with me.”
The irony of the situation struck her and she laughed nervously.
“I want you to keep working for me, too. I’ve been attracted to you for a long time, but I put it aside. Now that we’ve acted on it, however, we can’t just go back to the way it was.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“Well, I guess I am suggesting you have sex with me.” He leaned toward her. “Look, Kali. We’re obviously both wildy attracted to each other. And the sex between us is amazing. Why don’t we just acknowledge that we want each other and continue enjoying a sexual relationship?”
Her jaw dropped. Could it really be this easy? She could keep having sex with her amazingly attractive boss, and it wouldn’t adversely affect her job? It seemed like a dream come true.
“You mean we’ll start seeing each other?”
“No. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m talking strictly in the office. A stress release for both of us whenever we need it and it doesn’t interfere with work.” He sat back in his chair. “We both need to agree it’s just about sex. I’m your boss, you’re my employee, and we indulge in a little extra curricular sex that is totally based on your consent. If at any time you want to discontinue the relationship, you just have to tell me. You aren’t to feel pressured at all. I value you as my secretary and I don't want this new relationship to affect that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “So what do you say?”
“I… uh… yeah.”
She wouldn’t turn down his offer. She’d longed for the opportunity to be with him and now that she had, she did not want to give it up. But she wished it wasn’t so coldly business-like. As if he were adding another duty to her job description.
She liked to think that maybe… In her fondest dreams, it hadn’t just been about sex. She had always fantasized that maybe he would fall in love with her.
“You don’t sound very enthusiastic.”
“No, I… It’s just weird. Sitting in your office, talking calmly about how we’re going to start having sex regularly as a common part of the day.”
He smiled and rested his hand on hers. “I don’t think of it as a common part of the day. In fact,”—he squeezed her hand—“it’s the part I’ll look forward to with great anticipation.”
* * *
Kali returned to her desk feeling a little shaky. It was so odd having just hammered out details with her boss about how and when they’d have sex together. At any time, he could call her into the office and command her to have sex with him, because they both got so totally turned on by the idea of him controlling her, but she could turn him down any time she wanted.
Which she knew would never happen because just the thought of his authoritative manner directed at her… even thinking about it now… made her wet.
* * *
Kali took a bite of her muffin as she watched Serena’s eyes light up.
“Seriously? You had sex with him right in the office?” Serena clapped her hands.
Kali shushed her friend. They were sitting in a coffee shop a block from the office and it would be a disaster if someone from work heard. Not that she really wanted the coffee crowd to hear either.
“Yes.”
“Against the door?”
“Yes.” Kali was beginning to regret telling Serena about it. But she did want her advice. “I’m just not quite sure how to handle it.”
“What do you mean? You just follow his lead and let him take control. That is what turns you on, right?”
Kali stared at her half-eaten muffin and broke off a piece. “It is pretty exciting.”
“So no problem.”
“But he doesn’t want any more than that. The sex I mean.”
“Good. That keeps it simple.”
Kali frowned. “But what if I want more?”
Serena raised her eyebrows. “Do you want more?”
“I think I mig
ht.”
Serena sighed and rested her hand on Kali’s. “Then I think you have a problem.”
* * *
The next day at work, Kali couldn’t help her nervousness. She kept telling herself there was nothing to worry about. Her job hadn’t changed. She still did the same things. But she knew that at any time, he might call her into his office and…
She blinked and realized she’d been staring at her computer screen. Mr. Blair’s email wasn’t going to read itself. So she focused and went through the items, handling what she could, adding appointments to his calendar, and flagging urgent emails he had to pay attention to.
Mr. Blair’s office door opened. It had been closed since she got in this morning, so she hadn’t seen him all morning.
“Kali, come into my office please.”
She glanced at his handsome face, his dark hair swept back from his forehead, his full lips so inviting. She stood and followed him into the office, her stomach fluttering. Was he calling her in here for business…or for pleasure?
“Yes, Mr. Blair.”
He sat down behind his desk, so she perched on the chair facing him, anxiety coiling through her. Was he going to demand sex now? Command her to come and kneel before him, then reach inside his pants and—
“I need you to set up a meeting of the executive for Friday morning,” he said.
She started jotting down notes in her notepad, glad of the distraction from her thoughts.
“Just book it in the boardroom and…”
When he stopped talking, she lifted her gaze from the pad.
“Is there something wrong?” she asked.
“I was about to ask you the same thing. You’re pale as a ghost.”
“I’m fine.” But her shaky voice didn’t sound very convincing, even to herself.
He frowned. “It’s about our arrangement, isn’t it?”
She dropped her gaze to the pad.
He stood up and came around the desk, then leaned back against it.
“Kali, I don’t want things to be weird between us and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I hope I was clear that nothing happens without your consent. That means if you’re not ready, or just don’t feel like it, nothing happens. Okay?”
“Yes, I understand that. But I just…I don’t know how it will happen or when. It makes me a bit nervous.”
He smiled. “It’ll happen whenever or however you want it to.”
“Or you want it to.”
His eyes narrowed. “I’m hearing that you expect me to totally take control.”
“Well, I wouldn’t…you know…initiate something. I might pick the wrong time or interfere with your work.”
He laughed. “Yes, I see your dilemma, but it’s not like I would be likely to turn you down.” He pushed himself from the desk and walked behind her chair. “But if you want me to take control, I will.”
She almost jumped when she felt his hands settle on her shoulders. Her heart pumped faster and her breathing became shallow. One hand glided under her hair, then his fingers wrapped around it. He stroked gently, but then suddenly coiled it around his hand and drew her head back with a firm pressure until she was staring up at him.
“Maybe I’ll take control right now.”
Her heartbeat accelerated.
“Go and close the door,” he commanded. “Then lock it.”
He released her hair and she scurried to the door. Once it was closed and locked, she turned around slowly. He stood in the middle of the office, tall and sexy, his smoldering gaze locked on her.
“Come here, Kali.”
She walked to him. He stroked her hair from her face, then his gaze glided down her body, lingering on her breasts.
“Take off you blouse.”
She shivered as she unfastened the top button. Then the next. The black silk parted, revealing her red and black lace bra. It was the sexiest one she owned. She’d worn it knowing she might be exposing it to him sometime today. Although she’d planned for this, and longed for it, she didn’t know if she was ready for this new arrangement between them.
She unfastened the last button, then drew the garment from her shoulders. He watched her intently, making her even more nervous.
He stepped back and leaned against his desk, then unzipped his pants.
“Sit down on the chair in front of me.”
She sat down, her gaze on the bulge visible inside his pants.
“Stroke it,” he commanded.
She slid her fingertips into the opening of his pants and stroked inside. He was stiff and thick.
He unfastened the button and reached into his briefs and pulled out his swollen cock. It was thick and red, the veins pulsing along the sides.
“Suck my cock, Kali. Take it as deep as you can.”
Quivering inside, she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his hot flesh, then pressed his cockhead to her lips. Then she opened…wide…taking him inside slowly. She glided down his shaft. Then she slid back… and forward again. His fingers stroked through her hair, then he wrapped it around his hand and held it tight. He pulled her head back, then pushed her toward him. She resisted the gagging sensation and took him deep.
“That’s right, Kali. I want you to take all of it.”
He pulled her back, then pushed forward again, this time all the way, until her face was tight against him. Then he pulled her back again.
“That’s right. Fuck my cock with your mouth.”
He released her hair and she kept the pace he’d started, gliding forward and back. She slipped her hand under his balls and cradled them in her palm, then caressed. He rewarded her with a groan.
He was so hard and long. His big shaft filled her. Deep. His thickness gliding between her lips.
She sucked, stroking his balls gently.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”
His hand cupped her head and pulled her deep. She squeezed him, sucking hard, wanting to give him pleasure. Then he groaned and hot liquid gushed down her throat.
She caressed his balls as she swallowed.
“Ohhh,” he moaned.
When he was done, she drew back. His spent cock fell from her mouth.
Was that all he wanted? Would he send her back to her desk now?
“Stand up,” he commanded hoarsely.
She stood in front of him and his gaze fell to her breasts.
“Take off the bra.”
She unfastened it, then slid it from her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples puckered instantly under his appreciative gaze. He cupped her breasts, stroking lightly. Tingles of delight danced through her. His thumbs teased her nipples and she stifled a groan.
He dipped his head and she felt his moist mouth surround her sensitive bud. His tongue teased her nipple and she drew in a deep breath as her whole body quivered with need.
He took the other nipple in his mouth and she thought she’d die from the exquisite pleasure.
“Go lean against my desk,” he ordered.
She obeyed, leaning back against the hard wood. He sat in the chair, watching her.
“Stroke your breasts.”
She cupped her mounds, then caressed. She tweaked one of her nipples, heat rushing through her as he watched.
“Now your pussy. I want to watch you stroke it.”
She pulled up her skirt, bunching it at her waist, then she dipped her hand under her panties. He practically drooled as she stroked herself under the thin fabric. Her folds were slick from need.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels good.”
“Are you turned on?”
“Yes, sir. I’m wet with need.”
“Let me feel,” he said eagerly.
She stepped forward. He slid his fingers under her panties and stroked over her slick flesh. Then his thick fingers glided insider her, making her groan.
“You like me touching you like this?”
“Yes, Mr. Blair.” It was almost a whi
mper.
He glided his fingers in and out, driving her need higher.
“Do you like me fucking you with my fingers?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to fuck you with my cock now?”
“God, yes.”
He chuckled. She watched as he stood up.
“Take off that skirt. And the panties.”
She shed them as she watched his hand wrap around his cock. He stepped close, then cupped her head. His lips found hers and their mouths ground together. His tongue pulsed into her, deep and hard. She murmured her approval.
Then she felt his hard flesh against her slick opening. His body jerked forward, impaling her with his cock.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned.
He ground his hips against her, his erection deep inside her. His arm came around her and his hand flattened against the small of her back, holding her tight to him.
“Tell me what you want now, Kali.”
“I want you to fuck me, Mr. Blair.”
He laughed, then drew back and drove deep again. His thick shaft glided along her sensitive canal, sending quivering pleasure radiating through her. He lifted one of her legs, opening her to him, then thrust forward. She moaned.
“You feel so hot and wet around my cock.” He nuzzled her neck. “I could stay cradled inside you all day long.”
Then his mouth covered her nipple and he suckled. Her fingers curled around his head, pulling him closer.
His mouth drew away and he gazed at her. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard and fast.”
He drew back, then drove deep into her. His thick, hard cock was so tight inside her she could feel it pulsing. He thrust into her again and again. Her heart raced as pleasure swelled inside her core, spreading throughout her body.
His cock rammed into her, driving her pleasure higher. She squeezed him inside and he moaned.
“Fuck yeah.” He rode her faster and faster.
“Oh… yeah…” she whimpered.
He pumped harder. She arched against him.
Then she felt it. Building inside her. Intense. Electrifying. Swamping her senses.
The orgasm rippled through her. She was pummeled by the myriad of delightful sensations. Her whole world shattering around her.
“Tell me you’re coming,” he demanded.
