Maelstrőm

by Michelle Love

  Her eyes were a beautiful almond color and her lashes were long and thick. They had to have been lengthened with an expensive mascara, Angela thought, because no one had lashes that long and thick, naturally. Nonetheless, her eyes were very pretty and alluring, and even though Angela did not consider herself to be attracted to other women, she couldn’t deny that Mallory was definitely a stunning-looking young woman.

  “Nice to meet you,” Angela replied, grasping Mallory’s hand and shaking it firmly. Mallory’s skin was as soft and smooth as it looked. Her hands felt as if Mallory slept in mittens filled with lotion, they were so smooth. “You have really smooth hands.”

  “Thanks, I use a paraffin wax on them twice a day,” Mallory replied, her wide smile never leaving her face. “It’s a pain in the ass, but it works wonders on your skin.”

  “I see,” Angela commented, looking at Mallory’s perfect-looking plump lips. Mallory had them covered in a shiny, glistening pink gloss that matched her silky pink blouse. Her blouse was tasteful, yet still sensual-looking. It hugged her firm, pert breasts and her cream-colored pencil skirt accentuated her slender hips and her round little ass. For just a split second, Angela felt a slight twinge of jealousy. She wondered if perhaps Anderson had hired this new young, vivacious vixen because he was growing tired of her. Maybe he was planning to…

  “Good morning, ladies,” Anderson’s voice broke Angela out of her thoughts. “Angela, I see you’ve met Mallory, and Mallory, you’ve met Angela.”

  Mallory nodded toward Anderson and smiled. Angela turned around, surprised at the hearing sound of Anderson’s voice.

  “Morning, boss,” Mallory replied.

  “Oh, good morning, Anderson. I didn’t know you were here,” Angela stated. She felt her heart rate start to speed up from nervousness. She felt as if she had somehow been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

  “Mallory, I have some training videos you’ll need to watch. You can watch them in the conference room,” said Anderson.

  “Angela, you and I have a lunch meeting at our usual spot, today” he said, sternly, looking her directly in the eye.

  Angela felt a twitch between her legs when she thought of Mallory in that same conference room where she and Anderson had had so many hot, erotic exploits. And the bossiness in his voice automatically turned her on. He treated her like a regular assistant in front of the other co-workers, but whenever they were alone, he was a completely different person.

  “Yes, sir,” Angela answered. She waved and headed to her desk.

  She turned back to see Anderson leading Mallory out into the hallway and down toward the conference room. And for just a moment, she felt that slight little twinge of jealousy, again. She frowned when Anderson and Mallory disappeared down the hallway and then turned her attention back to her desk.

  Am I really jealous? She thought to herself. What the hell is wrong with me?

  She shook her head again, attempting to shake the jealous feeling out of her mind.

  Angela couldn’t wait for lunch time to come around. She wanted to have some time to be alone with Anderson and possibly ask why he had hired Mallory and why he hadn’t said anything about to her. She knew he didn’t really owe her any explanation, as they were not exactly a “couple” yet. But, for some reason, that fact didn’t stop her feelings from getting involved.

  She looked at her phone to see if Anderson had sent her a text or a naughty photo, but there was nothing there. She did see a text message from Mark, though.

  When did he send that? I didn’t see it this morning when I left the house, Angela thought to herself. She swiped her finger across the screen and then tapped the “new message” icon to see what Mark had texted to her. It read:

  Hi Ang. Do you have any lunch plans? I was hoping we could talk today.

  “Talk about what?” Angela wondered, out loud. There was no way she was about to break her lunch date with Anderson just to meet with Mark. She quickly texted him a message back:

  I can’t today. But maybe tomorrow?

  She pressed “send” and waited to see if Mark would text back. She waited and waited and nothing. Eventually she just went back to completing her work and wishing that the morning would hurry by so it could be lunchtime.

  **

  When her cell phone alarm went off at exactly 12:00 pm, Angela was ecstatic. She shut down her computer in a hurry and headed out to the front lot. Anderson’s “lunch meeting” at their “usual spot” meant that he’d have a limo come and meet her in back of the building and they would feed one another exotic fruits and creams in the back of the limo while driving around town. Anderson would always add something sexual to the meal, whether it was licking strawberry-flavored whip cream off of his massive cock or him sucking cherry sauce off of her nipples and clit. She wondered what he had in store for them this time around. He was always chock full of erotic surprises.

  For a moment, Angela started to wonder if she was possibly mistaking her feelings of excitement and arousal for infatuation and her overwhelming passion and lust for feelings of love. Again, she shook the thought away and focused only on the stimulating lunch task at hand.

  She rushed to the elevator and pressed the button over and over again, trying to make the elevator arrive sooner.

  “Come on, come on!” she said out loud, to no one in particular. There were a few people in the hallways, likely headed out on their own lunch breaks. She wondered if any of them did the same kinky types of activities that she and Anderson often enjoyed on their lunch dates.

  It felt as if the elevator was taking forever! Though, she knew she was really in no big hurry. Anderson was her boss, so however late he kept her past the allotted “one hour” lunch break was completely fine with him. There had been a time or two that they had never even made it back to the office after their “lunch date.” It all depended on Anderson’s schedule and work load for the day.

  Finally the elevator “dinged” and the doors opened. There were about three or four other people on the elevator when Angela got on. All of them seemed to be headed to the ground floor. She noticed that she hadn’t seen the pretty, new Mallory receptionist around since she’d first arrived that morning. She wondered where little Miss Model Mallory had disappeared off to. Perhaps she had spent the better half of the morning watching training videos in the conference room—the one that Angela and Anderson had “christened” in more ways than one, more times than a few.

  Angela couldn’t even hear the babble and chatter of the other employees on the elevator. All she could think about was her lunch date with Anderson. And then suddenly, her cell phone buzzed. She looked down to see that Mark had sent her a reply to her text message from earlier that morning. She swiped her finger over the touch screen to see what his response had been.

  Tomorrow sounds good. What time is your lunch break?

  Angela thought for a moment. Should she take the chance and go meet him for lunch? What would Anderson think if he or one of his subordinates just happened to see her out in public with Mark during the work day? She paused for a moment, unsure of what to text back to Mark.

  Just then, the elevator “dinged” again and the doors opened up to the lobby level of the office building. Angela steppe d out of the elevator and headed outside.

  There was a long black stretch limousine sitting just outside of the building and Angela knew it was her lunch ride. Just seeing the vehicle’s darkly-tinted windows and knowing that Anderson was inside of it, waiting for her with some type of kinky lunchtime surprise antics made her instantly moist between her thighs. It still amazed her sometimes, the effect that Anderson had on her.

  She had dated Mark for two years, back when they had been together, and he had never excited her in the sexual ways that Anderson could, so easily. Not that Mark was bad in bed or anything. He was a passionate and attentive lover, and he always had been. But, he was nowhere near as adventurous, aggressive, creative or dominative when it came to sex, not like Anderson wa
s.

  Angela could never imagine herself becoming bored or disinterested when it came to sex with Anderson. But, a part of her had to admit, great sex alone does not equal a great relationship. With Mark, Angela would pretty much be guaranteed the long-term, fully-committed relationship she longed for. The security of knowing she would have someone there for her whenever she needed them. She longed to have that with Anderson, but it she wasn’t quite sure, yet, if that was what he wanted with her, as well.

  Talking to Mark was easy. She could talk to him about pretty much anything, and he would listen and would always take her feelings into consideration. With Anderson, she still felt somewhat intimidated and afraid to talk to him about serious relationship-centered topics. She knew what she wanted with him, but was afraid to bring the subject up, and up until now, he had not yet mentioned anything along those lines, himself.

  But, right now was not the time for thinking about such things; right now was time to put her mind into “pleasure mode” and enjoy the wild, sensuous lunch time thrill she was soon to be experiencing with her handsome, sexually-arousing billionaire lover. She put a flirtatious smile on her face and walked outside to her waiting ride.

  The chauffeur was waiting for her at the rear door of the stretch limo. She walked over to the door and flashed him a pleasant smile.

  “Your ride, ma’am,” he stated, tipping his hat to her and opening the rear passenger side door of the limo.

  “Thank you,” Angela replied, and then climbed inside the limo as he closed the door behind her.

  Anderson was inside the limousine and he had quite a lunch spread prepared for the two of them in the back of the elaborate limousine.

  “Hello Darling,” he said in his smooth, melodic sensual voice. “I hope you’re hungry. I know I sure I am.” He licked his lips in a sexual way that made Angela instantly moist between her legs.

  Angela flashed him a sexy smile and batted her eyes at him. It still never ceased to amaze her, the way he always made her feel like a gushing young girl every time she was in his presence.

  “Hello Mr. Cromby,” she crooned, already feeling the ache in her core.

  Her body always reacted in an arousing way whenever she was with him. He had a certain power over her—as sexual power—that she could never deny, even if she wanted to. She slid into the seat beside him, greeting him with a firm kiss on the lips.

  “Mmm, tastes like the appetizer already,” Anderson stated, winking at her, flirtatiously. Angela swooned like a blushing schoolgirl.

  She looked over at the delicious-looking spread of exotic fruits and creams that Anderson had so carefully laid out for their erotic lunch break. There was a bowl of ripe strawberries and several flavors of whipped cream. There was also a plate of fruits that Angela couldn’t name right off the bat, but they looked incredibly enticing and tasty. There was also a bottle of expensive-looking champagne with two wine glasses sitting directly in front of it.

  “Oh wow!” Angela’s eyes lit up at the sight the mini-buffet. “This looks amazing, Anderson!” She still wondered how he never ceased to amaze her with his creativity and idealism.

  Anderson allowed a small, smug grin to spread across his perfect lips. He thoroughly enjoyed the way Angela reacted to his innovative seduction techniques. He raised his freshly-groomed eyebrows at her.

  Just then, the limousine pulled off onto the street and begin to head south.

  I know we don’t have a lot of room in here, but I want you to put this on,” Anderson requested, handing her a red box that was in the shape of a heart. It had a drawn-on bow on the top of it. Angela opened the box and her eyes widened in delight when she saw a red-colored edible nightie inside of it.

  “Oh my Gosh!” Angela said, giggling, in spite of herself. “I think this may turn out to be one of our best lunch dates yet!”

  Anderson proceeded to pour the two of them some champagne in the wine glasses as Angela hurriedly removed the dress she had worn to work so she could slip on the edible nightie. She had already stopped wearing underwear to work the day she had started working her new job at Anderson’s office building. And, since her breasts were firm and perky, she often went braless as well. Today had been the perfect day to leave the panties and bra at home, and she was very glad she had. She tore off her dress and slid daintily into the edible red nightie.

  There was also a pair of edible candy-panties underneath the nightie, so she slid those on, as well. Anderson had already seen her naked on numerous occasions, of course, but he turned away to prepare their champagne and fruit plates while she changed. He wanted to wait to see her completely dressed up in the sexy edible outfit before he turned back around to officially start their “lunch break.”

  “No peeking!” Angela said, with a giggle, as she slid the edible candy-panties up around her slender hips.

  “I’m not peeking,” Anderson assured her. He was already imagining how delicious she would look in the edible gear he had gotten her, and he was also thinking about how delicious she would taste, as well.

  “OK, you can look now,” Angela told him.

  Anderson turned around to see her posing seductively in her sexy little lingerie attire. His eyes widened with delight at the sight of her. The stringy lingerie hugged her figure with pure perfection. It accented each and every curve of her body from her pert, large breasts to her thin, feminine hips, and when she turned her body to the side, the candy-panties aligned her firm, round, ass with precision.

  “You, my dear, look more mouth-watering and appetizing than any of these exotic fruits and creams ever could,” Anderson crooned.

  His voice was oh so soft, sensuous and tantalizing. He was leaning in so close to her ear that she could feel his warm breath right against the upper part of her neck. It sent a wave of shudders through her entire body. His voice was so deep and gruff that every time he would whisper in her ear, she would feel another twinge between her thighs. He really knew exactly how to turn her on.

  Anderson was wearing dark-colored button-down silk shirt and a pair of expensive black slacks. To Angela, he always looked very elegant and sexy, no matter what he wore on any given day. His silk shirts always hugged the muscles of his arms and chest, outlining the flawless definition of his perfectly-chiseled figure through the thin fabric. As he sat there, looking at Angela in her edible lingerie, taking in the sight of her while holding his full glass of champagne in his hand, Angela couldn’t help but feel a very strong urge to rip his shirt off of him and ravage his sexy body. Instead, she winked at him, barely able to contain her ever-growing arousal.

  “Champagne?” he asked, handing her the glass he had poured for her while she had been changing into her “lunch attire.”

  “Why, thank you, Mr. Cromby,” Angela said, unable to keep herself from smiling at him. She noticed that she did a lot of smiling, giggling and laughing whenever she was Anderson. More so than whenever she was with Mark, in fact. And, she also did significantly more moaning, groaning, panting and squealing whenever she was with having sex with Anderson—more than what she had ever done while having sex with Mark. But, she didn’t want to think about such things right now, so again, she pushed the thoughts out of her mind and focused on enjoying her time with Anderson, for the time being.

  The two of them sipped champagne and made a bit of small talk as the sexual tension between them continued to build. Angela knew that Anderson thoroughly enjoyed building up the suspense of their rendezvouses. It made the “end result” so much more satisfying and it always left the both of them craving more of each other. He loved to have control over Angela in a sexual way, and bring her to the brink of literally begging him for more. Angela couldn’t deny that she loved it just as much as he did.

  “Open that pretty mouth of yours, Angela,” Anderson ordered. She obliged. He dipped a strawberry in whip cream and placed between her lips. She bit down, tasting the sweetness of the fruit and the cream on her tongue.

  “Mmm,” she hummed, chewing the
fruit and then swallowing.

  “You’re so fucking sexy when you eat,” Anderson told her, reaching for another fruit. “This is what we’re going to do today, my love. I want you to taste one of every fruit here and then, I’m going to blindfold you. I’m going to feed you a different fruit and you are going to tell me which type of fruit it is, just by smell and taste alone.”

  “Okay,” Angela answered.

  “I’m going to ask you which kind of fruit it is and each time you get it right, I’m going to eat a piece of your nightie off of you. But, each time you guess it wrong, I am going pull down your candy panties and spank you on your beautiful ass.”

  Angela shuddered again, this time with elevated excitement. She could already feel the goosebumps spreading all over her body, just thinking about being blindfolded and spanked by Anderson. She was already planning to purposely guess some of the fruits wrong so that she could feel the thrill of the intertwined pleasure and pain of his firm, strong palms on the cheeks of her ass.

  “Are you ready?” Anderson asked her, finishing the last of his champagne with one final gulp. He reached into the deep left pocket of his trousers and pulled out a black blindfold. Angela swallowed down the rest of her champagne and nodded, eagerly.

  Anderson set the blindfold down on his lap right over the large imprint of his already-hardening cock and picked up one of every fruit on the mini lunch buffet table of the limo. He told her what each fruit was and then allowed her one taste of each one. They enjoyed one more glass of champagne afterwards, and Angels could already feel the effects of the alcohol starting to make her feel more relaxed and less inhibited—not that she needed champagne, or any other alcoholic beverage to feel that way when she was with Anderson. His presence alone was her natural aphrodisiac, all on its own.

  Angela closed her eyes and felt her heart rate begin to increase as Anderson carefully and gently slid the blindfold over her face. And then, surprise! Anderson also had a pair of handcuffs. He cuffed her hands together behind her back. Angela felt another twinge of sexual excitement between her legs. Her Anderson was always full of surprises, and he never failed to keep her guessing. It excited her to no end, and she enthusiastically allowed him to lock her wrists together behind her back. He then sat her on his lap, with her legs hanging just over the left side of his body.