Alex pushed her away slightly when Gabrielle knew he was close to the edge; she could feel his cock twitching erratically between her lips, sensing the tension in his body. He pulled her up and brought her face up to his, and Gabrielle moaned as his hand slipped down between their bodies, caressing her slick folds through the lace of her panties. He turned them over, pressing Gabrielle down on her back against the couch, and began kissing a trail down along her neck, over her breasts—lingering at her nipples for a long moment that made Gabrielle squirm—and over her abdomen before he nuzzled her hips. Alex tugged her panties down, and Gabrielle gasped as he brought his lips up against her pussy, parting her labia with his fingers and burying his face against her. She rolled her hips, trying for better contact with his tongue, her back arching as Alex lapped at her slowly at first and then faster, the tip of his tongue probing the well of her sex, moving upwards gradually.
Gabrielle writhed, pushing her hips down and draping her legs around Alex’s shoulders as his tongue worked her, teasingly moving up to her clit and then back downward to the well of her pussy. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripped the fabric of the couch underneath her, and moaned out over and over again as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, working first one and then two fingers into her tight, wet sex. He brushed along her inner walls, caressing as he thrust deeper and deeper into her, his tongue flickering against her clit until Gabrielle couldn’t keep track of what he was doing, only react to it more and more. She was panting, gasping, moaning as Alex continued his assaults on her only too-willing body, feeling the fire lighting up her nerves and the tension mounting deep between her hips. She wished fleetingly that she had the self-control to push him away as she reached the edge of climax—but she didn’t. Before she could think to, she was tensing, every muscle in her body rigid in the instant that she reached orgasm. She moaned out loud, arching and twisting on the couch underneath Alex as she rode through her climax, thrashing and throwing her head back as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.
Alex backed off only as the spasms began to abate, slowly working his way back up her body to her lips. Still in a daze, Gabrielle kissed him hungrily, able to taste herself on his lips and tongue, holding his body close as an anchor to keep her attached to reality. She felt the heat and hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh, and her desire began to grow again. Still panting, Gabrielle murmured, “Give it to me,” in Alex’s ear, pushing her hips down against his. Alex checked for a moment, looking into her eyes in the gloomy light. Gabrielle smiled up at him winningly, rocking her hips and running her hands all over his body. “You were so good,” she said, her voice almost a purr. “I want more, Alex…” and she reached down, giving his hard cock a firm, lingering stroke with her hand. Alex groaned, thrusting mindlessly into her touch. Gabrielle stroked him slowly but steadily, feeling his heat and hardness. She smiled to herself, working into a rhythm, becoming fascinated with the way that Alex responded to her touch. She loved the sense of power that she felt—that Alex was intent on her by the nature of what she was doing to him. Alex groaned, his hips moving steadily as Gabrielle gradually picked up her pace. She didn’t want to finish him off—she only wanted to get him close to the edge before she let him have her. Alex’s movements were becoming more automatic, almost tidal, his hips following the stroke of her hand. Gabrielle felt the growing tension in his body and slowed down, keeping her grip firm. She kissed him hungrily as she felt her own desire rising up, her own need consuming her. Gabrielle guided Alex’s cock up against her soaking wet folds.
He thrust into her slowly at first, letting her feel the intrusion, and Gabrielle moaned half in frustrated longing and half in cresting desire. He felt so good—so thick and full inside of her tight walls. Alex began to pick up the pace almost immediately and Gabrielle fell into rhythm with him, twisting and rocking her hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. Her hands moved over his slim body, her fingers running through his hair, down along his spine. She draped her legs around his hips, taking him deeper and moaning into the kiss they shared. “God, Alex,” Gabrielle gasped, feeling her pleasure mounting faster and faster. Alex began to thrust up into her harder, one of his hands slipping down between their bodies. He found her clit and began to stroke and rub it firmly as he pushed his hips up into hers faster and faster. Gabrielle cried out at the tingling electricity that ran along every nerve in her body, pushing her hips down harder against his, twisting and pivoting underneath him.
Gabrielle found herself moving mindlessly, her legs tightening around Alex’s waist, her hands fumbling to touch him everywhere. She kissed him wherever her lips could reach, dragging her lips along his jaw, to the column of his neck. Alex’s mouth connected with hers, and trailed to her throat. He buried his face against her breasts, nuzzling, kissing and licking. Gabrielle squirmed and writhed as the pleasure mounted inside of her. Alex’s touch against her clit was almost more than she could bear—it was driving her swiftly and inexorably out of her mind with lust. Gabrielle tried to hold back for as long as she could, to savor the sensations that were running through her veins.
Her second orgasm took her as much by surprise as the first; she felt the growing tension in her body, the heat building up deep in her stomach; within moments however, she had lost the ability to hold back, to control her own lust. Every muscle in her body went rigid, and she was crying out his name, kissing everywhere her lips could reach, touching and caressing feverishly as crackling fire lit up her nervous system. She was only barely aware of Alex reaching his own climax inside of her, the twitching of his cock along her inner walls a secondary consideration to the heady waves of pleasure that rocked her over and over again. Gabrielle’s spasms of pleasure intensified at the sensation of his sticky-slick heat filling her, gushing into her once, twice, again. Alex moaned out long and low, holding onto her tightly as he finished with a few more hard, fast thrusts. He collapsed against her, and they were both panting, dripping with sweat.
Gabrielle smiled to herself in a reverie of satisfied sensuality, in no hurry to catch her breath or recover. Alex’s hands were slack against her body while he was in the grip of the post-orgasm haze, but in moments they began to move, caressing and exploring once more. Gabrielle kissed along the side of his neck slowly and musingly, lapping at the sweat that had accumulated against his shoulder. She knew that she wouldn’t go out of her way to see Alex again after that night—she might keep his phone number handy in case of a sexual emergency, but she didn’t expect anything to come of it. Alex was a kind, attractive man, and Gabriele appreciated the skill he had shown, but she was not at all interested in romantic entanglement. She hoped, as they both fell into a doze, that Alex would feel the same way.
Falling asleep, her mind briefly fastened on Tyler Edwards once more; she thought of how cool and charming he had been even after she had barged in on his kink-filled tryst, and thought idly as she began to drift off that a man that powerful should be more afraid of discovery; after all, she could easily go to the press at any time in the future and reveal what she knew. Even if she didn’t have any proof, the rumor of it alone would be sufficient to devil him. She realized however that it would be difficult for her to even go to a magazine or tabloid with what she had seen; there was so much clout behind Edwards that she would just as likely be laughed out of any office she entered with the intelligence about his apparently kinky ways. Even if she’d had proof, it would be difficult to get anyone to print it. By the same token, however, Gabrielle had found herself deeply impressed with how in control Edwards had been; the only moment when he had looked even slightly out of his element was when she had threatened him. Even then, Gabrielle thought, he hadn’t looked actually afraid—merely startled that someone had addressed him in such a way.
The prospect of her coming interview with the man took Gabrielle into a deep and satisfying sleep, and her last thought before darkness took her was that she hoped that Alex would be willing to have a quickie before she le
ft him in the morning—she was certain her dreams would be haunted by the enigmatic CEO.
Chapter Three
Gabrielle went about her usual business in the week that she was waiting for her interview with Tyler Edwards; she did some freelance work, designing a logo for one client, and finishing up all of the loose ends that she had in terms of billing and invoicing—she could expect, if she got the internship, to start a few days later, and she would have little time to actually track down her clients at that point. She also worked on her portfolio and resume during the week, reaching out to her references and making sure that they were still available and willing to speak on her behalf. If she somehow managed to botch the interview, Gabrielle wanted to be prepared to move forward with alternate plans. She had been freelancing for months, more because she was waiting for the right opportunity to present itself; she could support herself fully from her freelancing, but she liked the stability of a job. In addition, even if she did decide to one day go back to working for herself, it would be worth it to have an entry on her resume and profile that featured a company like Edwards Industrials as a previous employer.
Even as she went about her normal tasks, Gabrielle’s mind kept straying to the enigmatic CEO. Out of curiosity, she researched him, thinking that having a bit of an edge on the person she was interviewing was even better than having research on the company generally. Spending an afternoon on the task, she saw that even if she had made good on her juicy bit of gossip about Edwards fooling around with a secretary, it wouldn’t have put much of a dent in his reputation; tabloids hounded the man, and Gabrielle saw plenty of pictures with anonymous, beautiful women—rarely the same woman more than twice. Gabrielle also read through interviews that the man himself had done, explaining his business philosophy. Gabrielle noticed that in spite of journalists’ probing, Edwards kept his personal life to himself. Gabrielle wondered at that; she could understand a desire for privacy, but it seemed a little silly to deflect from questions about his romantic life when he was constantly showing up at events with beautiful women—like inviting questions he wasn’t willing to answer.
Gabrielle learned that her instinctive thought about Edwards’ wealth and power was definitely accurate; Edwards was part of the most elite of wealthy men. She read conflicting reports of his net worth, but every article posited that it was in the billions. It was clear to Gabrielle as she delved into her research of the man, that he was the type who would probably ask very pointed, insightful questions in their interview; but they would be strictly professional. She looked forward to matching wits against him, even if she didn’t get the internship she was interested in. It would be an interesting experience, Gabrielle thought. Edwards didn’t talk much about his personal life, but he was positively candid about his professional life; he had a strong belief in hard work, and had run Edwards Industrials with the idea that every single person had to be responsible—from the top down. It made sense, Gabrielle thought, that he had made the offer to interview him herself when he had heard what his employee had done. It was a matter of taking responsibility for the misconduct. Gabrielle wondered what exactly would happen to Richards as a result of his bad choice in being an asshole to her.
Her research led her to take another afternoon off the day before her interview was scheduled, to go shopping. She knew that Edwards would appreciate it if she showed up looking absolutely professional, and Gabrielle thought that while her previous outfit certainly fit the bill, she didn’t want the CEO to see her in the same thing twice; while she didn’t know for sure that he would notice the fact, she suspected that he was exactly the kind of person who kept detailed mental notes. If she showed up at his office in something different, but every bit as stylish and professional, it might tip the balance in her favor.
Gabrielle went to her favorite boutique clothing store, La Curve, and spent over an hour combing through the racks, trying to think of what would be best. With her dark hair and eyes, greens and blues tended to suit her very well. Gabrielle was surprised at how anxious she felt when she was comparing different outfits, trying to decide whether her selections were professional enough, and whether she felt comfortable in them. She tried more conservative outfits, and felt constrained enough to know that even if they were stylish and becoming, she would come across poorly simply because she would be reacting to how closed up and covered she was. There were a few that she liked but which she knew were less than perfectly professional, which were put aside. Gabrielle was surprised at how flustered she felt. It wasn’t simply an interview with an important person; in the back of her mind, she knew that she had to vindicate herself for the incredibly offensive way that Richards had spoken to her. She had to look her absolute best not only because she knew that Edwards would respect her more for it, but because she would respect herself more for proving that she didn’t have to be a size zero in order to look attractive.
Eventually, Gabrielle abandoned the idea of choosing a pre-matched set and instead began combining separates; that was when she finally found her success. She purchased the outfit and carefully hung it up on the door of her closet as soon as she got home so that it wouldn’t get wrinkled. She had a pair of shoes already that would coordinate with it, as well as modest jewelry. She admired her outfit for a long moment in the evening as she made her way to the shower. She would technically have time to bathe before her meeting the next day, but Gabrielle wanted as much time as possible to get ready.
Her thoughts turned back to Edwards’ tryst with the secretary as she stood in the shower, washing her hair thoroughly. Gabrielle thought once more how strange it was that she had been so turned on by what Edwards had been doing—spanking the tied-up woman, who was clearly enjoying herself—when Gabrielle had never had even the slightest submissive tendencies in her life. She would have said that the idea of a woman being spanked or tied up by a man was repellant if someone had asked her before that moment; but seeing it in action, seeing the almost visible current of lust between Edwards and the woman had been powerful. Gabrielle’s hands began to wander as she called up details, remembering the strength she had seen in Edwards’ chest and arms and hands, the look of desire and satisfaction on his face as he brought his hand down on the woman’s ass. Gabrielle heard the woman’s moans of pleasure and assent in her mind, and she was so possessed by her own vicarious arousal that she had to shake herself out of it. It wouldn’t be convenient at all to have her thoughts turn to that scene while she was in the interview. Instead, Gabrielle turned the water to cool and forced herself to think of her research into the company and into the man who ran it.
Chapter Four
The next day, Gabrielle felt uncomfortably fidgety as she waited for it to be the right time to start getting ready. She almost wished she hadn’t cleared her schedule as expeditiously as she had—one or two tasks unrelated to the interview would have at least distracted her during the morning hours. Instead she had breakfast and made a few phone calls, got caught up on the news, and tried to remind herself that she was qualified and confident of her rightness for a position with Edwards Industrials. She knew, deep down, that she was a good candidate for the internship that she had applied for, but there was no real way for Edwards to know that about her already; she didn’t give him her resume, and she didn’t know whether or not he would have gotten the resume from the man she had originally interviewed with.
As Gabrielle began to get ready, she wondered about the fate of the man she had interviewed with idly; she pondered if Edwards had even discussed the situation with him at all. Gabrielle thought that depending on how the interview went, she would ask about it. She carefully pulled her hair back and into a neat bun, securing it with a few hairpins whose green crystal tips would stand out against her hair attractively as well as coordinating with her outfit.
She had decided on a vivid green blazer, cut in such a way as to emphasize her curves, paired with a black skirt that fell just a little bit shorter than the one she had worn to her first intervie
w. Under the blazer, Gabrielle wore an off-white blouse with a slightly plunging neckline that revealed just a little bit of cleavage—while not being overtly sexual. Gabrielle stood before her mirror, admiring herself in the outfit while she applied makeup carefully, sticking with the simplest touches. She only wanted to give herself a fresh, clean appearance, and she wasn’t going out with friends, after all. Gabrielle stood back and smiled at herself, thinking that she looked flawlessly professional while also looking attractive and just a little bit sexual. She hoped that Edwards would appreciate the distinction; she certainly felt more confident and powerful as she stepped into her favorite pair of black patent heels, gathering her portfolio case and a small purse before she left her apartment.
When she arrived at the building that housed Edwards Industrials, Gabrielle went to the main reception desk on the ground floor. She realized that she really didn’t have any idea of where Tyler Edwards’ office was—and that was an important detail. She waited for the receptionist to look up from the phone call she was on, glancing around and taking in the subdued luxury of the décor. Gabrielle had gone through the lobby so quickly the week before that she hadn’t really noticed how much the design of the lobby had focused on pulling in light from outside—vaulting windows, bright metal, and plenty of space in spite of the people quickly moving through on various errands. “Yes, Miss?” the receptionist said, looking up as she put down the phone. Gabrielle smiled politely.
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