by Ami Snow
I was only too glad to reach the house, the cold wind abruptly shut out by the closing of the door, and fall into my bed. My body was exhausted with sex and emotion, and I soon fell asleep.
Ethan
There wasn’t a chance in hell that I was getting any more work done today. I stared out the window for several long minutes after Ellie left, the door shutting soundly behind her, my body still throbbing from the aftermath of having had her on the desk. I had half an erection again just thinking about it. Her breathy voice, murmuring desperately how she wanted me. Her body, pliable and hot under my hands. The way she gripped me when she came, drawing me in as if she wanted nothing more than to keep me there.
The attraction was primal and undeniable, and yet she was fighting it for all that she was worth. It was endlessly frustrating to me, and I had no doubt that today wasn’t the end of it.
I bristled, thinking of her with the burly boy that she’d been with the night I’d met her. I hadn’t been stalking her, but when she’d gone for lunch, I’d decided to take a walk for something to eat, too. I didn’t leave for lunch often, and I thought maybe she was onto a good idea. On my way past, I’d seen them through the windows of the deli. I’d seen the way she laughed with him, so easy and relaxed. She’d never been that casual with me.
Except maybe on that very first night.
I couldn’t ever get that back, I knew that. That had been ruined with the realization that I was her boss. But somehow, I had to get her to see that it didn’t matter. That we could still have a relationship.
I wanted something with her. Something more than wild sex dragged out of her by degrees, the tension building until she finally caved. The explosion was something else…that was for sure—but I wanted her more willingly. I wanted her to come to me, desirous and wanting, and beg for me to take her. I was getting tired of the chase.
I also knew that her time here was brief. We were already halfway through it. It made me feel desperate, knowing that I had to find some way to make her want to come back after her graduation. The idea of her being in another city, of possibly never seeing her again, made me feel slightly crazy.
I sat back down at my desk, shuffled through files, but it was impossible to focus. I couldn’t think of anything but her. How much I wanted her. It was frustrating and infuriating…and yet I couldn’t possibly imagine ending it. It was too good.
I set the files aside, reaching for my briefcase. Clearly, no more work was getting done today. I’d be taking an early day too.
The driver was waiting for me by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs. I relaxed into the car, closing my eyes and trying to think of anything other than Elizabeth.
Maybe I just needed a distraction. Elizabeth had found herself one, in the form of that Paul Bunyan character. I had plenty of numbers in my phone, just waiting for me to take the opportunity. Perhaps that was all that I needed—something to remind me that the world didn’t begin and end with Elizabeth.
I sighed, feeling some of the tension leave me at last.
I walked into my loft, taking a deep breath. The housekeeper had come that day, and the house was silent and perfect, like something out of a catalog, with a faint scent of cedar in the air. I wavered for a moment between the carefully stocked bar cart and the shower, finally deciding on a shower first. I unbuttoned my shirt as I headed for the master suite, tossing it in the laundry hamper. My trousers and boxers followed, and I stretched lazily, walking into the huge bathroom.
I wondered what Elizabeth’s reaction would be if I brought her here. The master bathroom had a huge whirlpool tub, separate from the shower, which was itself meant for two people, with a bench and multiple showerheads. I had a brief flashback to her in the shower, bent over as I pounded into her, the hot water streaming over us both. I felt my cock lurch in response, and I shook my head, trying to clear away the thoughts.
Who should I call, I wondered, stepping into the shower and turning on the water. There was Alanna, a gorgeous, dark-skinned Victoria’s Secret model that I’d hooked up with more than once. It had always been casual between us—she was far too busy for anything more, but there had been something electric that had always made me look forward to when she might be back in town.
Brianne, maybe? She was tall and blonde, an aspiring actress who waited tables at a popular restaurant near the Hill. She always liked to spend the night, though, even though I didn’t mind sending my driver to take her home. She was sweet, and I’d always suspected she might want more than just casual sex, although she insisted that she needed to be free for when she made her “big break”.
Anne! I’d forgotten about Anne. She was a small, spunky redhead, someone I’d met while out at a bar one night. Just like Elizabeth, my mind interjected, but I shrugged it off. She worked as a dominatrix at one of D.C.’s private sex clubs, but she had wanted me to be the more dominant one in bed the few times we’d slept together, which worked just fine for me. She said it made sex on her own time different from the sexual things she did at work.
My cock lurched again at the thought of the last time we’d fucked, and I knew I’d be calling her after I got out of the shower. I let my hands wander a little as I soaped up, my fist closing around my shaft and stroking once, twice, feeling the pleasure start its slow crawl through my groin into my muscles and nerves. It would be easy to keep going, to curl my fingers around myself and speed up, drawing it out until I finally erupted.
I let go. It would be that much better if I waited until later. I finished my shower, my cock still throbbing insistently, angry at my neglect. I reached for my phone on the bathroom counter when I stepped out, dialing Anne’s number.
She picked up on the third ring.
“Ethan?” she said, sounding a bit surprised. I felt a little guilty. It had been a while since I’d called her.
“It’s me, Anne. What do you think about going out later? Maybe some dinner, and then back to my place?”
“I can’t do dinner, honey,” she said, a little of her Boston accent showing through. “Your place sounds great, though. How about eleven? I have an early evening appointment at the club.”
“Perfect,” I said, anticipation rushing through me. “I’ll send my driver to pick you up.”
“Thanks, darling,” she said, drawing out the last word a few syllables. “See you tonight.”
The phone clicked off.
I shuffled out of the bedroom, heading towards the relaxation of my living room. I’d order something in for dinner, and wait for Anne to arrive.
Chapter 2
Ellie
I woke up from my nap feeling groggy and more tired than I had before. I could hear sounds from the kitchen, undoubtedly one of the other girls fixing dinner. I wasn’t hungry at all, but I supposed that I should go out and see what they had planned.
I took a shower and washed the day off, both my makeup and the traces of Ethan. I scrubbed my hair, rinsing until the combined scents of our cologne and perfume and sweat were all gone, and all I could smell was the lavender soap I’d purchased from a specialty store on a Sunday afternoon of shopping.
I pulled on a soft pair of sweats and a college t-shirt, throwing my hair up in a ponytail, and meandered out into the kitchen. I hoped that I didn’t look like I’d been soundly fucked on my boss’s desk that afternoon.
If I did, there was no mention of it. Catherine and Billie were both in the kitchen. Catherine was sautéing meat, and Billie was chopping lettuce and tomatoes. “Taco night,” Catherine announced, glancing up from her task.
“Sounds great,” I said as I took a seat on one of the bar stools at the edge of the counter, trying to summon some enthusiasm.
“I have a date Friday night,” I blurted out. Anything to get my mind off of Ethan.
Catherine nearly dropped her spoon. “Really? With who?” she asked excitedly.
“Brian. The guy who runs the brewery from that first night we went out. Remember him?”
“Yeah, the
guy you blew off for that CEO type.”
I flinched. She didn’t know how close to the mark she’d come. “Yeah,” I said, ignoring her previous comment. “He’s taking me to some hipster bar for dinner and drinks. I could totally use your help figuring out what to wear.”
Catherine practically glowed at that. “Oh, I would love to help you pick something out!” she exclaimed. “That’s so exciting, Ellie!”
“Yeah, it will be fun, I think,” I said, trying to catch some of her excitement. It was hard not to, she was practically glowing with it. “If it goes well, maybe we can all go on a date! It would be so much fun,” Catherine went on. “Billie is seeing this new guy…Alex, and Tom and I are still seeing each other quite a bit. I really wanted to go to New York after graduation, but now I think I might come back to D.C. He has a lot of good connections, and he’s sure I can get a job. We might even rent a place together! His lease is up soon, and…”
Catherine was off and running, and there was not much else for me to say. I poured a glass of wine and listened to her, almost grateful for the chatter, as it took my mind off of my current predicament. She eventually circled back around to my date with Brian, rattling off a list of ideas for what I could wear. She briefly suggested a shopping trip, which I quickly shut down. “Not a chance,” I said. “I don’t have the energy to go shopping for clothes. I’m sure there’s something in my closet that will work just fine.”
She pouted a little, but seemed to get over it pretty quickly. She and Billie served up dinner, and we all ate companionably around the table, sharing work stories.
“I heard you got an actual job,” Catherine said, and I winced. I had wondered how long it would take for news of my promotion to filter down to the intern pool.
“Mr. Sharpe needed a new personal assistant.” I shrugged. “I guess he had heard good things about my work.”
“I saw Mr. Sharpe walking past to a meeting the other day,” Billie said conversationally. “He looked an awful lot like that guy you were with at the bar the first night.”
I glanced down at my hands, trying to quickly approximate how much of the truth I should tell, and how much I should keep quiet about. “It is the same guy,” I finally said, feeling as if I might choke on the words.
Catherine and Billie were silent for several long seconds. Finally, Catherine spoke up. “Did you know, when you met him?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t. I didn’t realize until he came into a meeting about a week in.”
Catherine frowned. “How could you accept the position? If anyone finds out…well, you know what they’ll say! And really, how can you say it isn’t true? Do you really think he would have hired you as his assistant if not for, well…”
“Maybe!” I fired back, and then I shrugged. “Maybe not. There’s not any way to know, really, is there? Besides, he was telling the truth about one thing, I’ve learned a lot more in the little bit of time that I’ve been his assistant than I was learning in the intern pool.”
Both girls frowned, and I wondered if I’d insulted them for a moment. Catherine quickly carried on: “Are you still sleeping with him?”
I knew better than to tell the truth about that. “No,” I lied. “He doesn’t want anyone thinking he sleeps with his interns, either. Once we realized our mistake, we’ve kept it totally professional. It’s a good business relationship, nothing more.”
Yeah, my mind mocked me. Very businesslike, with your skirt hiked up on his desk, your panties on the floor and his cock inside of you. Absolutely professional.
Billie giggled. “Well, I’d have a hard time staying professional with a boss that looked like that,” she said. “Kudos to you, Ellie. I’d have him bending me over the desk in no time.”
I nearly blushed at that. Catherine gave Billie a reproving look. “Just be careful, Ellie. It’s easy to let things get out of hand without realizing it. It’s probably good that it will be time to head back to school soon. And good that you have this date on Friday with Brian. You should focus on that.”
“Of course,” I said, staring at the taco on my plate. “I’m sure it will help a lot.”
I was, in fact, entirely certain that it wasn’t going to help at all.
Ethan
Anne was right on time. It was exactly eleven p.m. when my doorbell rang. One of the perks of hooking up with a girl who worked in the sex business, I guessed. She was wearing an emerald green dress that hugged her curves, perfect in contrast to her red hair, and six-inch black stiletto heels when I opened the door, and I thought I’d never gotten hard so fast in my life. Except with Elizabeth.
I handed her the drink I’d had ready for her, a gin and tonic with lime, and took a sip of my own scotch. “Come on in,” I said, visions of her stretched out on my bed dancing in my head already. She walked gracefully into the room, sitting down on the leather armchair and putting the glass to her lips. Her lipstick left a mark when she took the glass away, and I ached a little more, remembering what those lips felt like around my cock. “You’re lucky you aren’t into being dominated,” she said, laughing. “My client earlier paid ten thousand for two hours with me. And here I am, giving it away for free.”
I laughed, and I saw her small, indrawn breath at the sound of it, deep in my throat. “You like giving up control, that’s why you come here,” I said. “You like that I decide what drink you’ll have, before you even walk in the door.”
I could see the small muscles of her thighs tense under her dress, and I knew she was getting wet, even from my seat directly across the room from her. She took another sip of her drink, and I swirled my scotch, the few cubes of ice clinking against each other in the glass.
“You like knowing that I’ll be telling you what to do, very soon. You’re wondering what I’m going to ask from you tonight. You like that for the rest of the night, you won’t have to make any choices, come up with any plans for how the night should go. You don’t have to anticipate anything, not even your own desires. I’ll do all of that for you.”
Her lips parted slightly, her breath misting against the glass when she took another sip. I could feel my cock pressing against my jeans, granite-hard, and I watched her tongue flick out against her lips, and I barely withheld a groan of desire.
“Set down the drink.” I instructed. Anne did so immediately, setting it aside on the table, sitting up straight, her legs uncrossed. I could see that she’d parted them slightly, for my benefit, her dress riding up her thighs. There was a glimpse of black lace between her legs.
“Stand up and walk to me.”
I’ve never understood how a woman can walk on a carpet in such high heels, but Anne made it look easy. She glided to me, stopping an inch away, awaiting my next instruction.
“On your knees.”
She sank down, her wide green eyes watching me.
“Take out my cock.”
I could see how hungry she was for it already. She moved slowly, the way she knew I liked. Her fingers ran up my jean-clad thighs, pressing into the flesh on either side of my groin. I bit back a moan. She needed to work for my approval, for the audible confirmation of my pleasure. She reached for my belt, undoing the buckle, and slowly drew the zipper down. I heard her gasp when my cock pushed out, and she realized I’d been wearing nothing under the jeans. Her hand lifted to grasp me, and I slapped it away.
“Put your hands behind your back. Use only your mouth.”
I breathed in when her warm, wet lips touched the tip of my cock, her tongue flicking out to run along the ridge beneath. She tightened her lips around the tip, sucking only it for a moment, and then she slid down, fraction by fraction, her tongue caressing me as her mouth enveloped me.
“Lower,” I instructed, and she knew what I meant. She took all of my shaft in her mouth, and then she slid back up, pausing to suck on the tip again before letting go of my cock altogether. She used her lips and tongue to draw my balls out, sucking one into her mouth and then the other, licking along the seam before
finally taking both in her mouth at once, gently rolling them about with her tongue. I was gasping with pleasure by now, my stiff, damp cock brushing against the side of her face. She let go then, her mouth coming up to grasp me with her lips again, starting her slow descent down my shaft until I couldn’t repress the groan that escaped my lips.
She looked up with a satisfied expression on her face, and I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up. “Oh, I’ll make you pay for that,” I growled, and she smiled in response. “Oh, I hope so,” she purred.
“Stand up and undress,” I said, snapping my fingers. She let go of my cock and stood. I grasped it gently in my fingertips, stroking the length of it slowly, just enough to keep a slow burn of pleasure rolling over my nerves as I watched her.
First she reached for the zipper of her dress, turning to face away from me so that I could see the slow decent it made as she tugged downwards, splitting to reveal her creamy white skin and the black lace lingerie beneath it. The zipper stopped just above the curve of her ass, teasing me as she let go, slowly pushing one sleeve off of her shoulder, then the other. She peeled the top away, still facing in the other direction, and only when the garment reached her hips and was just about to reveal her round, firm ass did she turn around, presenting me with her ample cleavage bound in a tight black lace corset, swelling above the constraints. I felt my cock stiffen further, if that were possible, and I gripped it tightly, permitting myself a few hard strokes before taking my hand away again. Anne pushed the garment off her hips, revealing black lace panties and stockings held up by a garter belt. She turned slowly, letting me finally see the curves of her ass, and I ached to grab a handful of it. I would, very soon.
