by Nova Black
Contents
Copyright © 2014 by Nova Black Books
Insatiable: Episode 1
I. Lia’s Story
II. Meghan’s Story
III. Lia’s Story
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Insatiable: Book 1
Insatiable: Ep. 2
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Onyx Mafia: Insatiable
Lia and Meghan
Episode One
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Lia’s Story
She strode into my office and sunk into my guest chair, legs crossed at the ankle, sheer black hose disappearing under her barely-there black skirt. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, matching her confident but vague smile. Short trimmed pink nails clutched her clipboard like she meant to use it.
“Hi." She said it briefly, flicking through the papers on the clipboard. “This shouldn’t take too long. First, let’s verify your name and title."
I watched her; waiting for the lie she would tell me. She was new and eager and vulnerable, playing the role she was recently given. She had no clue her own people were deceiving her, using her to catch me.
Not that they ever would. Still, I was curious and a deep thrill accompanied that thought: Would this be the one who took me down? Maybe. Unlikely, but…
Sometimes there’s that damned beginner’s luck.
More rustling. She played with her pen, clicking it while scanning through a thick stack of papers.
“Ah, there we are. Lia Onyx, that’s a pretty name… Operations Coordinator. Is this correct?”
She was horrible at deception, her body language completely at odds with her cover. And she was nervous, her eyes flicking everywhere but on me. She made a nervous sound and tried to cover it with aggressive clicks of her pen.
I leaned back into my chair and smiled. The FBI loved to throw me bait: Cute, delicious bait. Though it had been a while since they sent me someone so… tempting.
The pen clicked three or four times in the silence. I waited until she looked up, catching her eye.
“Yes. That is my name. However, my title is President of Operations. But you knew that, didn’t you Ms. Wallace?”
She paused, lips parting in surprise. “Why do you say that, Lia?”
I tilted my head toward the entrance. “It’s written on the door.”
She shot me a charmingly weak grin, eyes sliding to the side. “Yes, it is. Well, please, call me Meghan.”
“Please. Call me Ms. Onyx.”
I laughed a little at her fallen expression, waved my hand. “A small joke, Meghan.”
I shifted back into my black leather chair, noticing the way she sat a little straighter, her eyes flickering over my body then back to my face, the growing flush in her cheeks when I caught her gaze. A slice of her lip tucked between her teeth and she let out a long involuntary breath.
Yes… she’ll do.
Meghan swallowed, returning to the security of her clipboard. “I have a few more routine questions… Ms. Onyx.”
“Please, continue.”
“Do you have any knowledge of illegal activities occurring in, around or outside of company grounds?”
“No.”
“Do you have any reason to believe illegal activities are currently or have been performed by any of your employees?”
“Perhaps you should narrow the scope of illegal activities, Meghan. Raiding the supply closet for post-it notes and staples may not warrant the expansive search your group has been conducting.”
She blinked furiously. “I don’t know what you mean. This is a simple company audit. We are hired to conduct one for this company every five years or so.”
“Of course, Meghan." I smiled, showing the whites of my teeth.
Meghan leaned back, just a bit. Her gaze didn’t know where to rest, jumping from my eyes to my long fingers, to my chest. I made it easier for her, pulling a tendril of hair behind my ear, exposing the curve of my neck.
She stared at the newly bared skin, confusion twining the new emotions coursing through her.
When I cleared my throat she jumped, tearing her eyes back to her clipboard. Flushing a charming shade of red.
“Ms. Onyx, let’s get through the questions and then you can ask me whatever you like. I promise.”
“I may hold you to that promise, Meghan.” I let my fingers travel the length of my mahogany desk. It was one my favorites – a gift from one of my favorite people.
She just nodded, biting her lower lip. She had nice full lips. I wondered if she knew how to use them?
She could certainly learn.
“Your lips are quite nice.”
“Excuse me?" Her wide eyes made me bite back a laugh.
“The lipstick - the color, it is nice. Bright red suits you.”
I could practically see the thoughts running through her mind – new and curious and skittering around. When the flush in her cheeks started spreading to her neck, down the v-shape of her cleavage, I spoke.
“Meghan?”
“Yes?”
“Is there anything else you need from me? I can be quite helpful.”
She blushed deeper and shifted, flustered hands dropping the clipboard. She bent to retrieve it, stopping when she noticed me moving around the desk, perching on the edge of it.
I crossed my leg, nearly brushing her nose with the tip of my pumps and peered down at her.
Thirsty, thirsty eyes traveled up the length of my legs, hovered on the hem of my skirt, silky fabric brushing against bare thighs.
“Meghan. Do you have plans to stay down there? Is there something you need?”
Her expression of frozen embarrassment made me laugh.
“Sit up, Meghan. If you wish, I can collect your papers. You seem to be having some difficulty...”
I shifted my legs again, smiling. “There is no need to be nervous.“
She made a strangled noise, grabbing a paper unfortunately still attached to the fallen clipboard. The paper slid out of the clip and the board dropped at an odd angle, spilling the entire loose-leaf contents on the floor.
We locked eyes. I smiled deeper. “What a mess you’ve made, Meghan." I leaned over, letting her focus on the intent of my voice. She was so curious. Hungry but caught in the web of her own thoughts. She needed a push out of her comfort zone.
“Now, you are going to stay there, on the floor, until you have finished.”
She made a sound, this shy of a whimper, and slid he
rself half from the chair. When she bent over to collect the closest papers, her face red and her breathing hard and her eyes sneaking me little wanting glances, I tapped my desk.
My voice was mild. “Crawl, Meghan.”
I knew she would do it. I didn’t like to push too fast but this one…
Ah, she was begging for it.
Meghan’s eyes squeezed shut and she shook her head no. Still, her knees lowered to the carpet. I made a pleased sound and she shuddered, hands shaking as they reached for each paper, pulling them into unsteady piles on the floor.
The last paper was under the ball of my foot. She tugged at it half-heartedly.
“Come here." I didn’t need to tell her to stay on her knees.
I looked down at her and smiled. She rose up on her knees, wide gaze level with the waistline of my skirt.
And then she looked up, full lips parting in offering.
I accepted, twitching my skirt up, sliding further back on my desk. A moan caught in her throat a she rested her hands on my bare thighs, breath warm against the insides of my knees.
I watched the thoughts in her head, the yes or no, should I decisions running a loop in her brain. She was so hungry, the yearning inside her so great it looked painful. And I had just the tonic of miracles for her.
She just needed a firm nudge to get past that last “no” space in her brain.
I leaned over, grabbing her head, holding it firm while I licked the underside of her lip – just a touch of tongue. She quivered, wide-eyed.
Her whisper was shaky and lost. “But... I’m straight? This isn’t –
“I don’t give a fuck, Meghan. Be a good girl and dive in. Now.”
Her reply was a guttural moan. She pushed me back, shoving her head deep between my thighs, shuddering deeply when I moaned in reply. Her silent shivers the best thing she’s said since she entered my office. My hand rested on her head, guiding the uninitiated, the touch of her tongue running up my thigh an electric thread, pushing rolling knots of pleasure along my spine.
For a straight girl she sure was hungry. Ravenous.
Hot and demanding, her mouth attacked me like she was in a race, making up for lost time. Her tongue surrounded me with furious, wet friction as she licked every inch of skin between my thighs, moaning at the taste, the texture. Her tongue reached the center of me and I could feel the heat of her air. She paused and almost I grabbed her hair, pushing her deep inside my pussy. But I held back, waiting for her to chose.
Thick and wet, her tongue darted inside me and I gasped. She did it again. Paused. Made a deep, guttural noise and returned to explore deeper, pink tongue curling, flicking pleasure from me. It was driving me fucking wild, the way she circled inside me, eyes closed in rapture like it was her first taste of ice cream and she was licking the bottom of the bowl. Determined to enjoy every last fucking drop.
When the tip of her tongue touched my clit I froze, enjoying the anticipation. She made another sound, running her tongue around the outer borders of it, teasing it with her full red lips. She nipped it. Warm breath playing it. Teeth grazing it.
I shivered again. Ah, it was good. This teasing.
She was a natural.
She nipped again, hard but playful. Before returning to nuzzle inside me, pushing her tongue back into my entrance. Thrusting, fucking me, using her fingers to stroke the sensitive flesh not yet taken by lips and tongue and nips of little white teeth.
I fell back onto the desk, hips rising. She growled, her efforts increasing and her face deeper between my thighs. Replaced her tongue to slip one and then two fingers inside me, the rhythmic, red-hot suctioning of my clit driving me crazy. I grabbed her hair and hung on for the ride.
Ah, I loved this: A new, eager tongue between my thighs, hot and curious and ready to be shown the way.
I was nearly cross-eyed with pleasure when I looked down at her. She was lost in the moment - eyes closed, face smeared with my juices. Eating me with the enthusiasm of the newly awakened.
I called softly, “Hey, straight girl.”
An eye opened, looking up at me.
“You like that pussy, don’t you.”
She moaned, sucking harder in response.
The peak came suddenly. I held her head, grinding against her face as the orgasm ripped through me, not caring if the sounds coming from her were pleasure or desperate attempts to breathe.
When the last wave swept me I let her go, catching a glimpse of her smeared, flushed face as she searched for her clipboard and papers.
I adjusted my skirt lazily, calling out to her retreating form. “Nice meeting you, Meghan! It’s been a pleasure…”
~~~~
The next day Meghan came armed: Fortified double-breasted pant suit sporting shoulder pads and sharply pleated matching trousers. I tried not to laugh when I spotted her shoes – thick brown and clunky, looking like she borrowed them from her little brother on archeological dig day. Nails bare and clipped to skin.
Her eyes were sunken and shadowed. She’d been up fighting me and fighting herself. She didn’t want to admit she did exactly what she secretly fantasized about for years.
But I ignored her stony glare as she lowered herself stiffly into the guest chair and continued typing the email I was composing. It was lengthy and I lost myself in the details of moving one of our high profile accounts to a different supplier.
Eventually, a furious clicking of a pen caused me to glance up.
I smiled warmly at her. “Meghan. Did you need something from me? Again?”
Her mouth opened but she hesitated, settling for an aggressive frown. “We have a few questions left to finish our interview, Ms. Onyx.”
I moved my keyboard to the side. “Of course, Meghan. Ask away.”
“For the remainder of my duties here I would prefer to be referred to as Ms. Wallace, please.”
I smiled congenially. “Absolutely not.”
She blinked. “What? I’m telling you... you cannot talk to me like that.”
“Of course I can.”
I gave a small shrug, relaxing my legs to extend beyond the barrier of the desk.
The shoe dangling off the tip of my foot caught her gaze. She stopped, mesmerized, a deep blush following the trail of her thoughts.
I cleared my throat gently and she jerked her eyes up, the most pitifully guilty and confused expression on her face.
“Meghan, I do have some work that requires attention…”
“Right. The interview." Her padded blazer straightened as she squared her shoulders, bringing her infamous clipboard up to block most of her face.
I bit my lip when she began speaking in a manufactured, monotone voice.
The questions she asked barely skirted any hints at illegalities and I answered them quickly, glimpsing flashes of flushed skin between the buttons of her white shirt. Something else about her intrigued me as much as the flashes of skin. She had been good yesterday, a natural.
She had potential.
