A Baby for the Beast

by Chance Carter

  I looked at my reflection and saw a tendril of hair had escaped from the tight ponytail I’d worn into work that morning. I looked flushed, flirtatious, and I knew I would have to pull myself together if I had a hope in hell of getting through another encounter with Oliver.

  What we both needed was some time apart. He could leave the city and I could go home to the comfort of my apartment and watch Netflix until I was numb. I needed to remind myself that sex and love were two distractions that I didn’t need at this time in my life.

  The doors slid open and I walked quietly down the corridor toward his office, I paused for a moment to read his name on the door. The letters danced in front of me, and I took a deep breath to remind myself the man I was crushing on was Oliver Paulson.

  The genius, successful playboy who probably saw me as nothing more than a pleasant way to pass the time. The chances of him actually flirting with me for anything more than a bit of fun were so slim as to be almost laughable.

  I’d go in, get my shit, and then get out. Then I’d head home and see if there were any beers in the fridge. I needed something to take the edge off.

  I opened the door and found Oliver wrapped in a large jacket, a gorgeously soft, expensive number that made him look both powerful and relaxed at the same time. My heart dropped to my feet and bounced back up again, making me feel as though I needed to lean on the wall just to stay upright.

  Fuck he was dreamy.

  I looked up at him, my mouth parting slightly, and he met my gaze at once.

  “Mona,” he murmured, and I realized he thought I had come back for another reason entirely.

  I bit my lip. I wanted him. Man, did I want him. I found myself moving toward him, my back arching almost of its own accord as I closed the distance between us. He was wearing leather gloves, and I longed to feel them on my skin, trailing along my bare back, slipping between my legs.

  “My bag,” I finally spoke, and the spell was broken. He stopped a few feet from me, and my entire body relaxed. I hadn’t even realized I’d been so tense, but as soon as he paused, I released a long, deep breath.

  “Of course,” he gestured to the door of my office. “Go ahead. I’m off. I’ll see you Monday.”

  “I’ll see you then,” I echoed him and dashed into my office before I could do anything else to embarrass myself.

  As soon as my door clicked behind me, I placed my hands on my desk and leaned over, breathing heavily, my heart slamming against my chest so hard, I was surprised it wasn’t shaking the foundations of the building.

  I was so close to having broken my own rules. I wanted him so badly to want me, needed him to touch me, and if he’d made a move, I knew I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from going along with it.

  The thought of what those leather gloves would feel like on my skin made me so hot. My face felt flushed.

  I grabbed my stuff and waited a few minutes allowing him time to leave the building before following him downstairs. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the elevator with him on the way down.

  As soon as I was confident he was out, I hurried out of the office, trying not to look at his chair, as though I might manifest him there simply by wanting it hard enough. A minute later, I was out of the building, and the cool, evening air was enough to remind me that I had just managed to avoid something very stupid.

  I couldn’t imagine what Monday morning would have been like if we’d hooked up. Would he have taken me with him, spent the weekend romancing me? Or would he have fucked me right there and found a reason to get rid of me so he didn’t have to bother with me once he’d had his fun?

  Honestly, at that point, I’d have taken either/or, just for some kind of relief. Jesus, if I was thinking this way now, then how was I going to get through the next five months? What was I meant to do? Just crush down this desire, a desire that felt as though it might overwhelm me at any moment? Or could I embrace it, indulge my crush, enjoy our flirtations, and hope that whatever happened between us wouldn’t affect my career?

  I wanted to jump into the future and ask myself whether or not it would affect my life in any major way, and if I would regret not going for it.

  I made it home in a daze, and by the time I got back to the apartment, intense desire that had taken over when I was in Oliver’s presence.

  I made my way up to my room and threw myself face-down on the bed. Maybe I needed a good lay? Katya was always telling me I should go on dating sites already, and maybe she was right. Maybe I wouldn’t find myself so utterly overwhelmed with desire if I was getting some elsewhere.

  But I didn’t want anyone but him. That was the problem. Oliver was my ideal guy – successful, intelligent, charming, and with a business he had nurtured from the ground up. Talking to him today, it was clear he had managed to keep his feet on the ground in the process. He was the perfect man. And I couldn’t go near him.

  I raked my fingers through my hair and sighed dramatically.

  Then, I reached into the drawer next to my bed and pulled out my vibrator. I was going to need some kind of relief if I was going to get through the next six months, and this was the only thing that appealed to me right now. At least I could use this to my heart’s content and not worry about losing my job.

  I imagined Oliver standing in the doorway of his office, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit and a sexy pair of leather gloves.

  He’d beckon for me to come join him. I’d step inside the office and he’d shut the door behind me.

  “Now,” he’d say, his voice confident and in control of the situation. “I order you to strip.”

  “You order me?” I’d say, my heart pounding with excitement, my body beginning to anticipate the pleasure of his commanding presence.

  I turned on the vibrator and touched it against the sensitive skin of my clit.

  This was a silly fantasy, I know, but it was one I couldn’t help indulging in. Especially after all the time I’d been spending with Oliver. I wanted to be dominated. I wanted to be bossed by him and commanded.

  I’d take off every strip of clothing and let it drop sexily to the floor.

  “Good girl,” he’d say. “Now, get on your knees.”

  I’d do as I was told, and get to my knees. He’d guide my head toward his crotch with his gloved hands and I’d take my cue, opening the zipper of his suit pants.

  His perfect, enormous cock would fall out of his pants and I’d be face to face with it. I’d blow on it gently and look up at him, teasingly.

  His cock would grow and stiffen, reaching the full extent of his erection. Which would be enormous. So big I’d be apprehensive about putting it inside my delicate body, but also desperate to find out what it would feel like.

  I’d run my tongue around the head of his cock, making him throb and sigh, his pleasure increasing with each and every flick of my soft, wet, tongue. I’d let him slide into my warm mouth, just to give him a foretaste of what my pussy would feel like.

  I’d suck on the head of his cock, and then let it slide all the way to the back of my throat.

  “Oh god,” he’d moan.

  Then he’d pull me up abruptly and turn me around, pressing me naked up against his desk. His body would be against my back, his cock pressing against my butt, and he’d push me down so that I was bending over the desk.

  “Very good,” he’d say, his leather gloved hands holding my thighs in place as he slid his cock up toward the lips of my pussy.

  He’d have perfect access, bending me over the desk as he was, and he’d press the tip of his cock gently against my pussy lips. I’d spread my legs, opening myself for him, and when he slid all the way inside me, right to the very core of my being, I’d gasp in pleasure and delight.

  “Oh, boss,” I’d moan.

  I’d feel every inch of him inside me, throbbing and pulsing with the pulse of his heartbeat. He’d be so far inside me, so deep, deeper than I’d ever imagined it was possible for a man to be.

  At this poin
t, I stretched my fingers as far into my pussy as I could reach.

  I imagined it was Oliver.

  I wanted him to cum inside me. I imagined his cock throbbing with the pleasure of his pre-orgasm. He’d grab my hips tighter in his gloved hands, and press up tight against me.

  “Yes,” he’d cry, and as the first explosion of his orgasm spilled into my body, I’d cry out his name.

  He’d cum inside me over and over, and as I felt the force of his cum pouring into me, I’d be brought over the edge too. I’d have such a powerful, amazing orgasm that it would almost make me faint!

  Afterwards, he’d turn me around and pull me up to him, kissing me so passionately on the lips that I’d be dizzy with delight.

  My mind came back to the present as my orgasm subsided. My trusty vibrator had done its job!

  I turned it off and went to the bathroom to clean up before falling into a deep and satisfied sleep.

  Chapter 6

  Oliver

  I needed a distraction and not the kind I’d been relying on for the last couple of days. The weekend I’d taken away had only served to underline the fact I wanted Mona so desperately, it was going to take more than just getting out of the city to get her out of my head.

  I needed something intense and business related. Some work I could bury myself in. Something that would require my undivided attention.

  I had gone to my apartment out in the countryside, not too far from the city, but far enough to take me away from the office and remind me there was, indeed, a world outside of work. I fished, hiked, worked out, drank scotch, and enjoyed my time off. But I couldn’t successfully eliminate the memory of what had transpired with Mona in the office on Friday evening.

  When she walked back in the door, I was relieved because, for a second, it seemed as though she felt it too. She too was aware of the intense, unmistakable, undeniable electricity between us, and she had come back to consummate those feelings.

  When I took that step toward her, I saw her react to my movement. Her lips had opened, her cheeks had flushed, and she had matched my actions, moving toward me at the same time. If she hadn’t blurted out that she had come for her bag, I was prepared to throw her down on the desk and fuck her right there and then.

  I’d left at once, driving a little too fast in an attempt to burn off excess tension and sexual energy, and arrived in record time to the country house.

  As I went about my weekend, I couldn’t help but imagine her joining me in everything I did. I wondered if she’d gone fishing before, where she grew up, if she considered herself more of a country girl or a city one.

  I wanted to know her, to really know her. Then again, maybe it was just my libido getting confused and making me think I actually had feelings for this girl when all I wanted to do was fuck her. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

  When I returned to the office, I knew it was time to focus on work. It would be hard to spend too long mooning over her if I were wrapped up in a challenging deal, and I had the perfect one in which to escape– the Masterson deal.

  We had been courting Masterson and Co. for more than two years, and they were our white whale. They were a British company who had first reached out to Artemis Tech about promoting a product of theirs eighteen months ago. They were hugely successful in Britain, and I knew if we could secure them for the US, we’d be on to something lucrative.

  I had been chipping away at them for months now, but still hadn’t managed to get them to commit. Now seemed the perfect time to finally get them on board. If anything were challenging enough to get my mind off Mona, it was securing Masterson.

  I called Neil up to the office first thing in the morning to let him know what I was planning. He sat across from me as I laid out my game plan, and his eyebrows raised higher and higher with each new detail. When I was done, he paused for a moment and eyed me suspiciously.

  “What is it?” I asked, shifting back and forth in my seat.

  Neil knew me better than anyone, and I had the feeling he had seen straight through my plan.

  “It seems like a lot of work,” he began slowly. “For something we don’t necessarily need at this time.”

  “Are you saying I shouldn’t do it?” I asked, cocking my head at him, defensively.

  He held his hands up.

  “I didn’t say that,” he replied, calmly, “but I think you have to figure out why, exactly, you’re doing this.”

  “To land the deal,” I shot back, firmly.

  He looked at me for a moment, and I could tell he was considering whether or not it was worth it to call me out on my obvious lie.

  “Is it about her?”

  Neil jerked his head toward Mona’s office door.

  Mona wasn’t in yet, and I had no idea how we were going to interact, given what happened on Friday. The thought made me nervous, and I hoped I could get out of the office by then.

  “What do you mean?” I demanded, assuming if I went hard then he might back down and forget about it.

  “I know she’s your type and that you don’t have a whole lot of restraint when it comes to the women who work for you,” he pointed out.

  I could tell he was trying to be delicate despite the bluntness of his words.

  “I don’t think of her like that,” I lied, swiftly, rolling my eyes and dismissing him. “I just want to land this deal, that’s all.”

  “As long as that’s all that it is,” he warned. “We can’t afford a repeat of the Jeannie situation.”

  “I know, I know,” I shot back, crabbily.

  He was right, but I didn’t want to admit it. Everything that happened with Jeannie had been pretty fucking unpleasant, and I had no desire to relive something like that again.

  “You sure? We can find someone else. Move her to another part of the company. We don’t have to dissolve her contract. It’ll be fine.”

  “No, no,” I shook my head. “I’m not interested in her like that. And besides, she’s a good assistant. I don’t want anyone else working for me right now.”

  “Whatever you say.”

  Neil nodded in agreement, rising to his feet.

  That was the thing about Neil. At the end of the day, he did trust me. He would put everything in place to cover our bases if things didn’t go to plan, but he did trust me, and I appreciated that more than he knew. I just had to earn his trust now, with the Mona thing, one way or another.

  “Good luck with Masterson, and keep me updated,” he said over his shoulder as he went for the door.

  “Of course,” I agreed and watched him leave.

  I hated that everyone knew about what happened with Jeannie and me, but that’s how it worked in a building like this. I should have kept it in my pants if I didn’t want a scandal. I wondered if Mona knew about all that yet. I’d be surprised if someone hadn’t told her, but then, maybe they at least had the good sense not to scare her off so early in the game.

  I ducked out early to go down to resources and pick up the files on all the interactions we’d had with Masterson over the last year and a half. I could have sent Mona to do it, but I wanted to put off seeing her for as long as was humanly possible. Even with my new found resolve, I wanted to avoid any uncomfortable situations.

  If she walked into our office and told me she wanted me right then and there, I knew all thoughts of this new deal would go straight out of my head, and I would be completely unable to resist her.

  I collected everything we had and went back upstairs. Mona’s office door was open just a crack. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, making sure she could hear me come in so I wouldn’t have to directly alert her to my arrival.

  She stuck her head out a moment later. Her hair was down around her shoulders, thick and wavy, and all I wanted was to rake my fingers through it as I kissed her hungrily.

  Damn it! So much for resolve..

  “Good morning,” she said shyly and nodding, her cheeks flushed. “Good weekend?”

  “Yes, thanks,�
�� I replied. Better if you had been there.“Could you clear my schedule of anything not totally vital for the next few days? I want to focus on something new, and I’m going to need all the time I can get.”

  “Of course,” she replied smoothly, her tone impenetrable. “What are you working on?”

  “A new deal,” I replied, vaguely. “Well, an old one, but this time I’m going to make it happen.”

  “Sounds interesting,” she said, grinning. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do to help.”

  “I will.”

  I nodded as she ducked back inside her office. I found my heart was thumping in my chest, almost dangerously fast for a man of my age. Jesus, I would need to work a little harder if just one mild conversation with her was enough to put me in this state.

  I sat down at my desk and focused. I had to go over our full history with the Masterson group and figure out what approaches worked best with them. Soon enough, I had completely lost myself in my work and had forgotten about everything else, even Mona.

  When I was confident in the best way to begin, I sent off an email and was surprised when I heard back within minutes from James Masterson himself, agreeing to speak with me later in the day.

  The rest of the afternoon sped by as I focused on my work, and it wasn’t until Mona stuck her head back out of her office with a panicked look on her face that I so much as looked up from my desk.

  “What’s up?” I asked, and a flash of amusement played on her face before she responded, as though what she had to say was pretty juicy.

  “There are two women downstairs waiting for you,” she announced. “Tracy Clements and Kyra Tan?”

  “Oh, fuck!”

  I got to my feet.

  “Didn’t you cancel all my appointments?”

  “I did,” she said. “Or at least, I tried to. Seems like Ms. Tan didn’t get the message, and Ms. Clements is here of her own accord.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered.

  Tracy and I had split up months before. Hell, we had hardly been in a relationship to begin with. What was she doing here?