by Sadie Grey
When I first learned about those terms when I was younger, I’d been furious with my parents’ meddling. How dare they dictate the way I lived my life? I thought they were cruel and ridiculous.
Now that I was older, I began to see the wisdom of their rules. I was actually ready to settle down and start a family. It was something I wanted, not just something I was being forced to do. The only problem was finding the right woman.
I’d been looking for a while, and I’d given up hope of ever finding a woman that excited me. Now that I’d found Janna, I had some hope again.
It all depended on what happened next.
I heard a timid knock at my office door. I stood up behind my desk.
“Come in,” I called out.
***
Janna
When I walked into Malcolm’s office, my breath caught in my throat. He looked exactly like he did in the picture I’d just been looking at, the one I’d just stared at while pleasuring myself.
Malcolm stood behind his massive desk with his arms crossed. The city sprawled out behind him like he was the master of it all. Only now it wasn’t just a still image. This was him in the flesh, and my heart ached at how amazing he looked.
More than ever, I hoped that he hadn’t caught me touching myself. I couldn’t bear the thought of him being angry at me or of disappointing him. Not Malcolm. Anyone but Malcolm.
“Close the door behind you,” he commanded.
The serious tone of his voice frightened me, and my hand trembled as I shut the massive wooden door. I hoped he couldn’t see how scared I was.
I turned around and walked to stand in front of his desk. He still stood there watching me. His expression remained neutral, but he didn’t look angry at least. That was a bit of a relief. Still, he hadn’t made any indication of why we were meeting.
The silence hanging between us was deafening. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“You said you have something to show me?” I asked.
Instead of answering, he came out from behind his desk and stood in front of me. Up close, he towered over me. I could smell the manly scent of him, and I realized he and I had never been this close before.
It was quite thrilling, staring into his deep blue eyes for real, instead of looking at a photograph. I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I wasn’t certain he’d called me up here to fire me.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time, Janna,” he said finally.
A shiver ran through me, and I felt my face go bright red. He knew. Son of a bitch, he knew. I tried to play it cool. Maybe he just meant that he’d been watching my performance at work. Well, not that performance, hopefully. It was a slim chance, but I wasn’t ready to face the alternative.
“I want you to see something,” he said, before turning back to his desk and hitting a button on his computer. Then he pointed off to my right.
A video was playing on an enormous screen mounted on the wall of his office. I blinked in surprise. I saw myself on screen with my hand buried between my legs.
Shame and guilt and fear surged through me in a sickening mixture. My whole body shook and I felt like I was about to faint.
I averted my eyes from the video, too embarrassed to continue watching. Malcolm stepped behind me. He reached around to grasp my chin and lifted my face so that I couldn’t look away.
“Please, sir, I don’t want to see. I’m so ashamed I could die.”
He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I need you to look. I need you to see what I see.”
I shut my eyes closed to block out the sight. “Please, I can’t. Let me clean out my desk and you won’t have to see me again.”
He laughed softly behind me. “Why? You’re not fired.”
I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”
“Just look,” he said.
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. It was clear in the video that I was looking at his picture while I touched myself. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, tears forming in my eyes.
“Please don’t apologize. Watch the video and tell me what you see.”
“I see myself making a huge mistake. I see something I never should have done. I see something you never should have seen.”
“That’s not what I see,” Malcolm said, placing his hands on my shoulders.
Despite the chaos of emotions whirling inside me, the touch of his hands felt good on my skin. They felt better than when I’d imagined it so many times before.
“What I see is a beautiful woman. A woman I would very much like to know.”
Did he really just call me beautiful? Malcolm freaking Reynolds thinks I’m beautiful?
“Oh come on,” I said. “You must think I’m some kind of freak.”
He laughed softly. “Quite the contrary. I find the whole situation quite a turn on.”
I turned around to face him. “What, really?”
He gazed down at me, the longing clear in his eyes. “If you were someone else, it might have been a little off putting, but something about you fascinates me, Janna.”
“Okay, so what now?” I asked, my mind a torrent of confusion.
“I have a proposition for you. All I ask is that you hear me out.”
I nodded.
“I need something and it’s quite a lot to ask.”
“What do you need?”
“I need an heir, and I need it soon. I want you to give it to me.”
“Wait, what the hell is happening right now?”
“The details aren’t important, but I’ve been searching for someone to settle down with and have a child. I’d like that someone to be you.”
***
Malcolm
I searched her eyes for her response. I could see the indecision battling within her.
“You’re right,” she said. “This is a lot to ask.”
“I know. It’s a crazy thing to ask, but I am asking.”
She stood silently, chewing her bottom lip while the gears turned in her head. I waited patiently for her reply. I knew she wanted me. The security footage was evidence enough of that. Still, I wasn’t asking her to have sex with me. I was asking her to make a life changing decision, and I’d dropped it on her out of the clear blue sky.
“Why me?” she asked finally.
“It’s complicated but the short version is I need to have an heir before my thirty-first birthday. My instincts are telling me you’re the right woman for the job.”
“Your instincts?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“They’ve never steered me wrong before.”
“So the only the reason you want to be with me is you’re under a deadline?”
“The deadline is what’s making me ask you now instead of trying things out the old-fashioned way. It was something I put off for a long time, and now the clock is officially ticking. I want to be with you because you’re smart, beautiful, and you have a wild side to you that I find utterly intriguing.”
She shook her head. “This is a really big decision. I don’t know what to say.”
I nodded. “I understand. You don’t have to answer me right now, but I do want you to think about it.”
She turned away from me and looked back at the video of her on the big screen. She didn’t seem embarrassed anymore. She almost looked fascinated watching herself. I imagined it wasn’t something she had ever seen before. Who looks at themselves while they pleasure themselves?
“Do you really think I look beautiful in this video?”
I settled myself behind her. “Not just in the video. But I have to admit that I like the Janna I see when she’s alone, unguarded and full of passion.”
“I wasn’t really alone, though, was I?”
“Well, not for the last month or so. That’s when the cameras were installed.”
“I’d be angry if it wasn’t for the fact that it got you to notice me.”
“Oh, I’ve more than noticed you.
I’ve become quite fascinated by you, Janna. Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?”
She shrugged. “Well, you obviously.”
I could tell she was shrinking away from me. That old embarrassment was holding her back again. She was trying to hide behind her public mask, and I couldn’t let that happen. The woman she pretended to be didn’t interest me. I wanted to know the real Janna.
I restarted the video. “But specifically, what were you thinking about today? Walk me through it.”
“Well, I started thinking about what it would be like to be with you.”
“Go on.”
The video on screen showed her hand disappear beneath her coat to massage her breast.
“I started thinking that my hands were your hands. I imagined that it was you touching me instead of me touching myself.”
I stood behind her and reached my hand around her body. “Like this?” I asked, running my fingers along the soft curve of her breast.
She exhaled in a sigh. “Yes, just like that.”
I caressed her in slow circles. Her nipple hardened at my touch and I teased it with my thumb. She leaned her body back against mine. My hard length pressed into her and I groaned at the feeling of finally being able to touch her after spending so many hours watching her from afar.
She rubbed her ass against my cock. That little bit of friction made me even harder. I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped my hands over her breasts. The feeling of her was intoxicating. As hot as the videos were, nothing compared to the real thing.
“What else did you think about?” I asked.
Her head fell back against my chest. I looked down at her. Her eyes were glued to the video, as if watching herself was a turn on. I had to admit it was a turn on for me as well. It was a potent mixture of fantasy and reality coming together.
“I imagined the feel of your arms around me. What it would be like to feel your firm chest and your hard cock.” She slid her hand between us and began stroking my erection in slow, long strokes. “I imagined what it would be like for you to kiss me.”
I leaned down and kissed her neck. “How’s that?” I murmured, letting the hot air of my breath tickle her skin.
“Amazing,” she sighed.
I spun her around. She yelped at the passion of my movements. Her eyes looked up at me and her lips were parted slightly. I pulled her body close to mine and I kissed her.
***
Janna
Malcolm’s kiss was electric. My entire body filled with warm heat at the feeling of his firm, insistent mouth. I had dreamed about this moment for such a long time, and now that it was here, it didn’t disappoint.
Neither did the rest of him.
His strong arms held me close to him. I felt his powerful muscles rippling against me as I pressed against him. His hard cock pressed into me and made my legs tremble with desire.
I pulled my lips from his to take a breath. His eyes bored into mine, burning with excitement.
“I can’t believe this is happening, Malcolm,” I said breathlessly.
“I was thinking the same thing, Janna. Now that I’ve got you in my arms, I never want to let go.”
I stood up on my tiptoes to kiss him again. He met my lips eagerly, his tongue probing into my mouth while his hands caressed my face. I moaned with pleasure into his mouth, swept away by the sheer madness of it all.
His strange offer didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was how good it felt to be close to him.
His hands slid down my body to cup my breasts. His touch sent jolts of pleasure down to my clit. I pushed my hips against his, desperate for more.
He lifted me in his arms and I did my best to wrap my legs around his waist. His strong arms carried me over to a couch along the wall. We fell down on the cushions in a tangle of limbs.
I was hungry to feel every inch of his body against mine. He seemed to feel the same way. His hands roved all over me, caressing me, stroking me, and turning me on in a way I never thought was possible.
His hand slipped up my skirt and he stroked me through my damp panties. The feel of his thick finger probing at me drove me wild. I gyrated my hips against his hand in rhythm with his strokes. This was definitely better than my fantasies.
I hiked my skirt up over my hips and spread my legs to give him better access. He grabbed my panties in his fist and tore them from my hips. I gasped at the raw lust radiating from him.
He gazed down at my dripping slit. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
Then he plunged his finger into my blazing pussy and I moaned at the feeling. He stroked me with a steady tempo with his thick finger while his thumb rubbed my clit. His touch had me moaning and panting like an animal.
I buried my face into his shoulder to muffle the sounds of my pleasure. His secretary was just outside the door, and I couldn’t bear it if she were to come in and interrupt us. I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. It would be like being awoken from a perfect, blissful dream.
And I never wanted this dream to end.
The feelings between my legs set my whole body ablaze. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me, thrilling my senses and overwhelming my brain. Everything else in the world fell away in that moment. All that mattered was the pleasure I felt.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to that delicious edge. The point of no return. I ground my hips into his hand, forcing myself to the brink.
And then I plummeted over the edge.
Bright light exploded in my brain and my entire body tensed up and trembled. My entire being buzzed with delight and I made a low wailing sound I couldn’t ever remember making before. That wasn’t a surprise. No man had ever made me feel like this before.
Not even close.
When I came down from my orgasm, I kissed Malcolm again, needing to feel his glorious lips again to assure myself that this was real. The passion in his kiss was definitely real.
I slid my body down over his and fell to my knees between his legs. He looked down at me with eager anticipation as I unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs. His boxers followed, revealing his thick, throbbing cock.
I gripped it in my fist. It was hot and hard in my hand. I leaned my head down and ran my tongue over his glistening tip. I loved the manly taste of him and I loved how hard he was for me. I never thought he would ever be interested in me, much less be this turned on by me.
I wrapped my lips over him. He groaned with pleasure and leaned his head back. I stroked him with my mouth, up and down, taking as much of him as I could. I stroked the base of his cock with my hands, using my own saliva to smooth my movements. I swear he swelled even thicker in my mouth.
“That feels amazing, Janna.”
He said my name with such passion and desire. It was like a drug. I would do anything for him as long as he kept saying my name like that forever. I redoubled my efforts on his thick shaft, until he was groaning and squirming beneath me.
I felt his hips buck and he filled my mouth with his pleasure. I sucked at him, milking every last drop.
“Holy shit,” he grunted. “You have no idea how much I needed that. You’re incredible.”
He stood up quickly and lifted me up onto the couch, reversing our positions so that his head was hovering between my legs. I trembled in anticipation.
He lowered his mouth to my dripping slit and kissed me like a lover would, long and deep. His tongue slid between my lips and I hissed with pleasure. I ran my hands through his thick, beautiful hair and pulled his head closer, needing more.
He licked at my folds and swirled his tongue around my clit in maddening spirals. My hips pumped against his gorgeous mouth, unable to keep still.
Through the haze of pleasure, I thought about how crazy this whole thing was. I had fantasized about Malcolm pleasuring me like this, but I never truly believed it would happen. Now I had this perfect, powerful man kneeling before me. His only desire was to make me feel good.
And he was am
azing at it.
“Don’t stop, Malcolm,” I panted. “Don’t ever stop.”
He slid a finger inside me while he licked my clit. The feeling of it was too much, and I came again, gushing my orgasm into his mouth. My thighs gripped his head as pleasure rocked through me like fireworks.
Slowly, the feeling began to recede and my body slumped into couch, filled with satisfaction. He lifted himself up and kissed me. I could taste my pleasure on his lips, and for some reason that turned me on even more.
