by Robinson, Cheryl; Smith, Meta; King, Joy; Parks, Electa Rome
I froze too, stiff as a board. I didn’t breathe. Didn’t dare to.
“Kennedy, I know this sounds crazy, but I have this overwhelming urge to touch you.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say or do. This man was my superior. With my back to him, I kept staring at the computer screen like it held all the answers. The secret to life. My mind was screaming, Yes, yes, yes, touch me, but my tongue wouldn’t verbalize it. I was in conflict because I would be going against my self-imposed work policy. Yet, I’d never had such a strong sexual attraction to any man before. Drake was the complete package: handsome, professional, financially secure, from the looks of it, well-rounded, and sexy. Drake had it all; he was every woman’s dream. Even Mother would approve.
“Kennedy?” he said, pressing his hand firmly against my shoulder.
I didn’t utter a word. I couldn’t. By now my chest was heaving up and down. My mind was screaming for me to stop this madness before it went too far. However, for once in my life I wasn’t thinking with my brain.
“Kennedy?” Every time Drake spoke my name, his right hand went down a little farther. Almost there.
“Kennedy, talk to me. Do you want this?” This time his hand made contact. I tensed up and immediately found myself relaxing as his fingers skillfully began caressing my breasts and hard, throbbing nipples. Without realizing it, I leaned into his hand. I embraced his touch.
“Hmmm. You feel so good. Just like I imagined. I dreamed about you the other night.” His fingers were kneading firmly, but gently. When he tweaked a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I swooned.
“Turn around, let me see you.” He proceeded to swirl my chair around, and I was flushed. I looked down at the floor.
Drake slowly, gently, lifted my chin back up. “Look at me.” His eyes never left mine as he proceeded to unbutton the tiny buttons on my shirt. He took his time. Drawing the anticipation out. I was breathing so deeply, I thought I would hyperventilate and need a brown paper bag to breathe into.
“Drake? I’m not sure about this.”
“Sssh. It’s okay,” he softly whispered, rubbing his index finger sensually across my lips. So light, it felt like a feather.
“Somebody might walk in.”
“Kennedy, take a chance. Trust me. They are all at lunch now. Besides, my associates know not to disturb me when my door is closed.
“Beautiful,” he said, proceeding to lift up my lacy bra and push it out of the way. My breasts were fully exposed, sitting high, and my nipples were already proudly erect. On display. Beckoning him.
There wasn’t any more talking. Drake bent down in front of me, without my permission, and proceeded to suck my breasts like a starving man. He was definitely a breast man because this went on for about thirty minutes with him sucking, touching, licking, and squeezing them until I moaned out loud several times. Perfect care was given to each breast.
Drake made me feel so good. I held onto the side of my chair and gave into the wonderful sensations as he pulled me near. The only sounds were our breathing, moaning, and his sucking. My nipples were as hard as they had ever been, and every time he tweaked them, I moaned out loud. He didn’t touch me anywhere else. Drake didn’t even kiss me, only my neck. Showered me with light, delicate kisses. Whispered in my ear. Sucked my breasts some more and tenderly bit down on my nipples. He was on a mission. Finally, he stopped abruptly and stood back up. I couldn’t read the blank expression on his face.
“Kennedy, you’re a sweet lady. So sweet,” he stated, gently cupping my face.
I didn’t respond.
He leaned back down and stroked my nipples between his fingers one more time. Had a nipple in each hand, pulling. Again, an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped me as I saw a small smile of victory grace his face.
“That should take the edge off,” he said with a sparkle in his eyes. “Listen, why don’t we knock off for today. We’ve accomplished a lot. Let’s meet again next week.”
“I don’t know,” I said, swiftly attempting to button up my shirt. Awkward. Tense.
“I’ve already talked with your manager, and she said I could have you for as long as I need you.”
“Did she?” I questioned.
“So, it’s settled. Same time next week,” he said, sitting on the edge of his desk and intensely watching me as I clumsily fastened the last button on my shirt. My breasts were straining to be free again. To be handled by him.
“Same time, then.”
“Sure.”
“How you feeling?” he asked, teasing my breasts through the fabric of my blouse and making me light-headed.
“Okay.”
“Just okay? Well, I haven’t done my job effectively.”
“I’m feeling great,” I volunteered too eagerly.
“That sounds better. Much better.”
Drake was still caressing. Probing. Feeling me up.
“Well, I’d better go.” I stood up on weak knees.
“Are you sure?” he asked, towering over me. Still touching me. Hand underneath my shirt. Squeezing. Fondling. Tweaking.
“I’d better get back; I only allocated two hours for this project,” I barely managed to get the words out.
Drake had sat back on the edge of his desk, and he stared at me with lust-filled eyes as he gently pulled me to him, within his open legs. I clearly saw the outline of his hard, thick dick. He saw me looking and grinned. I quickly looked away, feeling like I’d been caught by the teacher doing something naughty.
Pressing my hand against his erection, he lowered his head and bit down on each nipple through my shirt, then stated, “If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” I managed to mutter. “I have to go.” A lump had formed in my throat.
Palming my butt cheeks and pulling me into him, he said, “You have pretty breasts.”
“I really have to go.”
“Take care, then,” he said, pulling down and smoothing out my shirt.
I proceeded to gather my pen, purse, and other belongings. I was totally confused as to what had just happened. I knew what had occurred, but Drake was now acting like nothing was out of the ordinary. He was seated at his desk and writing something on a Post-it note. Oblivious to my departure.
“See you next week,” I said, for lack of anything better to say. My trembling hand was on the doorknob.
“And Kennedy?” Drake stated right before I opened the door. He didn’t even look up.
“Yes?”
“Next Friday, wear a skirt.”
The Seduction Continues…
Dear Journal,
After what transpired in Drake’s office, I should have run for the high hills. I’ve never, ever, done anything like that in my life. I can’t believe I let it happen. Maybe it was the thrill and excitement, perhaps it was doing things that were not in my character, maybe it was because Drake was my superior, or perhaps it was because Drake brought out a level of sexuality in me that I didn’t know existed.
To my credit, I will admit that during the preceding week, I debated back and forth whether I’d show up at the appointed time. To be honest, I could have easily gotten out of it by telling my manager that my workload was too heavy. I purposely avoided Drake by not venturing into our lobby area during lunch, not even to take care of personal matters. I literally camped out in my cubicle and hoped that he wouldn’t call. Every time an internal call came through, I prayed it wasn’t Drake.
I was totally confused over what happened. My feelings flip-flopped back and forth. One minute I was flattered that he liked me, the next I wondered did he really like me or did he think I was some sort of whore for what I let him do to me. One thing I was sure of, I was very attracted to Drake. Probably more attracted to him than any other man I had ever met. It didn’t help that word had gotten out about him on my floor and my coworkers were constantly making comments about the sexy new manager upstairs and what he could do for them.
Basically, for seven days my mind
was in a total state of chaos. My emotions bounced back and forth like a tennis match. When Friday finally arrived, I still wasn’t sure what my final decision would be. I had picked up the phone several times to cancel our appointment and make up some excuse as to why I needed to. However, there was just something about Drake that drew me to him. I couldn’t stay away until I learned and experienced more.
At my designated time, I found myself taking the elevator up to his floor. As requested, I was dressed in a casual skirt and top. I don’t know why Drake made that particular request, but I obliged him. As usual, I knocked on the closed door, heard Drake’s sexy voice requesting that I come in. I took two deep breaths, because it was now or never, and stepped into the office of the man who, in the months that followed, I’d blindly love and follow.
“Hi.” I smiled timidly. Being in Drake’s presence brought out all my insecurities. I always wondered if I looked pretty enough or was intelligent enough. After all, he could have his pick of women. Why choose me?
“Hey, Kennedy. Give me a minute,” he stated in a direct, professional tone. He hadn’t even looked up from his paperwork.
“Take your time.” In my nervousness, I found myself playing with a strand of my hair and biting down on my bottom lip.
Drake, dressed in a pair of linen pants and button-down shirt, looked very serious today. There was no indication of what had gone down only a week earlier. This day, he was Mr. Professional. I was beginning to think that I’d imagined the entire incident; maybe it was an erotic dream.
He proceeded to pull out the final stack of reports and place it next to me on the desk. We were in our usual position: me sitting at his desk, in his chair, and Drake sitting on the edge of his desk or standing up behind me.
“Looks like we can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel,” he said.
“Looks that way.”
“Kennedy, you’ve been a great help.”
“Really, I’m just doing my job.”
“I must say I’m going to miss your company. Where have you been keeping yourself this week?” Finally. He was giving me his undivided attention.
“What do you mean?” I asked as he walked up behind me and glanced out his window, overlooking the city. Without turning around in my chair, I sensed him checking me out.
“I usually see you in the elevator or catch a glimpse of you in the lobby, but this week I didn’t run into you. I looked for you. Hoped to see you. Seeing you, even for a few seconds, always makes my day. You’re a breath of fresh air.”
I blushed. “Oh, I’ve had a lot of paperwork to catch up on and not to mention my growing to-do list.”
“Well, I hope I haven’t put you behind schedule.”
“No, we are unusually busy for this time of the year; this is not the norm.”
“This makes me appreciate you helping me out all the more.” There was that perfect smile again. I shivered when I thought of those lips nibbling on my neck.
“You’re welcome.”
By now he had moved and was sitting in the chair across from his desk. The one usually reserved for visitors. For a moment the only sound in the room was our breathing. Self-conscious, I looked down. Drake continued to stare intensely at me.
“I really like you Kennedy Logan. You know that? I could get into you.”
I didn’t comment; didn’t know what to say.
“I know this could be complicated for both of us, but I’d love to see you outside the office. I don’t typically mix business and pleasure, but there’s something about you that’s different, worth breaking the rules for. I can’t get you off my mind. I’m seriously feeling you.”
“Me either…I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“Well, we are adults. We can handle this. There are exceptions to everything. Right? Rules are made to be broken.”
I didn’t respond. My thoughts were racing, bumping, colliding into each other at rapid speed.
“And I’m sure we could be discreet. No one has to know.”
I glanced down at my Fossil watch. “We’d better get started. Don’t you think?”
Drake glared at me for a few seconds and then he smiled that fabulous, one hundred watt smile. The one that made my heartbeat speed up, my pulse race, and my legs quiver.
“Don’t say another word. I understand. Lets get started…on this paperwork.”
Drake and I worked diligently for the next forty-five minutes or so. I didn’t want to see another stack of printouts for a long, long time. We had accomplished quite a bit in a short span. Now, he was joking around and telling me about some of his encounters since coming to work for our company. He had the diction and movements of some of the senior managers down to a science. He had me in stitches with his imitations. I’d never laughed so hard. I told him he missed his calling, he should have been a stand-up comedian on BET. Our mood had quickly switched from business to playful in a matter of minutes. He took me totally off guard when he asked, “Why haven’t you mentioned what happened between us?”
I hesitated and crossed my legs. “I don’t know, I thought maybe I had imagined the entire thing.”
“No, it definitely was real,” he stated, looking at me from his spot back on the edge of the desk.
“Oh,” was all I could say.
“You are too funny, Kennedy. You’ve never done anything like that before, have you?” he asked, amused.
“No, I can’t say that I have, not in a professional setting anyway.”
“See, that’s what so refreshing about you. There is so much you haven’t experienced. You’ve lived a sheltered life, Kennedy Logan.”
“Well, I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
“It’s not bad. You just need to loosen up and let go sometimes. Don’t freak out over everything. Life is too short not to try to experience all it has to offer.”
“That’s funny, you sound just like my friend, Taylor.”
“Well, she’s right. We’re right,” Drake proclaimed proudly.
“I’m not sure I know how to let loose. I’m pretty boring.”
“Don’t worry. Stick with me. I can show you things, Miss Logan, that you wouldn’t believe or couldn’t perceive before.”
“I bet you can, Mr. Collins,” I stated, boldly flirting with him now.
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-eight, with a June birthday.”
“Oh, so that makes you a Gemini. Y’all love hard–give your all in relationships. See, I’m up to par on astrology.”
“You are crazy,” I laughed, forgetting where we were.
“Am I? I think I’m a thirty-year-old man who speaks his mind and goes after what he wants. And I want you,” he stated, only inches from my face now. I smelled the mint he had only a few minutes earlier popped into his mouth. “I typically get what I want.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really.”
With that, Drake came and kneeled down in front of my chair. I noticed the muscles of his thighs expand and bulge against the fabric of his pants. Seconds later, while he cupped my chin and looked deep into my eyes, he moved his other hand from my ankles up to my thighs, taking my skirt with him in one swift swoosh. I instantly closed my eyes and let out a surrendering sigh. I couldn’t fight this. When I opened them again, he had my skirt pulled up, showing off my silky red panties as his large hand rubbed and massaged between my open thighs. Already I experienced a warmness spreading and radiating within.
“Pull those off,” Drake demanded.
“Pardon me?”
He laughed and repeated himself, “You heard me. Pull those off.” Whispering now. “Take off your panties.”
“I don’t know, Drake, somebody might walk in.” I could barely think with him opening my legs and touching me.
“They won’t. Trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?” His middle finger found my spot, as it slid underneath my panties. Dove in deep. Pulled out and pushed in with two fingers.
I nodd
ed my head. With my eyes never leaving his face, I took a deep breath, stood up and slipped my panties off and dropped them to the floor, then just stood there, not knowing what to do next. With his hands on my shoulders, Drake slowly pushed me back down into his chair. He spread my legs as wide as they’d go and went to work. I allowed him to do whatever with me. I didn’t fight him. I didn’t protest. I didn’t say no. I…simply…surrendered.
First, he placed his gorgeous face down there and gently rubbed it around. Then his tongue proceeded to do things to me that my mind had only imagined. At one point he had to put his free hand over my mouth to muffle my intense moans. Drake was relentless with his mouth and fingers. He knew exactly what to do to get my body to respond. I was putty in his hands. Mere molding clay. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but come.
