by Roya Carmen
“How does it feel?”
I let out a soft moan. “It feels amazing… and so frustrating.” The desire in me melts my inhibitions. “I want to make myself come.” I struggle for breath. “I want you to make me come.”
He lets out another growl, the sound so fucking primal. “Bring your hands to your navel. Trail them around your lower stomach, glide them along your hips…”
My fingers seem to dance along my skin, teasing, taunting. “Please let me touch myself,” I plead, the sound of my voice almost a cry.
“Be patient,” he scolds. “The longer you tease yourself, the better your reward.”
I arch my back off the bed, and it thumps against the wall. I’m thankful my bedroom is tucked away in the attic, far from everyone else’s. “You’re killing me.”
He laughs, and the sound is so delicious. “I think I’ve made you suffer enough. Now I want those greedy fingers of yours to dig into your sweet pussy. Can you do that for me?”
“Oh yes…” My fingers finally explore below. I slide them along my silky lips and press them against my swollen clit. The feeling is mind-blowing. As I rub slowly up and down, I know it won’t take me long to climax. As the sensations overwhelm me, I moan and whimper.
“I love that. I love hearing you, Ruby.”
I don’t want this to end. I pull my fingers away and drag them over my pubic bone. I’m not ready to climax yet.
“Tell me what you feel like,” August whispers. “Are you wet?”
I can barely utter words. “I-I’m soaked.”
“Are you bare? Or do you have lovely, soft, silky curls?”
As my hands travel back to my sex, I struggle to answer. “I-I’m bare, Mr. Hyde.”
Another growl. “I love that.”
“I’m going to come. I want—”
“Not so fast, Miss Riverstone. Pull your hand away right this instant.”
What???
“I want you to trail your hand back to your mouth,” he says.
I do as I’m told, and I’m shocked by my behaviour. He has managed to turn me into such a docile, obedient girl. The realization concerns me a little.
“I want you to suck your fingers and taste yourself. Each and every single finger…”
Fuck… the man is dirty. But I love it. I follow his orders, bringing my fingers to my mouth, a little unsure. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never tasted myself.
“Tell me how you taste.”
I close my eyes, still consumed by lust for this man whose voice intoxicates me. I want him to be the one tasting me. “Different… sweet… and salty.”
He laughs softly. “I bet you do. I bet you taste delicious. I can’t wait to taste you.” His voice his breathless, ragged, and all over the place.
I imagine him again – naked, buried under thousand-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets. And I wonder if he’s jerking off. I can’t tell. “Are you hard, August?”
He lets out a long groan. “Fuck… yes, I’m hard.”
“Let me come,” I beg. “Please.”
“Yes…” he finally concedes. “You deserve to climax, my sweet Ruby. I want to hear you come.”
I close my eyes as I slide my hand down to my wet, swollen sex. “I want to hear you come too.”
He moans loudly, his breathing a complete mess. “Are… are you sure? This is about your pleasure, not mine.”
“I want you to. The thought of the both us getting off together arouses me even more.”
As I continue teasing myself, I wait for him. His breaths are ragged but soft at first. Gradually, his breathing becomes harsh, faster, louder, and I know he’s stroking his cock. I close my eyes and imagine him as I rub myself into oblivion. I imagine the profile of his perfect face, his smooth long torso, the curve of his ass, the bulk of his arms as he pleasures himself. This feels so amazing – it’s almost as good as the real thing. I want the sensations to go on and on, but I know they can’t. My bed clanks softly against the wall as I stoke faster, pleasure myself harder, chasing that release.
As the pressure builds and my orgasm finally overtakes my whole body, all I see is August. I hear the familiar sounds of a man’s climax – hard and primal – and it heightens my own. Sensations and emotions blend together into the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had.
As I reluctantly fall back to reality, I hear August’s ragged breathing, his body recovering as well. I can’t believe what we’ve just done. I’m not sure what to say as I struggle to catch my breath. Do I say anything? What does one say following phone sex with her boss? Dread fills me as I wonder how I’m ever going to be able to face him again.
“Ruby? Are you okay?”
The room suddenly feels chilly, and I tuck myself under the sheets. “I’m amazing.”
“Me too…”
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
He laughs softly. “Well, none of that tomorrow. It’s right back to work.”
I bite my lip, anticipating the day ahead. “Let’s never speak of this again,” I suggest, mildly mortified. “Let’s pretend it never happened.”
He laughs. “Well, I’m afraid I disagree with you. I think it should definitely be discussed, but we’ll deal with that tomorrow. For now, I think I should let you get some rest. You have a big day ahead, and I hear your boss is quite the taskmaster.”
I laugh. “Yep, he’s pretty bossy.”
His soft laughter makes me smile as he bids me farewell. “Sweet dreams, Ruby.”
I lay my head on my pillow, exhausted, as reality fades into dream. Only one thought rattles around in my head… I just had phone sex with my boss.
August
My mind is so full of her. She’s all I can see. The lovely curves of her legs in the tall heels I gave her. Those lovely heavy auburn locks cascading over her delicate shoulders. Those striking blue eyes. The perfect porcelain-like skin. The golden cross she wears occasionally. I wonder if she’s a good girl. Does she go to church? Does she follow the teachings of the Bible?
And that sensual ruby red bottom lip. When she digs her teeth into it when she speaks of my book, I know. I know that beneath the sensible clothes, under the façade, she’s a naughty girl. She might go to church, but she’s the kind of woman who would let me have her any way I desire. One could chalk it up to male intuition, I suppose.
Those are the thoughts that consume me when I send her a Facebook message. It doesn’t take long to sense what she wants. Even without the usual physical cues, her words are telling. And that playful wink. Suddenly, driven by desire, I lose all inhibition. I want to hear her sexy voice. I desperately want to arouse her.
I know where we’re going as soon as she says hello. I will seduce her, then I will please her. Words are a powerful thing. As a writer, I know that better than most. Armed with only my voice and my words, I know I will make her come and hear the beautiful sounds of her climax.
When I finally hear her lovely sounds, her sensual song is even more amazing than I could have imagined.
Unfortunately, as a result, I barely get a wink of sleep, too obsessed with how to handle this. I realize I’ve crossed the line. If Ruby were anyone else, I would be concerned about a sexual harassment lawsuit, but I know we have an unspoken understanding. She enjoyed our little tryst as much as I did. Yet I worry about how I will handle the future – the complex implications of this new sexual dynamic and our employer-employee relationship. Rules need to be set. A proper course of action needs to be explored.
Ruby is at my door at nine o’clock on the dot. She is lovely. Dressed in a virginal white tweed suit, she looks like an angel. I want to grab her and kiss her senseless, but all I manage to do is shoot her a tight smile.
“Good morning, Miss Riverstone,” I say – force of habit, I suppose. I know I need not be so formal after the night we shared. I listened to her pleasure herself and vice versa. As far as intimate moments go, that was an extraordinary one.
She smiles sweetly. She understands
I’m extremely ill-at-ease. So is she. As she slowly makes her way to my desk – wearing the Louboutins again – I harden. Her cries of pleasure come back to mind, and I know I won’t get any work done unless I address the problem as soon as possible. I ask her to take a seat.
Miko flutters. He bobs his head from side to side; popping sounds fill the room. He’s happy to see her. “Ruby,” he croaks, just like a friendly little old neighbour. He may as well be holding a coffee with one feather, and the daily paper with the other.
She smiles. “Hello, Miko. How are you?”
He lets out a loud whistle almost if he’s answering her.
“Damn, that bird is smart,” she quips as she takes a seat at my desk.
I laugh. “Yes. Smarter than me. That’s why I love him.”
Yes, I certainly haven’t behaved intelligently. I’ve let lust lead my actions, the logical side of me rendered lifeless by my intense desire for Ruby. I need to rectify the situation as soon as possible.
“Well, I like how he calls me Ruby and sticks with it,” she says playfully. “None of this silly Miss Riverstone business.”
I smile. “Well, Miss Riverstone…”
I know she hates it when I’m so formal. I think I do it to keep her on her toes. One must be careful. The path to familiarity and intimacy is often too easy to travel. It’s too easy to stroll along without even realizing you’ve already walked a mile toward somewhere you shouldn’t be. And when you turn to make your way back, you see the path has disappeared. You’ll fight to walk backward, but you’ll stumble. And once you fall, there is no getting up. As hard as you may struggle, love will keep pushing you down. Love is relentless that way. Love is stubborn. Love is a hell of a bully.
I know what we’ve shared was just sex – a beautiful moment of lust. I have no interest in exploring more. My heart still belongs to Olivia. Yet I’m drawn to Ruby, and I know I can’t be without her. I wonder if she and I are on the same page. I need to make sure we are before we proceed. In my mind, there is absolutely no room for intimacy or any kind of emotional attachment.
I walk to the door and close it gently – our conversation will require privacy. As I walk back to my desk, I clear my throat, dreading the words I need to say. But I know they’re necessary. I crave Ruby. I want to explore every inch of her, taste her, and sink into the hells and heavens with her. But I cannot let myself do that until I make sure she understands what this is.
“We have a lot to discuss,” I say.
She nods quietly.
“I think it’s quite obvious that I am strongly attracted to you, Ruby.”
She nods, her eyes turning a deeper shade of blue. I’m arousing her already, and I have just started.
“I believe that you are attracted to me as well. Am I right in making this assumption, Ruby?” I address her in a formal tone as I struggle to prevent intimacy.
She nods again. “Very much.”
Her lips remain parted, her eyes dark, and at that moment, all I want to do is take her over my desk and get my fill of her. I swallow my desire and nod, struggling not to lose my composure. “Now, the question is… do we want to take this further? Do we want to enter into a sexual relationship?” Before she can say a thing, I’m quick to add, “I know I do. Very much so.”
She closes her eyes, and her voice trembles when she says, “Me too. Very much.”
God…
My stomach feels heavy, and I’m heady with desire as I struggle to go on and not just take her right then. “That’s good. The attraction is mutual.” I’m not too sure where I’m heading with this since I’ve never been in this kind of situation before nor anything resembling it. “What I am proposing is…” I scramble to find the right words. I don’t want to scare her away. I don’t want to sound vulgar either. After all, what I’m about to suggest is a purely sexual relationship, and I have no clue how I should approach this proposal. “I’m proposing…”
I find myself completely taken aback. I hadn’t realized this would be so challenging. I inhale a long breath, willing myself to get this done.
“I’m proposing we have a purely sexual relationship. At this point in my life, I have no interest in more. I think you are absolutely amazing and I desire you beyond logic. I want us to pleasure each other, to quench our thirsts. But there can absolutely not be anything more. No attachment beyond the intimacy inherent in sexual relations.” I stop to take a breath.
She sits there silently, clearly stunned. I can see this isn’t what she expected. She lowers her head, her mouth a tight line. She stares at her hands for the longest time. She then raises her gaze slowly to mine and sighs.
A hint of a frown traces her features as she says, “I’ll have to think it over, Mr. Hyde.”
I’m not surprised by her formal address. I know she understands the need for formality.
She lowers her head again, shoulders hunched. She crosses her arms as she looks at me again. “I’m kind of an emotional person. I’m not sure if I could do what you ask.”
We both sit still, but the room isn’t silent; Miko is agitated, almost as if he knows all is not well.
She’s the first to break the dreadful tension. “But I want to be with you so badly, August. It’s all I can think about. Touching you, kissing you… being with you.”
I’ve never wanted another woman as much as I want her right then. “Perhaps we could venture into such a relationship, and as soon as you feel uncomfortable in any way, you could let me know. It could be terminated at any moment.”
“But what about my job?” she asks. “What if we break up? What then?”
She obviously does not quite understand. “Ruby, if there are no emotions involved, I believe we can easily end the sexual relationship and remain colleagues.”
She winces as she shakes her head. Yes, perhaps my idea is deluded. It doesn’t look good for me. It doesn’t look good at all. I fear I’ve completely failed, and now I will never get to have her. The thought drives me to near madness.
She clears her throat and sits up straighter, very much the sophisticated professional woman she is. “I’ll have an answer by the end of the day.”
It’s not quite the answer I had hoped for, but I’ll take it. “Perfect. There’s no rush. I also want to draw up an informal agreement.”
She almost falls off her seat. “A what?!”
I know I’ve surprised her. “Just a few rules I think we should adhere to, documentation to record that you are indeed in agreement with this type of arrangement, uh, relationship, and that you have no intention of ever bringing this matter to a legal court. Just a precaution.”
Her face falls. I’ve completely blindsided her, and now I’m sure there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell she’ll take me up on my offer.
“You think I’m going to sue you for sexual harassment?” she snaps. “Who do you think I am? An opportunistic trollop?”
“No, no, no,” I say, attempting to rectify my blunder. “I am your employer, Ruby. I just need to cover my tracks.”
She jerks to her feet. “That’s it. This is stupid. And the answer is no. If I lose my job over this, I will sure as hell sue you, you… you… you womanizer.”
She dashes out of my office so fast Miko flutters wildly in his cage.
“Shhh… shhh…” I whisper, calming him.
Following a little thrashing about, he finally settles on his perch. He turns his head in my direction, silently asking what the fuck just happened. My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. My chest feels so heavy I can barely breathe. I wanted this so much.
“That did not go well at all,” I mutter to Miko. “I really messed up.”
“I really messed up,” he parrots.
I smile. That’s just what I need – having this thrown back in my face. As destroyed as I feel, I can’t help but smile.
Ruby
HR Situation #4
Employer initiates contact with employee on social media. Proceeds to audio call her and essen
tially seduces her. Employee is extremely aroused, very receptive, and follows all his commands. He asks her to touch herself, and she does so with great enthusiasm.
HR Situation #5
Employer proposes possible sexual relationship with employee. Said relationship would apparently require a written agreement. Employee is very interested in said proposal because she is just so damn horny.
Fuck.
I kick off my shoes and plop on my desk chair. I massage my scalp, willing all the stress to disappear, but it sticks. This is such a fucked-up situation. Seriously… Boss. Secretary. It doesn’t get more cliché than that. Well, at least he’s not married.
I’m still reeling from his proposal. How dare he propose a contract to ensure I don’t go all Fatal Attraction on him. And let’s not forget the little fact that I work for him. He’s paying me a salary. If he fucks me over his desk, does that make me a whore? For all these reasons, my answer is a big NO.
Yet I think of how damn amazing I felt when his soft voice practically brought me to climax all on its own. I barely needed to touch myself. There’s just something so intoxicating, so seductive about the man. Just the sight of his lips and his striking eyes – so mercurial, at times they’re green and at others, they’re as blue as the sky. And his shoulders in those tight-fitting sweaters and his gorgeous hair – it looks so soft. I’m itching to dig my fingers into it. His hands, long and sensual, the fingers of a pianist. God… everything about him screams, “Say yes! Let the man fuck you already!”
I’m going insane. I must look at this problem logically. I rip out a sheet from my notebook – the one with the puppy wearing glasses on the cover. I need to write down some ground rules of my own. Where do I start?
First…
The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that I do not want to have sex on his dime. Between the hours of nine in the morning and five in the afternoon, he does not get to lay a finger on me. This is non-negotiable. I chew on my pen, imagining us together. I really don’t know what’s ahead or what to expect. He showed me a whisper of how he is in bed – a bit dominant, bossy, playful, extremely arousing, but also considerate.
