I turn my face from the glass, realizing I just smeared lipstick on it. Trying to cover my smudge I rub my sleeve on the window, making it worse.
"I can lead a double life. Cake on the weekends and this apartment during the week. Cake will never find out.”
Henrik nods and pulls a tissue from his pocket and wipes away the smudge from the window. I feel my cheeks flame. First I spill the contents of my purse, then smudge up his window, what's next? Will I accidentally poop on his floor? Can I be any more of a doofus?
He reaches over to cup my chin and brings it towards him. Oh my God he's going to kiss me. Do I want him to kiss me? He accused me of some terrible stuff at the coffee shop and has really screwed with my brain the past few months. It would be wise for me to back away from him and walk out that door. Oh who am I kidding, I'm far from wise. Kiss away Henrik!
I close my eyes and start to pucker my lips when I feel something brushing my chin. Oh, he likes to start slow. Okay I can get into that. There is another brush of my cheek and I moan to help him along.
"Did I press too hard Morgana?"
"Oh no Henrik it felt just right. I..." I open my eyes to see him with the tissue trying to wipe my cheek. Suddenly it occurs to me I have smeared lipstick on my face. He's being gentlemanly and cleaning it up, while I moan and tell him how right it feels. Please kill me.
"The shower is ready Miss. I have ordered your pants and it will arrive while you are cleaning. I shall lay it on the guest bed for you."
I look over to see Winston pointing down the hall. To escape my mortification as quickly as possible without looking back at Henrik, I follow Winston down the hall to a large gray bedroom that has a king sized bed in it. We round the corner to a gorgeous en-suite bathroom. I stop at the door as my eyes gaze upon what can only be described as one of the wonders of the world. It is magnificent.
If I die and go to heaven and have to use its bathroom, it wouldn't come close to the beauty that lay before me. The shower has eight heads. Eight! And I can walk straight into it, no door, no curtain; it's just part of the room. Everything is gray tile and dark brown wood with bright white porcelain sinks.
"I think I just had an orgasm in my pants."
Winston, without a misstep, hands me my fluffy white, soft as a baby's ass towel and says, "Very good Miss. Will that be all?"
I nod, knowing I will be incapable of forming words for a while. He leaves, closing the door behind him. That's when I take off my clothes faster than I ever have before. I only wish I owned tear away clothing like porn stars for this exact moment.
Walking over to the shower I notice the flooring is heated. Nice! Pressing a few buttons I figure out quickly how to get all the shower heads running to the perfect temperature. I step in with my arms raised in a V, and I have the Hallelujah chorus playing in my head.
After a few minutes of conducting an imaginary orchestra and then segue into an air guitar solo I decide to actually clean myself. Picking up a pink sponge (I'm thinking Henrik likes pink) I pour on the floral smelling body wash and get to work. Oh I make sure I use long, slow strokes. Don't want to leave this shower to soon. Need to get nice and pruney.
After finishing up my face and hair I reluctantly turn off the shower. There are streams coming from my eyes, but it's isn't shower water. Staring in the mirror I frown.
"I want to live here, forever."
Heart pipes up, "Morgana you can! Just propose to Henrik. He is the man of your dreams..."
My Brain breaks into the conversation, "Morgana, don't listen to her. Marrying a man solely for the purpose of living in his apartment is a bad idea. While I think it a wise investment to consider a marriage proposal from him, if one should arise in the future, based on his income, there should be more to base your decision on. Like is he loving, caring, would he make a good father, or does he have a violent side, verbally abusive..."
"Oh my God you both shut up! Henrik and I aren't getting married!"
I'm startled by a knock at the bathroom door.
"Yes?"
"Morgana, are you alright? I thought I heard someone talking in there," Henrik's voice comes from behind the door.
"Yeah, just talking to myself." Good one Morgana. Like it's the most normal thing TO TALK TO YOURSELF!
He's laughing again. Great he thinks I'm an idiot. Which isn't too far off point given my track record with him.
"Okay, well your new jeans are here. I also have lunch in the dining room if you’re hungry. I'll leave you to your self-conversation."
I bend over the counter to rest my elbows on it and flop my head in my hands. This man turns me into a bumbling idiot. Brain can you help me out a little today, I really need it.
"I'll try Morgana, but you don't always listen to what I have to say. If I tell you something you have to promise you will do it, okay?"
I nod and stand with determination. Pounding my fist on the counter and whisper yell, "I am Morgana the woman with a shapely hip and a shapely tit, but try and repress me and I will throw a fit!"
After my rousing rhyme I find a hair dryer in the cabinet beneath the sink and dry my hair. Finally when I am done I grab my clothes and boots off the floor and walk out into the cool bedroom. Throwing everything on the floor I pick up a white box with a blue ribbon wrapped around it on the bed. As I open it and push the blue tissue paper out of the way I see lace. Pink lace. Reaching in I grab it and pull out a very delicate bra and panty set.
The man likes pink. My excitement from the lacy garments has me doing a jig while twirling the panties in the air. After a few moments and some bumbling attempts I get on the underwear and bra. I notice a full length mirror on the door to the hallway and go to inspect myself.
Wow, I look good. Sexy. Deciding this moment shouldn't be wasted I pretend I'm Beyonce in any of her videos and ungulate into the mirror. A little twerking here and some hip rattling there, with some chest thrust thrown in for good measure. Someone needs to be filming this because talent should never be wasted.
I am humping the floor when I hear a soft knock and the door open. Looking up I see Henrik staring down at me with his eyes narrowed and his mouth curled in a smirk.
"Have you decided to attack floors now?"
In the few months I have known Henrik I have had multiple face plants that involve chairs. One he was sitting in at the time. He accused me of attacking chairs; I told him they attack me. We agreed to disagree.
I hop up and grab the large white garment bag on the bed to cover myself.
"A lady never reveals her secrets. Now if you don't mind I am not fully dressed."
He doesn't leave. In fact he walks inside and closes the door behind him.
Chapter 6
Morgana's Problem: Henrik Payne
Henrik's eyes are dark and he's changed his clothes from gray slacks to form fitting dark jeans and a dark blue sweater. In a word he looks fan-fucking-tastic.
I am hugging the bag tightly to my body as he steps in front of me. Praying he can't tell that my nipples have turned into spikes and the new panties are sodden.
"Okay Morgana, you wanted me to help you out and now is the time for help. You need to tell him to go away so you can get dressed. He is your boss."
"I know Brain, but he is just so good looking and sexy and God, I just want to see what's under that sweater and jeans. Okay I want to see him naked, just a little bit," I telepathically communicate to my Brain.
"What did I say? I would only help you if you did what I said. If you don't do what I say now I won't even think of helping you in the future."
Henrik starts to unzip the garment bag that I am clutching.
"Let me get these clothes out for you Morgana," his voice deepens as he reaches into the bag, tugging at the green fabric and releasing it from the hanger. He holds it up to inspect it, turning the blouse to see from every angle.
"Yes, I think this is perfect. Janice, my personal shopper, did a great job picking this out in such a short period of time." He t
urns his head to mine and smirks. "Now let’s get this bag out of the way so we can get you in this pretty little thing."
His hand reaches for the bag and I easily give way releasing it to the ground.
"Morgana! Earth to Morgana are you in? Make him go away." Brain is doing her best to reach me but it's of no use. I have been hypnotized by Henrik and all his manliness.
Henrik groans as his eyes gaze down my body. His fingers flutter across the lace on my chest and his nails scrape over my nipples causing me to gasp. Henrik's eyes flicker up to mine.
"The color suits you Morgana." I can feel his hand moving down my stomach until he grazes the line of my panties on my hip. His finger moves back tracing the edge until he slips a few under pulling me into his body. The tips of his fingers graze my folds and I feel the rumble from his chest as another groan escapes.
"You are so fucking wet." He plunges inside me without hesitation and I reach for his shoulders to steady myself. Henrik rocks my body into his and I feel his erection dig into my stomach.
I'm afraid. Not that this is wrong and we shouldn't over step the boss/assistant line, but that he'll pull away again. I don't know if I can handle another one of his 'mistakes'.
"Please don't stop," I whisper and look up into his darkening blue eyes. As his hand leaves my pussy I can feel my heart breaking. Not again. Oh God, not again.
Before I have time to protest he pushes the fingers into my mouth as his other hand drops the blouse to cup the back of my head. Leaning me close he whispers, "Never again Morgana. I'm done fighting this. You are going to give me everything I want. I'm going to make that sweet little pussy of yours throb while I lick you, eat you, and finally fuck you."
Oh God! Yes please!
I feel Henrik's lips fall to my neck as he starts to taste me. My hands move down to his stomach and I try to lift his sweater but he moves away pulling his fingers from my mouth.
"Oh no Sweetcakes. You have been a bad little assistant," he explains while walking around me. I hear him stop behind me, feeling him tug until my bra loosens. I let it fall to the floor.
"Take off your panties," his deep voice booms out the demand causing me to shiver. I tug at the damp lace until it hits the ground.
"Pick them up Sweetcakes and hand them to me."
Is it odd that I really like it when he calls me Sweetcakes? I am probably setting the women's lib movement back fifty years, but if he keeps this up I might just come without being touched.
I don't have to worry about not being touched when I feel his hand rub my ass as I bend over to retrieve my panties. When I give them over his eyes are focused on me as he brings the damp garment to his nose and inhales.
Oh God, I want to rip his clothes off right now!
Henrik walks over to the bed and sits on the edge tapping his thigh. I can see the thick bulge straining to get out of his jeans.
"Bend over Morgana so I can slap your ass until it matches these panties."
The wet heat of excitement starts to roll down my leg as my sex clenches from his words. I do what he says, and then he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back. Shaking my head to push the hair out of my face I glance back to see him binding my wrists together with the wet lace.
"I'm not going to hurt you Morgana. If you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop yell out a safe word, alright," his voice is deep but caring, and I know he means what he says.
"Potatoes," I blurt out as it's the first word that comes to mind. I may not know much about the kink lifestyle or anything BDSM but I am pretty sure "Potatoes" is the worst safe word ever created.
Henrik tries his best to hold back a chuckle but I feel the rumbling in his body. Its short lived as his hand glides over my cheeks.
"God you have a luscious ass. I'm going to have so much fun watching it ripple later when I'm fucking you. For right now I'll take pleasure in watching it turn pink."
His hand leaves me and a second later I feel the sting of his hand slapping my ass cheek. Henrik's hand never leaves me once he's made contact to rub the slow burn away.
"This is for all the times you teased me at work Sweetcakes. How you enjoyed flashing your colorful bras or made sure I was aware you were wearing thigh high stockings. Don't think I didn't know what you were doing."
Another sting lands on my other cheek and he continues to talk as he rubs the pain away. He spanked me once before and though I had never been spanked before I found I liked it. To the point where I fantasize about him doing this to me alone in my bed with James - my dildo.
The way he rubs me after is a sensual contrast to the sharp sting of his slap. Plus, I can feel his hard erection twitch under his jeans.
"You loved it," I moan back at him. Part of me still can't help trying to irritate him. I attempt to turn my head to watch him squint but I can't get my hair out of my face.
He reaches under to grab at my breasts that hang freely over his thigh. He vices my nipple between his two fingers and flicks it with his thumb. A shock shoots down to my core and at that moment another slap of my ass. The painful pleasures collide causing my sex to clench as a primal groan escapes my lips.
"You have such the mouth on you Sweetcakes. But you're right, I did love it. I loved it so much I had to fuck my hand every time you left the room."
God his words, his mouth, everything he's doing to me, I know if he keeps this up I'm going to come without my clit being touched.
He pinches and flicks my other nipple with another combined slap of my ass which causes me to grind into his leg. After he finishes rubbing my cheek his fingers sink down to my pussy. I can hear him hiss and feel his body vibrate from a shudder.
"Fuck me you are drenched. We are done with your punishment, now for the fun.”
He helps me up and proceeds to undress. I stare at him and am still in awe when I see the black tribal tattoos meandering from his thick shoulders down both carved arms and another creeping around his left side over his abs. Since our last sexual encounter I have fantasized quite a bit about that chest. As my eyes scan the ink I focus on the deep rough lines. Various scars splatter his skin, some long some short. I wonder where they came from and perhaps this is why he only took his shirt off around me once.
I make note of his six pack abs with a deep V pointing to his...yes! Thank God it’s still there, not that his dick might have fallen off, but that my imagination may have made it bigger than it actually is. Still as big and beautiful as I remember!
His hand wraps around his base as his arm muscles flex with a tight squeeze. I whimper and drool a little watching him. My eyes finally look up to see him smirking at me.
"You like it huh, Sweetcakes? I bet you can't wait to get your plump lips wrapped around it. Don't worry I'm not the tease here. You can suck it as long as you like."
I try to move my arms toward him so he can untie me.
"Aren't you forgetting something Henrik?"
He brings his hand up to his chin, rubbing it and hums as if making a big decision.
"Perhaps I will untie you for now because of what I want to do to you."
He walks around to loosen my bind and massages my wrists when I am free. Henrik opens a side drawer and pulls out a tube of what looks like lubrication and places it on the bed. Yeah, he is big and I remember how filled I felt before, but we never needed lube. Oh God, now I'm a little scared yet crazy curious at what he has planned.
Henrik lies in the middle of the bed, propping himself up on the light blue pillows. Patting to the spot beside him, I crawl over. He reaches between my legs and I part them. His fingers move in and out of me at a languid pace.
"Have you ever been ass fucked Morgana?" He stills his hand and removes it after asking the question.
My eyes widen and he notices the look of horror on my face as he starts to chuckle. My eyes flicker between him and the tube on the table realizing what it's for.
He laughs at me a lot, but instead of making me mad it turns me on. To see him smile and hear that d
eep voice rumble does lots of things to me, lots of hormonal things.
"Don't worry I'm not going to shove my dick in your ass Sweetcakes. That takes time to build up too. But I will be fingering your asshole."
"Potatoes!"
His laughter melts away any fear I am feeling and I can't help but watch his thick cock bob up and down from the merriment.
"Oh Morgana I promise anything we do together will not hurt. It's just the tip of my finger, anything more would cause pain. In fact with just that tiny tip you will probably come harder than you ever had before."
I squint still unsure of what he is talking about. Finally giving in to my desire and obvious morbid curiosity, I nod my head and whisper agreement to him. His fingers drift back inside me and slide my arousal over my clit causing my breath to hitch. He removes his hand and paints his cock with my juices.
"Now bend over and suck my cock. Leave your ass here where I can finger you."
Drool definitely escaped that time. Getting on my knees I bend over him, pushing my butt up until I feel his hand rubbing my thigh. Brushing my hair to the side I grab his base and dart out my tongue to ever so gently lick his shaft. He hisses and I feel a slap on my upper thigh.
I lick him a few times taking my time to enjoy the saltiness of him mixed with my spicy flavor. There have been many times I have given head and on a few occasions I have enjoyed making the men come, but this time is different. I want to taste him, feel him grow in my mouth. My arousal isn't just from what he has done to me, but from how he tastes and feels against my tongue.
I move lower to suck on his balls and look up to watch as his head falls back.
"Oh Morgana," he whispers and I notice his fingers have moved to my wet folds. He pushes them in and out and glides up and down over my clit the more I suck at him. My lips move to the tip of his cock licking away the beads of cum. His hand leaves me for a moment but returns quickly. I feel his slippery fingers move back and round my asshole. It's unusual in that I am aroused and terrified all at once.
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