by T. S. Ryder
Our bodies were only a few inches apart now. This was madness.
“Shall we get down to business then?” she asked, and I smiled at her, as casually as I possibly could. No, business was not what was going through her head. She could pretend all she wanted, but she was thinking of something else.
“Depends on what kind of business you mean,” I said, and I watched as she looked away from me, her eyelids drooped. She knew exactly what I was talking about.
Chapter Three
Kayla
Seeing him in his new office had completely taken me by surprise. That blue eyed blonde model of male perfection from the gym that morning was supposed to be my boss? He was standing too close to me again, obviously visualizing me naked. I had done that already, in the shower that morning.
No, I had to keep my wits about me, I reminded myself. I couldn’t possibly let this get out of hand. I knew exactly what this could lead to, and most of all, I knew what the consequences would be.
I squeezed past him and walked around the table to where his chair was. He had a mischievous look on his face like he thought I was playing hard to get and he was enjoying it.
“I mean the kind of business we need to attend to before your very important board meeting,” I replied to his question, trying to make sure that he understood I intended to remain professional.
Oscar stood staring at me, his hands stuck in the pockets of his three-piece tailored suit. He had that same smile on his face still.
“I feel like Jonathan is pulling some kind of prank on me,” he finally said and I crossed my brows.
“I don’t understand.” I met his gaze, trying to remain as confident as possible. I could feel my knees begin to buckle a little. As much as my mind tried to deny it, my body was being truthful. I was helplessly attracted to him, and the more he pushed me, the more he pursued, the hotter I got between my legs.
“He knows me. He knows how I would react to a woman who looks like you. I wonder if he’s trying to jeopardize my career here.” Oscar’s voice was smooth, effortlessly stylish. His accent was elevated and regal, more than his brother’s or father’s. It turned me on even more. The way a few strands of his curling blonde hair fell over his eyes, didn’t help the matter either.
“I’m very good at my job, Sir,” I said, frankly at a loss for words. What was he trying to say? That I was being used as bait between two quarreling brothers?
“I’m sure you are, Kayla. But you must understand one thing about me.” He spoke with confidence, and yet his voice had softened. I licked my lips and lifted my chin. “When a woman with a butt like yours walks into the room, I can’t help but notice it.” He walked towards me again.
I knew my eyes widened. I hadn’t expected him to say something like that. I knew it was inappropriate, but what I couldn’t understand was why I wasn’t offended by what he had said. Why it gave me goosebumps instead of pissing me off. I knew he had been looking at my butt, I couldn’t stop myself from arching my back so he could see it more clearly.
I held his gaze but decided not to say anything.
“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” he said.
“Do enlighten me,” I blurted out and crossed my arms in front of me. How could he possibly know what I was thinking? I had given none of it away.
“That I’m rude and offensive and that you should probably work for someone else,” he continued and I raised my eyebrows. We were standing close to each other again. I refused to respond to that either.
“But that would be a lie. Because I know you’ve been looking at me. I can see that you want me just as much as I want you.” Again he shocked me. I hadn’t expected him to be this blunt. This open about what he – and I – was thinking.
“You are my boss,” I said, not sure what else to say.
“I know that. And we just met,” he said, that smile returning to his face. “But there’s a certain pleasure in just getting that out in the open isn’t there?”
I had no response. His blue eyes were warm, friendly and yet had that glint of self-confidence. He knew the effect he had on women. He was smooth, rich, exceptionally good looking and honest. Who could resist that?
“Look, Kayla. You could either say no and then I go and fuck the brains out of some girl I pick up at the bar tonight. And I keep doing that till I grow tired of you. Or you say yes and we spend a few nights together till you grow tired of me.” He was speaking like he was proposing a business contract.
I could feel myself shrinking in my shoes. Nobody had ever been this upfront with me before. I didn’t know whether to feel offended or empowered.
“We just established that we work together. I’m your PA.” I was fumbling with my words now, too much in shock to form coherent sentences.
“I’m aware of that. Which is why I’m proposing this arrangement. To get it out of our system and get it done with. Move on. Purely business. It’s a contract, Kayla, I can tell you like contracts.” He was smirking as he spoke. This was a game to him. I could feel my heart racing, it was like I was on the treadmill again, competing against him. Trying to keep up.
“Why don’t you just reassign me?” I asked and Oscar shook his head.
“If you are as good as my family says you are, then I need you. Frankly, I don’t know what I’m doing and I need somebody to help me get this company out of this mess,” he said, his voice had grown serious now. This was a contract to him.
“What if I say no?” I asked him. I could feel my fingers quivering a little and I kept them pressed against my body with my arms over my chest. The worst mistake I could make in front of a man like Oscar Connell was display my weakness. He’d pounce on that weakness like he’d found a new prey.
“Then I find someone else to fuck, and you spend your days working for me and wondering what it would be like to be pinned against a wall by me.” He spoke casually like he was ordering his favorite meal at a restaurant. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
This man who I had just met this morning was proposing a sexual relationship, one purely for our pleasure. And I was considering it!
“What makes you think I want it as much as you do?” I asked, still on the defensive. I didn’t want to jump on the opportunity at the drop of a hat. He threw back his head and laughed.
“C’mon Kayla. I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at my face. You wanted to beat me at running this morning because you wanted to prove your body wrong, that I’m not stronger than you. That I can’t just take you on this table right now. That’s how you deal with your body’s desires. You try and suffocate them. When all you should do is give in. You deserve a treat from time to time, Kayla Edwards.” He had walked closer to me, and his voice had grown softer, more husky and guttural.
He might have been right about all those things but I wasn’t really listening to him. I was picturing his arms around me, pinning me to a wall, pounding into me with my legs around his hips. I had never felt this sexually attracted to a man before, not in this way at least. It was animalistic. Surprising. I had no control over it anymore.
“If we do this, we need to have rules,” I said, trying to override my thoughts and think logically. I needed a plan for everything. For something like this too.
“I only have two rules. Discretion; this has to be kept a secret. We can’t bring more negative attention to the company. And two; it lasts for as long as I want it to. If you don’t think you can do that, if you feel like you might be emotionally scarred by me terminating our contract when I want to; you can back out now.” He was serious now. There was no visible excitement in his eyes. He knew from the start what the result would be. He knew I would say yes. All he needed to do to seal the deal now was to make me promise that I wouldn’t create a scene when he ended this.
That was one thing he could be certain of, I wasn’t one for drama. I wanted him. Purely physically. I was quite sure I didn’t even like him as a person. And the last thing I would ever allow myself to do was grow a
ttached to a man. That was out of the question. So his rules suited me fine.
“Fine. My two rules are that you treat me with respect when it comes to work, and after we end this, I keep my job,” I said and uncrossed my arms. He was painfully close to me now. He was right, if this arrangement hadn’t been agreed upon, I would have spent sleepless nights fantasizing about his body.
“Shake on it?” He stuck out his hand and we shook. Our hands touched again and I could feel a jolt of electricity course down my spine. I couldn’t have explained the attraction. It was his smile, his eyes, his sheer confidence in himself. All of that combined had such a powerful effect on me that it turned me on instantly. I wanted him there and then.
“Good. Can we get to work now? You need to prepare for your meeting,” I said instead, snapping myself and him out of the moment. The office was for work. And I was ambitious. Being Oscar Connell’s PA was only a stepping stone in my career.
“You don’t waste a second, do you? But before we begin, shall we say ten tonight, my place?” he asked and I licked my lips. I hoped that I could control myself for that long. I’d have to spend the whole day in his presence, growing wetter between my legs, fantasizing about him.
“Sure,” I said, nonchalantly, and went back to staring at the papers I picked out of my file.
“I just moved into a brand new apartment,” he said and I jerked my head up to look at him.
“Third rule. No private stories, no irrelevant information,” I said and Oscar raised his eyebrows.
“Don’t worry Kayla. I wasn’t going to ask you if you’ve had an unhappy childhood or not,” he said with a certain nastiness in his voice before he turned away from me and walked back to his chair. I wasn’t quite sure how to react to that.
“I don’t do relationships. So the last thing you need to worry about is having to open up about your life to me. I’m not interested in it. Just interested if I can fit your butt into my hands,” he said with a wink as he sat down. This time, he stared at my breasts openly and I felt those goosebumps appear again. I could already anticipate what this was going to be like. We were going to have sex a few times, while he fucked other women too. Then he was going to grow tired of me, of seeing my face in the office all day long too. Then he was going to tell me that we should stop so that it didn’t affect our professional relationship.
And I was fine with that.
Chapter Four
Oscar
Honestly, I didn’t expect her to show up. I made sure the apartment was ready, the bar was stocked, the candles were lit and I was dressed to impress. But, as the clock struck ten, I had a sinking feeling that Kayla was not going to turn up. Why would she? She could have any man she wanted, why would she spend the night with her boss? With a deal that I was convinced would scare her off?
I had nothing more to offer her than I had already done. I was emotionally suffocated and I had to make sure that she knew it from the start. Anything else would be unfair. I laid it all out on the table for her and she accepted it.
I stood staring out of my penthouse windows at the view of the city. The city I grew up in, where my family made its fortune and where I had learned to love and then hate. I was sure Kayla could see it in my eyes too, the emptiness. My inability to connect with another human being, after Sandra. She was the first girl I had fallen in love with, the only one, and then she left me. Or rather, she slept with my brother and I left her.
The bell rang at five minutes past ten and I emptied the glass of whiskey I had been drinking before I walked over to open the door.
She must have seen the look of surprise in my eyes. Not only could I not believe that she had turned up, but I also hadn’t thought that Kayla could look any more gorgeous, but she did.
She was in a short leather dress. Black. Tight at the bust so that her cleavage was deep and plump. I could see the shape of her waist, and then the way her butt bulged out. She left her hair open again, and it was styled in soft waves around her shoulders. She was in high silver heels that clicked against the cold marble floor of my apartment when she walked in.
She was wearing big silver hoops in her ears that swung when she looked around my new house. There was silver on her eyelids, just a soft touch and a dark rich plum lipstick that pronounced her lips even more. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than to rip that dress off her body.
“Welcome to my home, Kayla,” I said as I led the way into the living room. She was slow to follow me, and when she entered the room it was evident that she was impressed by what she saw.
The only instructions I had given my designer was that I wanted the house to be decorated in shades of gray, black and white and the result was stunning. It looked even more minimalistic and luxurious than my flat in London. The view, of course, added to the look and now that I had the lights dimmed, the beautiful bright skyline of the city at night popped into view.
Kayla walked over to the French windows, placing her hands on the ledge to look out.
“This place looks great,” she said, her breath fogging up the glass.
I walked over to stand behind her and unable to contain myself any longer, I placed my hands on her small shoulders.
Her skin was just as smooth as I had predicted it to be. I could feel her muscles tense up under my touch, but only for a few seconds. She slowly turned around and looked up at me from under her long lashes.
“Would you like a drink?” I asked her, and after a few seconds of silence, she said, “No.”
I watched as she placed her hands on my chest, feeling the soft fabric of my shirt till she reached my shoulders.
“I would like to be fucked instead,” she said in a near whisper. Those words were all it took. I felt myself harden instantly. I’d been thinking about her all day. I’d watched her from the corner of my eye as she stood beside me at the board meeting. She was professional and serious and my heart was racing in my chest. This was too much. She had triggered something that I couldn’t stop any longer.
I leaned forward to take her lips in my mouth and we were kissing. Feverishly. My hands crept up her dress, feeling the smooth shiny material of the leather till they rested on her breasts.
They were large, too big for my hands and I gently squeezed them both. She moaned softly into my mouth and I smiled.
I could feel her hands trace the muscles of my abdomen and then down till she reached my throbbing dick. It was in her hands, while I flicked her erect nipples through her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
I needed air and I pulled away from her mouth. She looked instantly disappointed so I nibbled on her earlobe instead. My hands reached her back where the long zipper was, forming a trail down her back and over her butt. I pulled it down slowly while she continued to fondle me.
I didn’t think my dick could get any bigger, any harder but it did and she expertly undid my pants and brought it out to the open.
Her dress clung to her, even though I had pulled the zipper down and I slowly began to peel it off.
My dick was in her hands and she continued to massage it. I wanted to be inside her, to feel her body move against me. She was moaning softly as I pulled down her dress and her body was revealed.
She was big and beautiful. I grabbed her bare breasts and pulled them to my mouth. She gasped loudly when I sucked on a nipple, my dick pressing against her thigh now.
“Do it Oscar. Do it now,” she was begging me softly, her back arched against the windows as I continued sucking on her breasts.
When I heard her say it I whipped her around, and she was pressed face forward against the window. Those bare butts greeted me, bouncing as she moved. I was growing desperate now. Just the sight of them made me want to be inside her.
“Bend down,” I grunted and she followed my instructions. Holding on to the ledge, Kayla bent forward, sticking her butts out towards me. I grabbed them both and parted them so that my dick could find her wet center spot.
I slid in with a force I didn’t
recognize. As a going away present in London, three women had fucked me there, together. And yet, I wanted Kayla with an urgency that couldn’t be explained.
I heard her moan loudly when I thrust myself in. She was tight and warm and I felt my eyes roll in my head as I went deeper and deeper. She was pressed up against the window, the city skyline in view as I began pumping into her.
In and out with force. I reached for her right leg and lifted it up and she moaned again. Her body was beautiful, I couldn’t see her face but her moaning meant that she was enjoying herself too.
I increased my pace, pushing her against the glass. I could see her rounded breasts, the nipples that I had just been sucking on, leaving imprints on the glass when she pulled away.
Her screaming got louder as I continued to pound, feeling her muscles shake with every push. She was nearing the edge and I got faster.
“Oh my God!” she screamed just as I felt her body quiver. Her back contracted and she fell backwards towards me, wrapping her arm around my body as she held on while her legs shook.
Her orgasm lasted several seconds, before her heart began to calm. I could feel her relaxing against me and I couldn’t help but smile. That was all I wanted to see since I first laid eyes on her: her spent body pressed naked against mine.
“Your turn,” she said suddenly. She whipped around and pulled me to her. She pressed her back against the glass this time and climbed on me. I had to quickly hold on to her hips so that she could wrap her legs around my waist.
Kayla moved her hips, so that this time I slid into her without knowing what was going on.
She was in mid air, hanging from my arms, her back against the windows while she moved against me. She had taken my dick by surprise.
I moved, pumped and thrust into her with a sudden burst and then I could feel my body giving up all self-control.
