by A. J. Wynter
“I’m sorry, I called out to you but the place was rocking, silver bell’s style,” he replied with a wry smile on his face.
“Why are you here?”
“I just wanted to check in with you to see how everything is going.”
“You could’ve done that in the morning.”
“Well, technically, it is the morning.”
“Seriously, Johnathan, why are you here?”
“Can we talk for a minute. About the other night?”
“That’s not necessary. Let’s just continue on like it didn’t happen.”
“That’s not what I want.”
“Oh, it isn’t? Why the hell have you been avoiding me then.”
“I was out of town. I went to visit Dad.”
This made Sienna stop in her tracks.
“Is Peter o.k?”
“He’s fine. I haven’t been in touch as much as I should have. I also wanted to apologize to him for taking off when your Mom died. He needed me and I wasn’t there for him. I wasn’t there for you. I wasn’t there for anyone.”
“She wasn’t your Mom.”
“No, you’re right. And I resented her for that. I hated her, and I hated you even more. My Dad was so in love with your Mom, and he was so good to you. I just felt left out of your little club.”
“We didn’t have a little club.”
“Oh yes, you did. Before you two came along it was just me and my Dad. We got in huge fights about how I treated you and your mom. It really drove a wedge between us.”
“I’m sorry.” Sienna replied. A little unsure about what to say.
“Don’t you dare. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were a little kid stuck in a shitty situation, the same way I was. I was such an immature jerk though. I remember saying such mean things to you. I hope you didn’t take any of them to heart.”
“Actually, I did.” she whispered.
“I was afraid of that. I’m the one who needs to apologize. I’m sorry Sienna.”
“I was afraid of you. You were such a bully.”
He dropped his head and undid the top button on his shirt. “I know”.
“Hey, do you think that I would be as strong as I am today, if everyone in my life had coddled me?” Sienna questioned.
He looked up.
“I’m not letting you off the hook for any of it. You were a shitty teenager. And look at the way you continue to treat women.”
“You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know. I was never the same after I lost my mom. I think I’ve been afraid of getting close to anyone; so I don’t have to go through another loss like that one.”
“I see.” Sienna replied, looking down at her chipped nails.
He sighed. His body ached for her. He had spent the last three days trying to ignore the way his cock throbbed and ached when he pictured her curvy ass in her pencil skirt. He had to have her. He threw down his coat and practically sprinted to her. He grabbed her head and kissed her hard.
Sienna felt the warmth rush through her abdomen and could feel the slick want for him between her legs. She pressed her womanhood against the front of his pants in response to his kiss. She could feel his large erection against her skirt. She ran her hands down the front of his crisp dress shirt and felt his taut stomach. Even though she was curvy, his chiseled chest seemed to fit with her body and curves. Where she was all soft and feminine, he was hard as a rock.
Still kissing her, he untucked the front of her silk shirt and slid his hand up, jerking her bra down so it rested under her ample tits. He massaged one of her breasts, using his fingers to kneed the flesh and pull on her nipple. Using his tongue to tease her lips he stroked her tongue with his own.
Moaning into Jonathan's mouth, Sienna pressed herself against his hands and chest. He used his free arm to effortlessly lift her up and set her on top of one of the filing cabinets, she hiked her skirt up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She let her head fall back as she gripped his shoulders. He kissed her neck and worked his way down to suck one of her pink nipples into his mouth.
"Oh god Sienna," Jonathan said, party muffled, as he kissed his way over to her other breast. He put one hand on her lower back and ground against her. Her flats slipped off her feet and clattered to the ground.
“Oh, Johnathan, I want to feel you inside me.” She gasped.
Her words seemed to release a wild man. She set in motion a series of events that started with Johnathan tearing her nylons at the crotch. He frantically pushed aside her panties that had become soaked with anticipation.
Sienna could feel the tip of his hard cock rubbing against her pussy lips. Pulling her hips a little closer towards him, his cock lightly pushed into the entrance of her opening. He didn't say a word, just leaned forward again and kissed her, letting his cock tease her body.
Sienna moved her hips so she could take the tip of him inside her deeper, gasping as his size parted her. She kissed him back passionately, her arms looping around his neck to pull herself forward to allow him to ram all the way inside her.
Jonathan pressed his hands into her lower back and pulled her closer, controlling the thrusting, her breasts rubbing hard against his chest. After a few moments, he broke the kiss, pulled his cock out and yanked her off the cabinet. He spun her around, pulling up her skirt even higher, revealing her ass. She spread her legs and arched her back, the anticipation of feeling his cock inside her bringing her to the edge of an orgasm. He didn’t take it slowly this time though, he hooked his fingers around her hip bones and thrusted into her hard. The banging of the filing cabinets increased as their tempo and intensity grew. Johnathan had one hand on her hip controlling the thrusting and the hand other wrapped in her hair.
Sienna had never had anyone grab her by her long brown hair and was surprised at how much it turned her on. She wanted it rough.
“Harder,” she gasped.
He complied with her request and bent her over further. He was entering deep into her body. She could feel the waves of ecstasy growing and feel the tension in her stomach get tighter, bringing her closer to an orgasm. He slammed up into her until he started to shudder from his orgasm.
Feeling his cock jerk inside of her as he moaned, Sienna came, her muscles clenching around him tightly as she rode out the wave of her orgasm with her eyes shut tightly and her head thrown back, his hands still entangled in her hair.
He didn’t pull his cock out of her right away. He slid his arms around her waist and hugged her tightly. There they were, two people who had hated each other with every fiber of their being, bent over the filing cabinets, embraced in a sweaty mess of ripped nylons and discarded clothing.
He finally slid his cock out and sat her up on the cabinet, trying to fix up her skirt the best he could. A casual observer wouldn’t have been able to tell her nylons were torn and covered in cum, and that her bra was still tucked under her breasts.
Sienna was still trembling and searching for words when he dropped down to the floor and kissed her pussy. She drew back sharply, as the orgasm had only just subsided and she was feeling extremely sensitive. But he put his hands on her thighs and kissed her pussy again, gently. He flicked her lips gently with his tongue and then took her whole pussy in his mouth and sucked. The warmth of his mouth and tongue brought her back to a pre-orgasm state almost instantly and she responded by sliding forward to him and rocking her hips in sync with his licking. He drew back, teasing her, and blowing on her clit before nibbling on it with his lips again. He took her whole clit in his mouth and slid first one, then two, then three fingers inside her, stroking her g-spot with his big manly fingers while massaging her lady bean with his mouth.
Sienna groaned and felt her hips thrust up against his face before she could even register what she was doing. His expert tongue made quick work of her sensitive clit, bringing her to a quick but intense orgasm. When she was done shuddering on the cold cabinet he moved up to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him
back, enjoying the taste of herself on his lips.
Chapter 9
Sienna woke up in the morning and padded into the bathroom to get into the shower. She hated the idea of washing Johnathan’s scent off of her, but she had a big day today, coordinating with the digitization team and finalizing the details of the party. She made a mental note to schedule a meeting with Johnathan so she could get an update on the investigation.
She looked in the mirror and saw that her face was glowing. She looked amazing and satisfied, which is interesting because she had only gotten a couple hours of sleep. After they had finished making love, they sat together on the floor. She had nestled into his armpit with her head on his chest as they talked about their dreams and where they had gone wrong along the way. She had stroked his hand as he kissed her head and they remained like that until dawn. He had helped her into her coat, and smiled as she put on her huge boots. They kissed and he called her a car to get her home so she could get a couple hours of sleep.
She stepped into the piping hot shower and enjoyed the rawness she felt between her legs. How could someone be so rough, yet so tender when they fucked? As she dressed, she wondered if today would be awkward. She also wondered if she’d find another note on her desk, but pushed that terrible thought to the back of her mind.
She pushed her face deeper into her wool scarf when her face met the biting cold of December and started her chilly walk to the bus stop.
“Miss Smythe?” A voice shouted.
She turned, “Yes?”
It was the same town car driver who had dropped her off just hours before.
“Mr. Wise wanted me to ensure that you got to the office in warmth this morning.”
She typically would’ve protested, but a gust of icy wind was all she needed to jump into the back of the nicely warmed black car. She smiled and relaxed back into the seat. She could get used to this!
“Mr. Wise left a package for you.” the driver said, pointing to the box on the seat beside her.
It was wrapped in gold paper with a huge red bow.
“Should I open it now?”
“Yes Miss, those were his instructions.”
She undid the bow and stuffed the gorgeous ribbon in her pocket. It was too nice to just toss away.
She held her breath as she opened the lid and discovered the most gorgeous red pumps she had ever seen. She picked one of them up and marveled at the Italian craftsmanship. Blahniks.
She opened up the stiff card inside and it read:
Si,
Just in case you were planning to wear your boots to the Christmas party...
xo J.
She smiled and made a mental note to ask him how he knew what size she wore.
Striding into the office, Sienna felt as if she were walking on air. None of these bimbos could bring her down today. So what if she had a few extra pounds on her? So what if she didn’t spend hours contouring her makeup every morning? The boss wanted her as she was, curves, freckles, and wit. She was proud of the woman she had become.
People can change. She thought to herself. She was a prime example, and so was Johnathan.
She rounded the corner and felt as though she had been punched in the gut. Through the glass doors of Johnathan’s office was a scene she felt she'd never be able to erase from her mind.
Chapter 10
Sienna blinked to make sure she knew what she was seeing. Johnathan was leaning back in his office chair and Madison was straddling his lap with her lips inches from his. She could tell by Madison’s arm movement that she was giving him a hand job. Johnathan’s eyes were closed and his head was leaned back in his chair.
Sienna gasped and felt her legs go weak. It was as though her body didn’t know whether to throw up or collapse. When the fight or flight response came up her body decided to go with flight. She dropped the gold box and sprinted from the office, holding back tears.
How could she be so stupid? People don’t change. She was still the insecure chubby smart girl, and he was still the superficial, hurtful lothario.
She burst out onto the street and slipped on the icy sidewalk. She felt a searing pain as the gravel and ice cut up her hands. Along with the shoes she must’ve dropped her gloves. People were staring. She remained on the sidewalk in a crumpled heap until she felt a set of hands pick her up from her armpits like she was a child. It was Benjamin, the doorman.
“Please. Just leave me be” Sienna whimpered.
Benjamin ignored her and held her hands in his.
“You are a good person, Miss Sienna. Don’t ever forget that.” he said as he took his gloves off and clumsily put them on her. “If you’re going to run off to the North Pole, at least wear my gloves.”
“Thank you Ben” Sienna said and hugged him quickly before turning and carefully walking to the bus stop, the snow whipping her face, and the cold air freezing her tears.
When she finally got home, the snow had accumulated to over a foot and was falling into the top of her boots, soaking her stocking feet. When she got to her steps, she saw a familiar black car running and waiting outside.
Chapter 11
“Oh no, no you don’t” she said to herself.
“Sienna, wait!”
Johnathan burst from the back seat of the car.
Sienna plowed through the snow, right by him, and up the steps as fast as the piled banks would allow.
“Sienna, I can explain!” He shouted again.
Sienna paused, tempted to look back, but then continued into her building. Johnathan followed her as fast as he could, placing his fancy patent leather shoes directly in the holes made by her footsteps. He caught up to her just as she was at the door.
Sienna was out of breath from trying to make a getaway, but no longer gave a shit about hiding her miserable cardiovascular conditioning from Johnathan. Her chest was heaving and her foggy breath made her level of physical conditioning fairly evident.
Johnathan grabbed onto her hand.
“Ben told me that you bolted from the office today.”
Sienna grimaced and pulled her hand away. Ben’s glove came off in Johnathan’s hand.
“There are words and then there are actions, Mr. Wise,” Sienna responded breathlessly. “And today, your actions spoke louder than any words that you could possibly say to me right now.”
“They arrested Madison.”
“For what, a subpar handjob?”
“Oh, that’s why you ran.” He said sheepishly.
“Of course, anyone walking by your office could’ve seen what was going on. Why don’t you just get your staff to walk around with holsters of lube so they can be ready to jerk you off at a moment’s notice?”
“I had to let her do it.”
“This is fucking ridiculous.”
“I was wearing a wire. It’s how she always started our meetings, it would’ve seemed ‘off’ if I had refused. She was the one who was stealing the money. The cops had it all figured out and just needed her to admit to re-printing the invoices.”
“And she admitted to it before or after grabbing your cock?”
Johnathan sighed. Sienna was all that he wanted and he had fucked it up, royally.
“To answer your question, we caught her after she had my dick in her hand, but I didn’t come, so that has to count for something.”
“Un-fucking believable.”
Sienna’s eyes were brimming with tears. “Just get the fuck out of here,” she said and turned and walked into her building.
Johnathan was not used to being dismissed. He had always gotten what he wanted, so this departure from the regular script really threw him for a loop. He gingerly followed their footsteps back to the car, shoulders stooped, feeling defeated. For once in his life, he had feelings , real feelings, for a woman, and that woman had just walked out of his life. He stopped in his tracks. Literally. He hadn’t built a billion-dollar company by backing down from rejection. And he felt more about this girl than he ever had for his company.
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“Sienna!” He screamed from the street. He saw her look out the window and then close the curtains.
“Sienna! He screamed even louder. No movement from the curtains.
He bent down and made a snowball and tossed it at her window. For a tech nerd, he had amazing accuracy with a snowball. Still nothing. He bent down and made up ten snowballs and pelted them at her window in succession while screaming her name. He was making a scene and he didn’t care. What would the cops do, arrest him for throwing snow?
He picked up the last snowball and hurled it with all his might. As he released it he saw Sienna open her window. It was too late, the snowball soared through the cold air and smashed smack dab into Sienna’s face, snow exploding all over her.
His driver held his breath. Johnathan clasped his hand over his mouth. This was not going well. The cops could probably arrest him for this.
Sienna wiped the snow from her eyes and off her face. It was everywhere, drips were melting down her top and in between her cleavage. As the shock wore off, and she had pulled most of the ice chunks out of her hair, she looked down to see Johnathan’s shocked face and icy blue eyes filled with concern. It was too much.
As she reached down her top and pulled out a huge pile of snow, she started to laugh. It was involuntary. At first it started as a crazy person laugh, but then morphed into a genuine laugh, and she chucked the boob snow back at Johnathan.
He dodged out of the way of the loose snow and mouthed, “I’m sorry.”
Sienna ran downstairs, shoved her bare feet into her snow boots, and ran out into the snow without her coat. She flew into his arms and they toppled over into the snowbank. He wrapped his cashmere overcoat around her back and kissed her tenderly.
“I’m nothing without you.” He whispered in her ear.
She smiled and kissed him back.
“Can I please come up and explain?”
Sienna nodded and awkwardly rolled off of him and put out her hand to help him up from the snow.
