Office Perks

by S. L. Siwik

  He smiles at my lack of reply as he sucks on my big toe, his tongue swirling around in circles. My head falls back onto the pillow and all I can feel is pure pleasure. I also know if he’s doing that to my toe, what he’s going to do to the rest of my body….oh, hell. I feel as though I’ll rip apart in sheer pleasure and fall back to the bed in a million tiny satisfied pieces.

  His teeth scrape against the tip of my toe grabbing my ankle and tying it up. He ties it low, so my legs can remain on the bed. His tongue trails up my inner leg from ankle to thigh, leaving a trail of heat where his tongue had just been. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I cry out.

  “I think we’ll need to gag you, too,” he states calmly.

  “Probably,” I admit. Shit, if Kendall knocks on the door, I’m screwed. Hopefully, she’s asleep by now.

  His tongue sears down the other leg, his hands massaging the back of my calves. It feels incredible as he releases every ounce of tension from my muscles. He ties up this ankle, and looks down at his handiwork. Pride and desire swim in his eyes as he makes his way up my body to my eyes.

  “I’ve wanted to do this since I first met you,” he confesses.

  Speechless, I stare at him too shocked to reply. Blaze steps off the bed, reaching into an end table, and pulls out a silk scarf. He wraps it around my mouth twice before tying it.

  “Are you okay?” he asks.

  I nod. I feel perfectly comfortable.

  “If you cry out, I’ll stop whatever I’m doing and leave you here like this,” he says with no hint of humor in his eyes.

  My mouth is gaping open, feeling the soft silk pressed against it, and I nod. He is not messing around. A new way of desire courses through me.

  He stands in the front of the bed, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before me, giving me the strip tease of my life. When it’s unbuttoned, the shirt falls off his shoulders and onto the floor. Pulling his undershirt out of his pants, he slides that off too. I love that I can watch him unapologetically take in all of his handsomeness, his oozing sex appeal, his finely cut physique. My eyes take in every single inch greedily, knowing that I will never get enough. Fifty years from now, I’ll still think he’s the most gorgeous man I have ever set my eyes upon. The hunger deep inside my belly feels insatiable.

  He unties his pants, letting them fall down over his hips. Blaze steps out of them, still in boxer briefs. He sways his hips back and forth while his hands are in the air, as though dancing to music in his head. God, he is such a sexy dancer, watching his body sway back and forth. He looks at me, smiling brightly, his eyes lit up. Oh, the tease! This is a game for him, which is why he’s grinning. If I could talk or move, I’d throw a pillow at him and call him a tease. Still smiling, he hooks his fingers beneath his briefs and pulls them down. Now I’m not laughing as heat pools through my body viciously fast and collects in my lower belly. His toned lower abs, his muscular thighs, his….Jesus, do I love this man’s erection. It needs its own fan group.

  He is no longer laughing either, staring down at my naked sex. As though drawn to it, he steps closer to the edge of the bed and crawls onto it. He reminds me of a stalking panther, eyeing his meal. A shiver runs down my body violently, and he can’t reach me fast enough.

  Yanking my thighs open wider, the silk on my ankles tightens from the tension. It feels incredible. The restriction on my body feels comforting, like it’s giving me much needed boundaries. I actually feel safe and secure.

  The tip of his nose circles around my bud, and I try to suck air in through my mouth, but realize that I can’t.

  His tongue slowly trails down the folds of my sex, and he’s not in a hurry. His tongue leisurely licks my clit, his lips suckling on my sensitive skin, and if I could squirm, I would. He’s purposely prolonging my orgasm, teasing me relentlessly. He continues at the same pace, as his tongue and mouth make love to my body. That is exactly what he is doing, I realize. Making love to me with his slow, deliberate strokes, exploring my sex.

  I am a whimpering, quivering mess beneath him, unable to move. I can only accept the exquisite pleasure he gives me until it reaches the point of discomfort, almost pain. My chest heaves, the muscles strain in my arm as I need my release…

  As though sensing the turmoil in my body, Blaze speeds up his movements while he grabs my ass and lifts it. My lower body is now suspended in the air; his two strong hands holding my cheeks in his palms. I am left in awe of his strength, at just how easily he can manipulate my body with his strong muscles alone. He is in full control right now, my body his willing prisoner. Blaze dominates me- mind, body, and soul. All I can do is receive what he gives me, to take it without question. He thrusts his tongue against my clit before greedily sucking at me like a man who has been denied for too long. He does not stop, does not slow down, rather continues at his relentless pace.

  Because of Blaze’s relentless pace, the fire in my lower belly spreads out into a wild fire, consuming my entire body. I feel like I’m boiling alive, the heat intense as beads of sweat erupt on my forehead. I am whimpering loudly, but the cloth over my mouth makes the sound come out as little more than muted, garbled noises. His tongue is buried deep inside me, and there is no way I can withstand this much longer. I doubt any woman could.

  “Come on, baby, let me feel it. Give it to me.” I hear his words against my clit before his tongue sweeps across me.

  The build is fast, intense. His words encouraging me, making me temporarily forget about the ache in my arms and calves. His words make me forget about everything, everyone. Nothing exists but this moment and this man. His finger slips deep inside me, thrusting hard against the walls of my sex, until it curls, rubbing against my most sensitive flesh. The clenching in my lower belly robs me of breath as he catapults me right over the edge. Unable to move my limbs, my fingers ball into tight fists and my toes curl. I doubt I’ll ever come down from this high. Screams tear from my vocal chords, wordless cries of unspeakable pleasure. The sounds are muted, but I still hear them. I know he does too. He tongue sweeps across me, licking up my essence, savoring with me a low groan that hums in my ears and causes another ripple of pleasure to rip through me. He acts as though I am his favorite brand of alcohol as he tries to catch every drop of me on his tongue, savoring the flavor.

  Kneeling between my thighs, Blaze strokes himself. “Are you ready?” He asks with a smile. I nod. “You’ve been such a good girl,” he murmurs, poised at my entrance.

  “Condom,” I call out though muffled by the cloth.

  Blaze reaches over and takes a condom out of his nightstand. No, I don’t want to ask why he always seems to have condoms laying around at his disposal. They’re likely for all of his ‘bed warmers’. Besides, I’m the last person to judge. Ripping open the package, he slides the latex down his shaft. His eyes meet mine as he leans forward.

  I suck in all the air that I can manage into my lungs as Blaze rocks his hips, filling me completely. There is no pause like usual, no waiting…

  Blaze uses all of the power in his coiled muscles to hammer me relentlessly. I don’t know why he’s so worked up right now; we haven’t had an argument, and he’s not trying to persuade me of something. But, he doesn’t slow down, just slamming into my body creating mind blowing sensations. I can’t catch my breath as he takes me. The sensation overpowers me, overwhelming my body, as I wail into the cloth over my mouth. But, he keeps taking me in his frenzied pace while I unravel, not done using my body yet. His eyes remain locked on mine as he drives further into me with each shift of his hip. I’m going to be sore tomorrow; I can tell already. I don’t give a damn, though. His eyes travel down my body and rest on the key necklace, resting between my breasts. A growl escapes his otherwise quiet lips, before rocking into me with all the force he has left. His head falls back as he unravels inside me.

  Sweaty and panting, he collapses on to me as we both try and catch our breath. Seconds, minutes, or hours could be flying by; I can’t tell you. Time becomes insignificant as he l
ays on me with his head on my breast. I don’t care about the time, because this is another moment that I want to stay in forever.

  Eventually, he lifts himself off of me. Straddling my body, he works on the sheers. My right hand is untied, and Blaze is now massaging and kissing my wrist where the cloth had just been. I’m not in pain, the silk more comfortable than constricting. But, when his tongue laves over my flesh, in hopes of easing any discomfort from my body, I can’t find the words to assure him it is unnecessary. Because at that moment, his ministrations feel very necessary as my eyes flutter close from his touch.

  He does the same to the other wrist. When he’s done making my pulse hammer from his sweet kisses, he leans backwards and unties my ankles.

  Blaze then lays down on the bed, scooping me up into his arms.

  “Blaze,” I call out softly with my cheek pressing against his chest. “Thank you for that…”

  “It was my pleasure.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut in nervousness. I feel like a teenager with all of these emotions coursing through me and no real understanding on how to explain them without laying all my cards down on the table. It’s exhausting, and I feel ridiculous. I’m not a teenager; I’m a woman in her thirties who is now caring for a teenager. This shouldn’t be so nerve-wracking. But, maybe this is what happens when you fall in love. Maybe it doesn’t matter how old or experienced you are. Maybe the threat of putting your heart out on the line and having it shattered to pieces will cause anyone of any age to act ridiculous out of pure fear. We always have anxiety for the unknown, and then scoff at ourselves for our earlier hesitancy when we do know the answers. But, I’m not ready to find out if I’m in this alone. Besides, it’s likely not wise to tell the man who is paying you for sex that you’ve secretly been in love with him for half a decade. No, I can’t tell him. If I do and he doesn’t feel the same, surely I will lose this arrangement of ours. But, I can’t lose it. The money will keep us afloat. Now is not the time to be selfish and throw caution to the wind. Now is the time to do like I always did before: shut my mouth, do my job, and collect the cash.

  But, even though I can’t tell him about how I truly feel for him, maybe I can just tell him this- why this moment is significant for me. Surely, that won’t cause any waves. I can give myself this little leniency, but the truth is that I want him to know me.

  “No, you don’t understand. I’ve only had one other experience with being tied up, and it was the worst sexual experience of my life.” Recognition flitters across his eyes as they sparkle in the most dazzling way imaginable. “But, that was an incredible experience. You’ve changed my view on letting go and being submissive. I realize the problem before wasn’t what was being done to me, it was who was doing it.” I lean up, kissing his lips chastely. “Thank you for showing me what I was missing out on.”

  His hand slides down my hair, resting on my lower back. “Then thank you for trusting me. I want you to always trust me, because I assure you...” He pulls me into his body tightly so that I’m pressed flush against him. “I will never hurt you. Believe it.”

  “Okay, Blaze.” My words are a frightened whisper, because I want to believe his words so badly that it hurts.

  “I expect you in my bed next to me tonight. And I expect to find you there tomorrow morning.”

  I am shocked to hear this from him. Leaving the hotel room seems to have affected him in ways I had never anticipated. I know because his words aren’t full of pride, a command simply because he’s used to getting what he wants. I hear the emotion laced in every word that he is desperately trying to keep out of his voice and is failing to do so. But, why? Why has this hurt him so?

  “I’ll be right here when you wake up, smiling at you,” I whisper against his lips as I caress his smooth cheek.

  “Good,” he replies hoarsely.

  “But, maybe I should sneak out in the morning before Kendall wakes up. This is going to be confusing to her.”

  “Alright,” he replies, his voice devoid of emotion.

  With my cheek now pressing against his chest again, I ask,” Blaze, what does the key stand for?”

  Exhaling deeply, he murmurs in my ear, “Keys represent a multitude of things symbolically. But, for now, just know that wearing it means you’re committed to staying with me…working with me at the office.”

  “Okay,” I reply back, “I can definitely make that commitment.”

  He kisses the top of my head again as I drift off to sleep.

  When I wake up, I look over to find Blaze resting on his side, watching me.

  “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he greets.

  I wipe the sleep from my eyes. “Hey, sexy.” Still half asleep, I nuzzle into his chest, pulling myself closer to his warmth. I hear the sound of a deep rumbling chuckle in his chest as I throw my arms around his body. “Not a morning person, I see.” I shake my head.

  “Where is Kendall?” I ask.

  “Picking up breakfast with Andrea. Gave her the keys to my Porsche.” He kisses my forehead.

  “Uh oh. You’re in trouble,” I mumble out. “Dre loves fast cars.”

  “I don’t care what she does to the Porsche as long as I can have this…you waking up next to me.”

  I snuggle into his chest more. Something soft brushes down my arm. It takes me a few moments to realize what that unique texture is- flower petals.

  “What’s that?” I ask, my eyes closed.

  “Something for you,” he replies softly in my ear. “Open your eyes, Victoria.”

  He holds a rose out in front of me. Taking it from him, I twirl the gift in my fingertips, only realizing then how smooth the stem is.

  “No thorns?” I ask.

  “I shaved them off with a knife.” He licks his lips, deep in thought. “All the beauty, none of the pain.”

  “That’s impossible,” I reply, my eyes flickering up at him. “Beauty only comes from pain.”

  His eyes turn warm and soft. Brushing my hair back, he kisses behind my ear. “Not today it doesn’t.”

  Smiling from ear to ear, I inhale my red rose deeply. A tear trickles down my face. Still smiling, I don’t wipe it away. I feel the tear rolling down my cheek and allow it to fall onto my chest. I allow myself to feel the happiness that’s so intense inside, it’s bursting out of me in teardrops. I have never been given a flower by a man…ever. Blaze is the first one. If there ever was a man to do this romantic gesture, it feels right that it is him.

  “I love it,” I whisper, glancing up at him.

  His brows pull together. “Why are you crying?”

  “Good tears, I promise,” I assure him.

  He caresses my cheek. His hand trails down my face and palms my neck. “I still want to know.”

  “You’re the first man to ever give me a flower,” I admit. “Sorry, it was just a wonderful moment for me.”

  Surprise and sympathy both swim in his eyes as he tilts his head down brushing his lips against mine. “Then I’m glad it was me who was the first.”

  I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck again, hugging him tightly. “So am I.”

  Pulling back, he places his hand out in front of me, palm up. Unsure what he wants, I lace my fingers with him. His eyes flutter closed as he nods. He looks so peaceful, so beautiful. It’s impossible not to stare.

  “I love this,” he whispers.

  “Love what?” I ask.

  “Our hands connected like this.”

  I pull our joined hands to my lips and kiss the back of his hand. “Then I’ll do it more often.”

  The front door creaks open, then slams shut loudly. I break apart from him instantly like a teenager who has been caught doing something they shouldn’t.

  “You drive like a maniac!” I hear Kendall screech.

  “Melodrama doesn’t help you get anything but a bad reputation. And trust me when I say, there are far more enjoyable ways to get a bad reputation than that.”

  I hear Blaze chuckling softly as I moan out, �
�I’m going to kill her.”

  Standing up, I pad across the hardwood floor and hiss at the coldness of the bathroom marble tile. Walking up to the double vanity sink, I splash cold water on my face. If Kendall thinks that I’ve been crying, she’ll assume the worst. I glance up at the vanity mirror and hardly recognize myself. My eyes are sparkling, like someone dropped diamonds into my irises while I slept. A smile is plastered on my face. I’m glowing, unable to keep the happiness inside.

  “Besides, “Andrea shouts on, “Do you really think I’d let anything happen to you? Tori would kick my ass if you ever got hurt with me!”

  As I dry my face on the T monogrammed towel, I hear Kendall shout, “Why would she care? I’m just a burden to her!”

  I freeze in place; Blaze’s and my eyes meet. Running over to the French double doors, I open them to the smell of hash browns and eggs. My stomach grumbles loudly. Food will have to wait. Tearing down the hallway, I hear the sound of Andrea cursing in Spanish.