BENTLEY

by Olivia Chase

  “You will finish that drink,” I tell her .

  “Yes, sir,” she whispers, then takes a big gulp .

  The “sir” does it. I see the line, and I step right over it. I have to. I can’t stop myself now if I tried. “Drink the last bit.” My voice is low, almost a warning. To see if she’ll back off, turn around and leave the office. She has to know she’s playing with fire here .

  Her eyes are on mine as she drains her glass then rests it on the counter .

  I chug my whiskey, barely tasting the last bit, then stand. Come around to her side of the desk. Her breasts are heaving now, her lips parted. I can almost smell her arousal. She’s fucking turned on .

  By me giving her orders .

  God, I’m gone .

  “Stand up,” I tell her .

  She rises .

  “Did you wear this outfit intentionally today?” I ask her as I stand mere inches from her. If I lean down, I could capture her lips with mine. I could taste her the way I’ve ached to since I met her .

  “Yes,” she says in a tight voice .

  “You know your shirt is unbuttoned, don’t you,” I continue .

  “Yes .”

  “What do you want?” I ask her tightly. My whole body is tense, strained. Coiled. I want to fucking touch her so badly that my fingers ache for it .

  “I…” Her gaze darts away from mine .

  “Look at me,” I bark .

  That rips her eyes back to me. “I…” She swallows. “I wanted to know .”

  I take another step forward. There’s a sliver of air separating us now. If she sucks in a deep breath, her breasts will graze my chest. I can see her nipples pebbling through her thin excuse for a bra. “ Know what ?”

  She doesn’t answer. Stares up at me, her face flickering with emotion—caution, desire, confusion. And finally, resolve. “If you…if you wanted me .”

  My mouth is on hers before either of us can speak another word. I swallow her surprised gasp, deepening the kiss. She groans and opens for me like a flower, and I tug her flush against me. Oh God, it’s intoxicating, the way she is so innocent but so aroused .

  I tug her hair free the way I’ve wanted to for so long and grab it. Her rapid inhale, followed by the instant softening of her body, says a lot .

  She’s submissive. Definitely .

  Power surges through me, and I’m desperate to take more. But no. That demon will stay tucked away. For now, I slide my mouth to her jaw, biting and licking the tender flesh, and she shudders. Her small, cool hands reach up and grip my back. Urge me ever nearer .

  “Tell me to stop, Samantha,” I growl against her collarbone. “Tell me to stop, and walk out this door .”

  “I can’t,” she pants, and I’m fucking done .

  “Take off your shirt,” I tell her as I pull back. “And your skirt .”

  She blinks, her chest rising and falling. Then her fingers are fumbling and she’s undoing button by button. My hands are screaming at me to just rip the fucking thing off her, but I manage to keep myself in check. I’m not giving in to the need to dominate. Not to that extent, anyway. Not as much as I ache to .

  Her shirt falls to the sides, then she shrugs it off. My mouth waters at the sight of her breasts. But I remain still .

  Her hands move behind her, and she unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor as well .

  Fucking slay me. They are garters. That fucking temptress .

  “Those are very provocative,” I say. “You wore those for me, didn’t you.” I can’t help but step toward her again. My lust is roaring to the surface, and blood is pumping in my veins, and if I don’t taste that pussy right now I’m going to fucking die. “Sit on the edge of the desk.” I know my voice is harsher than it should be, but I’m struggling so hard to maintain control .

  She does as I command, and I can see a slight tremble in her limbs. Is she nervous? Aroused? I think both. But I’m going to make her feel so damn good .

  I yank her thighs apart and without waiting, drop to my knees and suck her through her panties. Fuck, the fabric is already soaked, the crotch drenched with her juices. I tug it to the side and take a long swipe along her slit with my tongue .

  Her fingers curl into my hair, and she groans. “Oh my God!” Her thighs are trembling harder on the desk. I want to shatter her apart. I need to. I have to .

  Her pussy is divinity, a place to cherish, and I give her everything I have. Suck her delicate flesh between my teeth, lick, nibble, slurp. Taste her the way she deserves to be tasted. Devoured. Her pussy juices are coating my mouth, and I know in this moment that I always want to taste like this .

  She’s bucking her pelvis at me now, her body reacting instinctively. Jesus, she’s so responsive. Her soft moans and pleas hit me straight in the chest. My cock is so hard I could explode .

  I spread her labia apart with one hand and nudge at her entrance with a finger. She stiffens for a moment. “I won’t hurt you,” I murmur as I stand and lean over her. Her eyes are glassy, face and chest pink from arousal. Her nipples are hard, and she is absolutely aroused. But also nervous .

  “Sorry,” she says, a hint of embarrassment in her voice, in the way she looks away from me. It’s clear she doesn’t have a lot of sexual experience .

  Fuck me, but something animalistic roars in me at being the one who gets to touch her this way. I swirl my finger around her entrance and wrap my other arm around her waist to pull her close. As close as she can be. I will make her look at me while she comes apart on my hand. She will know I am the one who did this, who gave her pleasure .

  I know it’s insane, it’s possessive, but I can’t help myself .

  Her cunt is nice and drenched for me, and my finger glides right inside her tight channel. Jesus, she’s unbelievably tight. Her gasp of pleasure urges me to keep going. So I use my thumb to stroke her clit as I fuck her with my hand. I suck her breast through her bra, nibbling on the nipple, and she arches against me .

  “Oh God, Bentley!” she cries out, shaking. “That…that… Yes, please, please …”

  “Do not come yet,” I tell her as I pull back and look at her. Her eyes are begging me, just the way I want them to, but I need her pleading me harder. “Get right to the edge and stay there. Do you understand me ?”

  “I… Yes,” she breathes. Her breaths are rapid, irregular, and she’s bucking against my hand. I’m sure my desk is soaked beneath her, which is so unbelievably fucking hot .

  Soon, I can tell she’s right there. Her pussy is swollen for me, her clit a hard nub, and I let my thumb rub right on the sides to drive her wild .

  “Please,” she gasps. “Please. I… I’m so close …”

  “Not yet,” I order her. “You fucking wait.” I delay her for another long minute of delicious torture. My body is breaking apart too, wanting to push inside her so badly I can hardly breathe .

  Her head falls back and she’s crying out, and in this moment all her nervousness from earlier is gone. Right where I want her .

  “Come for me, Samantha,” I demand as I plunge another finger inside her tight cunt. “Fucking come all over my hand .”

  There’s a pause as she stiffens, and then her body bows and she cries out, “God, yes, yes!” and her orgasm erupts and she’s exploding, soaring. I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life as the look of sheer, raw pleasure on her face .

  If I don’t get inside her, I’m going to lose my damn mind .

  “I need to fuck you,” I say baldly. “Tell me yes .”

  “Yes,” she pants. “Please. I…” She’s still in the throes of her orgasm and her whole body is loose now, pliant for me. Samantha peers at me shyly. “Please .”

  I tug a condom from my wallet and strip out of my clothes. Roll it on my aching cock .

  “Um…where do you want me?” she asks, her cheeks flushed .

  “Right here,” I say. I nudge her panties to the side and let the head of my cock press against her slick pussy. God, the h
eat radiating from there is magnetic. I can smell her. I hope my office always smells like this—like her arousal, her beautiful arousal .

  I lean down and take her in a kiss as I unfasten the back of her bra. I need those gorgeous tits free, pressed against me. She sighs when I release her, and I cup the mounds, kneading them gently. My thumbs graze her erect nipples, and she sucks in a breath .

  She’s so wanton, so wet and desperate for me. It’s intoxicating, powerful .

  I push the head of my dick into her, and she pauses again, that same stiffness from before. Her brows flick together briefly and she looks away from me, dragging her lower lip between her teeth .

  I drop one hand to reach around her back, stroking her lower spine. “Samantha. Look at me.” She’s skittish like a deer .

  She finally drags her gaze my way. Her eyes are flickering with loaded emotion. Part of me wonders if I should stop. Then she says, “I want this. Please, Bentley .”

  I push into her, inch by excruciating inch. Christ, this woman is tighter than anyone I’ve ever been with in my entire life. But she’s soaked and she wants me. I lick her flesh between her neck and shoulder, then drop down to her nipple, drawing it into my mouth .

  I’m aching all over, and I want her to come apart again, on my cock this time .

  I finally push all the way in, and she pauses with a gasp of pain .

  I freeze .

  There’s… No, she can’t be …

  I pull back and look Samantha in the eye, not removing myself from her. Not yet. I need to hear her tell me. “Are you a virgin ?”

  Her telltale cheeks burst into red. She swallows. “ Um . Was .”

  Fuck. The weight of this moment hits me hard in the chest. What the fuck ? I …

  Her gaze drops down in embarrassment, and she starts to draw away from me .

  I yank her closer until our bodies are flush. Oh, no she doesn’t. Certainty fills me now, the knowledge that she is trusting me to make this feel good for her. I’m going to make this night something memorable. “You’re going to come all over me, Samantha. Again and again. Do you understand ?”

  That gets her attention. She looks up, the uncertainty fading from her eyes .

  I withdraw a little and nudge back in. Again. Again. Until her channel is wet and open for me, until she’s gasping for me to plunge deeper. But I won’t give it to her. Not yet. She’s not begging me hard enough .

  She’s still in her head. And I want her in her body, feeling what I do. The insane lust that floods me when I look at her .

  My own desire is building from the torturous moves—denying myself as well as her. I need to explode inside her. Claim her as mine, even if for a night .

  Finally, her knees clench on the sides of my hips, and she thrusts against my pelvis. Head thrown back, arms wrapped around me, one hand clenching the back of my neck. She’s feeling it now .

  I begin to fuck her in earnest, slamming that hot, wet cunt, earning groans of delight. I touch her everywhere, overloading her senses, tasting her salt-tinged skin. She’s beautiful and she’s here in my arms, and I’m getting her right to the point of another orgasm .

  Her limbs begin to do that telltale tremble again that they did before. I fuck her harder, pump my raging dick into her channel .

  “Bentley,” she gasps, nails blindly gripping me. Her head is nestled on my neck now, her breaths panting on my skin. “God, yes , yes .”

  “Not yet,” I warn her. I need her insane with desire to come .

  My own body is as hard as a brick, my legs aching from hammering into her, but I’ll be damned if I stop. Not when we’re both so close. And after she comes for me again, I’m going to erupt inside her .

  Before I know what I’m doing, I grip the back of her head, fist clenched in her hair. She gives a small squeak, but her fingers are digging into me, indicating her approval. I can smell her cunt, feel the way her juices are pouring out of her. The sound of our bodies slapping together, wet and hot and lustful .

  “Now,” I command. “Come now, Samantha. Come all over my cock .”

  Another few moments of relentless hammering, and then she stiffens and screams, and I can feel her pussy clenching around my dick, and oh God it feels like heaven, and then my balls are so tight they ache and I’m coming too, spilling my seed, and we’re holding each other .

  It takes me several long, long moments to come back from what just happened. I’m shaking. When the fuck was the last time I came so hard? When sex was so powerful and intense for me? I can’t remember .

  I don’t want to remember .

  This is just fucking. Nothing more. Can’t ever be anything more .

  Samantha sucks in a deep breath and relaxes against me, her body slumping. She’s sweaty and loose and her breathing is evening out. I can feel her smile against my chest . “Wow .”

  I stroke her hair from her damp brow and then withdraw from her. Strangely, my body is aching for more…but I’m far too disciplined for that. We were fucking, is all .

  Even if I did just take her virginity .

  Fuck .

  When I look over at her, she’s slipping her clothes back on, buttoning her blouse. Her hair is mussed from being ravaged. Her mouth is swollen and pink .

  I yank on my clothes without making eye contact. My brain is screaming at me—you just fucked an employee. An employee and a woman you can’t possibly give anything of value to. Way to go .

  “So. Um,” she says. I can hear hesitation in her voice . “I …”

  “You can take tomorrow off,” I tell her, dropping into a chair to put on my shoes and lace them. I can’t look at her. I could hear in her voice that there’s more emotion than I can face. I’m not ready for this. I’m not good enough for this. “We have a light schedule, and I don’t have anything major planned .”

  Not to mention I need a day to have some space from her. To balance myself out again and let go of whatever the fuck is happening in me .

  “Um, okay.” Her reply is soft .

  I finally force myself to look at Samantha. Her big brown eyes are filled with questions. That sexy fucking hair of hers is all messy, and all I want to do is bury my hands in it again and plunge back inside that hot, wet body. Until both of us are too sore to move .

  But I know me. This is a girl who will want more eventually. I can’t give it. I don’t have anything inside me to give .

  I should never have done this. Never have given in to that intense moment of lust. Well, I can’t take it back, but I can make it right from here on out. And I will. I will deal with whatever fallout comes from this. It’s all my responsibility .

  I go to the desk and drape my tie around my neck. Take careful time and attention to tie it. I don’t know what else to say. What else to do .

  Samantha is still staring at me, but I can’t let my gaze go back to her again .

  Then she steps into her heels and leaves, the door closing behind her .

  Samantha

  F ive weeks pass .

  Five long, long weeks of awkward tension between me and Bentley. Five long weeks of almost only email communication—safe and generic, because he doesn’t have to look at me if he just types out his demands. Five long weeks of feeling like a total fool, like I did something wrong during our last encounter. Like I pushed him away .

  That night when we had sex, when I lost my virginity…it was the most amazing night of my life. I never experienced passion like that before—hell, I didn’t even dream that was possible. For my body to feel the things it felt. And Bentley brought me right there so easily; he touched me in ways that aroused me and alleviated my fears. Took me out of my head, out of my worries, and he was right there with me every second. He knew my body, played me like a finely tuned instrument. Like a master painter works a canvas .

  I was so turned on, so aching for him .

  It seemed impossible that he wasn’t feeling something strong for me, too. How could all that passion have been just on my side of thing
s ?

  Then afterward, he got cold and withdrew from me. And I’m left feeling hurt, rejected, and wondering what the hell I did wrong. Maybe he was horrified that I was a virgin? Maybe I just wasn’t good enough ?

  But…it sure as hell seemed like I was fine when we were having sex. He was hard for me, his breathing ragged, his body tense. I may be inexperienced, but I know when a man is aroused. He was .

  Janelle texted me the next night to ask how the flirting experiment went. I kept it generic and said that I followed through on our plan, and it seemed like he had interest , too .

  Interest. Hah. It sure looked like he was interested…until afterward. Then he froze up again and that was it .

  Five weeks .

  A couple of times during this gap, I’ve been tempted to stomp into his office and demand he talks to me. Tell me why he pulled away. Was it because I was a virgin—did he belatedly decide that was too much to deal with? Was he afraid I’d say something to HR ?

  I was the one who first came on to him, though. He’d have as much cause to go to HR as I would, if not more. The first week or so, I waited with baited breath to see if I’d get a call telling me I’ve been canned. But nothing .

  So I’ve held out for weeks, pretending like nothing happened. Pretending like every time I see his desk, I’m not remembering what we did there. It’s almost like it really never happened .

  Sometimes I think perhaps I dreamt the whole thing …

  The ache I felt the next day has been long gone, as well .

  Slowly, other people in the office begin to warm to me, which is the only relief I get in the tension of my work day. We start to joke around in the break room, and I bring boxes of donuts every Friday for the rest of the staff, which earns me a lot of appreciation .

  Admittedly a shameful attempt to buy affection, but it works .

  I start doing lunch breaks with my coworkers—Kim to start, but then it spreads into group lunches. Like today. I’m currently at a nearby café, sitting with Kim and other admin in the office, who are drinking coffee like it’s a lifeline and chattering about their workloads .

  “I swear, I’m never gonna get caught up on the P&L spreadsheet,” Kim bemoans. She’s the admin for the adult romance imprint, which publishes the highest number of novels of any of the imprints under Strongwell Ink. “It’s constant tweaking because no one ever gets me the right numbers .”