by Alexis Angel
I have some choices to make, and all of them have consequences. On one hand, there’s my company; on the other, there’s Malcolm. And sitting right at the crossroad is Ben, watching my every move, his finger hovering over the Destroy Her button.
Yeah, I’ve had better days, no doubt about that.
Trying to take my mind out of the pool of desperation it’s falling into, I turn the engine on and place my hands on the steering wheel. I turn the radio on, and a soft jazzy voice immediately fills up the car.
Michael Bublé.
Fucking great.
Malcolm
Roast beef, cheese, mustard, rye—normally all the makings of a good sandwich, but today I can't eat. Just looking at food makes me queasy.
I chuck it into the wastebasket, disgusted with not only the food, but with myself, and with my life in general.
What was I thinking, falling for a woman like Athena, especially given the high stakes? Of course she snuck out of my apartment—no good bye, no 'hey, it was fun, but I gotta run,' and not even a text. Karma? Luck? Fuck if I know.
And that's what really gets me. How hard is it to send a text message?
I've been calling her like crazy, one call after another, and texting too, but now she's giving me the silent treatment. Like I don't exist. For all I know, maybe she even had my number blocked.
It's as if she doesn't know me.
Her silence makes me feel feral in my vulnerability. One minute, I'm confessing my love for this women—a dangerous fucking thing to do considering this '100 Days' contest isn't even over and I have everything to lose—and the next, she's vanishing quicker than a ghost.
I'm like a wild animal locked in this office.
I swear I'm losing it. I'm even hoarding small things that remind me of Athena—it started out simple, keeping a small cocktail napkin from our first date, and then holding onto an earring she left behind in my bed sheets.
Who have I become?
I pull my cell phone from my pocket and dial her again. I listen to the phone ring, and ring, and ring before going to voicemail.
I end the call in disgust. I refuse to leave another message.
Then I buzz my secretary.
"Stacey, re-schedule all of today's meetings."
"No problem, Mr. Bane. Is everything okay?"
"No, but it will be."
I let go of the intercom button, and send a message to my driver.
If Athena won't take my calls, I'll come to her and catch her off guard at her office.
There's no way I'm going to forget this ever happened because none of this makes sense. What if she's hurt? What if something terrible has happened and I don't even know about it?
That seems unlikely, but still … at the very least, I deserve to find out what's going on. Because at this rate, it feels like my fucking life is on hold.
Athena has consumed me. I can't think about anything else to the point that nothing else exists.
No amount of masturbating, working out at the gym, or whiskey drinking will erase her from my mind.
I walk to the curb outside and see my driver standing next to the car, holding the back passenger door open.
"Afternoon, sir. Where to today?"
"Thanks, Henry. Take me to Millionaire Matches, Inc. headquarters."
"Right away sir."
Within moments, the car is pulling into the steady flow of traffic, and I sink into the soft black leather, closing my eyes.
With my eyes shut, I can smell Athena's hair—sweet and exotic and faraway from the city—Mandarin oranges served on a slice of salty ocean. I can almost feel the way her pulse flutters in her neck, like a caged butterfly against my lips.
Athena—the ancient Greek goddess of wisdom and war. Yes, that seems to ring true—even for this modern-day Athena.
Before I know it, the car is pulling up to her building. It's a marvel of architectural achievement—all steel and glass as far as the eye can see.
I thank Henry for the ride, and walk toward the building's elevators. I ride them all the way up to her office, the whole time wondering if she's going to be here.
I walk out of the elevator, and into her office.
"Excuse me, sir?" her secretary says, and I blow right past his desk.
I don't have time for niceties.
When I reach her door, it's open, and I see her.
She's sitting behind her desk, her slender legs crossed, in a tight black skirt and blazer. She raises her eyes, and looks at me. It's not a look of surprise. In fact, her look doesn't tell me anything.
Is it indifference that I'm sensing?
"Where the fuck have you been?" I say. "I was worried. You slipped out of the apartment without a word, a note, a text—nothing. And then you've been refusing to answer my calls. What's going on?"
She shrugs. "Contrary to what you might think, I'm a busy woman."
I laugh. Two can play this game.
"Too busy for a text?"
"What, Mal—do I need to be at you hand and foot now? Because if that's what you think, you're talking to the wrong woman. That's not me."
"Stop, that's bullshit and you know it. You know I'm not asking for much."
She shrugs again. "I don't know what you want from me."
"You know what this is?" I say.
"Is this a thing?"
"That's right; it is. Your head versus your heart—your whole body is rebelling. Look me in the eyes and tell me that's not true."
She looks at me for a second, but refuses to hold my gaze.
And in that moment, I know I'm right. About this. About everything.
I walk toward her, closing the distance between us and my heart is kicking in my chest.
The way she's holding her lips slightly open, the way her tits are sitting in her blouse, like two scoops just begging to be eaten, and the way the sun from her floor-to-ceiling office windows is lighting her hair around her face—it's all making my cock throb.
I know she can feel this too. She isn't moving. Isn't speaking.
I'm now standing in front of her, and I brush my fingers against her lips, and drag them down her throat. I touch her lips again, and this time she opens her mouth, sucking them with her warm, velvet tongue, and it sends a bolt of electricity traveling down my spine.
With uncontrolled lust, I grab her throat, bringing her closer to me.
“Unbuckle my belt.”
Athena
“Nice to see you again,” I whisper, my heart feeling like a hand grenade inside my chest. His words have awakened something visceral inside of me, and I can’t wait to obey him. Images of Malcolm taking out his frustrations on my jacket, my skirt, my blouse, my bra, and oh dear God my thong. I want him to destroy my thong. I'm getting way too far ahead of myself.
“I was wondering if there was ever going to be an ‘again,’” he says, his words heavy and tense. “Did you plan on coming by, returning a call, send a text, or maybe a fucking carrier pigeon.”
I'm getting wet listening to him go on. Why in the world does this turn me on like this?
“Unbuckle my belt,” he repeats, but I know I can’t submit to him this easily. I can’t show him how bad I want and need him. If I can push his buttons just a little harder I'll get exactly what I want.
I move my fingers down his chest, stopping when I have them hooked on his belt. Then, my eyes on his, I let go and take one step back. Without saying a word, I go back to my desk and pick up the phone. “Could you please cancel any other appointments I have today?” I say, trying hard to conceal the lust that insists on making my voice heavier. I hang up the phone and finally lock my eyes onto Malcolm’s.
“So what is it that you want me to do?” I ask him, fully knowing that I’m teasing a wild and dangerous animal.
“I want you to stop being so fucking hot and cold all the time. Either you are into me, or you’re not, but stop messing around and just say which one it is for you.”
Logically that is the answer th
at I would expect him to give, but physically that is not even close to what I want. Maybe if I get this desk from between us I can move this along.
“What do you want?” I ask plainly, finally coming to stand next to him as he reaches a full standing position again.
Instead of repeating his order from before, he just grabs the back of my head and roughly pulls me to him. The kiss is not a sweet gentle affair. This is a collision. His lust impacting my own at full speed. His tongue forces its way into my mouth. His lips undulating against mine as a violent massage of need. God damn I love kissing this man. I can feel my body respond as my pussy starts to tingle.
I reach up to place my hand on the back of his head. I want to make sure he doesn’t break away until we are both ready. He stops me. His hand closes around my raising wrist with laser-like accuracy. Malcolm twists my arm behind me. His hand locks like steel around my wrist. I feel myself start to gasp, but it's no use because his mouth is locked to mine.
Malcolm turns me slightly and backs me up to my desk. The sharp corner digs into my ass as he presses forward. His tongue leading the way he leans back over the desk. I put my free hand back to steady myself and I feel the stapler slide across the mahogany top.
My legs open of their own accord letting his strong body close to me. He closes the distance by pulling harder at the back of my head. His fingers curl inward and scratch along my scalp as he entangles my hair. The pain is refreshing in a strange way. The tingling lets me know that I'm alive. That this is really happening. Just like I had hoped that it would.
He is so delicious his tongue tastes sweet and salty. I try to take in as much of his test as I can, but the way he's pressed against me is making it hard to breath and therefore hard to concentrate on tasting him. My head is feeling light. The sensations vibrating from my pussy are becoming more intense as I find it harder to keep a clear thought in my mind. I'm bouncing from the feeling between my legs, to the taste of his tongue, to my need for more air.
Just as the world around me begins to spin he pulls back. Oxygen rushes to my brain almost instantly as Malcolm pulls my hair causing my head to tilt back.
“Fuck,” I manage to gasp out as my mind tries to make the ceiling stop spinning. The fan is not helping.
“That is the plan,” he hisses before biting my neck. His sharp teeth pinching my skin almost to the breaking point snaps my mind back into focus.
I have to decide how I want to play this. Do I want to give in this easily and be immediately submissive to this man’s desires? That idea certainly has merit and a lot of very hot iterations. I could also push back and see just how far he is willing to go to have me. There are a good number of incredibly sexy positives to this approach.
“Only if you can take me.” The words are out of my mouth before I come to a conscious conclusion. Guess, I am going with defiant. This should be interesting.
“All right, then,” Malcolm hisses as he twists my arm in the other direction spinning me around. His hand backed up by those rippling arm muscles press against my back. I push back just a little, almost as a test. He adds more pressure and pins me, bent at the waist over my own desk. I have just enough time to turn my head before my body hits the hard surface.
Malcolm is obviously not concerned with any type of warm-up. I feel my skirt bunch and lift as his free hand reaches between my legs. His fingers find the edge of my panties. He moves the small piece of material covering my pussy to the side.
I gasp and then let out a small shriek when his fingers plunge into my hole. He has to have at least two inside me. There is no way that a single finger could stretch the lips of my pussy apart like this. Malcolm bends his fingers and press mercilessly at my G-spot. The intensity of the response to having the spot touched so roughly is overwhelming. Pinned to the desk all I can do is shiver as the orgasm races through my body. I was not prepared to go off so suddenly. My eyes clamp shut. I can feel the heat spread across my face as I drink in such a sudden release.
Malcolm starts pulling his fingers out of me and I shudder as he does. I was ready for him to be done with fingering me, but instead he shoves his fingers back inside my pussy so hard and fast he lifts my body off the ground enough that I am on tip toes. The callouses on his fingers and palm scrape against my delicate skin as he continues to slam his fingers into my pussy over and over. My body is lifting and falling as he pounds into me. I can hear him breathing hard as he works his hand in and out of my hole. I can also hear the squishing sounds of his fingers moving in and out of the juices my pussy is currently gushing. Fuck almighty, I didn’t know I wanted rough sex this badly.
My eyes slam shut again as another round of pure erotic joy blasts through every part of me. It is like there is pure electricity coursing through me. I would swear on anything that bolts of lightning were shooting from my toes, fingertips, and nipples at this very moment.
The shudders rocking my body begin to abate and I can focus a little better. I can hear Malcolm grunting as he drives his fingers into me over and over again.
Suddenly I'm spinning and falling. My knees bend and hit the floor.
“You want to play it both ways. The problem is you can’t. You want to act like a cock-tease then I'm going to show you what happens to a cock tease.” His words are menacing.
His speed and strength are intimidating. I didn't feel him change his grip. I was bent over the desk and then I was on my knees. How he did it, I don’t know or care because this whole experience is so amazingly sexy.
Once again he yanks my head backward so that I'm looking straight up. His handsome face looming over me. His eyes filled with unadulterated want. His lips set with pure determination.
I can only watch as he brings his other hand into my view and places his two fingers, now covered with my fluids, against my lips. I've never tasted my own cum before, but the smell of my juices on his fingers just below my nose makes me want to open my mouth. Something inside of me needs to suck his fingers clean. My mind is telling me to make him happy, to do whatever Malcolm wants me to do. But, I'm supposed to be resisting. Somewhere inside my mind another voice is telling me it is too early to submit fully to his will.
I press my lips together tightly. Malcolm is lightning fast. His hand releases my hair but before I can react and lower my head his hand is around my throat. I can feel his strength through the skin of my neck. The imminent threat is turning me on in a way that I've never felt before. He is not actually hurting me. He is putting just the slightest bit of pressure against the sides of my neck. It's the possibility that with the slightest flex I could be in danger that is making this so erotic. The look on his face says clearly that he's on the edge of control. Just the slightest bit of continued resistance could make him lose control. I don’t dare press my luck any farther. I give into that voice that wants me to relent. My mouth opens letting his fingers slip in.
I taste amazing. It has never occurred to me to try licking my own fingers and no other man has ever suggested it. I can taste salt, something sweet and there is a tangy taste that is making my tongue tingle just a little bit.
“You know what that taste is?” Malcolm’s growl is low and reverberates through me as he speaks. “That is your body rebelling. You say you don’t want me. You act like you don’t want me, but the minute I'm in the same room with you, your pussy tells the truth.”
He's so right. I knew days ago when I had decided to try to ignore him.
“Unbuckle my belt,” he orders pulling his fingers out of my mouth but keeping his hold on my throat. I hesitate. I’m not sure I'm even resisting at this point. I'm just not sure how to work around his arm. The small amount of time was enough to test his control. His fingers tightened just a bit. I can feel the tips of his fingers pressing against the veins in the sides of my neck. It is still not dangerous, but I take the warning for what it is and I scramble to loosen his belt.
His order has taken over my mind, and this time I simply can’t resist his commands.
; “Take out my cock,” his hissed order sending shivers up my spine. His hand is still around my neck but now I know how to work around him so there is no hesitation. I consider, for just a flash of thought, about taking my time. I've never considered myself to be an extremely naughty girl. Oh sure, I've always liked a little light spanking, some biting and the occasional scratch along the back, but I never considered that I would enjoy a man being so rough with me. I decide just as quickly to not press things too far too quickly. I manage to free his monstrous cock in record time.
“Suck on my balls,” he orders me continuing to hiss his instructions through gritted teeth while lifting his cock with his free hand.
I don’t consider hesitating at all because he isn’t giving me the option; his fingers dig a little bit harder into the tender flesh of my neck as he pulls my head forward. All I have to do is open my mouth.
His skin is hot and velvety smooth. I manage to fit both of them in my mouth at the same time. His scent fills my nose and causes a slight tingle in my nostrils. I roll his balls around with my tongue; the musky scent of his body makes me moan. I'm sure he appreciates the vibration because I can feel his body rumble with a guttural moan of his own.
Malcolm releases his grip on my throat. I hadn’t realized it but I was not getting as much air as I needed because just as suddenly as he releases his grip, I draw in a deep breath through my nose and I feel dizzy. He is again not giving me the time to think about myself. His hand is instantly tangled in my hair and my head is once again jerked back. I register the popping sound of his balls leaving my mouth.
I manage a gasp of air before he plunges his cock into my mouth. I feel the thick tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and bend downward and invade my throat. I feel the gagging start deep inside me. My body rebels against the intrusion, but Malcolm is determined to make this all about him. I start to push against his thighs trying to free myself, but he holds my head tightly against him. My nose bends slightly against his body. I can’t bring in enough air. I start to panic. I know I can’t take this any longer.
