Sex okay at the office. Address him same as always. Basically, nothing at work would change except that I’d get to follow through on a couple of my fantasies.
“I am willing to be your Dom, if you’ll have me,” he said.
I sat my fork down. “That…the way you just said it, makes it feel like it means something more than great sex.” Really, really great sex.
“It is. At least, for me. It would bring our relationship to a deeper, intimate level than just sex as you learned to trust me more and more. We’d sign a contract, if you’d like. I promise not to fire you, regardless of how long you stay with me, you promise not to sue for sexual harassment. However, on that note, I want to make it clear, your job is not on the line. Not only are you my best worker, but I do not do business or sex that way.”
“That all sounds reasonable enough. I will choose a safe word to use when I need to.” I agreed to his terms of being a sub for him. The rest of dinner was getting to know each other sexually and expounding on what we knew socially.
By the time dinner was over, my body wanted to feel his tenderly moving with mine.
“Can I follow you home,” he asked, his hands in his pockets.
That’s what caused me to change the no I felt I should say for some reason—a belated belief I should be harder to get maybe—to a yes. Totally different than his usual completely self-assured self, it was as if he were the shy boy in high school and asking the popular girl to the dance, believing she’d say no.
When we made it to my house, part of me wanted to play hostess to put up a front and pretend it was casual, but I decided I wasn’t going to run from my feelings and wants anymore or hide from him.
I crooked my finger, and, given my new sub role, added, “Please.”
I saw approval in his eyes before I turned and led the way to my bedroom. When I faced him again at the doorway to my room, I found his upper half naked, his jacket and shirt slung casually over his shoulder.
I gulped.
My heart stuttered at the flesh and blood presence of my long-time fantasy.
He hung them from the door knob and then came to me. He held me close, running his hands through the back of my long hair. I tried to hold back my emotions, to just keep it physical, and failed. I wanted to feel all of him, to give in to every wish, every lustful thought, but I had too many clothes on now. I wanted to feel him flesh to flesh. He obliged me by taking off all my clothes. I wanted to pleasure him, so I knelt down at his feet and looked up at him, trying to read if I was doing the right thing.
His face was flushed, and his eyes had grown darker as they stared at me. “Can I take your pants off,” I asked, even though my hands already started pulling on the belt.
Nicholas laughed. “Yes.”
I quickly stripped him of his pants and immediately stroked him with one hand, the other exploring his legs and torso. The freedom to finally touch him was exhilarating. I peered up at him again, but this time, he brought one of his hands to the back of my neck and grabbed my hair. With the other he held his cock to my lips. “Suck me.”
Eagerly, I did as bidden. Sucking him in deep, licking him up and down, finding the rhythm which pleased him most. He encouraged me and thoroughly enjoyed himself from the taste of pre-cum in my mouth. All at once, the fingers in my hair tightened their grasp and used it to control my head. Harder and faster, he moved deep within my mouth. He pulled out the last second. He roughly took me by the hair and hauled me to a standing position before moving me to the bed.
He lay me on my back, and began to kiss me, moving from my lips, down my neck to my torso. There he found my nipples with his wicked mouth. My nerves slammed into overdrive and revved there as his teeth teased the tip. My body tensed, and it was as if the road from my breasts to my vagina became a living entity which he controlled.
I needed my clit rubbed with his mouth still on me. But I couldn’t form the words as I was concentrating too hard on trying to please him when my brain wasn’t busy being fried from so much pleasure.
However, he did find the clit, his hands softly making their way. He rubbed in circles on it, making it even larger. My release swept through me. He stopped sucking and sat on his knees between my legs. He flicked over my sensitive nub, and I keened softly. He then did the same to my breasts. I don’t know how long he teased my body, but whatever he did, it sang his praises.
He then yanked me down lower again and put my legs in the air. He spread them while watching his dick go in me. I groaned, despite trying hard not to.
He pushed me into a state of near mindlessness. I was so close to flying over the edge, I just prayed he lasted long enough for me to finish. Then he drew out. I whimpered. But he just shook his head then placed himself between my thighs. He licked my clit as he ate my pussy vigorously. One hand crept up and found my breasts, teasing and flirty with them.
Finally, the orgasm which had been building into a storm let me free. I screamed as I arched, my hips coming off the bed. He positioned himself between my legs. His cock was once again inside me, pumping hard, in and out, riding out my orgasm which kept coming for a few minutes. He thrust into me, almost painfully, as he kept up the furious pace.
All at once, I felt him tense. Anticipation built within me. Then he came, and I came again, following him down the rosy path, my body not my own. I had this passing thought that I’d never be the same again after him, but quickly hid from the implications. Another ripple of pleasure passed through me. He collapsed on top of me, then rolled off to the side, taking me with him. Holy hell, I was spent. He cuddled me against him, and that’s how I fell asleep.
The next morning, I expected things to be awkward, but I found him showered and walking barefoot in his pants in my kitchen getting coffee. I squinted my eyes trying to see through sleep blur, and he appeared as if he had just walked off a Marie Claire ad, all pressed slacks and dress shirt, a few buttons open at the top.
He handed me a cup without saying a word. I had a wry moment of thinking he must have heard the rumors in the office of my mood before caffeine. I sipped it and immediately allowed my eyes to shut in appreciation. About halfway down my cup, I said, “Morning. Thank you. I need to shower so I’m not late. The boss is a real slave driver.” I winked and carried my mug with me to the bathroom.
I’d been in there just long enough to throw off the t-shirt I’d grabbed to leave the bedroom with and start the water to warm when he entered. He came up behind me. I leaned back into him, reveling in feeling his strength.
“Morning,” he said.
I tilted my head to look at him better, and he took advantage of it to kiss me. I turned more fully toward him, returning it with more fervor than I could usually find this early. Coffee must have been kicking in.
I finally stepped back, breathing hard, trying to get myself under some semblance of control. “I have to shower,” I reiterated, voice shaky as my hands. I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. My legs trembled as I thought of him so close while I stood naked under the water. I washed my hair and put in the conditioner, my senses heightened by the knowledge of his presence. As I ran my fingers through my hair, taking out the tangles, he stepped in, gloriously naked. I stepped around so he could get under the water, and just watched, lust filling my whole being. He grabbed the soap and began washing himself. It hypnotized me, and I found myself reaching a hand out and rubbing the soap on his chest before I consciously realized what I’d done.
I looked up, and the expression on his face had me wet and ready, and I don’t mean from the shower.
“Soap me down,” he ordered.
I tilted my head sideways, pondering, but as it was something I wanted to do anyway, I took the soap from him and lathered up my hands. I started at his shoulders, down one muscular arm then the other, enjoying the pure sensuality of touching him this way. Then I stepped so close that my breasts rubbed against his chest, and then I reached around to his back, stroking up and down and in circular motions. I ai
med to taunt him, but my nipples hardened into tight buds, and by the time I finished his back, I was holding back a pant.
I rubbed his whole torso and then moved to his legs. I was careful to not touch his dick, teasing him by going up his taut thigh, even reaching around to wash his ass, my mouth a scant tongue lick away from him as I did so. When I went to wash the other leg, he’d apparently had enough of my teasing and tried to grab my hair. The slipperiness from the conditioner had his hand going right through it. I then stared up at him through my lashes, an impudent grin on my face.
He gave me a wicked grin back, then rubbed his hands through my hair until they were covered, then leaned, and rubbed my breasts with it. I whimpered in submission and stood up. “You win,” I whispered.
He ran his hand down, still slick, and rubbed my clit. I held onto his shoulders, which the water had cleared the soap from. “Surrender,” he ordered.
God, was he always this bossy in the morning? I moaned as he ran a finger through my folds to my opening. He dipped a finger in then back out to my clit. I resisted the urge to promise him anything and everything, but I had to bite my tongue.
“Surrender,” he whispered into my ear.
I was lost. My heart and soul had become his. “I surrender,” I capitulated, knowing I meant more than just the moment.
He kissed me while his finger kept doing the circles on my clit, and I thought I’d expire from the joy of his touch. My whole body tensed suddenly, and then I came hard, my knees going weak. I decided to do what I’d wanted to do while I teased him, and I knelt at his feet.
I took the base of his erection in my hand and stroked it a few times, enjoying the feel of the thickness in my hand, and visually getting myself stirred up again. I opened my mouth and took him in just part way, getting to know his head with my lips and tongue. I sucked his dick in hard, all the way to my fist gripping him, then back out. He threw his hips toward me, and I heard his moan.
Water hit my face as I worshipped him, the soap completely gone from him by this point. I worked him hard with hand and mouth, loving the position, wanting to please him, to make him come. He grabbed my hair, successfully this time as the spray had cleared my conditioner out as I gave him the blow job. He pulled a bit, and I gasped around him, but never lost my concentration.
He groaned and then held my head still and fucked my mouth as if he’d never had a blow job before and couldn’t handle how good it felt. He thickened as he edged closer to completion. I swirled my tongue extra as his head slammed to the back of my throat. My lips were bruised and already started to swell, but I didn’t care. I wanted to make him come this way.
I felt my own climax hitting that point where I’d go over and tried to complete him first. He gave a short yank on my hair, and I couldn’t stop my orgasm and screamed around him as it hit me. He let out a yell above me, and his hot cum shot down my throat. I kept sucking, lapping and swallowing until he had calmed, and then I licked one last time and released him.
I stood, albeit shakily, and stared at him, my breathing still hard. I’d just lived one of my favorite fantasies, and all I could think about was doing it repeatedly or having him fuck me again. I really had to get ready for work or I’d be late. Traffic would be murder. Well, I could skip getting my coffee. That bought me a half hour…and possibly that murder charge…
I swallowed hard at the look he gave me. “If,” I started then had to clear my throat and start again. “If you keep staring at me like that, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. I will jump you, drag you to my room, and have my way with you.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. Damn, but he was cute when he did that. “Oh really?”
My nipples were practically begging for that mouth of his, but I wasn’t some succubus who couldn’t control herself, despite my bold words. “No, I’d beg you to do that to me. I’d do whatever you asked and more.”
Hell.
That wasn’t what I was supposed to say. I got out of the shower and grabbed my towel on the go, hightailing it to my bedroom. Holy hell, even. He came in, wearing only a towel. It wasn’t enough. I knew what was under that towel, and I would happily spend all day every day being used by it. As long as he fed me.
“You keep staring at me like that, and we’re both going to call in sick,” he said.
My gaze flicked to his in surprise. “Oh,” I choked out, blushing. Moving so my back was to him, I put on my undergarments. I really wished I didn’t blush like that around him. I thought I would stop if I ever had a chance to bed him, but nope. Actually, I think it was worse. Maybe because now I know he returns it? Or maybe because I know that he knows that I want to be a sub? Since no one else brought that out in me. Probably all of that. I held back a sigh.
“I have to go to my house and get my clothes,” he replied. “I will see you at work.”
I turned to him then, my bra on, and closed the short distance between us. I kissed him, the bruising on my lips a reminder of earlier, as if I needed one. “See you at work,” I said, my voice hoarse as lust hit me again. It would get easier, I repeated as a mantra. This complete incontrollable infatuation resulted from the newness of it. I knew this, logically, but my libido had other ideas.
I stared into his eyes and saw a flare of returned lust. “Go,” I whispered, pleading, not ordering. “I can’t take the day off.” My wetness already pooled between my legs. I could smell my sex, so he probably could, too.
“I will leave you, but I want to take you somewhere tonight. Tomorrow’s Saturday,” he added when I was about to say I really couldn’t.
I agreed. How could I not? I’d follow him to the ends of the earth, if he but knew it.
I made it into the office, including snagging my morning coffee with seconds to spare. I spied Nicholas in his office, leaned back in his chair on the phone, looking for all the world like he’d been working all morning, not getting a blow job from me. I tried to will away the blush this thought brought and scurried to my desk to hide my face behind a computer screen.
As I sat, I heard a couple coworkers talking, one of whom had always been a shit to me. I recognized Kim’s nasal tones.
“She was stuck in the elevator for a long time with the boss. Wonder what took them so long to call.”
I heard murmurs from others in the office but focused on the conversation closest to me.
“Don’t be a bitch, Kim. You’re just jealous because you’ve been trying to get him in your bed for more than two years now.”
I smiled to myself. Good ol’ Becca. We weren’t best friends, but we’d found plenty in common. And since the fire when I’d helped her out of the smoky room, she’d been extra thoughtful, bringing me homemade goodies. From what I heard buzzing around me, only Becca and Arnold weren’t slurping the Kool-Aid to throw Nicholas and I under the bus.
“You mark my words. Fiona used that as a way to get ahead of the rest of us. Next thing you know, she’ll be getting a raise.”
The last word had a nasty undertone in her voice, and I had about had it. I started to stand to march over to where she sat and give her a piece of my mind when Becca spoke up. “If she is given a raise, it will be because she deserves it. She’s usually here before us and leaves after us with few exceptions. She works more hours than Mr. Smith, even, on a lot less pay. Now, I suggest you get back to your work. Mr. Smith doesn’t hire us to gossip.”
I heard Kim’s hmph all the way over at my spot. Still, though Becca defended me, there were others within ear shot who chose to titter and giggle nastily, and the bubble of happy I’d had from my adventures last night popped.
The day dragged on. I finished my work in plenty of time, and pleaded a headache to go home, fully realizing it would add fuel to the gossip, but I’d come too close to tears too many times as the speculative looks from my co-workers burned.
I’d sent a memo from my computer to his that I was leaving early and didn’t wait for a reply. I logged off my hard drive and shut my machine down, leaving
as fast as I could before he could try to stop me. If he said one kind word, I’d probably bawl in front of everyone.
I made it out by the skin of my teeth. I saw him leaving his office and searching for me. He called my name as the elevator doors shut. I painted a false smile on my face and waved. It wasn’t him I was upset with.
After all the work I’d done over the past year, all the shifts and accounts I’d covered with little to no thanks, it hurt that they would assume I was sleeping with the boss to take advantage and use him that way. It also pissed me off that they presumed he was a womanizer and that he would try to buy me in that manner.
As I headed home, it hit me I was more angry that they’d smeared his name than mine. Though, I was definitely not happy about either thing. With my history with Kim, I had to fight the urge to apologize to Nicholas for not warning him that I came with an enemy gossip. My phone rang, and I answered.
“Hi.”
“Hey, Fiona. It’s Nicholas. What’s the matter?” The concern in his voice caused a lump to form in my throat.
“Nothing that I can talk about. Just gossip that I couldn’t ignore today.” I cringed. He would crack that wide open, if I knew him at all.
“Gossip?” One word, that one word conveyed so much. I knew right then that I would be the talker in our relationship, and that I’d tell him anything he wanted to know. Damn. It. Why was I so different with him than anyone else?
“Yeah, you know, shit people say behind your back except when they want to say it to your face?” Facetiousness and sarcasm. My defense mechanism along with jokes. Thankfully, I only put out a small amount of it, or I’d have to apologize to him, too.
“I know what gossip is.” The patience in his voice told me he wasn’t fooled by my response. “What was the specific gossip which caused you to leave early?”
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