by J. D. Chase
Her breath had caught in her throat as soon as he’d lunged and she couldn’t breathe. As much as she told herself that she was stronger than that, the effect his little speech had on her body told her otherwise. Thank God he didn’t know that she was experiencing practically all of those things he’d described, just from hearing him say them. She fought the urge to squirm in her seat, caused by her pussy demanding attention. But she would never, ever go crawling to him on her knees begging. No, if he chose to play hardball, she’d play harder.
He released her ear and sat back, smiling smugly. She took the opportunity to take some badly needed deep breaths whilst arranging her features into a look of haughty condescension.
She turned to face him, pushing her breasts out as she moved, noticing with satisfaction his eyes flick down and widen momentarily before his gaze returned to meet hers. She spoke with a low, husky voice that was unintended but obviously effective. ‘That was quite a speech. Such a shame it was a complete work of fiction. We both know who’d really cave in first, don’t we?’ She rested a hand on his thigh; then, as she continued talking, she trailed her fingers up and down. ‘You can’t even look at me when I’m fully dressed without getting a hard-on and you’d have fucked me, just the way you like it – aggressive and oh so dirty – if I’d not rebuked your advances upstairs. You’d have fucked me, licked me, sucked me, fingered me, bitten me, bruised me, grabbed my hair and pushed my face into the mattress or on to your cock until you allowed yourself to come in my tight, wet, little pussy as I screamed your name, clenching around your cock as your balls pumped your come inside me, until my eyes rolled back into my head and I clung to you, utterly spent and totally fucked. And that was when I was giving you no encouragement . . . quite the reverse, in fact.’
She slowly flicked her tongue over her lips and waited. She’d seen his jaw tense and his nostrils flare more than once while she was talking. By the time she’d finished, his eyes were heavily hooded and she could see his erection straining against the confines of his suit trousers.
For several moments, he remained silent. She knew he was regrouping and preparing for another round and he didn’t disappoint.
‘Oh, Red, my poor, naïve, delusional Red. This is a dangerous game you’re playing. So you want to up the stakes, deprive yourself of the best fucking you’ve ever had for as long as you can manage to hold out? Hmm?’
No you don’t! Just tell him that you’re happy with the original agreement of no sex in the office! But there was something about his words, delivered with such a belittling, taunting expression that engaged her stubborn nature and she heard herself saying, ‘I won’t be depriving myself for long. Even if you can’t find it within yourself to do the decent thing and throw in the towel, you’ll soon find a way to bend the rules because, as you’ve said yourself, you can’t resist me. And once your full, heavy, aching balls begin to dominate your every waking moment, every time you see me, you’ll want to empty them into my hot, tight hole.’
What? Nooooo! You’re a fucking idiot, Isla Hamilton!
His eyes narrowed and he regarded her closely. ‘You’re taking a bit of a gamble. What if I did need to empty them . . . but it wasn’t inside you?’ His voice was deep and soft, completely at odds with his words.
Her mouth dropped open. He could fuck someone else! Well, if he did, it would be game over because I’d be gone! She smiled sweetly, ‘I’m willing to take the risk because I’m so confident that you’ll crumble.’ She sounded much more confident than she felt. ‘And remember . . . what’s sauce for the goose, is sauce for the gander.’
He gave a deep, throaty laugh. ‘True. That’s very true. So tonight, if I get chance to see you, we’ll be having a masturbation marathon. Oh, Red, I’d love to see you pleasuring yourself.’
Ooh he was talking about masturbating! Thank fuck for that. Oh . . . Xander . . . with his big, strong hand stroking his cock . . . as I rub my clit to within an inch of its life . . . this game has some rewards, after all. ‘And I’d love to pleasure myself as I watch you pleasuring yourself, knowing how much you’d rather be buried inside me . . .’
He smirked, ‘Ah, well, perhaps I’ll knock one out before I see you. That should tide my cock over . . . it’s not as needy or greedy as your wet, little pussy. And it’s wet right now, isn’t it, Red? I can smell your scent . . .’
He can smell me . . . oh my fucking God. Her cheeks coloured from his lewd remark until she realised that he was being deliberately provocative.
So the gloves are off . . .
‘And I can smell the scent of the sticky pre-cum that’s leaking out of the head of your solid, throbbing cock.’
She saw his pupils dilate even more. Take that!
He stroked the bulge in his trousers with his fingertips . . . lazy little circles that had an almost hypnotic effect on Isla. ‘Hmm. Yes it is. Do you want to taste it, Red? Oh I’ll bet you’d give anything to run your tongue over the tip of my cock and scoop it up wouldn’t you?’
‘Yes . . . No . . .’ Damn this man. ‘Of course I’d like to . . . but not as much as you want to bury your face in my pussy. Losing yourself and drinking down all I can give you. If you’re lucky, you won’t choke when I squirt.’
Seeing a pulsing vein stand proud in his neck gave her a self-satisfied thrill. She couldn’t help but smirk when he rearranged the position of his cock and she saw a flicker of irritation marring his features. Oh yeah, she thought, I can win this one with ease.
‘You’re a dirty bitch, Red, and you know damn well that there’s nothing I’d like more than to taste you right now. But you haven’t tasted me yet. You must be desperate to wrap your lips around my shaft, not to mention sliding your tongue under my foreskin . . . especially now that it’s covered in sweet, juicy pre-cum. You want to know how I taste . . . what my skin feels like under your tongue . . . how far down your throat you can take it . . . not to mention how it will feel when my come is spurting down your throat . . . it’s not just your pussy that’s hungry, is it, Red? Your mouth is hungry for cock too . . . my cock . . .’
He flexed his erection repeatedly as he spoke. Isla’s mouth had dried completely and she was breathing with such shallow breaths that she began to feel faint. Fight it. Don’t let him win.
She attempted to moisten her lips but her tongue was too dry to make any difference. Her voice was hoarse when she replied, ‘Oh no . . . I wouldn’t want you to come in my mouth. I’d rather lubricate your cock with my mouth, covering it with the thick saliva from the back of my throat when you almost choke me . . .’ She saw his eyes grow wide and his jaw muscles spasm as he gritted his teeth. You’ve got him on the ropes now. ‘A hot, wet, messy blowjob that would lubricate your cock so well . . . mmm, and ready it to take my dirty, tight, puckered little arsehole. That’s what you really want, isn’t it, Xander?’
He sat motionless, apart from the clenching of his jaw and the pulsing of his jugular vein – which now looked fit to burst. His eyes were locked on hers, his pupils so dilated there was little of the stormy grey irises left. She could feel the tension radiating from him, his body rigid and his breathing heavy. She wouldn’t have been at all surprised if he’d leapt on her there and then, making her act out her words. Instead, he spoke.
‘Forgive me, Red.’
Oh yes, I’ve won. Perhaps we can get some work done now before the day’s over.
But he continued, his voice eerily quiet and menacing. ‘I underestimated what a filthy fucking bitch you are. I will not make that mistake again. But I’ll tell you this, you’d be a fool to underestimate my determination and desire to win. Because when you break – and you will – what you just described is exactly what will happen. I don’t care where we are. Or what we’re doing. Or even who’s watching. You’ll take my cock into your throat, battling with your gag reflex as you coat the length of it with whore nectar from the very back of your throat before I pull out, leaving you a frustrated mess. If you’re good, my cock will be dripping with t
he stuff . . . because I’m going to bend you over, push past your tight little ring and fuck your hot, dirty little hole for all I’m worth until that poor little hole is gaped wide open and, I promise you, you’ll feel me there for days afterwards . . . What’s the matter, Red? You’re looking a little faint . . .’
Looking a little faint didn’t begin to cover it. She sat motionless. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. She could barely think straight. He’d knocked the feistiness out of her with his threat – no, it wasn’t a threat – it was an assurance. She’d experimented with anal sex and was no innocent, but something about his words, or the way he’d delivered them, made her wish that she’d backed out of this stupid game sooner. She realised two things: he meant every single damn word and, whatever happened, she must not be the one to crack first.
She eventually smiled. ‘I was just thinking that you don’t know me very well. You’ve just made things a whole lot easier for me, that’s all.’
He frowned in confusion and seemed lost for words for once. She took the opportunity to escape and slid her bottom to the edge of the sofa.
‘Time to get on with some work, methinks. I’ll get this action plan typed up and set about putting some timescales in for your approval. Is that okay with you, Xander?’ She was impressed with how business-like and together she sounded. Inside, she was still all over the place.
He nodded. ‘As long as you put your pussy at the top of the list. Timescale: today.’
She walked to the door, turned the handle and, as she disappeared into the sanctuary of her office, replied, ‘You wish.’
Chapter Ten
Isla closed the door behind her, let out a long breath, and resolved to act like a twenty-seven-year-old professional by getting on with her work and forgetting about her hotter-and-hornier-than-hell boss in the next room.
She began work on the action plan in earnest, listing the tasks according to how swiftly and inexpensively she estimated they could be completed. A little before the end of the afternoon, Charlie came wandering in looking very agitated.
‘Good afternoon, Isla. There’s a problem with the fire alarm console. It was reset after the fire alarm earlier but it won’t stay reset,’ he explained.
‘Hey, Charlie. What do you mean? The alarm isn’t sounding so surely it must have reset.’
He shook his head. ‘Not properly. The light keeps blinking on the console that either shows there’s been a problem or that there’s a fault. I can’t get it to go out. I’ve reset it several times but within half an hour or so, it starts flashing again. I know it’s not setting the alarm off but it isn’t right. I’m worried that there could be a fault in the circuit or something.’
She nodded her understanding. ‘So what do we need to do? I assume we have a maintenance contract with the supplier . . .’
‘We do, yes. But I’m not sure if there’d be any charges associated with a call-out so I thought I’d check with you first. It does need sorting, Miss, because if there’s a fault it would be a safety risk.’
‘So call them out, Charlie. Safety first and all that.’ She smiled reassuringly. ‘Thank you for the heads up. Let me know when they can come out.’
‘Thank you, Miss. Leave it with me.’
She smiled at he strode out of her office like a man on a mission. He was lovely . . . if a little odd. That reminded her about the issue of Martha, the boiler. She needed to raise that with Xander but she thought it safer to stay away from his office so she emailed him about it instead and also mentioned the issue with the fire alarm control panel.
Within minutes, he replied:
What’s up, Red . . . too scared you’d weaken if you came into my lair?
Chicken!
X
Isla’s mouth fell open at his blatant teasing and that he’d signed it with a kiss, until she realised that it was his initial. She knew she should ignore it but she didn’t want him to think he’d hit the nail on the head . . . although he absolutely had. So she replied:
Actually I’m busy working so it was a matter of convenience.
Don’t flatter yourself . . . you’d be sadly disappointed.
As soon as she’d hit the send button, Charlie reappeared, looking worse than he had earlier.
‘Sorry to disturb you, Miss, but I’ve called the alarm company and they can send someone out but it won’t be for another hour or so.’
‘Thank you, Charlie. That’ll be fine.’
‘But . . . I mean I’ll wait for them . . . but I’ve got my allotments to see to and—’
‘I wasn’t expecting you to wait for them, Charlie. No, you get off. I’ll hang around for them,’ she explained.
‘Oh thank you, Isla. You’re a good girl.’
She waved her hand dismissively. ‘Just doing my job, Charlie.’
The second he’d left her office she heard Xander’s voice say, ‘If only he knew . . .’
She turned around and found him leaning against his doorframe with a bemused expression plastered across his face.
‘What are you talking about?’ she asked, missing the point completely.
‘You’re anything but a good girl, Red. In fact, I’d go as far as to say you can be a very bad girl.’
The penny dropped and she smirked. ‘Oh, I think it’s fair to say that when I’m being a bad girl, I’m very good.’
He nodded. ‘But that just makes you very good at being bad.’
‘But do you want me to be a bad girl, Xander?’ She made sure her chest was sticking out for maximum effect.
She saw his eyes dart to her chest and back to her face. ‘Always.’
‘So if it’s what you wanted, surely that makes me a good girl . . .’
He sighed. ‘Trust a woman to make it complicated and try to have the last word.’
‘So, you’re a sexist pig as well as a pervert?’ she asked, delivering the line in her sweetest tone.
‘Not really. I’m a perverted pig who loves sex.’ His delivery was matter of fact. ‘Anyway, before you try to get the final word, what did he want?’
‘Charlie? I emailed you, remember? He’s managed to get someone from the alarm company to come out to check the console but it won’t be for another hour so I said I’d hang on for them.’
‘You don’t have to do that.’
‘I know I don’t but I’d rather know that there isn’t a fault in the alarm system so I chose to stay after hours.’ She smiled. ‘It’s not a problem.’
‘Hmm. It’s awkward with only having one deputy, isn’t it? What happens if there’s a problem after you’ve gone home for the day?’
She shrugged. ‘Nigel used to be start his shift when I finished mine so it wasn’t a problem. He’d sleep here overnight. And if he wasn’t here for any reason, Dean would deal with anything that came up. Although, in my short time here, nothing major has ever come up. The hotel’s too quiet for any drama because everything closes early. The residents are usually in bed early and they get up and go early. They can help themselves to cereal, make toast and hot drinks in the bar before they dash off to their appointments. It’s a basic arrangement but one that suits.’
‘Red, this is a five-star hotel for fuck’s sake! I don’t think “make your own breakfast” falls within most people’s idea of the five-star treatment, do you?’
‘No, of course not. Why do you think we get bookings from late-deals websites at three-star tariffs? Don’t get pissed at me – those changes were made before I started work here. I quickly realised that it was a three-star hotel masquerading as a five-star, because of its location and former glory,’ she shot back.
‘So where does the five-star rating come into all this?’ he asked.
‘That rating is from several years ago. God only knows why it hasn’t been re-inspected and re-rated yet but when it is, it doesn’t have a hope in hell of achieving another five stars.’
His eyes bored into hers. ‘So what you’re saying is, if anyone from a ratings organisation turns u
p, we’re fucked.’
She shrugged. ‘As it stands, anyone new making a late booking thinks that they’re getting a five-star hotel for a good price so if we were downgraded, we’d have to downgrade our tariffs to reflect that and not offer late deals, unless you’d rather bump up the occupancy and have rooms booked at lower prices. But for your luxury boutique hotel for romantic breaks idea to get off the ground quickly, it would be a nightmare if we were downgraded. You could request a re-grading once we get the place up to standard but it takes time. We’d be trading as a three- or four-star hotel in the meantime so tariffs would still have to reflect that. The advantage you have is that it’s a beautiful building in a stunning location – perfect for a romantic break. Oh, that reminds me, I notice you had the signage taken down. Are you having new ones made? And are you changing the name of the hotel?’
‘Yeah, we’d be fucked. So, did you start the action plan?
She nodded, realising that once again, he’d ignored her questions. ‘I did but a lot of it’s guesswork. Do you want to take a look?’
‘Print it off and bring it in. I think I need a drink.’
Isla walked into his office two minutes later to find he’d poured them both a G and T. She sat next to him on the sofa, handed him the draft action plan and took a sip from her drink.
Xander scanned the document quickly. ‘How accurate are the predicted costs and timescales?’
She shrugged. ‘They’re my best guesses. Timescales can obviously be shortened if you’re willing to pay more but . . .’
