by J. D. Chase
‘But what?’
She suddenly felt very uncomfortable. ‘Well, you said you had cash flow problems so I thought you might be looking to do this on a budget or, if your problems are short term, to wait until you have the capital in place.’
‘Let me worry about that,’ he snapped before continuing in a softer tone. ‘Look, thanks for doing this . . . it’s almost time for you to get off. Let’s pick this up again tomorrow.’
‘I’m staying to wait for the fire alarm guy so I’m happy to continue – unless there’s somewhere you need to be?’ She had the feeling she was being dismissed and she couldn’t help but notice his mood had gone downhill since she’d been in his office.
‘I’m waiting for a phone call so I’ll hang on for him. You get yourself off home – Barbie can deal with the fire alarm guy if I’m on the phone. I’ll see you in the morning,’ he insisted, his attention still on the action plan that she’d drafted.
She hadn’t even finished her drink but he definitely wanted her to go so she took it with her back into her office. She didn’t bother to close the door, since she’d be leaving shortly anyway.
She sipped her G and T as she replied to a few emails and closed her computer down for the night. She was picking up her bag when she heard his phone ring. She had been going to pop her head around his door to say goodbye but she didn’t want to interrupt his call. She’d almost reached the door when she heard him say, ‘Hi, Gerald. How’s early retirement treating you?’
Gerald! I wonder how he’s getting on. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop deliberately . . . well, she did; but only to find out how Gerald’s move had gone and how his new life had begun. She couldn’t tell because Xander wasn’t saying much. She was about to give up and leave when something made her feet weld to the floor.
Xander said, ‘Gerald, you’ve had half the money and you’ll get the other half as soon as I get a few loose ends tied up. I assure you there’re no problems and hey, it’s me taking a risk. You could easily rip me off.’
What the hell? Isla heard the sound of something being knocked over, followed by a curse from Xander. She knew she shouldn’t be there listening so she forced her feet to move. She tiptoed out of her office, her mind whirling with the revelation that Xander had only paid half the money to Gerald. What on earth is all that about? Perhaps Xander’s short-term cash flow problems aren’t as minor as he’s led me to believe . . . selling his beloved car and only paying for half of the hotel . . . that doesn’t sound good. Not good at all.
She’d reached the lobby when she heard that distinctive voice calling. ‘Miss Hamilton!’
She turned to find Xander striding across the lobby, his tie was tugged loose and he looked extremely agitated. Nadine’s doe eyes followed his every move and, while she may have mentally rolled her eyes, she couldn’t blame the receptionist for he was once more godlike in his stature and aura.
‘I know it’s after hours but I really need you, just for a second,’ His eyes sought hers, delivering a secret message and urging her acceptance. ‘Would you come with me . . . in my office?’
She wanted to berate him for his blatant double entendre but she found she could only nod and then follow him. Even walking in his wake was disconcerting when he was in that mood. He called over his shoulder to Nadine, “There’s a guy from the fire alarm company turning up at any moment. When he does, get him to sort the problem before he leaves. Do not let him fob you off and I don’t want to be disturbed under any circumstances.”
Isla’s mind whirled. But what of the no-sex-please-we’re-professionals rule? Is it okay if he breaks it first? But it’s there for a reason. Oh, but can I refuse the opportunity to let this man do unspeakably pleasurable things to my body?
He closed the door behind her and then locked it, sending an anticipatory thrill down her spine.
‘Red, I can’t let you go home alone seeing how much you want to break the rule, so I’m going to let you break it – just this once.’
Oh no you don’t! ‘Xander, we agreed no unprofessional behaviour at the office. But I can see that it’s you who has the greater need, so feel free to break the rule,’ she replied, as sweetly as she could manage. Just the thought of sex with this man made her pussy tingle and it was proving more than a little distracting.
What are you doing? Just let him think he’s won . . . you’ll get a thorough fucking so it more than compensates. She was going to tell him so but he spoke.
‘If I agree to something, I do all in my power to keep to my word. So, instead, I’m going to force you to break it first.’
She laughed, thinking he was joking, but the answering look on his face told her he wasn’t. Her stubborn nature kicked in.
‘But that’s mad, Xander. You’re only going to force me to break it because you’re the one who wants to break it. Just admit that you’ve lost and we can get on with it. I win, you lose.’
‘Nope,’ he said smugly, walking to his desk. ‘I saw something last week and had a feeling they’d come in handy. We’re going to play a game and we’ll play it until we have a loser.’
He walked towards her, throwing a pair of dice up and down from the palm of his hand.
‘What, so we roll the dice and the highest number wins or loses? So I have a fifty-fifty chance of losing . . . I don’t think so, Xander. The odds are better stacked in my favour if we don’t play so I’ll pass.’
He raised his eyebrows and smirked. ‘You think I’d play a simple game of rolling two dice and adding up the dots? Oh Red, you should know better than that . . .’
He placed the dice in her hand and instantly she saw they were no ordinary dice. She rolled the little white cubes around her palm and read the words written on the faces.
Lips. Hand. Thigh. Ears. Navel. Neck. Kiss. Touch. Blow. Lick. Suck. ?
She looked up to and saw he was pouring them each a gin and tonic. She couldn’t see his face but she could imagine the cocky smirk he was no doubt wearing. And she knew how confident he’d be about winning.
Bring it on, sucker! I’ve seen what my body does to you . . . you’ve got no chance. She rearranged her features into what she hoped conveyed dismay. When he turned and brought the drinks over to the sofa, she saw a flicker of satisfaction pass over his face.
‘So, do you agree to play or are you too scared of losing?’ he asked, an expectation of victory written all over his face.
‘I find backing down from things tough, so I’ll have to play,’ she muttered, taking an exaggerated gulp from her drink.
He grinned. ‘Let the game begin,’ he announced, taking the dice and rolling them on the table top.
Touch. Hand.
He looked disappointed but then bent and grazed his lips over her hand, leaving it feeling scorched and tingly.
‘It didn’t say kiss,’ she protested, snatching her hand back.
‘I didn’t kiss it, I touched it with my lips. It doesn’t say what you have to touch it with.’
Oh, so you’re going to play like that, are you? Well, time to up the stakes.
‘Your turn,’ he prompted, holding out the dice.
She waved him off, stood and began to remove her clothes. His expression was priceless. When she was totally naked, she picked up the dice, noticing with satisfaction that he did not look happy.
‘Red, that’s cheating. We’re supposed to be keeping a professional distance. You standing there in all your curvy glory does not fall within that rule.’
She raised an eyebrow and regarded him shrewdly. ‘So sitting drinking G and Ts after hours, playing a couples dice game is keeping a professional distance?’
When he didn’t reply, she said, ‘Exactly. Plus, how else are you going to get to my navel and thigh? Game on, Xander.’
She rolled the dice. Suck. Ears.
She smiled, bent towards him making sure her breasts were right in his line of vision, placed a hand each side of his head and closed the gap, first with her breasts against his chest and then with he
r mouth over his ear lobe. She sucked it gently and moaned softly into his ear, then she slid her mouth up around the shell and down again, making sure to graze her teeth slightly against his skin and her nipples against his chest. Then she let it slip slowly from her lips.
She leaned back, bracing her arms. Xander was clearly struggling to maintain his composure even before she leaned in, close to his other ear.
‘Hey, you only get one go. Cheat!’ he protested.
She whispered huskily in his ear, ‘It says ears. Plural. So I have to take them both into my mouth and suck.’
She heard him swallow as she repeated the action on his other ear. Then, unable to tear his eyes from her clearly aroused breasts, he watched her stand, turn and then bend over completely to pick up her drink from where she’d left it on the floor.
She sat, giving herself a mental high five when she saw how laboured his breathing had become. He snatched up the dice and rolled them again.
Blow. Neck.
He gave a mini frown of irritation before standing, removing his shirt and tie, and then bending, seemingly accidentally brushing her breast with his arm as he proceeded to blow on her neck.
‘Fuck, those bruises look sexy. I can recall exactly how I fucked your greedy whore of a pussy while I had my hand around your throat. Can you?’ he murmured, his mouth millimetres from her ear. His breath across her ear made her shiver.
Bastard! ‘Oh you know, one fuck is more or less like another. Unless I’m on top so you can watch my arse or my tits bouncing up and down as I clench around your cock. Or unless your dick is ploughing into my hot, tight, forbidden little hole . . . I guess that’s different.’
She heard the gulp as he pulled away from her and then could have hugged herself when she saw the unmistakeable bulge in his trousers . . . until her pussy clenched and she realised the downside to getting him horny.
She took a deep breath and rolled the dice again.
Lick. Thigh.
She almost cheered out loud. She looked at him expectantly, then waited for him to remove the remainder of his clothes. He took off his trousers and pulled off his socks, but he kept the boxer briefs he was wearing firmly in place. She knew what he was doing, he didn’t want his cock to come into contact with her skin because that would probably tip him over the edge.
She pouted, pointing to the skin on the very top of the inside of his thigh. ‘I want to lick there, you’ll have to take them off and you’ll have to open your legs wider.’
He scowled but then pulled back the edge of them, exposing his thigh but not his cock as he spread his legs. She almost growled in frustration. She pulled her knees up underneath her so that she was kneeling, facing him. Then she leaned forward and towards his torso, making sure her naked skin touched as much of his as possible on the way down until her breasts rested firmly on his upper thigh. She sighed loudly before her mouth touched his skin, then she flattened her tongue and ran it along the crease of his thigh, right next to his balls, pressing her face against his bulge as she slid her tongue as far down as she could reach; which happened to push her breasts forcefully against his leg. Then, keeping her tongue on his skin so that it only counted as a single lick, she reversed her trail, moaning softly.
As soon as she lifted her mouth she muttered, ‘I can smell your cock. It wants to be inside me.’
She saw it twitch, and then squirmed as she felt her pussy contract in response.
‘Have you quite finished?’ he muttered and cleared his throat.
‘What’s the matter, Xander? Is trying to deny what your cock wants proving to be more of a challenge than you’d envisaged?’ she retorted, as her face came level with his.
His eyes blazed into hers. ‘My cock always wants to be inside you. These days I practically live to be inside you. But it won’t be long until you crack and I’ll be inside you again. But make no mistake, you’ll suffer the consequences of tormenting me with your feminine wiles . . . and I’ll have the last laugh when you can no longer walk.’
It was her turn to gulp. As she sat back on the sofa, the sounds of her increasingly wet pussy were audible as her labia parted when she placed her feet back on the floor.
‘It sounds like your pussy is in greater need of my cock than you’d thought, Red. I can hear it and I can smell it . . . it’s calling out to my cock, slut that it is. Calling to be filled and banged. Hard. You’re going to come harder than ever when I finally get inside you. You know that, don’t you?’
‘Roll the dice,’ she snapped, then cursed herself for giving away her frustration.
He laughed as he rolled them and then grinned when they landed.
? Navel.
He stood, a smirk plastered all over his face as he removed his boxer briefs, allowing his cock to spring up to good effect. Her eyes were huge and she was practically salivating.
‘Lie on the floor,’ he instructed.
She frowned. ‘Why?’
‘I choose fuck to replace the question mark,’ he said simply.
She scowled but complied, lying on her back in front of the sofa. He crawled up her body, keeping his erection away from her skin. Then he placed the tip of his penis over her navel and began to thrust gently. The head was covered in pre-cum, enabling it to slide around. Since her navel was obviously way too small to enclose it, he rubbed his cock up and down her stomach. Her resolve was tested to the limit. She bit her lip to distract herself and prevent her from telling him to put it inside her instead. Her fingertips sank into the carpet as she forbade them from grabbing his cock and shoving it inside her herself.
He seemed to be enjoying himself until he stood abruptly and she knew he’d also reached his limit. She stayed on the floor but sat cross-legged, right in front of him, and couldn’t help but smirk at his gasp as he saw her pussy on display when he sat facing her.
She rolled the dice.
? Lips.
‘Your turn to lie on the floor,’ she smirked.
There was a wariness about him when he stretched his lithe, naked body out next to her. She crawled up his body and heard him make a sound like a cat mewing when she grazed her pussy over his cock. She felt it flex under her and had to force herself to continue up his body and not impale herself on it there and then. And that was only because she was confident that she was about to win.
She knelt upright over his head, proudly displaying her pussy that she knew he would happily worship. She knew that he’d smell it and see how wet it was. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
‘Er, Red, what exactly are you doing? I think that waving your wet, slutty pussy in my face is against the rules and thereby you must forfeit the game. You are the loser.’
‘I am not! I’m merely positioning myself. The dice show a question mark and lips. I choose come to replace my question mark.’ And she dropped her pussy on to his shocked face.
At first he did nothing, but as she slid her pussy across his lips and his nose, he began to lick and suck. She moaned loudly and began to grind herself on to his face. His hands flew up and grabbed her arse, his fingers digging into her flesh as he ate her relentlessly. He growled, nibbled and shook his head as she rubbed her clit furiously until she came . . . in his mouth.
He pushed her off, gasping for air; his face – glistening with her juices – was puce red.
She lay in post-climactic bliss, knowing that she’d won. When he got his breathing under control she told him so.
‘How do you work that one out?’ he scowled.
‘Well, I am supposed to do my action to you. You weren’t supposed to touch me and make me come. So you lose. Does that mean that stupid rule is gone for good now?’
‘I’m fucked if I know . . . all I know is that I need to be inside you before my fucking balls explode.’
He rolled over, slid between her thighs and sheathed himself inside her. His whole body was trembling. ‘Fuck, I needed that. I’ve been trying to keep my distance but it’s impossible. You really are a siren,
calling me to crash into your pussy. Win, lose, it really doesn’t matter. When we’re fucking, we’re both winners.’
‘Easy for you to say, loser!’ she quipped, then shrieked as he grabbed her tits, squeezed them hard, and began to pound her pussy, calling her a whole string of insulting terms of admiration.
*
He dropped her off at her flat and, by the time she reached her front door, she could verify that walking was definitely not pain free. But with every step, she could feel him and remember how it felt to be clenched around his cock when he came, triggering her fourth orgasm.
Chapter Eleven
The next morning, Isla arrived at the office at her usual time. Being back to her usual routine had given her a chance to eat breakfast and make sandwiches for lunch. She told herself that she’d dressed as she usually would, but it was hard to deny that she’d put in a little extra effort to look sexy . . . not easy when she had to keep her neck and arms covered to hide the sex bruises that Xander had inflicted. She’d rationalised that if she had to cover up on top, she didn’t have to on the bottom, so the stretchy skirt she wore was probably the shortest one she owned. She’d teamed it with a long-sleeved fitted blouse, a silk scarf wrapped around her neck, and five-inch heels. It was another warm day so she’d put her hair in a high ponytail, to help keep her cool.
There was no sign of Xander and, not for the first time, she realised how much she’d been looking forward to seeing him. The evening before, she’d tried to think of a way of finding out more about the confusing conversation she’d overheard between him and Gerald, but she’d drawn a blank. She’d also told herself that it was none of her business.
The morning dragged by which was unusual for a Friday. She had to deal with a ‘crisis’ for Belinda, which in reality consisted of a complaint made by a resident when he checked out. She’d told him to wait until she’d finished painting a fingernail and he’d taken her to task about her rudeness and lack of professionalism. When she’d told him she didn’t appreciate his comments, he’d threatened to put his complaint in writing to the owner. Belinda moaned that it wasn’t her fault she’d chipped her nail polish trying to remove a staple from a sheet of papers, and that she wasn’t doing anything rude like vagazzling (she did that at home) so she couldn’t see what his problem was.
