“Silence, baby, you don’t want everyone to know your fucking the boss, do you?” my mind was wiped blank as my eyes focused on his thick plump lips. They were swollen red from his brutal assault on my own. Need coursed through my body, forgoing any thought or arguing.
“Good girl,” He coaxed before his thick hard cock impaled me. His hand wrapped firmly around my neck angling me back until my shoulders touched the desk as he drilled into me relentlessly. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt my body come alive. It felt as though my body was being hit with bolts of lightning, stars began to dance behind my eyes. My orgasm came on fast and strong and Klaus drilled into me unrelenting.
Pinning my throat to the desk with one hand he rose from his chair and held my hips in place with the other. My legs wrapped around his waist holding him close to me. I wouldn’t let him get away so easily this time. He pounded into me like a jackhammer, the new angle setting me over the edge once again. My cries were muted by the bunched up panties in my mouth.
He pounded into me several more times before meeting the pentacle of his release. With a deafening roar, he exploded inside of me. His liquid hot seed painting the walls of my pussy as it clenched around his throbbing cock, milking every last drop from him.
His hand released my throat, pulling me against his chest as he sat back in his seat, we sat like that, basking in the silence as our hearts pounded in our chest and our breathing struggled to come under control. He released my hands from his now crumpled tie and plucked my panties from my mouth. I watched as he slid them in the pocket of his pants.
“What are you doing to me woman?” He murmured against my crown once his breathing had become controlled. I said nothing as I lay against him, my mind racing in a million different directions.
“Am I still being sent home?” I finally asked unable to remain silent any further.
I felt his chest heave with a sigh. “Not if you promise not to break anything else.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I smiled against his chest and burrowed into his warmth a few minutes longer. “We have work to do.” I groaned, extracting myself from his arms.
Though I wanted to stay longer, wrapped in a cocoon of his warmth, I knew I had a pile of work to do that couldn’t wait a moment longer.
Reluctantly he released me with a disappointing groan. “Party pooper.” He sighed under his breath.
I couldn’t fight the giggle the sprang from my lips. I stood up from his lap and straightened my skirt. The stickiness from our lovemaking slick between my legs pulled a moan from between my lips. The man that had run from me like his ass was on fire was now calling me a party pooper for getting back to work. I ruffled his tussled hair. “Hey,” He called and pulled me tightly against his chest laying another kiss to my crown. “We have to clean up boss,” I warned bopping him on the nose with my index finger. He wrinkled his nose in response.
“Okay, woman. Let’s get cleaned up and back to work. Bathrooms over there.” He said gesturing toward a door hidden from prying eyes. He gave a quick smack to my ass, encouraging me to move forward.
I was surprised that the menacing stoic man I had come in to face had transformed into a giant teddy bear. How did he just flip his moods like a light switch? I pushed the thought from my mind as I made my way over to the private bathroom he pointed out.
I gasped at my reflection in the mirror. I had no idea how I was going to fix the disaster of my hair and makeup. My Long brown hair was in a tangled mess falling down my back. My lipstick and mascara were smeared giving me a look similar to Harley Quinn only not nearly as attractive. Turning on the tap I soaked a clean rag in soapy water and began giving myself a whore’s bath.
I had finished cleaning up and started trying to repair my hair and makeup when Klaus decided to join me in the bathroom. Reaching beside me he opened a drawer and pulled out a hairbrush. I raised a quizzical eye to his procurement. He gave a smug shrug of his shoulder and began working on my tangled tresses.
I closed my eyes, head tipped down as he worked his way through the knots and tangles. We stood there in comfortable silence. It was relaxing to have someone pamper me. I hadn’t felt that relaxed since… It hit me like a sledgehammer to the solar plexus. I backed away from the sink and from Klaus in a state of shock and panic.
Guilt ate at my heart. I was doing it again. I was forgetting him. I was allowing someone else to invade my thoughts and make me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. “I- I have to go.” I stammered. I raced away from his office. The distance between the bathroom in his office and door to my office flew by like a blur. My first thought was to grab my things and go home. The mountain of paperwork on my desk brought forth my better judgment forcing me to remain at work and start knocking out some of this paperwork.
I sent a message to Meg and asked for her hold my calls and appointments while I devoted my time to the Schnider project. I let her know that I was not to be disrupted for anything. Getting this project finished was my main priority.
Chapter Seven
Klaus
I spent the rest of the week learning the ropes. I knew how to run the business and everything that needed to be done to run the business efficiently. I had been heading up the office in Germany for the past eight years, ever since I graduated from college. I had been raised in these offices and around the business. That didn’t mean I knew everything that had been going on recently in the Miami office.
My father had been working with some new contracts that could have major consequences. If they turned out great then the company was set for the rest of my life. If they for some reason took a nasty turn then that was it, we were done for.
A lot of employees were retiring now that my father had decoded to. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to work for me... I hope. It was because they had started with my father and it was time for them to call it quits and enjoy the rest of their life. My days had been filled with meeting with headhunters and meeting with different department heads to go over the projects they had lined up.
The days seemed to bleed into one another.
I had finally got a few minutes alone and took the opportunity to close my eyes. I had just gotten comfortable when Edgar, my assistant from Germany, buzzed me, informing me that Ms. Krause had arrived. I leaped for joy. I had been thinking about her all week. My mind running wild with images of what she must look like.
I got myself under wraps, containing my excitement. I turned my back to the door hoping to glean a look at her when she walked in through the large window that sat behind my desk.
The door flew open with a whoosh of air and careened into the antique Lilique Bacchantes vase that sat on a pedestal behind the door. Really it was an idiotic place to place such an expensive piece of glass for just this very reason.
My eyes took in the gorgeous woman who had entered the office. Even with the blatant shock on her face, I recognized her immediately. It was the woman from the club. My heart began to pound loudly in my chest, beating against my ribcage. I was both enthralled by her beauty and apprehensive of what this might all mean.
I had fucked her, roughly in the back of my limo and left her immediately after. I wondered if she would remember my face or if I was one of many. I would have never expected such actions to come from a woman such as her if the file my father had on her was any indication as to the type of woman she was. Perhaps it was a one off for her. If that were the case then she was sure to remember me.
“If you are quite finished destroying what’s left of my father’s office, get your ass in here Ms. Krause.” The sound of my voice echoed off the glass wall booming around us.
I watched as her eyes went wide with shock and then a look of recognition came over her face proving my later conclusion correct. I wasn’t sure which I had preferred, that she was a woman of many lovers or the fact that she was not.
“Is there a reason you sent my door crashing into a thirty thousand dollar antique Lilique Bacchantes vase?” I
asked hoping to hear her sweet voice before she went screaming out of the room. Perhaps I was just being a dick in order to scare her off, self-preservation at its best.
I watched as she closed her eyes, cringing. Her voice wavered with hesitation. “It was an accident, I assure you.”
“Ms. Krause, accidents are unacceptable. A simple accident could be the deciding principal that could end a life or even millions. We do not tolerate accidents here, Ms. Krause.”
Seeming to have resigned she sank into the seat in front of my desk. Her voice sounded weak and tired. My heart twinge with guilt in my chest. Had I done that to her? “Is there anything else you need?” she asked.
“Ms. Krause, you have been on vacation for a week. One would think you would have used that time to recharge your batteries to come back even stronger. From where I sit, it looks as though you need more time off. I am giving you a week to get your shit straight. Do not disappoint me.” I said as I spun around in my chair to face her.
She looked up in absolute shock. I couldn’t tell if it was from my words or seeing me sitting behind the desk, the man who had fucked her just a few nights before.
She looked just as radiant today as she did that night in her tiny black dress. She was wearing a conservative black pencil skirt and bold red silk blouse. The color fit her perfectly making her alabaster skin glow.
Unable to help myself I continued goading her. It was the type of asshole that I was. That and the fact that I wanted to see how far I could bend her, bend her until she broke. My cock twitched in response. There was something about dominating a woman, breaking her until she submitted under my thumb. I began to wonder if my father wasn’t correct in his picking of a woman for me. Would Ms. Krause be just the woman for me? The type of woman I could mold to fit me, the type that needed a firm hand on her perky little ass. I ran my tongue across my full lips at the thought. I wanted to find out.
“Perhaps this time you will spend more time recovering quietly at home than partying hard in the club with random strangers.” I challenged
“You’re right; there‘s no telling what kind of disasters lurk in those insidious places. I hear the men that frequent them are vile creatures.” Her defiance caused my cock to jerk in excitement.
“You don’t say? Tell me, Ms. Krause, what of these men, these vile creatures you speak of?”
“The type of men who are disarming with their smooth grace and faux gentlemanly demeanor and unbelievable good looks,” I couldn’t believe the mouth on this woman. I wanted to fill it with my cock to silence her. The urge to bend her over my desk was unimaginable.
“Perhaps he was the one left stranded on the corner and you were the one riding in luxury to your destination? Did he make you any promises? Are you not also in the wrong?” I pushed back from my desk. My body was drawn to hers as if she were a magnet drawing me in
“It’s well understood that you don’t leave a woman like that after giving her the most mind blowing orgasm she had ever had before in her life.” She rose, her voice growing louder. I watched as her face reddened with anger. It was the same color she turned when I had my hand wrapped around her throat. I could feel the precum on my thigh as my cock begged to have her again.
“Did you ever think that it affected him as much as it affected you and that was why he had to get away?” I was seething with anger. The anger was not directed at her. I was angry that she had such control of my body. More control than I even had.
“I wouldn’t know, I never even got his name.”
“The name’s Klaus Wolf,” I screamed before my lips crashed into hers.
I couldn’t control myself if I tried. I lunged for her. Wrapping my arms around her I drug her across the desk. Within moments I had her in my lap, my hands roaming her delicious curves. I ate at her mouth like a man starved and she was a meal to feast upon.
She kissed me back with as much fever surprising me. I would have thought she would have been repulsed by the way I fucked her in the car only she seemed to crave more. Being the gentleman that I am I was going to give her more, alright. I plucked her panties from her hot dripping wet cunt and shoved them in her mouth to silence her. I used my tie to bind her hands behind her back.
She looked like the ultimate feast laid out for a king, gagged, bound, wet and willing. I shoved my cock into her wet cunt and pounded into her with abandon. Her soft moans around her panties spurring me on. I couldn’t get enough of her cunt, the way it latched onto my cock like a vice sent my head into a tailspin.
Taking things further I pinned her down harder, her face bright cherry red, I fucked her cunt like there was no tomorrow. I could feel her orgasm building as her pussy fled me firmly in her tight cunt. She was a dirty girl and I loved it.
Her pussy flooded with heat, clenching down on my cock I could feel her orgasm roll through her body milking my cock for all it was worth. My balls sprang tight before releasing into her wet snatch. Stars danced across my vision. I exploded into her, painting her insides with my seed.
I collapsed against her, unable to hold myself up. “What are you doing to me woman?”
“Am I still being sent home?” She asked in a frail voice.
“Not if you promise not to break anything else.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. Like hell, I would deprive myself of this sweet hot piece of ass.
We cleaned up despite my cocks protest. I had just had her and already I was up and ready for round two. Like a good dom, I helped her straighten herself up. I wanted to show here that even though I fuck her hard, I was there to take care of her after. Though, I showed her instead of telling her. They say actions speak louder than words.
She had relaxed into my arms when all of a sudden everything went to hell. Her eyes grew wide and she took off like a shot. I couldn’t get my hands on her fast enough, she was out the door before I could utter her name.
I got onto the phone to Edgar in hopes that he could have her assistant call her for me only to find out she had called out for the rest of the day. How had this happened? How had we gone from mind blowing sex and aftercare to her taking off like a bat out of hell?
I paced the office trying to figure out what had caused her to take off so quickly. She had seemed perfectly content to let me fuck her, hell she was as into it as I was, even when I was taking care of her, brushing her hair for her. Was it because I was her boss?
It none of it added up. I decided to give her the rest of the day before chasing after her again. Perhaps she needed to work through this on her own. Pushing her would not help, if anything, it would only further complicate things.
Chapter Eight
Shelby
The clock on the wall read 3 am. I had worked straight through both lunch and dinner putting the finishing touches on the Schnider project. Now that I was finally finished, all I needed to do was press the green glowing send button and Meg could review it as soon as she came in in the morning before sending the finished project off. I clicked the button, relieved that I had been able to finish the coding work and algorithms so swiftly and gathered my things. I had just enough time to get home, shower and head back into work. If I was lucky I may even get in a thirty-minute nap.
Thirty minutes later I was standing in the middle of the living room of my apartment. Mentally I was torn. Do I take a shower and grab a power nap before work or do I make amends and atone for my sins. I was torn. I knew I needed to be responsible and take a shower but the small wooden box under the couch continued to call my name like a jilted lover.
My resolve weakened as I trudged over to the couch. Dropping to my hands and knees, I bent down to fish out my box. My fingers just barely grazed the lip of the box. Lowering my chest to the floor I reached out again, finally able to grasp the box in my hand. A jolt of adrenaline shot through my body at the contact. Perspiration dotted my forehead and the base of my spine with anticipation. With shaky hands, I withdrew the box from its hiding space.
Collapsing onto my butt with my back pressed a
gainst the couch, I dragged the box to my side. With my index finger, I traced along the Celtic knot design whittled into the smooth mahogany. It was my dad’s box. The one he kept all of his favorite pictures of me in. My uncle Hank had given it to me when I returned with him to North Carolina. It seemed fitting considering my father’s fate that I should keep the same thing that killed him in the box he kept his most treasured items in.
It’s ironic how I vowed to never do the one thing that seemed to destroy every bit of happiness I had ever had. My father turned to drugs in greed for more money. Brittan turned to drugs for the greed of money. Now, here I am turning to drugs to remember Brittan, storing them in my father’s box. I didn’t use for greed. I used to recall the memories of our times together, to relish the feel of his skin against mine and the warmth of his breath. My heart lurched from my chest with the pain of his loss.
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