Into the Light (Untwisted series Book 3)
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Just when I was wondering if Nathan was going to speak at all I suddenly saw him start to stalk towards me and my belly flip flopped at the determination in his steps.
‘I like your hair.’ he murmured, but considering the text I'd just sent him the irony of the comment wasn't lost on me. Stopping in front of me Nathan reached up to flick my long hair back over my shoulders and exposed my love bite and necklace. A small growl of appreciation rumbled in his chest as he traced his fingers first across the chain, before landing on the ridiculously red bite on my neck with the tips of his fingers. As usual his touch sparked tingles of delight across my skin and I only just held back a fevered moan of pleasure. Well, at least I think I held it back.
‘So which of these seventeen men do I need to kill first?’ Nathan questioned softly in a suspiciously deadly tone as his fingers continued to caress my neck with small, warm swirls of his thumb. Oh God! I should never have sent that bloody text, there was going to be a massacre in my office and it was all going to be my fault.
‘None of them … I was only joking,’ I murmured sheepishly as I turned my head to give him greater access to the red circle on my skin that claimed me as his.
‘Ah, I see. Lying to me, Miss Marsden? I think perhaps there should be consequences for such actions,’ he murmured. Consequences? Like punishments? My thumb ring was being twirled at the speed of light by this point and I swallowed loudly, shamefully acknowledging that I definitely hadn't managed to suppress my moan of arousal that time, because Nathan's mouth twitched as he finally smoothed my hair back into place and lowered his hand to his side.
‘So … do you, er … do you want a … er … a tour?’ Jeez, I was stuttering like a complete gibbering fool, but my tongue felt so thick in my mouth I could barely speak.
‘Of the office? Or of you?’ Nathan murmured salaciously, inching himself closer to me so that he was well within my personal space where I could smell his delicious scent and instantly wanted to bury my face in his neck. ‘Because I'm already rather well acquainted with your body, but I certainly wouldn't turn down a re-cap.’ Wow, how did he get me so hot with just a few words? My entire body felt shaky and there was no ignoring the fact that I was now damp between my legs and panting. But there was no way I was risking a liaison in the conference room … was I? No … for one thing I was at work so it was totally unprofessional, but the main deciding factor was the fact that the blinds in the conference room had been taken down for cleaning yesterday so it would be like performing in a fish bowl. Damn the stupidly efficient cleaners.
Desperately needing to recover my usual control and momentum I turned and opened the door holding it wide for him. ‘A tour of the office.’ I replied curtly with a raised eyebrow as I tried to hold back a smile at how light hearted and teasing he seemed to be today.
Stepping past me Nathan ran his hand across my hip in the briefest of touches that could have been interpreted as accidental if viewed by an outsider, but I knew full well had been every bit intentional as he stepped into the corridor, ‘Spoilsport,’ he murmured as he passed me.
Keeping a professional demeanour whilst showing Nathan around the offices was almost impossible. Firstly, he kept ‘accidentally’ brushing against me, perhaps a small touch of his fingers to my elbow as he questioned me about something, or a brief passing of his hand across the side of my breast as he stepped aside to let me proceed through a door before him. It was utterly infuriating, but simultaneously the most arousing thing ever and after twenty minutes was making my already wobbly legs even more jellified and my pulse spike wildly with every contact. Secondly, every frigging female worker in the Markis Office had suddenly become insistent on speaking to me whilst flashing flirtatious glances and annoyingly pathetic giggles at Nathan, who just politely smiled back and then smirked at me once they left. It was very obvious that he was well aware the effect he had on the female species, and he clearly loved my barely reigned in jealously as I stood clenching my teeth and trying not to bitch slap each and every one of my colleagues who dared approach him.
After a tortuously slow half an hour the tour was finally done and we were heading back to the blessed sanctuary of my office. Nathan had been the perfect guest – apart from his teasing – smiling at the appropriate moments and appearing interested as I spoke, but I couldn't help but wonder exactly why he was here today. Finally I got to rest my shaky legs and as I took a seat behind my desk I was just about to ask him the purpose of his visit when one of my co-workers Robert came in looking flustered. Nathan sat himself on the couch in my office patiently and listened to me dealing with an urgent emergency with one of his buildings, well, as ‘urgent’ as interior design issues can get – a missing shipment of expensive Italian tiles – and then sat back watching me intently with his eyes narrowed.
‘Very professional, Miss Marsden. I'm impressed,’ he murmured once Robert had left. Then he rested one elbow on the end of the sofa and began rubbing his index finger casually across his top lip. My eyes zeroed in on the movement. Back and forth. Back and forth. In less than two seconds I found myself almost hypnotised by one frigging finger. God this man was just sexiness personified, I thought as I drew in a ragged breath.
‘You should work for me,’ he pondered, still rubbing his damn lip. But his statement finally broke my trance. What? Work for him? No thank you, as much as I loved him dominating me on the weekends I didn’t fancy it happening every single day in the office too. I liked my own space, not to mention that I had worked damn hard to get my position at Markis and had no intention of giving up to become Nathan’s personal sex assistant.
‘You are our biggest client, Nathan, so I basically do work for you.’ I replied sweetly, rather pleased with how calm I sounded when under my skin my heart was rampaging from my restless arousal.
He nodded slowly and made a humming noise in the back of his throat. ‘Take off your panties.’ He suddenly requested out of the blue in a complete change of conversation.
What? ‘No!’ My eyes flew open in shock at his unbelievable request. ‘I'm at work!’
Standing up, Nathan locked my door with a flick of his wrist, pulled the cords of my blinds to angle them so no one could see in and then closed the distance between us, rotated my chair away from the desk, and squatted down in front of me. Without saying a single word he leant forwards, placed his warm hand on my knee and slid it straight up my skirt, pushing my panties to the side before gently rubbing a knuckle across my soft, sensitive skin.
I was utterly stunned. Christ, talk about swift work! All my earlier hesitations about no sex in the office quickly left my mind as Nathan's skilled fingers set to work and in seconds I was so wet I started to worry about soaking my chair and staining my skirt.
‘If you were in my office I could do this whenever I pleased,’ he murmured seductively. That was indeed a persuasive argument and if Nathan kept up his ministrations much longer I may just give in to his crazy demand, but as I lay my head back and sluttishly opened my legs a little wider for him we were interrupted by a shrill and annoying ring which made me try to close my legs in shock.
Frowning, Nathan planted his hands firmly on my thighs and opened them again before he continued with his fondle whilst digging in his inside jacket pocket with his free hand. Removing his phone he glanced at the screen and his scowl deepened. ‘Damn it, it's a meeting reminder.’ Nathan glanced up at me, ‘It's an important one too, I've got to go, I'll have to finish this later.’ he murmured with a smirk as I gasped in disappointment at the thought of being left so aroused and needy for an entire afternoon.
‘Can I see you tonight?’ he asked suddenly, snapping me out of my delicious pre-orgasm fog in an instant. As much as his question thrilled me, I couldn't help my eyebrows rising at his request. Nathan and I had never discussed extending our agreed times together beyond the weekends and as much as I wanted to agree, I'd left work early the last two nights to see my brother and so now had tonnes of tasks still to get done today.
‘That's a shame,’ Nathan murmured, still lightly running his fingers around between my legs and driving me wild with his gentle swirls and flicks and pinches. ‘Seeing you in charge today has been quite a turn on, I was thinking we could have done a little switch.’ With his fingers doing their thing I was pretty much past speech by now, but I managed to frown. Switch? What the hell was that?
‘Switching is where we change roles, I thought maybe you could be in charge for a night. Well, just a small part of a night.’ He clarified firmly, apparently reluctant to relinquish too much control over to me. ‘But if you're busy then that's just too bad.’ Change roles? I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about that, I loved the way Nathan was in charge in the bedroom. But he'd actually looked quite disappointed when I'd refused, giving me that wide-eyed little boy look that I’d seen briefly at Claridge’s on Monday. Before I could think too much about it Nathan's phone beeped again and on a curse he slipped two more fingers inside my panties and with no warning whatsoever ripped them clean from my body with a loud tearing sound that seemed to echo around my office and shunted me forwards on my seat by several inches.
What the fuck!? I kid you not, he literally pulled my knickers so hard that they had split at the back and he was now stood upright holding the destroyed material in his hand and looking rather pleased with himself.
My mouth was hanging open in stunned silence, I had absolutely no clue how to respond to that move.
‘They were my favourite knickers,’ I protested weakly. They weren't my favourite knickers, but they were a pretty pair and I needed Nathan to understand that he couldn't just go around shredding my pants whenever he felt like it, otherwise it might become a regular occurrence for him.
He shrugged. ‘I'll get you some new ones, but seeing as you wouldn't take them off and now you're refusing to see me tonight I thought I'd take something to keep me company until I see you on Friday.’ Then with a smirk he folded my ruined panties into some semblance of a triangle and tucked them into the top front pocket of his suit jacket so they stuck out just like a handkerchief. An aquamarine, lacy handkerchief. Even in my shock I couldn't help a small gurgle of laughter at how funny they looked. Patting them, Nathan grinned wickedly at me as he turned for the door. ‘I'll keep them here for my meeting and think of you and your tempting little body.’
Then, with no more words, not even a goodbye, he was gone, leaving no evidence of his visit except my exposed arse and a waft of his gorgeous scent hanging in the air. I still didn’t know if it was aftershave or shower gel that I liked so much, but whichever it was I would happily have my office smelling of it on a daily basis. Picking up a client folder I wafted my heated face and blew the errant hair from my eyes. Crikey, that had been a crazy hour, that was for sure. And now I was sat in my office unable to focus on anything other than my huge state of arousal, my heavy breathing, and my very knickerless bottom.
Chapter Three - Stella
This may well go down as my stupidest idea ever. Chewing on my lip and nervously spinning my thumb ring I briefly considered forgetting it and making a run for home, but unfortunately just then I heard a key in the front door and knew that my time to escape had well and truly passed. With a loud swallow I tried to bolster my failing confidence, here we go then.
Adjusting my teeny tiny blouse – one I'd accidentally shrunk in the wash months ago – I checked my cleavage in the wall mirror one more time. Pronounced and perky, with plenty of flesh on display, it was quite impressive tonight, if I do say so myself. Although if I'm being honest that probably had a lot to do with the magic balcony bra I was wearing and not a lot to do with my actual breasts.
Once I was happy that my boobs would have the desired effect I took a seat on the large leather office chair and began to wait. Crikey, my heart was beating so fast I actually felt light headed. Lifting a hand to smooth my hair I realised my hands were also shaking uncontrollably. I was a complete mess. How I expected to carry off my plan in this state I had no idea. Shaking my head I lowered my trembling fingers and gripped the book on the desk to distract me. There really was no two ways about it – this had definitely been a bad idea.
Just then I heard footsteps in the hall and then the next second Nathan was standing in the door to his home office staring at me sitting in his office chair. After today's run in at the Markis office I'd had second thoughts about the ‘switch’ thing and decided to make use of my spare key to come to his house early and surprise him, but the thunderous look of annoyance on his face was drastically making me re-think my choice.
‘Stella? What the hell are you doing in my office?’ He demanded in a gritty tone. He sounded particularly angry and clearly not pleased to see me which was rather disappointing, but after a deep breath I summoned my inner confidence and decided to stick to my original plan and plough on regardless. This might backfire completely and leave me looking like a total idiot, but I'd spent all afternoon rehearsing it and getting ready so I may as well give it a try.
Straightening my back I tried to think like I did at work. I was a powerful career woman and I needed to act like one now, so arching my eyebrow I narrowed my eyes in disdain and sat back in the chair behind Nathan's desk trying to look like I owned the place.
‘Your office?’ I asked incredulously, remarkably proud that my voice sounded as calm, aloof and professional as it did, especially seeing as my heart was rampaging in my chest like a herd of wild buffalo. ‘I think you're getting a little above yourself Mr Jackson, this is my company and my office.’ God I was good. Nathan's expression was absolutely priceless, his mouth was practically hanging open as he tried to comprehend what the hell was going on. ‘… and whilst we're on the subject of our working environment I expect you to call me Ms Marsden when you're in my office, do you understand?’ With a dramatic flick of my hand I removed the glasses I had been wearing to give the effect of professionalism and placed them on the desk, and then proceeded to unclip and shake out my long, loose hair like I was in a shampoo advert so it fell in waves across my shoulders.
Blinking several times Nathan still stood frozen in the doorway apparently at a complete loss for what to say or do, but judging from the twitching muscle in his jaw he looked like his brain might be about to short circuit at any moment. Slamming down the book I had been holding in my other hand – my props were almost as impressive as my acting – I stood up and leaned forwards on the desk giving him a great view of my cleavage whilst flashing him my best attempt at a menacing look. ‘I said, do you understand?’
There was a lengthy pause where I began to panic, but finally Nathan’s face quirked to the side as recognition flashed in his eyes, his bewildered expression clearing as he finally realised what I was doing. I have to say, he was a lot slower on the uptake than I'd expected, so I gave an almost imperceptible nod and then watched as Nathan's eyes lit with excitement.
‘Mr Jackson, I asked you a question, do not keep me waiting for an answer,’ I stated firmly. God this was fun! Just then I noticed the aquamarine lace of my ripped panties still sticking out from his suit pocket and nearly ruined my acting by bursting into a grin – he'd kept them there all day! On show for all and sundry to see!
‘Yes I understand, I apologise for not using your correct title, Ms Marsden,’ Nathan finally replied in a low, contrite tone. Oh goody, he was getting straight into his role and apparently quite keen to join in with the fun.
‘Good, come in and close the door.’ With deliberate slowness I walked around to the front of the desk so Nathan would get a complete look at my ‘office’ outfit. Not that I would ever be seen dead at work in these clothes; beneath my incredibly skimpy skirt –
an old netball skirt of mine which made it both short and floaty – I was wearing stockings and suspenders and I had made sure the bottom of the suspender belt was clearly visible alongside the exposed flesh at the top of my thighs. I was also wearing a pair of killer six-inch heels and the whole outfit was topped off with my flimsy shrunken blouse, pushed-up tits, and my hair curled and flowing loose. I wasn't big into ego, but even I knew that I looked like an image from most guys’ office porn fantasies tonight.
Propping my bum on the front of the desk I crossed my arms under my breasts, forcing my bosom to almost burst from my low cut shirt and glared at him. Nathan's obvious appreciation of my outfit was clear in his blazing eyes and I allowed myself a second of internal celebration. Licking his lips Nathan’s gaze travelled the full length of me twice, and I watched in amusement as he shoved his hands in his pockets, shifted on the spot, and awkwardly adjusted his groin area which seemed to be expanding by the second.
Yes! My plan was working! As much as I loved Nathan dominating me, the realisation that I also had power over him was quite a thrill and I couldn’t help a small smile breaking on my lips.
‘Would you like to explain why you're late?’ I demanded after quickly clearing my throat and realising that with my little daydream I’d paused the whole role play thing for a bit too long.
Smiling to myself I saw that Nathan actually looked like he might burst a blood vessel as he continued to stare at my exposed cleavage and thighs, but after another few moments he gathered his wits, rolled off his shoulders, and answered me. ‘I got stuck in a meeting, Ms Marsden.’ he answered softly, linking his hands in front of himself.