The Satyr

by Tiana Laveen

  “Okay then, Yasmine. I’m glad you came clean. Have it your way, but most of all, have a good evening.”

  He disconnected the call, placed his phone gently down on the counter, and opened another drawer. After removing a pair of underwear, he went to some of his hanging garments and flipped through them, looking for something that would fit the occasion just right.

  Ahhh, yes. Here we fuckin’ go. This’ll do just fine…

  Yasmine set her phone down. She swallowed a taste of regret, then chased it down with a swig of warm water. Nixon was furious. The way he dismissed himself left her unsettled. He was a complete control freak, insistent upon being the master of all their plans.

  Well, life doesn’t work that way, Mr. Rossellini. Get over yourself.

  She went back to work looking through digital files and documents while her assistant and paralegal, Terri, sat in the adjacent office, undoubtedly doing much of the same. I definitely need to pull an all-nighter. We have to begin the appeal process…

  She got up and grabbed an apple from a small basket she kept on a file cabinet. Returning to her seat, she bit into it, and the crisp sweetness of the fruit tasted better than she imagined. She pulled a folder out from a drawer and flipped through some paperwork.

  Nixon’s final words before he hung up repeated in her mind, haunting her.

  ‘Okay then, Yasmine. I’m glad you came clean. Have it your way, but most of all, have a good evening.’

  Come clean? What did I come clean about? That was a strange choice of words. She tossed the apple core in the trash, pushing the thoughts aside.

  It’s hot in here… She removed her blazer, placing it over her chair, then undid the first couple of buttons on her sheer pink blouse. She closed her eyes for a spell and massaged her forehead. A headache was coming on, so she found her aspirin in her desk and downed three tablets. After taking a moment to regroup, she picked up her desk phone.

  “Hey, can you bring me those three manila files on Mike’s desk? He left the office about ten minutes ago to go check on his wife who’s been sick. I want to see if he has a copy of the disposition and can’t wait until he comes back in about an hour. The one I am looking at does not seem to be updated with the judge’s notes and the last of the transcripts, and I need those.”

  “Oh, yes, no problem. I know exactly what you’re talking about. I’ll go to his office and retrieve them. Give me five minutes.”

  “Okay. Thanks.” A few minutes later, Terri returned with the folders. The woman smiled, then yawned.

  “Anything else I can get for you, Yasmine?”

  She shook her head. “You’ve been here since what? Six-thirty, Terri?”

  “Yes. It’s been a long day, but we’ve all been working hard. It’s okay.” Terri was always extra chipper and upbeat. She was reliable and rarely late or missed a day of work, but Yasmine knew a fake smile when she saw it. She’d sported one a time or two herself. Terri had worked for her for almost five years and they’d spent so much time together, she considered her more than just her paralegal. She was a friend. From the sallow bags under Terri’s eyes, the woman was exhausted. A single mom juggling school and two children, she enjoyed her job but trying to make ends meet was exhausting.

  “Terri, take your ass home.” The woman burst out laughing. “I’m serious. Your eyes are so red they look like flames. I could roast some smores on them.”

  Terri snorted. “Do they really look that bad?”

  “Yes. You need sleep, lady.” Yasmine picked through the folders, then tossed one aside. “In fact, tomorrow, come in at nine instead of seven, okay?”

  “Oh, thank you so much, girl, I mean, Yasmine!” She laughed.

  “No problem!” Yasmine grinned as she waved her goodbye.

  “Thanks again, Yasmine. I appreciate it.”

  “Get some good rest, spend time with those beautiful kids, and fix a big breakfast for yourself in the morning! See you tomorrow.”

  The door closed, and she was left alone. Minutes began to blend together, forming one big blob of gray matter, time lost like static from the television in her mind. She pulled up the music directory on her computer and selected her Old School favorites. The songs took her back to a simpler time in life and helped her relax. ‘Ai No Corrida’ by Quincy Jones started to play. She began to snap her fingers to the beat, swaying in her white leather seat as she settled in for a night of work. She read more documents, studied some files on the computer, typed out a couple of emails. More time passed and before she knew it, her eyes were fluttering. She yawned, but there was still work to be done. I should probably get up and go to the breakroom and make some coffee. I’ll do it in a little bit. Just let me find that one number first…

  She sat a bit straighter, then heard a bang out in the hall, followed by shuffling, and another bang. And a dragging sound. She glanced at the clock, noting it was almost 9:00 P.M. Suddenly, there was a soft tap at her door.

  “Maintenance. Anybody in there?” said a choppy voice with a thick European accent.

  Oh, the cleaning crew…

  “Uh, yes, come on in.” The door opened and a man entered wearing a baggy orange jumpsuit and a beat up baseball cap. He carried a mop and a big bucket on wheels. “How are you doing tonight?” she asked.

  “I’m fine.” The man went straight for the door behind him, closing and locking it. He stood with his back towards her for a moment, like a tall, broad-shouldered statue. She reached for her envelope opener on her desk, clutching it hard.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, as sternly as she could muster.

  There was no answer. The man placed his hand on his head, and his hat began to shift from side to side, then slide to the floor. Luscious black locks spilled forth, the sides and nape tapered. Her heart jumped and fluttered when he turned and faced her, his face now in full view.

  Dark blue narrowed eyes.

  Sinister smirk.

  “Damn you, Nixon! You about gave me a heart attack!” She tossed the envelope opener down and clutched her chest. “What the hell are you doing here?” He shuffled towards her, still dragging that damn mop and bucket, then placed them both by a wall and rolled up his sleeves. As he moved, the Jacksons crooned, ‘Show You the Way to Go.’ “Nixon…” Her mouth grew suddenly dry as he glared at her, gripping the jumpsuit zipper that went from the collar down to the crotch. “Please… no… I have to… get this done.”

  Her pussy clenched like a damn fist; her body heated like an inferno. Every cell in her being screamed with apprehension.

  “I’m the janitor. I don’t know who the fuck Nixon is.”

  “Nixon, I don’t have time for your craziness. This case is important. Mike will be back soon and—”

  “Be quiet! I came here to clean up a mess… your mess. Get the job done. But first, you’re gonna shine my knob.”

  She took a deep breath, then another, and closed her eyes, saying tiny prayers as she heard his zipper being yanked down the garment. When she opened her eyes, she screamed, then locked her legs. He was standing right beside her, his torso exposed, the chest hair so enticing, and a Satyr pendant dangling and catching the light just right. Her eyes travelled down his frame, resting on his black pubic hair.

  He dug down deep in the jumpsuit, never taking his gaze off her, as if reaching to take a treat out of a bag to hand to her. She shuddered when he lunged towards her, grabbed the back of her head, brought her flush with his groin, and jammed the tip of his fat, long dick in her mouth. His immediate groan at the first few thrusts was earthy and low… his voice rumbled through her own body, as if in stereo. She sucked urgently, nursing from him with need and strong desire, both hands wrapped around his shaft, refusing to let go. She held the warm, rigid flesh as he fed more and more of himself to her, his pumps growing faster and more demanding.

  “That’s it, baby…” he urged.

  She sucked harder and faster, her heart nearly beating out of her damn chest and practically choked when he
thrust, then withdrew, and slammed into her mouth once again. She greedily took it all, her eyes watering, pussy weeping with need. Her phone rang then, jerking her out of the moment…

  “What the fuck are you doing? I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep suckin’ it!”

  She immediately did as he asked, his harsh words making her wetter.

  Out of the corner of her eye she could see the red light flashing, indicating a message had been left. Suddenly, he withdrew from her, leaving her wanting, panting, addicted, feening… His tasty cock with its long, ridged, beautiful curve called to her.

  “Ouch!” He yanked her by the hair, forcing her up onto her feet and out of her daydream. In a flutter of commotion, he pushed her computer aside and knocked her water bottle, stapler, and her assortment of writing instruments to the floor, too. ‘Heartbreak Hotel,’ by The Jacksons came on as she ended with her back against the desk, her skirt and black silk panties yanked off her. He twirled the underwear around his finger a few times then threw them on the floor. All she had on were her damn high heels, and one of them threatened to fall off when he pried her legs open as though she were made of putty.

  She struggled, having the sudden urge to put up a fight, but he overpowered her in a matter of seconds. She could barely breathe with his weight on her. He was hard and heavy and strong… so fucking strong. Face to face now, noses almost touching, he reached down between their bodies to touch her wet, hot love. Intensity swam in his gaze.

  “I’m the head custodian. It’s time to CUM. CLEAN.”

  “FUCK!” she screamed, raking her fingernails up his orange jumpsuit, the material protecting his back as he forced himself inside her with brute force. Her pussy spilled forth, emitting loud wet sounds at his abrupt intrusion. She gripped the orange material as he moved inside her, while licking and lapping at her breasts. The desk rocked violently with each nasty, harsh thrust…

  “Yes! Shit!” Her eyes rolled as he fucked her like he meant it. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he made her take his fierce plunges, gyrating his hips from left to right. “Oh God, you fuck me so damn good! Don’t stop!” she cooed, wanting it, needing him more and more each moment.

  “We had a date. You don’t tell me no, damn it. You better clean up your act.” He eyed her with venom then leaned in to lick the side of her face. His mouth trailed to her earlobe. He kissed then sucked it slow. Slipping his hand again between their pumping bodies, he massaged her pussy and toyed with her clit, the perfect sex toy.

  “Oh, shit! Baby… I’m going to explode, Nix! You’re making me cum!”

  He kept at it, power and concentration in his gaze. She came hard against him; the world around her grew fuzzy at the edges and her entire body sang. Then she felt it… the sweetest, softest, most beautiful kiss… His lips pressed against hers as he slowed his thrusts, throbbing within her. Her body spasmed once more and violent aftershocks wracked her. She gasped for air, then coughed, finally catching her breath. He gently moved a few strands of hair out of her face, smiling. Then his expression twisted, and he changed, just like that.

  “That hurts!” she screamed as he yanked her by the arm off the desk. Covering her mouth with one hand, he forced her to lean onto the desk, legs spread wide as if preparing to frisk her. She purred at how he manhandled her, commanded her body, pinned her down. One of his hands slipped away and she braced herself. It’s coming… He’s going to make me pay… So, this is what he meant by ‘Glad you came clean.’ Her lips curled in a smile, and her core poured with torrential desire.

  Time stood still. Sweat dripped down her face while anticipation curled within her and puddled in the depths of her pussy. She cooed when she felt him move ever so slightly. She hungered for him, but the man now tortured her, keeping her at bay. She could feel his energy.

  “I don’t share you with anyone, do you fucking understand me?” His voice was low, gravelly. Tinged with revenge, out for blood.

  “You think I have someone else?” Genuinely perplexed, she looked at him from over her shoulder. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?”

  “No. I’m not jealous. I already possess you – you’re already mine. I am talking about time. When I want you,” he leaned forward, his chest flush against her back, hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing, “you come running. No questions asked. If something comes up, you ask my permission to be excused.”

  WHACK! She stiffened, her ass cheek burning and stinging after he smacked it. Hard. The pain melded into pleasure as he kissed her shoulder, trailing his soft lips along the skin, tasting her.

  “Do you fucking understand me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Nix.”

  “You wanted Mr. Clean to come down here and fuck you. Now you’ve got him! I’m going to make your pussy take all my mess! Drop my load in you. Milk my dick! TAKE ALL OF THIS! UMPH!”

  “Oh, God!”

  He entered her with ruthless force, making her eyes water. Their muted reflection in the computer screen turned her on. He moaned deep and grunted like a beast, stirring her emotions as he tore her apart and fucked her good. The monster veered back and slammed into her again and again with sweet violence, loving sadistic torture. His long, hungry cock wouldn’t take no for an answer. It had an insatiable hunger.

  “How does that feel?!” he asked like he knew the answer. Of course he did. The punishment didn’t fit the crime, and barely her pussy…

  Devil dick. He’s got devil dick! It’s so good!

  “It hurts so good…” She grinned and bore the pain, gripping the edges of the desk as he delivered blow after blow.

  “Mmm! Mmm!”

  He rammed her over and over, faster and faster, his balls slapping into her soaking wet canal. Her phone began to ring, and by the fourth one, he angrily swiped it off the damn desk without missing a beat, never slowing down. She looked at the phone while her body jostled and Nix fucked the living daylights out of her. When he slipped his finger against her pussy, she whimpered and cried in ecstasy. He knew how to work her, grind against her body, make love to her in such a brutishly beautiful way.

  Feels like heaven… I can’t let him go… even if I wanted to!

  “It feels so good, being so dirty, don’t it, baby?!” He moved impossibly faster, and she held on tight to the furniture. He went so deep inside of her, it took her breath away. “I own this pussy and the woman attached to it!”

  The pain and pleasure wrapped around each other like a vine. His huge dick spread her wide open, made her drip and drizzle, made her worship it all the more with each vile, territorial, and treacherous plunge.

  His groans became loud and harsh. He was near. So close. Nixon shuddered, and she braced herself as the flow of molten heat filled her vessel. The man continued to move, pummeling her with short, needy jabs while emptying himself inside her, ridding himself of every creamy drop.

  Moments later, he went still. Her heart pounded as he rested against her, a wet, heavy, sexy mass of man. Their fingers intertwined, and excitement soared in her from his touch. The kisses… they got her every time. The man’s plush rose lips felt like the softest clouds in the sky, falling upon her like a blessing from up above. He moved them all along her back, licking sweat, tasting her. Coveting her.

  “Nothing on your body is off limits to me. It belongs to me, Yasmine. Every fiber of your being is mine. Every inch of you. I claim it. It’s in my name. Insured for life.”

  He slowly rose from her, leaving her vulnerable. She always hated when he physically pulled away. It felt unnatural, like a piece of her was lost, disappearing with him. She remained still, her mind a blur, and as the music kept playing, she could barely recognize the songs from her own playlist.

  She resented the sound of his zipper going back up. That meant the end of the magical moment. When she dared to look over her shoulder at him, she caught him making his way back to the mop and bucket, as if he’d just finished cleaning her office. He picked the
scruffy hat from the floor and put it on his head. She couldn’t help but chuckle when he got it on the wrong way. He looked so ridiculous. He offered a tilted smile.

  “Yas, I don’t care what time it is when you’re finished here. Come by my house as soon as you’re finished and spend the night with me. I’m a night owl. I’ll be awake.”

  “What about—”

  “Shhh,” he said softly. “I want to wake up to you in the morning.” He pulled at the collar of the orange jumpsuit and sniffed it, his lips still kinked in a smile. “Damn. I love your scent. I want it everywhere… I want it on my sheets, in my mind, imprinted on my soul.”

  Just like that, he disappeared out the door. No warning. No goodbye. She heard the shuffling noise of him drifting away with the mop and bucket, and hated it when she could hear it no more. After gathering her senses, she stood back up and put her clothes on. The aching between her legs was his calling card of a job well done. She gathered the pens and other odds and ends from the floor including the phone. As she rounded the desk and sat down, she noticed two missed calls, one from Mike, her colleague. She was on pins and needles, afraid he’d tried to reach her upon his return.

  Playing the voicemail back, she toyed with various lies to tell, something to get her off the damn hook. I’m just relieved he didn’t decide to come down to my office.

  “Hey, Yasmine, it’s Mike. I am so sorry. I don’t think I’m going to make it back tonight. Tammy is still really ill. I was planning to just check up on her and return, but this cold of hers is pretty bad. I will be there at five in the morning to help make up for the time lost. I’m certain you’re still there burning the midnight oil. Thanks so much for all of your hard work! Again, sorry about this. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call or text.”

  She sighed with relief and flopped back in her seat, a big smile on her face. Then… that smile faded.

  He wants me to come by and spend the night. He wants to wake up to me in the morning…

  Fear she couldn’t describe welled inside of her. She glanced at her calendar. It had been two months… Soon though, that worry was replaced with excitement and plans for the future. Goldie’s words of encouragement seeped into her mind.