When I get tired of the robot-like body beneath my fingers, I decide to take matters into my own hands. While the woman does not deserve an orgasm this morning, I will need to deliver one if I want my cock to sink in between those perfect ass cheeks. Maybe I can let her have a freebie. Just this once. Then again, maybe I won’t need to. She doesn’t actually need to come, she just needs to get a little excited. This could still work.
My fingers stray to her folds as I begin working her clit. It’s still swollen from last night and as soon as I touch it, she moans. This isn’t going to take long. She stiffens further as my fingers begin tweaking that little nub, but she’ll only be able to resist these talented hands for so long. They know exactly what they are doing and the tunes I can play on her little instrument are fucking masterpieces.
She keeps up the frigid act for all of two minutes. That is the precise amount of time it takes for me to wear her down. I know this because that’s when her knees begin to wobble, and her breath starts coming out in little pants of anticipation. She’s trying her best to stifle them, but the occasional one is gasped out when I squeeze a little too hard.
“I’m going to make you bend over my desk every single morning for the entire month, while you beg me to fuck your ass, poppet. What’s more, eventually you’ll come to enjoy it.”
“There is no way I’ll ever enjoy this,” she fires back, earning herself another series of fierce slaps upon her ass.
“Oh, I promise you that you will. By the end of the week, you’ll be begging for lots of things.” She has no idea what I’m going to turn her into, but in a few days’ time, she’ll have a rough idea. Rubbing her bright red ass cheeks roughly with my hands and then squeezing them together, I grin when she shrieks.
Pulling the ball gag out of my pocket, which I thoughtfully placed in there this morning after a quick visit home to shower, I press the rubber sphere to her lips.
“No, Adie,” she then pleads, realizing her mistake. “I’m sorry. I’ll be quiet.” Ahh, it’s too late for that.
“Chow down on that gag now, poppet, or I promise I’ll make you scream. I’m really good at making people scream, by the way. It’s a specialty of mine. Once you start making a lot of noise, I have a feeling lots of people will come running and it will create a stir, but if you’re happy with that, so am I. I can cope with people thinking I’m trying to climb up the ladder any which way I can. It will do wonders for my reputation.” When she pauses, still unwilling to obey me, I decide to give her a countdown. “Three, two, one…”
As I run out of numbers, Elizabeth decides she’d better take the sensible option, and she opens her mouth wide. I roll my eyes. What a spoilsport she is. It would have been too much fun to have the whole office run in here to see what she gets up to in her spare time.
Shoving the gag home, I don’t bother to buckle it. I’ll subject her to that indignity another time. At the moment, I am solely focused on getting my cock in her ass as quickly as possible. While I am an exhibitionist of sorts, I prefer to do that stuff with people I’m unlikely to see again, but if we’re discovered I’m not going to lose any sleep over it.
My fingers get busy again, one set pumping inside her ass, while the others are there purely to distract and torment. The more aroused she is, the more relaxed she’ll be, which is the key to my getting inside her. I cannot believe this woman has never had her cherry popped in that department, but I’m more than happy to show her what she’s been missing. After a few minutes of continuous penetration, I decide she’s about as dilated as I can get her, so I undo my fly and position my cock accordingly.
By this time, of course, she’s thrashing about on the desk. Elizabeth is now insensible with lust, and she’s all but forgotten she’s wearing a gag. She’ll come to in a minute, but that can’t be helped.
When I press forward for entry, I hear a squeal of pain through her nose, and her body once again stiffens.
Stroking her hair, I say, “Relax, poppet. It always hurts the first time, but it won’t always be like this. In a week’s time, you’ll be begging me for more. They all do.” This is no word of a lie. She won’t believe me, but that’s the way this works. Eventually she’ll learn to trust me. That’ll take about a week. Until then, the road is liable to be a bit rocky.
As I edge forward another centimeter, I can hear her fingernails scraping against my desk.
“Relax. The more you tense, the more it will hurt. Learn to do as you’re told for once in your life.” I smile as I say that. I’m going to have a hellcat on my hands once this is over and will probably have to avoid projectile missiles being thrown at me all day, but the expression on her face when I showed her who was boss this morning was worth it.
Strangely enough, she obeys, but I think that has more to do with the fact that she’s a hairbreadth away from coming all over my fingers, which are now moving a little faster underneath her. Anyway, whatever the reason, I get to penetrate her a little deeper, despite another squeal of pain and the solid thump of her fist against the table. She should be grateful I’ve gagged her. If I hadn’t, half the world would know what we’re up to in here.
Another five minutes go by. All in all, she’s taking it quite well, in my opinion. At some point, she’s going to get her own back, and I have a feeling that is going to hurt, but it probably won’t be as bad as being poisoned by Leader and kneed in the balls – at least, I hope it won’t.
I’m letting my thoughts wander because the pressure is so intense - I want to shoot my load already. The trouble is, I want to be all the way in before I let myself go and the last inch is the hardest. Slowly but surely, I am making my way forward, though. By now, her fist is regularly thumping the table, but her hips are bucking back towards me involuntarily, too. She’s lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, and she’s chasing a tempting, but completely invisible prize.
“You’re doing so well, poppet,” I say, praising her. “For a first-timer, you’re a natural.” I’m not lying. A lot of women would have tried to kill me by now. Mind you, Elizabeth knows me well enough to know that isn’t an option. Perhaps that’s just as well. “Just a tiny bit further and we’re done.” She responds to that statement with a load of mumbled grunts, but I don’t care because I’ve just made it home and I’m about to start thrusting. Let’s hope she’s braced herself.
When I begin thrusting, holy hell erupts. This is partly because my fingertips are no longer on her clit, and partly because my cock is enormous. Hey, I cannot tell a lie. Err. Anyway, I take around twenty seconds to slam the beast home and the job is finished. She should thank me. I could have taken all day, but I decided to be considerate just this once. It’s unlikely to happen again.
Standing up, I then pop the big fella back where he belongs and zip myself up. That’s when I hear the door open. I knew I should have locked that bastard. Dammit. Thinking fast, I lean over Elizabeth who has once again gone as stiff as a board, and I yell, “Catch it, dammit, or that will be two I’ve broken this month.” I then discreetly pull Elizabeth’s skirt down to a more acceptable level. She then takes the opportunity to spit the gag out of her mouth, and there’s a distinct thud as it drops to the floor. Holding my finger in the air to whoever needs my attention, I then walk around to the other side of the desk and bending over, I pluck my phone out of my pocket and place it back on the desk.
“Thank God. It’s not broken. Jesus. That was a scare I could do without this morning.” I also kick the rather gooey-looking gag back under the table. Elizabeth can clean that up later. Finally, I look upwards to see who requires my attention. Funnily enough, it’s Sandra. Placing my backside back in my chair, I turn to Elizabeth and say, “Many thanks for the briefing sheet. I’ll get straight on it and have it back to you in a couple of hours. Was there anything else that needs immediate attention?”
Elizabeth looks at the phone on my desk, and her eyes narrow. I know what she wants to do. I’m just wondering if she’ll have the guts to do it. Three slow seconds
tick by as she contemplates her next move. She then shakes her head sharply.
“That will be all for now, Adrien. I’ll expect to see you in my office at twelve pm sharp, though.” I nod. She then storms out of the room as fast as she can, looking like a slapped cat, and it’s probably just as well. I’m not sure if Sandra managed to get a look at her face, but the stain of pink across her cheeks would have given everything away if she had.
Turning my attention to Sandra casually, I then say, “What can I help you with?”
I have to confess I didn’t expect to see her so soon after our failed, ‘date,’ so I have no idea what she wants. I’m fairly confident it isn’t sex, though.
Sandra has a little smirk on her face. Fuck. She knows exactly what she just saw here, but with any luck she isn’t stupid enough to advertise the fact. There’s no guarantee, though.
Leaning against the door, Sandra plays with a tendril of her dark brown hair. Twiddling it around in her fingertips, she is carefully considering what she’s about to say next. I debate killing her here and now, but the shit I’ll get into is astronomical. If I have to do it, it’s better to wait and make it look like an accident. Besides, I haven’t fucked her yet, and I’m going to.
“If you fail this next assignment, I want to watch you fuck the boss. Neat trick, that. I’ve been after her for years.”
Holy shit. My face almost flies backwards in the aftermath of that little barb.
“And if I don’t?” The odds are against this, seeing as I’ve been pitted against Leader, but positive thinking is a necessary weapon in every assassin’s arsenal.
“If you don’t, I’ll sleep with you.” Sandra raises her eyebrows in challenge.
“What if I don’t want to sleep with you now? I’m rather busy, in case you hadn’t noticed.” I do want to sleep with her, but I’m not letting her off that easy.
“You do. But if you want to be awkward, don’t accept the challenge. Your choice.” Sandra shrugs her shoulders and blows me a kiss from bubblegum pink lips. She’s right. I do want to sleep with her.
“And here I thought you were a lesbian?” I have to get this out there. It still stings.
Sandra finds this extremely funny because her hand goes up to cover the massive smirk that appears. “Around you, I am. That’s why this new assignment is special. If you get it right first time, I won’t be. I’m not holding my breath, though. Can’t wait to watch you crash and burn, Dumortier.” She then grins at me and flips me the bird.
Before I have a chance to retaliate with something pithy and unpleasant, the woman leaves as quickly as she came. That pisses me off even more. If I ever get her to bed, I’ll make what I’ve just done to Elizabeth look like child’s play.
As dark, nasty thoughts infiltrate my brain, an email ping’s through. I let out a long sigh. This will be details of my next assignment. The one I’m almost certain to fail. Now if I was still friends with James, we’d figure a way to get around this woman together. Unfortunately, I’m going to kidnap his wife and pull his sister apart soon, so teaming up is out of the question. When I get my hands on that bastard, he won’t know what hit him.
Plonking myself back down in my chair, I run through the details quickly. It takes me no more than ten seconds to snort out loud in amazement. This is ridiculous.
Elizabeth wants me to break into Leader’s home, while she is sleeping, and snoop around until I find her computer. When I’ve got it, I have to replace it with a replica, and leave as quietly as I’ve come. I want to burst out laughing. Leader isn’t a civilian for crying out loud. Her house will be wired to blow the moment I step foot inside it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Elizabeth might as well have asked me to tunnel into the White House and blow up the president of the USA whilst I’m at it.
Actually, I’d much prefer the White House assignment. I figure I probably have a better chance of success at that one.
Elizabeth
My legs feel very wooden as I make my way slowly back to my office. I feel a bit like a stuffed bear, after he’s got a split in his backside and has half his stuffing hanging out. Yeah. Exactly like that. What the hell am I getting myself into here?
Putting one foot in front of the other as I walk down the hallway, I try to ignore the stinging imprints of his hands on my ass as my skirt rubs against them. Sitting down is going to be fun. That burn is going to be with me for the rest of the day, and the other burn is even worse. The bastard didn’t finish me off. He’s left me hanging on a knife edge to nowhere. I am so desperate to climax I am considering going into the ladies to masturbate. No, you are not seriously considering that. My face crumples in a nasty caricature. Yes, I absolutely am.
Calm down, Elizabeth. This is all going exactly to plan. Actually, it fucking isn’t. While I did plan on getting Adie to sleep with me, at no point did I factor in being his goddamned whore for a month. More fool me. He wasn’t brought up to be a decent human being like the rest of us. He was dragged up by his father and brother in a criminal underworld that I think I understand, but probably don’t. I’ve seen a lot of bad crap in my life, but I figure Adie has seen much worse. If he wasn’t such a cretin, it might almost be fun getting to know him, but I have a feeling I’m out of my depth here.
Don’t get close to him, Elizabeth. The man will be dead within the week. I swallow down the lump in my throat. While I’ve had to send several colleagues to their deaths before, it still leaves a rather unpleasant taste in my mouth. As the boss, I want to give the impression that I am virtually inhuman, and as hard and mean as ten-inch nails. To be fair, I do pretty well at that, but I do have a soft side, I’m just careful not to let it see the light of day. Still, I shouldn’t feel too guilty about Adrien. He’s a big boy. He’s proven that more than once this week. Maybe he’ll make it out alive. You know he won’t, my conscience berates me. I know this because no one else has. Damn you, Adrien. Why do you have to be the first man to make me care in forever? It’s a ridiculous sentiment, too. The man’s an asshole. He proved that in style this morning. I should hate his guts, right now, and I do, but there’s something else. I just don’t want to put my finger on it.
Thinking about Adrien reminds me that I still need to hijack his phone. The longer he has that footage, the more chance there is of it being sent somewhere – and I can’t have that. He truly is a sneaky fucker. I don’t know why I feel guilty for what I’m about to do to him. I’m probably doing the world a service by getting rid of him. This is not something I should lose sleep over.
The trouble is, he wasn’t joking last night. It really was the best sex I’ve ever had. Nothing else even comes close. It was scary as fuck, and probably because of that – absolutely mind blowing. I’m one of those people that hates losing control, but I almost need to lose it in order to enjoy myself. I’m generally wound up tighter than a spring, and Adrien knew exactly what to do in order to unwind me. Concentrate Elizabeth. This is out of your hands.
I note, with ill humor, that I do not have to switch my Mac on because Adrien has thoughtfully left it powered up for me. Thankfully, it’s now on lock screen, but the knowledge that he’s been inside my little world, rifling through my secrets is rather disconcerting. I immediately go about changing all my passwords, but I have a suspicious feeling that this won’t keep him out for very long. I make a mental note to get a computer tech in to see what we can do about upping the security protocol around these parts.
So, first things first. How am I going to get that phone? I could get one of the girls to do it, which should be easy enough, but it might raise some awkward questions. The girls don’t mind stealing – it’s almost second nature to them – but we try not to do it amongst ourselves in the office. When things go missing from the fridge it nearly always creates unpleasant tension, and twenty or so agents spying on each other to try and figure out who stole what and how they can get their own back is never pleasant. I’m fairly sure I’m going to have to do my own dirty work. Squirming about on
my seat, I throw my head in the air and curse. How badly do I need an orgasm right now? Don’t give in to temptation, Elizabeth. Be strong.
I stare at my computer screen aimlessly for all of five minutes before I swear. I am never going to concentrate if I don’t sort this problem out. If I head to the ladies, it will all be over in seconds and then I can go about my business. Honestly, I feel like a teenager. At least I know why all the other women in the office faun over him.
Heading purposefully to the toilets, I push open the door and note with relief that there is no one around. Hoorah. Hitching my skirt up, I pause for a second, wondering what the hell I’m doing, but the itch is not going to go away on its own. If I don’t take care of business, this will drive me mad all day. I wonder if Adrien does this with all the women he dates? If so, why did they ever let him go? Actually, I can probably answer that one all by myself. He’s a sneaky bastard, he’s probably fucking everything that moves, and he has the attention span of a two-year old. I suspect if I were to date him, I’d get tired with him pretty quickly. He’s probably horribly selfish and spends more time in the mirror than I do. Yes, he’s a complete prick, and I’m sure you won’t miss him at all when he’s gone…
My head is full of Adrien. His beautiful black curls, those dark midnight eyes, and that full upper lip that is just begging to be devoured. God. The things he can do with those lips. Bracing myself against the cubicle door, I immediately plunge my fingers inside my pussy to lubricate them, before I begin sliding them furiously against my clit. I’m desperate. I woke up wet, swollen and aroused this morning, and if anything, I’m even worse now. Dumortier really should have a warning sign around his neck. I swear. Hopefully, this shit will wear off in a couple of days. My hormones can’t cope with this at my age.
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