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Chapter 7
Alyssa
I’m exhausted, and it’s all Charles’ fault. You don’t just say something like that to someone and then send them on their way. I was awake half the night reliving what happened in his office, the other half thinking about all the possibilities.
Charles walks in from the elevator, and I immediately turn bright red. He grins like he knows exactly what I was thinking, and I resist the urge to make a face. I also resist the urge to go kizz him. “Good morning, Sir.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Sir?”
“You were right. Calling you Mr. Saxon now feels weird, and I think people might notice if I started calling you by your first name.” “If you’re comfortable with it, it’s fine with me.” He leans over the desk, “I have plans for you today, Miss Harrington. I would like it if you would report to my office at exactly five o’clock. Be prepared to stay late.”
“Yes, Sir.” My whole body is tingling, and there’s a nervous anticipation in my stomach, and this is going to be the longest day of my life.
The rest of the day moves by in fits and starts, one moment everything seems normal and the next I remember that what’s happening at the end of the day. I have the urge to open Tantalize and write the fantasies that are forming in my head, but there’s no point. I’m going to be living them in just a few hours. My body is a constant state of awareness and arousal. It’s maddening and I only hope that Charles is feeling it too.
Our rules run throu-ghmy head over and over, and I have to stop and breathe throu-ghthe knowledge and desi-re that comes with them, and also the shame of wanting it. I shouldn’t want to let someone tell me what to do, right?
But it feels so good to let go.
Another minute ticks by. This is going way too slowly.
I go to the kitchen to get a cu-p of water, and find Jennifer there doing the same. Perfect. “Alyssa, hi.” She says, too enthusiastically. “How’s the job treating you?”
“Uh…good. It’s been great so far actually.” Fantastic. Mind-blowing. Toe-curling.
She nods, “Awesome. How is Charles? Did you setting boundaries with him work?”
“Definitely. He hasn’t done anything to make me feel uncomfortable.” I say the last bit with a bit of a smile, covering my annoyance at her, now that I know she regularly tries to se-duce Charles.
“I’m really glad that worked out for you.” She says, “Girl power!” She throws her fist in the air like a cheerleader.
Wow.
“Listen,” She tosses her paper cu-p in the trash can. “Maybe sometime we could get coffee and to know each other a little better? I know it’s ha-rd to find friends in this city, and it’s always good to know people at work.”
I can’t argue with her sentiment, but I doubt her motives. Regardless, I smile. “Sure. That would be great.”
“I’ll email you to set something up.” She says on the way out of the kitchen. “Have a good rest of the day!”
“You have no idea.” I say un-der my breath.
When I get back to my desk only ten minutes have p@$$ed. Two hours to go.
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At five of five I’m so nervous I feel like I’m about to throw up. People are leaving the office, and I smile at them as they go. Soon it’s going to be just us.
4:59.
I feel like the changing the old saying to ‘The watched clock never changes.’ It’s sixty seconds of terror and longing.
5:00.
I take a breath. Another one. Then I get up and go into Charles’ office. I shut the door behind me, and lock it. “I’m glad you’re on time.” He says.
“I’d been watching the clock all day.”
He smiles at me in way that promises wicked things. “I hoped you would.”
We stare at each other for a long moment. I finally ask. “We’re in rule number two situation here, right?” “Yes we are,” he says, “and I want you completely Na-ked.”
Heat rushes into my body and suddenly my heart is in my throat. He watches me, waiting. Rule 2b floats into my head, and I know that he won’t hesitate. Even if I am curious about what punishing me might mean, I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
I step out of my shoes, and remove my pa-nts. My shirt is next, and I’m acutely aware of his eyes on my body. I add my br@ to the pile, and my pa-nties are last. I’m Na-ked. He’s staring at me and I feel utterly vulnerable. I resist the urge to cover myself with my hands.
“Come here.”
I walk around the desk to him, and he stands. I’m not sure why I didn’t realize until this moment how much taller than me he is. He takes my brea-st s in his hands and squee-zes. His fingers move from my Nip-ples to my rib cage, ba-rely touching my skin and making me shiver. “You are so beautiful.” He keeps his hands moving over me, up and down until I’m drowning in s-ns¶tion. “My turn.” He says, “Undress me.”
He’s already taken off his shoes, and I can see his erection straining throu-ghhis pa-nts. I admit, I’m dying to see every bit of him. I unbu-tton his shirt and shove it off his shoulders. His t-shirt follows suit. I’m too impatient to take my time with him.
His che-st is perfect, softly defined and smooth. I reach to touch his stomach, and he catches my hand. “Later.” He nods downward.
I blus-h, knowing what is un-derneath. I undo his belt, and I have to kneel to get his pa-nts all the way off. Then it’s just his un-derwear, and then there’s nothing. He pulls me off my knees. “Believe me, I can’t wait to be inside your mouth. But not tonight. Get on the desk.” I look at his desk and realize it’s been rearranged. Things have been moved, and his desk—which was already hu-ge—seems larger. “You realize that we’re about to become a total cliché by having se-x on your desk?”
“Do you care?”
“No.”
“Good.” He says, “Now, I have something for you.” He opens a drawer and pulls out a scarf, and my heart starts to beat fas-ter. I’m not ready to be tied up I don’t think. “I would like to blindfold you.” He says. “Do you nee-d to use rule number three?”
I think. Do I trust him with this? Yes. A blindfold can be removed. “No, I’m okay.”
He turns me and wraps the scarf around my eyes. I close my eyes so they’re bound shut and I won’t be tempted to cheat. Of course I’ll be tempted to cheat, but this way I won’t.
“You can talk, you know.” I feel the knot become firm, “I’m not making you take a vow of silence just because you’re submitting to me.”
My pv$$y clenches in response to his words. It knows what it wants even if my head isn’t sure. Like it heard the word submitting and screamed ‘yes, this is what I want!’ “I’m not sure what to say.”
“Just talk to me.”
I reach out in my blindness and his hand grabs mine. He leads it to his che-st, and I love how solid he is. “Everything in my body wants to submit.” I say, the words somehow easier when I can’t see his face, “But my mind is telling me I’m crazy for wanting this. Show me I’m wrong.”
“Yes Ma’am.” I hear the smile in his voice, and it’s a big one. “And that’s the last order you get to give tonight, do you un-derstand?” His voice grows stern again.
Now it’s my turn to smile. “Yes, Sir.”
His hands are on my hips then, leading me to the desk, lifting me onto it like I weigh nothing. “Lie back and open your legs.” I bite my li-ps as I do what he asks, blus-hing at the mental image of just how exp-osed I am. “I’ve thought about having you spr-ead open for me, and it is so much better than I imagined.”
His hands touch my brea-st s, fingers pinching my Nip-ples and rolling them just to the edge of pain only to rele-ase them again. My back arches off the desk, I mo-an . I don’t care about being loud now, there’s no one in the office to hear me.
Warmth touches my stomach, his mouth open and tongue roaming. “Oh god.” He’s tasting me just like he said he would. I feel myself get we-tter, if that’s even possible at this point. He laughs against my skin, but he doesn’t stop. Instead he moves, lic-king down my stomach. I’m breathing like I’ve run a marathon, and he hasn’t even really tou-ched me yet. A kizz flutters against my right thi-gh. Then the other one. A brush of tongue on the mound above my pv$$y. A gentle bite on my right thi-gh again, closer. Then the left. He alternates back and forth, getting closer each time. li-ps, teeth, tongue, until he’s so close, and I’m straining for him to touch me there. My hips rise off the desk and a hand moves to my stomach holds them down.
Heat floods my entire body. He’s going to take his time, and there’s nothing I can do to make it go fas-ter. My whole body tenses, with the anticipation. I can feel his breath across my pv$$y. His mouth is right there, and my hips have a mind of their own trying to reach him. He doesn’t let them.
Instead, the lightest touch of a kizz on my nether li-ps, and I gasp. The ba-rest flic-k of a tongue across my cl!t. A nip to the left, a kizz to the right, a sweep of the tongue down. Never the same place in a row, each a dee-per s-ns¶tion than the last. He grazes his teeth on my cl!t, and my whole body shudders. There are sounds coming from me that I’ve never heard before. I’m on the edge, but he’s holding me there, not letting me go over.
Finally, a strong stro-ke of the tongue from bott-om to top, swirling my cl!t and every touch is a starburst of plea-sure. His mouth seals over my cl!t, and he su-cks de-eply. I go over the edge, and I see my own constellation of stars. My hands are in his hair, and he doesn’t stop. His tongue is everywhere, lic-king and curling, and plunging de-ep into my pv$$y over and over again.
Both his hands lock around my hips and he lifts them off the desk, p-ulling me dee-per against his mouth while he fu-cks me with his tongue. He moves from inside me to the outside and back, su-cking and p-ulling and plunging. The second Orgasm is slower, pulled from de-ep inside me like a wave. I rise slowly, and he knows. He has to know. He’s slowing down, inching from one place to the next. “Please.” I say, and that’s all it takes. He lic-ks into me again, dee-per than I knew he could and the wave crests. My whole body feels bathed in this plea-sure. I want it to last forever just like this.
He lowers my hips back onto the desk. His mouth is still on me, bringing me down from plea-sure with gentle breaths and kizzes. Then his mouth is gone, and it seems strange that it’s not there. His hands find mine and he pulls me upright. His hands wind their way up my body, across my brea-st s and to my shoulders. He curves his fingers around the back of my ne-ck and then I feel his li-ps on mine.
His tongue asks a question and I answer. I can taste myself on his li-ps and the deviant nature of that hits me in the gut and I’m suddenly we-t again.
TBC