Filthy Boss (6 page)

Heat floods my entire body. He's going to take his time, and there's nothing I can do to make it go faster. My whole body tenses, with the anticipation. I can feel his breath across my pussy. 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 kiss on my nether lips, and I gasp. The barest flick of a tongue across my clit. A nip to the left, a kiss to the right, a sweep of the tongue down. Never the same place in a row, each a deeper sensation than the last. He grazes his teeth on my clit, 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 stroke of the tongue from bottom to top, swirling my clit and every touch is a starburst of pleasure. His mouth seals over my clit, and he sucks deeply. 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, licking and curling, and plunging deep into my pussy over and over again.

Both his hands lock around my hips and he lifts them off the desk, pulling me deeper against his mouth while he fucks me with his tongue. He moves from inside me to the outside and back, sucking and pulling and plunging. The second orgasm is slower, pulled from deep 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 licks into me again, deeper than I knew he could and the wave crests. My whole body feels bathed in this pleasure. 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 pleasure with gentle breaths and kisses. 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 breasts and to my shoulders. He curves his fingers around the back of my neck and then I feel his lips on mine.

His tongue asks a question and I answer. I can taste myself on his lips and the deviant nature of that hits me in the gut and I'm suddenly wet again.

The blindfold if pulled off and the light streams into my eyes, blinding. The sun is setting over the city and the office is fiery. Charles is standing in front of me, and I take the moment to look at him. I trace the lines from his collarbones down across his chest through the valley of his abs and arrive at his very erect cock. He's holding the scarf that was the blindfold, and he's looking at me oddly. Almost expectantly. "Give me your hands please, Alyssa."

My stomach drops. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that, Sir."

"I know it's a step. Your hands will be in front of you, and I'm not going to make it so you can't escape if you need to," he flashes me that wicked grin, "This time. Do you trust me enough to try it?"

I take a breath easier. Yes, I can try it. I can get free. "Yes."

I hold out my hands, and he takes a step closer while winding the blue fabric around my wrists. "If this is too much for you, there is rule three."

I look up at him, and I can tell he's telling the truth: he will stop if I ask him too. The feeling settles in my gut. I don't want him to stop. "No." I say. The scarf is knotted so loosely around my hands, it's practically a joke. "And this I can handle."

He grins as he sheathes himself in a condom, then he takes my hands and places them around his neck. The scarf tightens, and now my hands are locked to his shoulders. "How about now?" He asks. He doesn't give me a chance to respond, pushing my legs opening and slipping inside me.

I'm so sensitive, I can't help the moan that comes out. He lifts my legs up and I wrap them around his waist so I'm completely tangled in him. The edge of the desk is digging into my ass and I don't care. "This time I don't want you to close your eyes."

"Can I blink?" The words are out before I can stop them, and he laughs. The vibrations moving through me everywhere we're touching.
Everywhere
. "Yes, you can blink."

"Good."

He kisses me and I keep them open, locking eyes with him and daring him to be the one to blink first. He starts to move inside me, rocking me back into the desk. Each movements sets sparks off across my already sensitized body. He groans into my mouth, and his pace quickens. It isn't gentle, it's fierce. He stops kissing my mouth and moves to my neck, sucking on my skin as he plunges into me.

I didn't think that I could reach a third orgasm, but I feel it on the horizon. Charles puts his hands under my ass and lifts, and suddenly I'm in the air. Our faces are level and he's holding me and fucking me and I let my head drop back in the sudden wave of helplessness and desire.

He turns and presses me against the window, fingers digging into my legs as he holds me exactly where he wants me and doesn't let me go. He doesn't slow as he slams into me, every stroke drawing my orgasm closer. I can feel the emptiness of the air behind the glass and I don't care that the window is shaking with every thrust.

I'm so close, again, and he's close. He's staring at me and I'm staring at him, and I see the moment it hits him. His mouth is rough on top of mine and I go over with his final thrust. Everything explodes, and I'm not sure if my eyes are open anymore. Sheer pleasure sings through my body, and I'm shuddering on his cock still inside me. Another burst of pleasure rushes through me at the knowledge that I had nothing to do with this. Charles took what he wanted from me, and I gave it to him.

The sharpness of my orgasm fades to a soft glow, and suddenly I'm so tired. Outside the window, the sun slips below the horizon.

H
oly shit.

I don't think I can move.

Alyssa's eyes are still open and glazed over with the aftermath of three orgasms. Slowly, I take her weight from the window, and carry her to the couch. I'm still inside her, so I'm gentle as I lay down and remove myself. I take her arms from around my neck and untie the scarf from her wrists. She's still dazed but smiling, and I take a moment to clean myself up.

I kneel by the couch, leaning down to kiss her. It's softer, more intimate. "How do you feel?" I ask softly. Somehow it seems wrong to speak loudly in this atmosphere.

She reaches out and traces lines on my chest. "I feel good. Sleepy."

I run my fingers down her side, unable to keep myself from touching her. "Thank you for trusting me."

"I do trust you." She says absently. Then she looks at me. "I do trust you." She says again, the words stronger.

Something deep in my chest eases. "Will you do one last thing for me tonight?"

"Is that a command?"

"A request."

She rolls towards me, "What is it?"

"Let me take you home. I don't want to be the guy that has sex with you in his office and sends you off in a cab."

"I'd like that." She says, and she pulls my head down to kiss me. I let her. After all, she's more than earned it.

"Okay." I throw my clothes on quickly, but she takes her time, moving slowly like she's still in the midst of her afterglow. I'd be lying if I didn't say that made the male monster inside me more than a bit smug. I take the time to help her, clasping her bra and buttoning her shirt—a kiss taken for every button closed. Until we're just kissing. Her kisses are long and slow, and I'm a little in love with the softness of her mouth. 

"Let's go," I say, "before a janitor catches me taking you again."

"It's Friday night." She's laughing, "No janitors."

I give her a pointed look up and down. "We can stay if you like."

"If it's all the same to you," She says, taking my hand, "I'd rather not spend all of the night in your office."

"Fair enough."

We find a cab together, and I never let go of her hand. Once inside the cab I pull her against me and wrap my arms around her. Her head fits against my chest in a way that makes me ache. She leans against me in comfortable silence as we cross the river. Her apartment building is in a nice neighborhood in queens. I pay the driver and step out behind Alyssa. She seems surprised. "You didn't think I was going to see you into the house?"

"No, I didn't."

"Fine." I nod, "I'll do you one better." Leaning down, I sweep her feet out from under her and start to carry her towards the door.

"Charles what are you doing?"

I try to control my grin, "I'm quite literally taking you home."

She's shaking her head, even as she's instinctively looped her arm around my neck and curled into me. We awkwardly maneuver the doorways; I carry her up the stairs despite her protests. I'm enjoying the feeling of her in my arms, and don't particularly want to put her down.

She reaches out and unlocks her door. I push it open with my foot and we make it through without me banging her head—small miracles. Her apartment is clean and nicely decorated, it's also easy to tell where the bedroom is. I head straight there, laying her down across it. I sit next to her, and she's beaming up at me. "You really didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to." She catches my hand and our fingers tangle together in the silence.

"Will you stay?" She asks.

My sex drive leaps at the thought of all the things we could do together with a whole night and a real bed. Soon. "Not tonight." I say, even though it kills me. "You're tired, and we both know what will happen."

She smirks at me, "Like it's a bad thing?"

"Never a bad thing," I lean down and press a kiss to her stomach. "But I want more than just sex from you. You know that, right?"

She looks at our hands, "Do things like this really happen?"

"I guess so," I say, standing. "I'm going to think of somewhere we can go to start your New York bucket list."

She follows me to the door. "I look forward to it. It's really too bad you're not staying. I'll certainly be thinking about you."

The look in her eyes says she's going to be doing more than just thinking. Two can play at this game. I grip the back of her neck firmly and tilt her face back to look at me. "You can touch yourself as much as you want, but from now until Monday you are not allowed to orgasm without my permission." I feel her pulse speed up under my thumb and her pupils dilate. "Or, if you choose to ignore that, you can find out how much I would enjoy punishing you."

I take a kiss, forceful and deep. I want to be imprinted on every part of her consciousness tonight. "Do you understand?" I ask.

"Yes, Sir."

I kiss her on the forehead. "I'll see you soon."

***

B
y Sunday afternoon, I'm going crazy. I have to see her.

I've had my phone in my hand to call her all day today, and I haven't been able to do it. Calling her on the phone makes me feel like I'm in high school. I don't want to sit in my apartment and talk with her on the phone. I want to see her.

I want to touch her and kiss her and talk with her while I'm wrapped around her and inside her. I want to tell her exactly where to touch me and look her in the eye while she gets me off. I want to keep my earlier promise to taste her everywhere, and order her to name each part of her body as I do so I can see her flush. I want to feel her squirming while trying to keep my command to keep still. Yeah, that settles it. I grab my jacket and keys and head for the door.

I'm pit in my stomach the entire ride over. Even though I feel like we're on the same page, I'm still nervous. This is all so new. Anything could go wrong. This is a thrill for her—exciting and new—what if she suddenly realizes that being under someone's isn't what she wants after all? This is what I want. I know that's not going to change. But for her the novelty could wear off. At best, it ends. At worst I'm painted as...well, hopefully it won't be the worst. I've already lived that. I force my lungs to breathe through that gnawing fear and try to focus on the moment. Right now, everything is perfect. 

Her apartment building looks different in the daylight, smaller and having more character. Her street is lined with trees, and there are a couple kids riding bikes down the sidewalk. I've lived in Manhattan for years, but I think I could learn to like Queens. My first impression of it is that it seems homey.

I pay the driver, and lucky for me someone is coming out of her building. I catch the door and head inside, jogging up to the second floor. There's no doorbell in here so I knock. Okay, maybe I knock a little to hard. Accident, I swear.

I hear the bolt unlatching and my heart leaps. Alyssa opens the door and it's clear I'm not who she expected. "Charles."

"I'm sorry, I know I should have called. I just had to see you." I lean forward and kiss her. I feel her start to kiss me back before she stops and pulls away. "I'm really happy to see you, but now isn't a good time."

My stomach tightens, "Why, what's wrong?"

A woman's voice calls from deeper in the apartment. "Alyssa, who's at the door?"

"Just a second, mom." She presses her lips together, "My parents decided to surprise me this weekend by just showing up."

She looks pissed but I have to smile. "I'd really like to meet them."

"And how do you want to play that?" She asks, "As my boyfriend or my boss?"

Crap. She has a point. "I think it's easier to sell boss to boyfriend."

"Yeah me too."

"Alyssa?" A plump woman in her sixties comes around the corner from the living room. Her hair is streaked with silver, but she's beautiful. Alyssa looks so much like her. "Mom," Alyssa's voice is a little strangled, "This is my boss, Charles Saxon."

"I'm so sorry to intrude. My cell phone died while I was out in the city, and I needed to see about some presentation materials for tomorrow."

Her mom comes over and immediately pulls me into a hug. "No trouble at all! It's so good to meet you. Why don't you come in?" Over her shoulder, Alyssa is mouthing at me 'I'm so sorry.'

I follow them into the living room. Alyssa clears her throat, Charles these are my parents, Jim and Gloria Harrington."

I shake her fathers hand, "It's really good to meet you both. I—"