I leant back in my chair and sighed loudly. The sound of his name brought out my inner bitch, and she was pissed off.
It was another meeting with the man who swaggered around like he was god’s gift to business and women. From the moment I’d met him, I knew he’d find ways to make my life hard. I tried to be polite, and then I avoided him, but he always found a way to get under my skin with his loud northern accent and his affinity to make everyone around him laugh in genuine amusement. I could understand if it was only women that hung on his word. Since the day he’d strode into the office, tossed his jacket on the chair, and rolled up his sleeves, the office women had been mesmerised, and when the CEO announced him as the guy who’d taken over the company, the women wanted him more. Was it because he had the power to make them do whatever he wanted?
The men adored him as well. He talked with enthusiasm about sports, joked with them at the annual barbecue and let everyone try his top-shelf alcohol.
But I hated the guy. Why? Because he repeatedly found ways to make my job difficult. My sales figures were never enough. Maybe the others liked being pushed to be better, but I think he needed to learn to manage his expectations. He’d cut my department twice in the two years since he’d started, and he’d forced me to let go of some people who’d given a lot to the company. His demands were relentless, and he never apologised. But I hated him because even with all that, I spent my nights naked and sweaty, imagining what he could do to me if I asked him to.
Had I imagined the way he glanced at my legs when I wore my tight shift dress? It was a favourite for the office because it gave me a bad boss energy. The day I bent over his desk to point out that I was hitting every target every week, I swore he shifted himself in his chair a little. I won’t deny that I hadn’t expected to reveal so much of my chest or that my lacy bra’s lace might have been on show. The dark, almost hungry look he’d given me as I’d turned to glare at him before I’d left the office had helped me finger myself to orgasm several times that night.
That didn’t stop me hating him, though or regretting dressing more provocatively than I intended that day. I hadn’t expected him to be in the office. There was no meeting on the calendar. But when he’d called his PA to demand we meet with less than five minutes notice, every sales and account manager had run to the board room for fear of being on his shit list.
The provocative outfit wasn’t that bad. The air conditioner in my open-plan office was broken, and maintenance was waiting for a critical part. The day before, I’d come home dripping with sweat and ready to punch anyone who commented on it. I had no other option but to wear my short cotton dress with the low front and slits up the side. It wasn’t until I was sat in the board room, legs crossed, that I realised the slits revealed my entire thigh, exposing nearly to my knickers.
“Don’t be a prick, Jeff,” he said down the phone with a growl that reminded me of my fantasy about him from the night before. I pulled at the hem of my dress with trembling hands as I remembered my dream of his hands gripping my hips as he fucked me over the arm of my sofa. I hadn’t even needed my vibrator last night with that image, and I’d come within ten minutes of getting home after having him shout down the phone at me earlier that day. At least in my fantasies, I was in control, something I couldn’t imagine would happen if we hooked up. Not that I’d let that happen.
He glanced around the room at each of us. Did he see us as his minions? I knew from the way several of my colleagues licked their lips that they’d happily do whatever he wanted them to if he just said the words. At eleven o’clock every day, all the women from accounts would share a look he’d given them or a comment he’d shared that had convinced them he wanted them.
His eyes paused briefly on me at the unfortunate moment I was trying to yank down my dress, which only made the low V of the front dip even more. I covered myself as a boob threatened to pop out.
He raised an eyebrow momentarily before continuing his inspection of his team.
How dare he raise his eyebrow at me. How could I hate him and yet imagine him bending me over my desk at the same time?
He made each of us share our figures for that week, and then he quizzed us on what our plans for the year were. I flicked through my notes, desperately trying to think of something innovative to say, but I had nothing to add.
He tipped his head in my direction, which was his way of demanding I go to the front and face his bullshit. I closed my eyes as I stood to stop me rolling my eyes. I didn’t understand why we had to go to the front; it wasn’t fucking school.
With his back to everyone else, his gaze ran across my body. I fought the temptation to nibble my lip. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Go on,” he said before licking his lips.
His bold attitude froze me to the spot. Usually, I’d give as good as I got but the deep timbre of his voice combined with the look of lust I swore he was giving me left me speechless. It was as if my fantasy was teasing me again, and I could hear the same deep timbre in my head whispering the dirtiest commands to me.
“Today, please,” he added, causing wetness to pool in my knickers. I fumbled with my papers. He licked his lips which had transformed into a grin. To everyone else, it looked like I was struggling with his request, but he knew that’s not what was happening. Fucking bastard.
My anger propelled my words forward, and I gave an excellent presentation considering I hadn’t had any time to prepare and that I was fighting arousal that made my skin prickle with heat.
When I finished, he didn’t quiz me like he had everyone else. Instead, he tilted his head, gave me one last look and nodded my dismissal. I could have killed him in that second, but instead, I purposely dropped my folder next to him and whispered “dickhead” in his ear as I bent down to pick it up.
His chuckle surprised me. I’d never insulted a boss before to his face, especially not the owner of the company who could call for my immediate dismissal, but he brought out my fire.
I strode away and slumped in my chair, unsure if I wanted to punch him or fuck him. The rest of the presentations were a blur. I was only conscious of the back of his head and the occasional movement he gave in his chair. He wasn’t wriggling, but it was as if he suddenly couldn’t keep still.
Suddenly he turned. “Not bad. Not great, but not bad. Some of you need to work on your plans for the year, and a couple of you need to start managing your fucking teams. Now get back to work.” Each of us got to our feet and collected our stuff. I smoothed down my dress for good measure. “Except you.”
I looked up, wondering which sucker was on his shit list now.
He was looking right at me. Of course he was. Fuck.
“You can stay with me. We need to talk about your work.”
I’d avoided being alone in a room with him since the incident in his office. I wasn’t scared of what he’d do to me, but I was scared of what I wanted to do to him. Punch or fuck were the two highest things on my list.
“Lucky, bitch,” one of the accounting team whispered in my ear as she slipped past me on her way to the door.
He pointed to the chair next to him, and I slowly walked and sat while the room emptied. There was no point arguing with the boss.
“First, I want to say that you’re working well, and I am impressed with the plans you laid out,” he said slowly with a hint of admiration in his voice.
“Are you serious?”
That question got me a glare. He didn’t like questions that didn’t need to be asked.
I crossed my legs and marvelled at the way his gaze climbed up my thighs. If asked, I would have denied my actions, but I’d done it to tease him. Hearing his compliment gave me a funny kind of confidence.
“Secondly, I’d appreciate it if you wore something more demure to work next time,” he said, shifting his trousers.
I grinned, knowing I had him where I wanted him for the first time. “You’re not allowed to ask that,” I replied, leaning forward so that the low V of my dress hung lower.
“I believe I am,” he said as he closed his eyes. Was he so desperate to look down the front of my dress that he’d had to close his eyes? My hornyness latched on to my need to repay how angry he’d made me in the past. I wanted power over him.
“See, the thing is,” I replied as I waited for his eyes to open again. “The air con in my office is broken, and we are in the middle of a heatwave. If you would prefer me to be a sweaty mess, then I can wear something different.” I readjusted my seat position, crossing my legs slower this time before raising my arms high in a fake stretch. At his angle, I realised that it looked like I had no knickers on. His eyes darkened as they returned to my thigh. “I will do whatever you want. The decision is yours, boss. Now, if you don’t mind, I have targets to hit.”
I sashayed towards the door. I revelled in my confidence and hoped he was watching my arse as I walked away.
“I didn’t say you could go,” he grunted. That’s when I knew I had him.
I turned, finding him standing behind me. For a second, he stared at my eyes, waiting for consent. I let my lip slip between my teeth before replying, “Go on then, I dare you.”
Like lightning crackling out of nowhere, he exploded. He pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head with one hand. The other moved slowly down my body, across my breasts, pausing to grab my hip before moving lower. His erection was hard against my body, and I rubbed myself against him.
His hand was coarser than I expected as it slipped below the hem of my dress. I opened my legs for him, and his palm brushed between my thighs. He kissed my neck, giving the slightest bite before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Everything trembled as he fingered the hem of my knickers before slipping beneath and grazing my skin. I jumped at the contact. It was the barest touch but felt so good.
“You were wearing underwear. I’m a little disappointed,” he growled in my ear as I wriggled against his finger. “I love it when a woman goes commando; it makes me want to fuck her hard.”
My whimper surprised both of us.
His laugh was as deep as his growl, and it filled every inch of my body, making me breathe deeply. He smelt woody yet musky, and I longed for his scent to brand my skin.
The tip of his finger was suddenly on my clit, and I ground myself against him wanting more. My hands were still pinned within his grasp, and I moved as if controlled by an invisible power pushing myself against him as he held me in place. I was out of control as I writhed against his finger.
“Maybe you should remove my knickers,” I groaned back.
He let out a deep sigh, and his body shuddered against mine. “Good idea. Lift your hem for me, gorgeous,” he released my hands and dropped down to his knees. My head fell back, only held up by the wall, and I gripped the hem of my dress with both my hands revealing my covered pussy to him.
He sucked my clit through my knickers, sending a shot of arousal to my core. The ache in my belly that had demanded satisfaction all morning seemed to grow and burn with pure need.
Slowly he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my lacy black knickers before dragging them down my legs. My pussy was exposed to him. The heat inside me was at odds with the cool air between my thighs.
I lifted my legs to step out of my knickers and watched as he slipped them in the pocket of his chinos. He winked at me in a way that made me blush. He ran his hands up and down my legs, never reaching my pussy, before blowing cool air on my wet clit, cooling the air and making me revel in unexpected tingles that crisscrossed my body.
Even when I tried to be in control, he turned me into a mess.
He kissed up my legs, pushing them further apart as he got higher. He gripped one thigh tightly with his hand. The slightest sensation of pain turned me on, and I couldn’t fathom why. I didn’t care. I wanted more of him. His skin was hot against mine, and I wondered what it would be like to straddle him and have his skin against my inner thighs as I rode him.
That we were in a boardroom, and anyone could come down the corridor and see us barely registered in my head. I wanted any part of him that he would give me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for years. Every time I considered it, I knew it would be the stupidest decision I ever made,” he said before swapping to my other leg and caressing it with his lips. As soon as he got to my pussy, I knew I wouldn’t be able to make coherent words, let alone sentences.
“Why now?” I whimpered as his kisses climbed higher.
“I couldn’t think of anything else. I didn’t even need to be here today, but I had to see you. Thank fuck for broken air conditioning.”
It wasn’t the sexiest line I’d ever heard, but the way he said fuck before sucking hard on my clit made me wobble so hard he had to grab my hips to stop me from falling. With a flat tongue, he licked up my pussy in one stroke. I managed to look down for the briefest moment. He looked back at me, his lips wet from my juices.
The most powerful man I’d ever met was on his knees and bringing me pleasure that went beyond every fantasy. His tongue was rough against my pussy. My body shook as he feasted on me. His fingers gripped me tightly as he licked and sucked. I held my cries in, but I desperately wanted to scream his name.
With the tip of his tongue, he made circles across my clit before he pushed it inside me. I bit my finger to stop the shouts that were desperately trying to flee my mouth. His tongue continued to thrust inside me. My body shook, and I closed my eyes, revelling in every sensation. I rocked against his mouth as he continued to push his tongue inside me, relentlessly giving me something I’d been missing on my own.
“Fucking hell, you’re the sexiest and sassiest woman,” he said suddenly as he pulled away and sat back on his heels. Even the slightest touch he gave me was enough to make the wetness touch my thighs. Occasionally he lent forward to run his knuckles between my thighs or give me a playful lick. “Play with yourself for me.”
I reached down and slid my fingertip across my clit. It was wetter than I expected, but I had enough friction to bring the familiar arousal that my touch gave me. He watched with a satisfied smile on his face. I slid a finger inside me, but it wasn’t enough because I wanted him.
My brow furrowed as I tried to get the release I desperately needed. It was like there was a raging battle in front of me, and I couldn’t win; however hard I tried.
“You’re not going to cum for me?” he asked.
“I can’t,” I replied. It wasn’t a whine, but it could have been. I was desperate for an orgasm.
“How about now?” he asked as he stood up and slid two fingers inside me. He pumped me hard as I continued to rub my clit. The combination of him and I together made my arousal somersault throughout my body. The burning in my belly had transformed into a fire that nothing could put out. I squeezed my thighs to make him pump quicker and harder. “Cum for me,” he growled in my ear. “If you do it now, I’ll take you for dinner tonight and then fuck you hard on the balcony of my apartment so that everyone can see how fucking delicious you are. Cum for me.”
Stars exploded, and I came close to blacking out. I held my breath as I crossed into an earth-shattering climax. He pressed a hand over my mouth so that I could scream against him. I pushed myself into the wall as every limb clenched before releasing. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to bend me over a balcony and fuck me from behind. He kissed and sucked on my neck as I came apart against him. My body turned to jelly as my orgasm ripped through me. I panted hard as he took his hand off my mouth. His shit-eating grin made me laugh and want to punch him. Even as he sucked his fingers, the smile didn’t leave his face. Slowly I came down from my high, my energy gone and satisfaction my reward.
“Best day at work I’ve ever had,” he said with a chuckle as he smoothed my dress down. As I struggled to stand by myself, he grabbed my hip. “You okay?”
“I’m fucking awesome,” I laughed. “Best meeting I’ve had with you, but not my best day at work.”
“The day isn’t over yet, gorgeous,” he replied with a wink that made my legs tremble, much to my annoyance. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide the effect he had on me. I was now in the boss’ fan club, but I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Maybe catch you later,” I said as I walked shakily to the papers that I hadn’t remembered dropping on the floor.
He grabbed me and kissed me hard on the mouth, making me quiver again. “I’ll pick you up at five.” There was a hint of a question. Maybe he wasn’t as self-assured as he appeared. I kissed him back just as fierce and walked him back towards the wall. We made out like teenagers. I grabbed and pulled at his shirt as his hands kneaded my bum beneath my dress. His chino covered erection rubbed against my pussy, and at the friction, I ground myself against him.
I leant back breathless. “If you insist, lovely,” I replied before giving him one last peck and leaving the room, my papers forgotten.