His Secret Desire (3 page)

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“Why do you think I’m such an...” he said, pausing for an agonizingly long moment to breathe in, “arrogant prick?”

The reason he brought me up here hung in the air like a deadly noose for me to walk up to and hang myself with. My ribcage cried out the pain my heart was inflicting against it with every panicked beat. Breathe. This will be over soon.

“Before today, I had never even seen you. Practically none of the employees have seen you in person. You own this company and all these people’s lives depend on you and you are too good to even grace them with your presence once.”

As the words came out of me, I could feel my anxiety and fear giving way to anger. I was done for, sure, but I was going to tell this rich-boy my true feelings. I would tell him off in a way everyone in his life was too scared to. I would be a bitter memory of his one day. The bitch who refused to beg for her job.

“It must be easy for a man who has so much to be arrogant. A man whose dad left him not only an inheritance, but an entire company! How could such a man possibly understand what it’s like to struggle? What it’s like to fear that one day you might not have a job. You were born the son of a king. How could you not be arrogant?”

Strauss stood up from behind his desk. He walked up to me and stood a foot before me. My words still lingered in the air; he had said nothing in reply. I felt my anger swell even more when I thought he was trying to intimidate me. Then my eyes fell to his crotch and my anger was gone. Through his pants I could see he had an erection. It stood out against his legs, a figure of everything that I had yearned for since our encounter at lunch.

I flustered. “Oh, I’m uh. I know I must have...I know my job is lost, right?” I asked stupidly. My thoughts were draining out of me as I drank in the sight of his hard penis so close to me. I rose up and kicked the chair back clumsily. “I’m sorry, I should go.”

I turned around to flee. The confusion had struck me like a slap across the face when I saw he was hard. But as I muttered more apologies and tried to leave, his hand grabbed my arm firmly and swung me around. Our eyes met and I knew that I was his. He pulled me to him swiftly and our lips joined, teeth pressing against the inside of my mouth. His tongue slipped inside my mouth against mine and my knees gave way.

I was limp in his arms, wrapped in his strength. Yet I did not fall a single inch. He held me firm and pulled me closer. I could feel his cock against me. Its warmth radiating out of his jeans. I wanted him inside my mouth, inside me. I wanted to feel him slide in and out. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste his orgasm as it wracked through his body in ecstatic convulsions. I wanted. The want filled me with an emptiness only he could fill.

He stood back from me, his eyes a magnet from which I could not turn away. His hands ran through my hair and wrapped around it. He pulled it and I felt my head go back as I fell to my knees, now an inch away from him. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock so close, despite it still being behind cloth.

“Look at me,” he said, the authority of his voice making me quiver. “Always.”

My hands worked on his pants quickly and tore through the zipper and button. They dropped away and the extension of his perfect cock stood before me. My mouth opened and I felt his hands push on the back of my head as he slid down my throat. I worked my tongue on his shaft slowly, feeling every inch of him as he pushed me further, much further than I thought I could possibly go. He held me like that, him deep in my throat, my eyes cast up towards his. His face remained calm. His blue eyes tore through every particle of me as he began to slide out of my throat.

Again and again I drank him in as deep as it could go, and each time it seemed he plunged deeper into my throat. I could feel my panties soaked with the want of him entering me. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I licked the head slowly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. All thought was gone. Only this moment existed.

I felt myself float up. I was on my feet again. Strauss’s hand shot up and grabbed my face firmly.

“Now close your eyes,” he commanded. There was no choice. Darkness swam over my vision and his hand released my face. “Strip. Slowly.”

I took off every piece of clothing so slowly I felt tormented. I wanted him quickly inside of me. The passion of our tryst heightened by the sheer force of the moment. With my eyes closed, I peeled off layer after layer and yet no doubt or restraint entered my thoughts. I needed him to fuck me. The words cried out in my mind. More than anything, I wanted him to fuck me.

The room spun. He had turned me around. The cold desk greeted my face as he pushed me over. Sharp needles of pain spread across my face as I cried out from surprise. His hand slid up between my legs and I cried out in approval. His other hand wrapped against both of my arms and pulled them back. I was restrained. I was his. He had complete control over me.

A finger slid inside me. The sensation rocked through my whole body. I could feel him in every particle of my being. I clenched my ass muscles as he slid deeper. His finger caressed my asshole as another slid over my clitoris. My eyes closed so tightly that I was beginning to see stars and I let out a moan. His hand immediately slid out of me and I was left with the lingering feeling of his touch.

Then I felt the head of his cock against my pussy. It rubbed slowly. I started to push back, unashamed at wanting him to take me completely when the hand holding my arms stopped me. This was to be on his terms. He squeezed my arms to scold me while his other hand found its way back to my hair, pulling it tight. My eyes closed, face pressed against the desk, he was slowly sliding into me.

Inch by inch, it seemed to take hours. No pulling outward, it was always going in. His cock pushed further into me and every cry I stifled was followed with another that tried to escape. As I felt his legs press against mine, I could feel an orgasm rising in me. I tried to fight it, how, I didn’t know, and then his hand pulled my hair hard again. There was no stopping it. I was going to come.

Totally wrapped in his dominance, it exploded out of me. My whole body spasmed in orgasmic ecstasy. Waves of climatic shocks tore through every muscle fiber and my cries escaped me without restraint. I moaned loudly, my eyes shut so hard that it was painful. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. Never had one come so quickly and with so much force. Every hair stood on its end. Goosebumps spread across every inch of my flesh. I cried out his name.

The orgasm flowed out of me and I was left in its wake, Strauss still inside of me. I was silent. I could hear him breathing heavily. He must have come with me because I could feel it dripping out of me when he pulled out slowly. His hands would not release me until he was fully out of me. When we had separated, another small moan escaped me, this one decrying his departure.

“Do not open your eyes yet. Do not move,” he said.

Hours passed. Days passed. The sun exploded and the universe itself ended in a cataclysmic flash. He finally laid a caressing hand against my firm ass cheeks and rubbed them gently, his finger sliding in between them to touch my asshole.

“Get dressed. You may open your eyes now.”

I turned around, naked and exposed. He was fully dressed again, composed perfectly as he was before. I dressed quickly, averting my eyes from his. I had never experienced anything remotely like what had just happened. Confusion now arose over the dissipating feelings of satisfaction and fulfillment. He had just totally dominated me in a sexual way. How had that happened? And how had it felt so right?

In a daze, I rushed out of his office and the security guard was waiting with the elevator door opened, as if expecting me. The secretary did not look up.

I hurried out of the building as quickly as I could without looking like I was hurrying. I didn’t return to my desk; I doubted that I would ever return to my desk. A reverberating feeling of Strauss’ touch hung on my skin, spreading in waves with every step. It was though my body hadn’t left his office, yet my mind was fleeing the scene. The thought that I should pinch myself struck me as almost absurd and I fought the urge to laugh.

What had just happened?

Chapter Three

I made it back to my apartment in a daze. When I opened the door, I stopped to try to remember how I had even gotten home. I sat down in my kitchen. Should I make coffee? Isn’t that what people normally do when they try to collect their thoughts after something major has occurred? I thought of showering, but somehow I didn’t want to wash off the memory of what happened, at least not yet. I settled for a glass of wine from a bottle I had opened the previous night. The sun was still out, but falling fast.

Strauss hadn’t fired me. Yet. The more that the idea of being fired by the man that I had so willingly gave myself up to sexually turned over in my head, the more I welcomed it. If he fired me, it would save me having to quit. Hopefully, he would have my boss fire me and have it be done with. The heat of the moment had worn off now and I was left with the reality of what had just happened. I had slept with the CEO of my company the very same afternoon I had met him!

I couldn’t continue to work there. It would just be too humiliating.

I would go in tomorrow and collect my things. I’d go to my desk and try to hold my head up as high as possible, above my shame, as I placed my few items in a cardboard box. As much as I didn’t want to see Alexander out of embarrassment, I felt something much deeper. Even if he personally fired me to my face, I would have a chance to actually see him before me. In the flesh. This man who I had let take me, who I had stepped outside of myself and become his submissive partner, still dominated my thoughts. As much as I wanted the thought of him gone, I needed the sight of him again.

I showered. I ate a small dinner. I watched television and couldn’t pay attention. No distraction was capable of taking my mind off of what had happened in Strauss’s office. I felt like I had betrayed my own integrity. I had acted like a whore, that nasty word that only a woman can truly know its full scorn. I had let a man dominate me. And like a criminal fleeing the scene of a crime, I ran.

But it had felt good. Really good. Amazing, in fact. As I got ready for bed, I studied my naked body in the mirror. My skin radiated. The figure in the mirror that I had scrutinized every day of my life looked better than it ever had. Even my hair looked better. Wrinkles in my face seemed to lessen. The mirror was showing a young woman who was alive. I laid myself down on the bed, still naked, entranced with the feeling of life.

I followed my breath slowly, feeling it rise and fall in my chest. One hand rested on my chest as the other slid between my legs.

I closed my eyes. Alexander Strauss filled my vision. His face, radiant and strong, close to mine. I slipped away from the bed and I was back in his office. The feeling of his lips on mine as my hand rubbed between my legs. My hand became his hand, and it was Strauss moving up and down on my pussy. His fingers working in slowly on the spot that made my stomach clench with delight. I imagined the feel of his hard cock in my hand. I moved up and down on him and he stared into my eyes.

I tossed in my bed and Strauss moved with me, sliding inside of me now. His hand moved in and out, slowly but forcefully. I could hear him whispering commands into my ear.

“Come for me,” Strauss said dreamily.

An orgasm was rising up inside of me. An echo of the earth shattering scream of pleasure that my body had emitted earlier. A ripple of a wave after a tsunami of passion. I breathed in the memory of the way his skin smelled under my nose. My mouth opened and I moaned in want of him to fill my mouth yet again. I begged to my empty room for him to do what he wanted with me. Please, I needed him in me again. I wanted him to hold my arms back. I wanted him to pull my hair back. I wanted him to press his thumb against my asshole, the pressure an indication of things to come.

“Come. Now,” the memory of Strauss said forcefully. It was a voice that would not be defied.

My eyes squeezed harder, the recreated vision of Strauss rippling as I came. I cried out and bit on my pillow. Even finishing myself off just to the thought of him made me come harder than any other time I had pleasured myself. It was as though the memory of him was enough to fill me with sexual desire. I breathed in rapidly, the orgasm slowly slipping away. Sex was life. I was filled with the undying hunger for it now.

Sleep crawled over the room and everything faded away. Wrapped in my sheets, I welcomed the release of my consciousness. The world slipped down the drain and the last thing I remembered was Strauss’s blue eyes drinking me up.

***

The alarm on my phone screamed at me with loud rings as it vibrated against the bedside table. My eyes opened wearily to look at the clock. A moment of panic filled me when I realized I was already late for work. The memory of the previous day’s events came back to me in a flash and the panic at being late subsided. It doesn’t matter anyway.

I got dressed in casual clothes, no use getting into my usual work attire today. My stomach felt like it was turning over endlessly inside of me. On my way into work I managed to drink some coffee that tasted like it had been burnt not just once but twice for good measure. With acrid coffee churning in my already upset stomach, I reached the building that I was about to enter for the last time.

I walked to my desk, the center of attention. All eyes were on me. I felt immediately self-conscious about my street clothes and tried in vain to pull down my shirt that I wish were longer for no apparent reason. Maybe it’s because my jeans were a little too tight around my waist and I felt eyes canvassing my legs. Fuck it, I thought, at least I’ve got legs worth staring at. When I got to my desk, any feelings that my attire was drawing the attention dissipated like a puff of smoke in a windstorm.

A note stared at me like a villain. Commanding my attention. My heart slammed in my chest. My mouth hung open. I picked up the note and read it slowly.