His Secret Desire - Part 1 (An Erotic Romance Serial Novel) (3 page)

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?

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 get 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.
Come to my office as soon as you read this. We
have something to discuss. - Alex
“Samantha! I’ve been trying to get ahold of
you since yesterday! Your phone’s been off. What happened at your meeting with
Strauss?” It was Emily’s voice coming from behind me. I didn’t even hear her
come up on me as I reread the note over and over. Her face was wrinkled with
worry. She was genuinely worried about me.
“I...Um...” I said, tripping over my words
before I found the right ones. “Nothing happened.” My face blushed and betrayed
me again.
“Wait a second, did something happen?” Emily
asks, her voice falling to a low whisper as she leaned in closer to me. A
feigned look of concern covered a wry smile.
“You totally fucked him, didn’t you!” Emily
whispered. It wasn’t a question.
Another pang of shock filled my veins and
flashed across my face. How could Emily have known so quickly that we had sex?
I looked around at my co-workers eyeing us like hungry vultures. Luckily,
Emily’s voice was barely audible even to me. She was good at whispering.
“Why would you think that?” I asked
reproachfully.
“Mr. Strauss actually came down to the floor
and spoke with some of the employees. Samantha, he has never spoken to any of
the temps before, let alone come down to the temp offices! It seems kinda weird
that you get called up into his office yesterday, leave immediately afterwards
without even talking to me or anybody else, and then suddenly today he’s
strolling around the temp offices schmoozing with the employees? Don’t you
think that’s a little odd?” Emily asked, lowering her voice further.
“I don’t know, Emily. There’s a first for
everything, right?”
“And now you’re coming in here, late, and
wearing that!” Emily said, her hands motioning towards my outfit.
Shame came upon me quickly. Emily knew that
something improper had happened. Did everybody know? God, would I leave an
infamous tale of a temp who fucked the boss and then got the boot? A no-named
harlot who would be one more notch on the CEO’s belt?
“Forget my clothes. What did he say to all of
you guys?” I asked.
“I mean, he didn’t speak to every single one
of us.” Emily crossed her arms as if insulted. Strauss obviously hadn’t talked
to her, yet he must have remembered her from yesterday. “He basically asked
everyone about their daily jobs. Asked them if they were happy here. If there
was anything he could do for them. He even made some comments about the
pictures in people’s cubicles. Honestly, it sort of scared the shit out of
everyone. People have been talking about it nonstop like he came down here to
console us before he wiped us all out or eliminated the department or
something.”
I recalled talking to Strauss yesterday,
calling him arrogant. My words rang out in my head. 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. I remembered how I had put so much venom in those
words. I had wanted them to break skin.
Alexander Strauss, the recluse CEO, had never
talked to any of these employees. Now, he had come down to my department and
had talked to them like they were real people. Through the panic of the moment,
the sheer surreality of it, was the thought that his coming down here was
sweet. He had listened. Not only that, he had acted upon what I said.
I looked at the note again. There was a number
on the bottom.
“Emily, look, I’ll tell you everything.
Promise. But not right now, ok? I have to make a call. A private call,” I said.
“Fine, but as soon as you can, you better tell
me everything,” Emily said. I could tell she pushed away her annoyance at being
kept in the dark. I inwardly praised her restraint as she walked away.
I dialed the number. After one ring a husky
voice picked up. “Go to the elevator and wait, Miss Dubois. I’ll be down in one
minute.” It was the same security guard from yesterday.
A minute later, I entered the elevator door
with the security guard waiting. He nodded at me as the elevator ascended. Once
again, he entered a set of numbers into the keypad. I was too nervous to move.
Too nervous to sweat. The elevator doors opened to Alexander Strauss’s floor
and the secretary did not look up. The doors to his office stood open.
I will have self-control, I thought, I
promise. I will not have sex with Alexander Strauss again. With that thought
reverberating in my head, I walked into his office.
The doors closed behind me. I looked around
the office and saw Alex sitting on his desk. He motioned for me to sit in a
chair that was in front of his desk. I walked over to the chair and stood
before him, silent. I was not going to sit. I was going to quit. Simple words
would flow from me. Strong words. I was done with this job. I would not
apologize. I could feel my defiance holding me up, filling me with strength.
“Here,” Alex said, holding out some papers to
me before I could utter so much as a single word. He was smiling.
“What is this?” I asked. His smile defied my
anger, which was all over me like red paint. When I studied his face, I did not
see any sense of triumph that he was about to fire me. It was a friendly smile.
Small, barely a shadow of a smile, but friendly nonetheless.
“Your talents are wasted in your current
position. I want to offer you a new job.”
I looked down at the paper. My eyes scanned
the document and realized what he was saying was true. I was speechless. Then I
saw the salary he was offering me. My eyes widened and my jaw hung open.
“Why?” I asked. It was all I could think to
ask. None of this made sense.
“There is something special about you.
Yesterday, you were honest with me. Brutally so. Your ability to be truthful is
a powerful asset to me. When you told me about the rumors surrounding me, that
was incredibly valuable, whether you recognize that yet or not. I need someone
by my side who will not bullshit me,” Alex said.
“What... what am I expected to do for this
position?” I asked, my mouth dry. The contract before me had only a vague title
of “executive assistant” with precious little description of my job duties.
“You are expected to do whatever I request.”
Alex stood up and walked over to where I sat.
He walked behind me. I felt his hand slide through the back of my hair ever so
slightly, barely touching it. I closed my eyes at the faintest hint of his
touch.
“And what do you mean by that?” I asked. My
defiance was gone. I was feeling something unexpected. I was excited. I
struggled to steady my voice, still confused through the excitement.
“I am quite demanding. That much you said of
me is very true. I have high expectations of the people around me. That will
extend to you,” He said. He walked around to my side, inches away from me. His
hand pushed the hair back around my ear slowly, caressing the skin. I could see
his figure in my peripheral. I could smell his cologne.  “To what happened
between us yesterday.”
“What?” I asked breathlessly. It had remained
unspoken until now. Until now, I had almost thought it hadn’t even happened,
like I had dreamed the entire thing. Now it was real. He was offering me a job
as his assistant for an astronomically high salary. An assistant who would also
be his concubine.
“You will be submissive to my sexual desires,
Samantha. That is part of this.” His hand moved under my chin, moved my face up.
His eyes burned into mine.
“What makes you think I would ever accept a
proposal like this? That I would be...” I trailed off, unable to finish the
sentence. Unable to say it aloud. Whore, I thought, he wants me to be his
whore. His eyes seemed to incapacitate me. It was hard to speak against the
torrent of his stare.
“I believe you enjoyed the sex we had
yesterday. You have been thinking about it since you left my office. You ate
food without tasting it. Watched television without seeing it. Nothing compared
to our moment we shared. It was new,” He said, licking his lips very slowly as
he spoke. “Giving in to your desire, that carnal urge crying out to be fed,
that is something very new for you, isn’t it?”
I said nothing. I thought of the previous night
in my apartment, stuck in a daze. Nothing had seemed real compared to the
memory of the sex in the office. My eyes fell to his crotch, searching for that
hard object that had filled me so completely for a brief moment of ecstasy
yesterday. I lifted my head up, trying to shake off the echo of the lust that
had swallowed me yesterday.
“Fucking my boss is something new for me,” I
said. I welled up my anger. Channeled it from before.
He let out a small laugh. “Titles are
meaningless when it comes to sex. Simply because I am the boss doesn’t mean
anything when you submitted to me as you did yesterday. In that moment, I could
have been a janitor or an artist or teacher. It was only important that I was
dominant. My position in the company, my status in this world only provided the
opportunity for that moment to happen. You allowed it to happen.”
I thought of my arms behind my back. His hard
cock sliding in and out of me. Biting my lips.
“If you had wanted to walk out, you could have
done so easily. If you want to walk out right now, you could do so just as
easily. But you don’t. Why?” Strauss asked. He stood before me again, his leg
touching mine.
“I stay because I want to,” I confessed. It
was the truth. I could think of nowhere else I would want to be.
“Yesterday, you and I filled two needs that
previously went unfulfilled. So quickly you fell into my rhythm.  Your
eyes closed, heeding every demand of mine, you felt complete. As if when I was
inside of you, nothing was missing. Your thoughts fell away and there was only
the moment of us together,” Alex said. He paused as he leaned his face in close
to mine. His hand wrapped around the back of my hair and his lips pressed
against my cheek. My eyes closed and I could hear him breathing me in.
He broke away and leaned against his desk, a
few feet away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at him, trying to keep my
face a blank canvass of no emotion.
“Before the sex, you showed yourself to be
courageous. You told the CEO of the corporation you worked for exactly how you
felt. There was no shame to what you said. No fear in your words. I can see you
are intelligent. Given the right opportunity, you could accomplish much. You
can help me. The drive in you radiates from you. Your hunger to accomplish, to
create, is so apparent it’s as though you wear it like a piece of clothing. It
only took someone like me to look for it.”
“Yet you want me also because I can be your
whore?” I asked coldly.
“Don’t reject your sexuality. This is not
about buying sex. Your sexual need is infused with mine now. We are two sides
of the same coin. Because we complete a duality of submission and dominance, it
binds us in a powerful way. Harnessed in the right way, that makes for a
powerful tool in this business,” Strauss said.
“You are always free to leave,” he said.
I looked down at the contract. Even the
salary, so high that it defied belief, seemed to fade away in light of what
Strauss had said. I looked up to see Strauss walk back to his desk and sit
down. He had described something that I could only hint at. Something that felt
right. My immediate assessment was that he wanted me as some sort of sexual
servant, some call-girl in the building. But this man was rich beyond measure.
He could have dozens if he so wanted. Yet he had articulated a bond between
each other. Something formed yesterday. Here was the opportunity to explore
that.
“What if I don’t accept?” I challenged.
“Then why are you still here?” Strauss asked.
I reached for a pen that was positioned
strategically on his desk before me. He must have known I was going to agree
before I walked in the door. Reading the contract carefully, I reached the end.
The line where I was to sign stood out before me.
I stopped to think about going to back to the
temp office. About going back to the wage that I could barely live on. Worse,
about going back to a life without Alexander Strauss as my sexual partner. A
life without his demands to be met. To be submitted to. I thought about never
feeling his touch against my skin. If I turned and walked out, I would walk out
on the possibility of a life I could never have dreamed of.