In the Dark (8 page)

**Kelly**

On the drive to work, my skin tingles, and not just from our early morning love-making. When he’d whispered his instructions in my ear, I was surprised. Now, I’m excited. I’ve already done the first two on his list. Only one remains – be in his office at exactly five past one. I’ll just give him my lunch hour, taking it at one instead of twelve. I crossed a few things off my own list, stopping at the Pharmacy, and making an appointment with my gynecologist. With all the sex I’m having, I need to get back on the pill.

I spend the morning watching the clock. What’s going to happen in his office? Why did he ask me to do those things?
This man is going to drive me crazy!

When one pm finally arrives, I begin making my way upstairs. Martha isn’t at her desk, so I take a deep breath, and knock on his door.

“Enter,” his deep voice comes from inside.

Opening the door, I step in, and find him sitting behind his desk.

“Punctual. I like that. Lock the door, Kelly.”

I swallow hard at the authority in his voice as I close the door and turn the lock. When I face him, he’s wearing an amused smile.

“What’s with the skirt?” he asks, his lip twitching.

“You know exactly what’s with the skirt,” I answer, looking down at my below-the-knee pencil skirt.

“Please, sit.” He chuckles.

He tries to hide his smile when I cross my legs at the ankles.

“Well,” he clears his throat, “as you know, Walter is retiring. As we do with all retirees, the company will be throwing him a farewell party. I want you to work with Martha to plan the event.”

Huh? This is why he called me here?
Disappointment doesn’t even come close to what I feel.
He’s just a tease.

“You seem disappointed, Miss Black.”

“No. I appreciate the opportunity, s
ir
.” I meet his stare, hoping the last word will get a reaction out of him.

He raises a brow, stands, and slowly shrugs out of his jacket.
Now we’re talking.

As he moves, he removes his cuff links, and then perches on the edge of the desk, rolling up his sleeves.

“Have you done what I told you?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I ask.

“Stand up and turn around.”

I do as he says, my body already responding. My chest heaves as I feel him moving closer. Pressing against my back, he places his hands on my hips, and nuzzles my ear.

“I’ve never had sex in my office,” he mumbles.

“Is that why I’m here?”

“Maybe.”

He grabs my skirt on both sides, and slowly inches the material up.

Oh, God!
I wish he would hurry because I’m already soaking wet. Once the skirt is bunched above my hips, his hand skates across my ass. I lean into him, delighted at the erection I find.

“No underwear,” he states.

“Per your instruction.”

He reaches around me, stroking my mound with feather light touches.

“Very good, Kelly. You shaved it all off.”

“Again, as you instructed,” I manage to get out through heavy breaths.

His fingers begin to move in circles on the spot just above my clit. He snakes his other hand into my top and under my bra, gently pinching my nipple. My body shudders.

“Now I know why Walter keeps raving about you,” he says in a low, seductive voice. “You follow instructions well.”

“Goes with the job,” I reply breathlessly.

Finally, he moves to my throbbing clit. I moan, feeling my juices trickling down the insides of my thighs.

“I don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” he whispers against my ear. “I can’t even concentrate on my work.”

Removing his hand from my bra, he begins to slowly unbutton my top, placing soft kisses on my neck.

“All day, I think about all the things I could do to you.” He unhooks the front clasp of my bra, and I gasp as my breasts spill out. Twirling my nipple between his fingers, he continues, “All the different ways I can make you scream my name.” I whimper, clenching my muscles as he plunges a finger inside me. “I think about how wet you get for me…the sounds you make…the look in your eyes when you come.”

The pleasure is coming at me from all angles. I know it won’t be long before he makes me come. Especially if he keeps tweaking my nipple. With his finger still inside me, he presses his palm to my mound, and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Keep it. I love the way my pussy feels like this.”

Fuck!
His words echo through my body, and I clamp my hand over her mouth to muffle my scream as I come. He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly against him. I didn’t hear him wrong. He said ‘my pussy’. Rick McAllister is staking his claim on me. If I wasn’t weak in the knees, I’d do my happy dance. He bends me over the chair, and I hear the zipper on his pants go down.

“We don’t have much time. Martha will be back soon.”

“So what are you waiting for?” I ask.

“Insubordination will not be tolerated,” he growls, smacking my ass.

Ooh!
I giggle, pressing into him.

“I’m not using a condom, Kelly.”

“Okay.” I was with Devin for a year and I never let him off the hook. Why am I having unprotected sex with Rick after only a few days?
Because it’s Rick
.

He lets out a soft moan when he slides inside me. I position my knee on the chair, and push against him once more, clenching around his cock.

“God, Kelly…”

I whimper as he begins to move. Whenever he’s inside me, I feel complete. I feel like my pussy was made for him, and the space is his to fill. I whisper his name as he thrusts deep inside me, grabbing my hips. His fingers dig into my flesh as he begins to move in earnest. I can’t believe the level of pleasure I’m feeling is even possible. I want to scream his name without fear or consequence, but I keep my voice at a whisper.

“Fuck me.”

He pulls out of me and I groan in protest.

“Come.”

I turn to face him, and he leads me to his desk. Stepping between my legs, he lifts me onto the flat surface.

“I want to see your eyes when you come,” he explains.

I gasp as he enters me again. Wrapping my legs around him, I slide my fingers to the back of his neck. Intense blue eyes stare at me as our bodies collide, my pussy quivering with each thrust.

“Come for me, Kelly. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

Oh, fuck!
I contract my muscles, squeezing him. He moans, fucking me harder, faster. I stare up at him, lips parted, and brows knitted in ecstasy. I’m at the point where I can’t even make a sound. My body freezes, and I grip his shoulders as my muscles clench wildly around him.

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

“Rick!”

“Oh, shit!

He goes still, and I feel his cock pulsing inside me. Breathing heavily, he places his forehead on mine.

“
Damn,
” he mumbles.

“Rick…”

I press my lips to his in a soft kiss. He reciprocates, placing gentle, lingering kisses on mine. My heart can’t handle all this tenderness. If I wasn’t already in love with him, I’d be in big trouble. What am I saying? I’m so far up shit creek, there’s no hope for salvation. If he never returns my affections, I’ll be annihilated. When he pulls out of me, he fishes a handkerchief from his pocket and cleans me up. I slide off the table, and attempt to correct my disheveled state, while he does the same.

Stepping up behind me, he pushes against me, and whispers in my ear. “I have something for you.”

“What is it?” I ask as he holds his fist in front of my face.

He opens his hand and his gift falls from his grasp, suspended by one of his fingers.

“It’s beautiful, Rick!” I gasp, touching the gold butterfly pendant that hangs from a gold necklace. As he works on the clasp, I move my hair to the side so he can put it on.

“Matches the one you have right…” he trails his fingers along my hip, “here.”

“Thank you. I love it.”

“One more thing…”

I turn to face him, eyes wide in anticipation. “What is it?”

He tosses an object in the air, and catches it before presenting it to me. Confused, I glance from the egg-shaped device to him, and back. Then it clicks. A vibrator. No…it can’t be. I don’t see any way to turn it on.

“Why would I need that?” I ask.

“Keep it inside you until I tell you to remove it.”

My muscles clench. Holy fuck, I’m loving this side of him. “Why don’t you put it in?”

With a smirk, he moves toward me. “Sit.”

Hiking up my skirt, I do as I’m told. He kneels before me, and grabs my ankle, slowly, lifting my leg and keeping it above his head. I moan when he leans forward, and trails his tongue along my lips and up to my clit. Then, I watch as he gently inserts the vibrator, along with two of his fingers. He pulls them out, and holding my stare, places them in his mouth.

Holy. Fucking. Shit!

Licking his fingers, he releases my leg, and rises to his feet.

“You’ll need these.” He removes a pair of panties from his pocket, and hands them to me.

“Where’d you get this?” I ask.

“I had a very interesting shopping trip this morning.”

He watches as I put them on, and then he’s all business again. “Good day, Miss Black.”

“Good day, sir.”

**Rick**

I watch her leave my office. A few days. I’ve known her a few days and she’s already wormed her way into my life. She excites me to a degree I’ve never experienced before, and now I can’t imagine a life with anything less. She has me breaking all the rules I put in place to assure control, and I don’t care. I was always an independent child. When I left college, and was finally able to make my own decisions, I made a resolution to always maintain control over my life and immediate surroundings. I was doing just fine until now. What I don’t understand is my need to control
her
. This compulsion has never included people, especially women. Maybe it isn’t control. I want to possess her. I
need
to possess her.

The way I’ve been acting, she probably thinks I’m a sexual deviant. What’s interesting is that she seems to be enjoying my behavior. This woman is surprising me at every turn. My feelings for her surprise me even more. I don’t know exactly what it is but I’m feeling
something
after years of absolutely nothing. With a heavy sigh, I try to get back to work. I groan as I glance at the chair I just had her bent over, and the spot on the desk where she sat. This day is going to be hard. Extremely hard…in more ways than one.

**Kelly**

As I make my way back to my desk, the little object inside me rubs against my walls. It feels good. I wonder how long he wants me to keep it in. There’s no way I can go through the rest of the day with it because I’d be too frustrated. I try my best to restrict my movements, doing well until around four o’ clock. I almost fall out of my chair when the damn thing starts vibrating.

Oh, shit!
I press my thighs together, looking around nervously. Here comes Rick strolling in, his hands in his pockets, and a mischievous grin on his face.

“Miss Black, are you okay?” he asks, tipping his head to the side.

Damn you, Rick!
“Y-yes, s-sir,” I stammer.

“Are you sure?” He removes a hand from his pocket, and reveals a small remote control, waving it at me.

Oh, God. No!
I shoot him a pleading look and his smile only grows wider. Walter’s door opens and the vibrating stops.
Thank you, Walter!

“Come on in, Rick!” Walter greets him.

“Kelly, bring us some coffee, will you?” Rick says, giving me a calculating smirk only I can see.

“Yes, sir,” I answer, trying to hide my apprehension.

As soon as the door closes behind them, the vibrating starts again.

Fuck! What’s he trying to do to me?
My legs begin to shake, and my breathing becomes heavy. The thing is small but it packs quite a punch. God, I hope no one comes in here.

I walk gingerly over to the coffee stand, and attempt to steady my hands. The first cup I try to pour spills.
Shit!
I quickly clean it up and try again. My legs begin to wobble. I grab the table and grit my teeth, determined not to break down. I’ll show him I can handle anything he throws at me. I finally manage to pour the coffee, and load them on a tray, along with cream and sugar.

Picking up the tray, I pray for divine assistance, and slowly make my way to the door. I knock with a trembling hand. The vibrating stops. I take a deep breath, and step inside, fixing a smile on my lips. After placing the tray on the desk, I turn to Rick.

“I don’t know how you take it, sir, so I brought both cream and sugar.”

“Thank you, Kelly.” He dismisses me with a nod.

How can he be so calm when he knows the agony he’s inflicting on me? I dread leaving the office but I can’t exactly stay so I slowly walk back to my desk.

As soon as I close the door, he turns the vibrator back on. I quickly take my seat, trying to prevent myself from toppling over. I feel my orgasm creeping up. That’s when the vibrating intensifies. I’m trembling, not only from the pleasure, but from my efforts to control myself. My knuckles turn white from gripping the edges of my desk. It takes everything in me to hold back a scream as I come, my body shuddering. Within seconds, the vibrating stops.
How the hell does he know?

He walks out of Walter’s office a few minutes later, closing the door behind him. As he approaches me, he inhales deeply. With a satisfied smile, he leans over my desk.

“You came. I can smell you.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply through clenched teeth.

His smile turns into a grin, and he nods. “You may remove it now.”

He whistles a tune as he walks away. Jumping out of my chair, I hurry to the bathroom and remove the vibrator, then clean up as best as I can. If he can smell the sex on me, so can others. I return to my desk with a smile.
Kinky little bastard.