Late Nights
Tasha looked at the tiny clock on her flat screen monitor and groaned. It was nearing eight at night and she was no where near where she needed to be. It was typical, however. Every time she thought she was through with a reconciliation, she always found something else to fix. She debated giving up and going home, but that would only cause her work to pile up further. She aimlessly shuffled through a hand of spider solitaire before returning to her frustrations. She just needed the break.
The office hall was dark, meaning she was the only one there. It was late, to damn late and she had a test in the morning she needed to study for. Her frustrations mounted as she tried to discern the thirty thousand dollar discrepancy. She was concentrating so hard she nearly came out of her skin when she was interrupted by a familiar voice.
'Still here?'
It was Evan with his usual cocky expression, the little shit. She tried to cover up her 'what the fuck' glare with a half smile, but obviously failed from the way his gaze shifted to the floor.
'I take it things aren't going well.'
Oh, this was so not the time for him to pay her a visit. She actually liked him, but he had a way of making you feel like a little kid no matter how well you knew your stuff. She supposed he had some what of a right. He was, after all, nearly ten years her senior and had been doing this stuff since he was knee high to a grasshopper. He didnt look a day over 20, however, and held no CPA. It irked her she still had to go to him for advice.
She took a deep breath knowing the acid thoughts she suddenly had towards him were only brought on by her own frustrations: work and loneliness. She let her shoulders drop and looked down with resignation before answering him.
'No.' She looked up at him with a frown. 'I have to balance this GL account before I leave, and I cant figure out why I'm off. Its an exact number, it should just jump out at me.' She gave him a half smile then, 'Those damn reports of your's are actually making me do my job.'
He laughed. She could be witty sometimes. He had been studying her while she composed herself. She was passionate, something he had noticed the day he met her. He had a feeling beneath that driven exterior was a freak. He had fantasized enough about it anyway.
She had her black hair pulled back into a pony tail today. Her suit was neatly pressed and cut to fit her small waist and the gentle curves that followed from there. The top button was never buttoned on her jackets. It let a little bit of color show from the camisole beneath, but he guessed she did it more to show off than to complete the look. You would have had to be blind not to notice how much she hated the confines of 'business casual'.
He realized he'd been staring to long when he saw her eyebrows lift over her brown eyes as she asked him what he needed.
'Nothing, I just thought I would see why you were still here.'
'That's a dumb thing to wonder, Evan.' She rolled her eyes and returned her focus to the monitor on her desk. 'The real thing to wonder is why you are still here. You're out by 4pm every day. I should know I always need you two seconds after you leave.'
He laughed again. He was sure she figured it was because of her little quip. He had actually applied it to in a wholly different way.
'That's always the way it goes.' He managed to keep his tone devoid of his true intentions tonight. 'I had to come back for something, and thought I would say hi. You looked like you needed a break.'
'What I need is to go home and study for my final. But, I cant get out of finishing this either.' She continued scanning the transactions, vaguely aware of his hands rubbing together. What the hell was he still doing back there anyway? She thought to herself. He usually just came and left unless he had something to talk to her about. That wasnt likely at this time of night. She needed him to leave but, truthfully, she welcomed the company and the distraction.
Its fun to know more than anyone else in the room. It makes things less like normal human interaction and more like the relationship of a predator to its prey. That was the exact mood he needed right now, and things could not have fallen more perfectly. He knew she was wondering what he was still doing there because he usually just came in and left. Coming and going wasnt his style at all, however, something she was bound to find out in few moments.
Her heart stopped for a second time tonight as she felt the warmth and weight of his hands on her shoulders through the thin fabric of her jacket. For a brief moment she closed her eyes and lowered her head to give him better access to her neck as he rubbed her shoulders. She was so tense and the strength in his hands against the knots in her neck and shoulders was almost heaven. She tensed the very next moment.
'What are you doing?' Tasha snapped.
He removed his hands as if he had overstepped his boundaries. He smiled since she couldn't see him, but he tinted his voice with a hint of apology.
'I said you looked like you needed a break.'
She did not turn and look at him immediately. She needed to figure this out and quickly. He was, for all intents and purposes, her boss.
Fuck!
She turned around, telling herself she was over reacting to a perfectly innocent action. She narrowed her eyes a little when she saw his face. He didnt look as apologetic as he sounded.
Cocky little shit!
'Don't you think that's a little inappropriate?' She furrowed her brow, irritation tinged her voice.
He debated dragging her out of her chair and ravaging her. The surprise on her face when he tossed on the desk behind her would have been priceless. She underestimated him, of that he was sure. His blond hair, blue eyes, and boyish looks made him appear to be something he was not. Even though he had no doubt she would give into his desires long before it ever became an issue, he refrained. He was having entirely too much fun playing with his latest victim. He wiped the Cheshire cat grin out of his head and answered her politely.
'You're probably right. I should have asked first.' The ends of his mouth turned up, just shy of a smile, almost menacingly, and he made no attempt to hide it as his blue eyes drifted from hers to the rest of her body.
Her heart was in her throat. How could he possibly be making her nervous? He was shorter than her, even smaller than her. He was just a cocky little shit. She stood up, pissed, with every intention of throwing him out of her office. She simultaneously planned the sexual harassment suit she was going to slap on his rich ass as she opened her mouth to tell him to get the fuck out of her office.
Perfect! He closed the distance between them in one step. She couldn't have played more easily into his hands if he had been able to read her mind. He easily looked down on her standing a full head taller, another thing she probably never realized. He felt his pulse quicken as he watched her eyes widen when she realized she had to lift her head in an attempt to stare him down. She never had a chance.
The words died in her throat. Her breath came faster against her will. She felt her body trembling as she lifted her eyes to meet his. He was...taller. In three years she had never noticed it. She refused to let him win this little game he was playing, however. She changed her expression to unimpressed, clinched her teeth, pursed her lips, and did her best impression of 'mildly amused'.
'I would suggest leave,' she paused, her voice icy, 'now!'
'Why, when things are just starting to get interesting.' He used the same patronizing tone he often took with her when she brought him a problem she couldnt solve on her own. He loved the way it infuriated her, and how she tried to cover it up. She couldnt do anything about it then, anymore than she could do anything about it now. He let himself smile, slowly, as he studied her. She was trembling and it wasnt anger, he could smell that.
That fucking smile, it should have angered her to the point she wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp. It did just the opposite however. She felt her knees go weak. Tasha put her hand behind her to steady herself on the desk at the same time that Evan grabbed her, pulling her close and capturing that hand behind her back. Her free hand shot up between them, defensively. She tried to push him away, but he was considerably stronger than she. He put his lips close to her ear. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy.
'The only thing protesting is your mouth, Tasha.'
Oh hell, she hadnt been this hot since that damn Russian porno she found the other day. Ten more minutes of this and she'd be on her knees begging him to fuck her. But he was her boss, and, Christ, he was married. She couldn't do this, he couldn't do this to her, she had school and she needed this job.
She was stone stiff, desperately attempting to hide her current condition from him. He could have been bluffing after all. Her voice trembled though, thick with her own lust.
'What the hell are you doing? You're married and...' He cut her off as he drew his head back to lock his eyes on hers.
'And she's in London with her family, and has been for the last three months.' He was looking at her hard, demanding even. 'There's no one here that knows, no one here that even cares.' He leaned close to her ear again, whispering. 'Stop protesting and let me fuck you, Tasha.' It wasn't a request.
He felt the hand on his chest relax. It was the final nail in her coffin. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, giving him easier access to her lips. He kissed her, hard. Something he'd barely been able to keep himself from doing as he destroyed the last of her will power. This kind of submission was something he could never get from his wife.
He released the hand he held behind her and placed it on his belt buckle. She got the idea and undid his pants. As she lowered the zipper, he released their kiss and used her hair to lower her to her knees. She started to look up at him, and he yanked her hair sharply. She wasnt to make eye contact with him, and he was ecstatic when she flinched and looked away.
'Don't look up just concentrate on the task at hand.' He said in a somber tone. He had managed to keep his breath even, his tone unyielding, like any good master would.
She was shocked, he sounded so cold. She was also glad she was on her knees because she almost lost it when he said that.
He moved to lean against the desk, never letting go of her hair, as she removed his boxers revealing his cock, ready and waiting. He watched her examine it for a minute. He was pretty proud of it. He was struck again with the sudden urge to toss her on the desk and fuck the shit out of her. The surprised look on her face would probably still be priceless. He had thought about this long and hard, though, and he didn't want to spoil it. She would be begging him for it long before he completed their little tryst. He knew it without doubt, he had sensed the submissiveness in her from the beginning.
He closed his eyes and released her hair as he felt her tongue running along the underside of the shaft. He gave up his controlled exterior as her hand cupped his nuts, massaging tenderly. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she took it into her mouth, sucking gently. A moan escaped his lips and his hands, once resting easily on the edges of the desk, gripped harder as his cock slid deeply into her warm wet mouth. Her right hand gripped the bottom the shaft firmly, moving simultaneously up and down as she slipped his rock hard cock in and out of her mouth, sucking on the upstroke. He had a feeling she would be good at this and he wasn't to be disappointed.
She saw his knuckles turning white as his grip on the table strengthened. He groaned in anticipation of his impending release, and she could feel the familiar stir beneath the thin skin of his cock. His breath became ragged as she moved her lips faster up and down the engorged shaft, then she let it fall away from her kiss as he neared orgasm. She preferred to finish him off with her hand.
Before she could complete that action he grabbed a handful of hair, roughly. There was no way he was going to let her finish him like that. He guided her, somewhat unwillingly, back his cock.
'Swallow...all of it.' He was breathless and could barely get the words out aching to cum in her sweet mouth. God, please don't fight me on this!
Thankfully she didnt. A brief moment later he was caught up again in that heavenly warmth. It brought him back to the edge with shocking speed, and she took the cue from the pressure of his hand in her hair. She stopped, choosing instead to push the head to the back of her throat and suck as hard as she could. She did it more for her benefit, but it was just the trick to send him reeling over the edge. He came, hard. It had been 3 months since anyone but him had touched that spot, and he had to it admit it wasnt pretty. Poor girl, but she took every bit of it just as he had instructed her to. He let go of her and sank into the wall of the cubicle attached to the back of the desk She let him slip out of her mouth slowly, never looking up once. Oh, he could get used to this.
She sat back on her knees, unsure of what to do next. He had taken complete control of the situation, something she had often fantasized about but never experienced. Part of her didn't want it to stop; part of her was indignant as hell and wanted to slap the shit out of him for using her like that. She decided to hang on to that part. She didn't need to be there anyway.
She got up angrily and moved to leave, but not before he intercepted her. He grabbed her by the arm and pinned her against the desk with his hip.
'And where do you think you are going?' he asked with the same cold tone he had used before. She didnt move. 'I distinctly remember saying let me 'fuck you', not 'blow me'. That means we arent done here.'
Fuck it! It had been more than 6 months for her and this was better than any fantasy she could ever concoct.
'What now?'
He stepped back away from her and began removing her clothing. It was time to get a look at his prize now that he was temporarily sated. He kissed her and she returned his kiss with the same eagerness as he stripped her down to her intimates. He slipped a hand between her thighs and was delighted to find her panties perfectly soaked.
'Enjoying yourself?' he whispered as he nuzzled her neck.
She groaned as he slipped his fingers beneath the beneath the drenched fabric. Human kind couldn't make a material as soft as that. He felt her body tense as he quickened his strokes and subsequently removed his fingers. He moved both hands across her breasts, following the line of her bra to the clasp so he could remove it. He tossed it to the side and abruptly dragged her to the ground. He cupped one breast in his hand, pushing her on her back at the same time. He placed the nipple of the other breast between his teeth, running his tongue across the rapidly hardening surface. He continued as she arched her back and dug her nails in the thin carpet beneath her, driving her further to the edge without giving her a way out.
He lifted his head and now had one nipple in each hand, gently twisting and tugging them while she writhed on the floor.
'Please.'
It was one word but it excited him to no end to hear it.
'Please what?' His tone was again cold.
'Do whatever youre going to do, I cant take this anymore!' It was her turn to be breathless now, except it was more like gasps. Her whole body tingled with anticipation but there was no end to her agony.
He removed her panties and moved between her legs, placing his erect cock into position. She sighed in relief as she anticipated the ensuing gentle thrust. Instead he pushed his thumbs against the area just inside her hip bones and began to rub in circles. He just watched her as she cried out, knowing full well the intensity of the feeling he inflicted on her now.
'Oh God, please!' She gasped between cries as she tried desperately to catch her breath.
'Please what?' He had all night, after all he had already gotten part of what he came for. 'What do you want, Tasha?'
'You!' She gasped.
'To do what?' He wanted to here her proper little mouth say it.
'Um...oohhh' She dug her nails into his arms, but it didnt dissuade him.
He shifted his pattern a little and smiled as she screamed. He might as well have been stroking her clit immediately after an orgasm.
'To do what?' He reiterated and then he stopped his merciless onslaught.
She tried to catch her breath, her heart racing and the ghost of his touch still driving her mad.
'Fuck me.' she said quietly.
He repositioned himself, his cock pressing against her waiting to thrust into her. He moved his thumbs back over the area inside her hips. 'I didnt hear you.' He hissed, his own breath coming in short gasps.
'Fuck me!' She cried out, almost in tears.
He used the leverage he already had with his hands on her hips to suddenly thrust into her, deeply. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she took a sharp breath as he pushed into her. She was tighter than he thought she would be. It must have been longer than he thought. He was mildly worried he may have hurt her, but she was so damn wet it was difficult to tell.
Fuck her he did, long deep rhythmic thrusts angling himself to stimulate her clit as best he could. Within ten minutes he felt body tensing; heard her whimpers become more intense. He leaned close to her without breaking his rhythm.
'Dont you dare cum before me.' With that he quickened his tempo.
That was all she needed to push her over. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop the impending waves but to no avail. After several 'oh fucks!' she screamed as her body released.
'For shame, for shame.' He clucked through ragged breaths, then closed his eyes and thrust deeply into her. A second later he collapsed on top of her.
She laid there in shock, just looking up at the ceiling and not saying a word. He leaned up on one hand.
'Never happened before, huh?'
'No not that way. I didnt mean to...'
'That was the point.' He got up and began gathering his clothes. He took a good long look at her naked body as he did. Perfect breasts and smooth skin with a light golden tint, she must have used one of those tinting lotions. He had picked well.
'What happens now?' she queried.
'I'll see you in the morning, and we'll both be a bit less frustrated.' He bent over to put his shoes on.
She didnt know how they were going to carry on a normal work relationship after this. There were reasons why you didnt do shit like this.
'Because I told you to,' he said, anticipating her thought process. 'And you seem very good at following my instructions.'
He finished dressing and headed toward the door. He looked back at her for just a second before he left. His wife would be gone another three months. He wasnt through with her yet.
