Thirty
“ G ood morning, Nia.”
I look up from my computer just as Rome walks past my door opening in khaki brown pants and a white button-up with brown buttons. His eyes linger as he goes by, speaking to me without saying a word, and I grin as he continues out of view.
In a flash, I forget that I just got to work, because I'm instantly sent back to last night. Rome and I had the most incredible time together, and I'm not only talking about the sex. While that was unbelievable, what I cherished most was the conversations we had afterward, when sliding out of his arms would have felt like torture. Even now, there is no place I'd rather be than lying in his bed with a fire dancing in front of us while talking about life. It was our first instance of just taking our time and getting to know one another, and after one dose I'm already addicted.
So, Rome and I are together now. There are no more questions about if he wants me or if he doesn't. No more confusion about why he was acting out of sorts. Our intentions for each other have been made known, and this is it. There is an us. While I do have concerns about the fact that he was married four years ago, he assured me that he is healing and ready to be in a relationship. All I can go by is his word, so if he says he is ready to be with me, then I'm definitely ready to be with him.
Now that we’re officially together in a D/s dynamic, I wonder what today will be like. We’re at work with tons to do. I need to get started on the Golden Diamond advertising as soon as possible, and I'm sure Rome has a million other things on his to-do list, but I can't stop thinking about him, especially if he intends to keep sneaking looks at me while I'm trying to work.
“Good morning, Nia,” Jeremiah says as he enters my office carrying a small cardboard cutout. Instead of showing me what's in his hands, he sits down across from me and exhales. “I don't know about you, but I am not in the mood to be here this morning. I'm tired as hell and already in a bad mood. How are you doing?”
I lift my travel mug of coffee and take a swing. “I'm sorry you're in a bad mood. I'm tired, but my mood is okay. It’s pretty good, actually.”
“Ugh. You and your good moods first thing in the morning,” he complains with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Why are you happy? Did you finally have a successful FET hookup?”
Jeremiah laughs, convincing himself that making fun of my love life is the most hilarious thing in the world, but when he sees that I'm not laughing along with him, he slowly stops. He goes quiet as his brows draw together like magnets to metal, and he suddenly looks very suspicious of me.
“What are you not telling me?” he inquires, his eyes squinted.
I shrug. “I don't know.”
“What the hell do you mean you don't know ? Here I was getting ready to show you this mock-up for the first Golden Diamond billboard, and you're in here withholding information? Are you dating someone?”
“I don't know,” I answer again, just as my cheeks begin to heat up.
“Girl, if you say you don't know again, I don't know what I might do to you, and nobody else will know where to find your dead body. Stop playing with me. What's going on? Who are you …”
Jeremiah’s voice trails off as I look him right in the eyes, twisting my lips together. Realization slowly dawns on him, and I see the moment the bulb over his head lights up.
“No way,” he whispers, gawking at me with tire-sized eyes. Before asking the question he's dying to ask, he gets up and looks over his shoulder to make sure no one is close by. “Rome? You and Rome are hooking up?”
This time, I give him the answer he is looking for.
“Not hooking up,” I reply with a smile that I can't control. “We’re together.”
“Together?” he says a little too loudly. “Like together , together? Or just, like, together?”
“What?” I say, frowning. “I don't know how else to say it. We’re not just hooking up for fun. We’ve talked … among other things … and it’s official. He's my man and I'm his girl. We’re together. Officially.”
“Oh my fucking god!” Jeremiah bellows, pulling at least one of our co-workers attention to my office. I have to put my finger to my lips and tell him to shush to keep him from screaming it from the rooftop. “Don't tell me to shush. You’ve been in here holding out on me while you are dating the boss? This is huge. Have you told Jaz yet?”
“Not necessarily,” I answer. “She knows that he and I had been talking and that there were some mixed signals being put out there from his end. I haven't told her about the latest developments because it’s all so brand new. It literally just became official last night.”
Jeremiah gasps. “So I've been given the honor of being the first to know? Usually you tell Jaz everything and I end up feeling left out. Oh, this is a great day—and here I was thinking it was going to be shitty. Ooh, can I be the one to tell Jaz? I have to hear the sound of her voice when she finds out.”
I roll my eyes as I laugh. “I guess so. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Bitch, what? Not a big deal. He's our boss. Our gorgeous, masculine, sexy, well-groomed boss. This is a huge deal, and Jaz will agree with me when I call her right now and say, ‘Girl, you're not going to believe who is together.’”
“Who’s together?” Sierra’s shrill voice suddenly asks from the doorway, cutting right through the good mood like an annoying ass samurai sword.
Jeremiah flinches like he just witnessed a jump scare, and his good mood instantly deflates.
“Nobody,” he answers.
Thank goodness. The last thing I need is Sierra finding out about this. All it will take is one perceived special favor and she’ll be ready to go to HR and hire a lawyer.
“Oh? But you sounded so excited about it,” Sierra prods as she steps into the office.
Jeremiah scoffs. “That’s because I was minding my business. It feels good to do that. You should try it.”
Sierra glares at Jeremiah like she's ready to slap him, but lets out a long sigh instead before looking at me. “Nia, do you have anything drawn up for the Golden Diamond ad? Rome would like to have something approved before the end of the week.”
I start to shake my head, but Jeremiah steps forward. “I have the first billboard mock-up right here. Nia and I were just about to go over it.”
“Good. Let’s see it,” Sierra replies.
Just as Jeremiah raises the cardboard in his hands, my phone goes off with a text alert. Sierra and Jeremiah watch as I pick it up from the desk and see that it’s a message from Rome.
Can they see your screen?
Confused, I quickly type a response.
No, why?
Good … Make sure the volume is down …
“Nia, you good?” Sierra asks from the other side of the desk. “Can we go over the mock-up, please?”
“Uhh, yeah. Let me—” I'm cut off by another message from Rome. It starts off grainy at first, a pixelated rectangle with no defining features. But when I click on the image, a video immediately takes over the full screen and starts playing. My heart erupts as I let out a loud gasp, and the first thing I see is a closeup shot of Rome’s thick cock in my mouth as I'm strapped to the spanking bench in his playroom.
“You okay?” Jeremiah asks, concern all over his face.
“Umm … yep. Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie, doing my best to try and pull myself together, but I can barely keep my eyes off the screen. Rome has his hand cupped under my chin as he strokes his cock in and out of my drooling mouth. It’s such a startling image that I don't know how to respond. I can't even think straight. Why would he send this to me right now ? It doesn't make sense, but before I can even gather enough thoughts to form a coherent sentence, I receive another text.
Excuse yourself to the restroom. Go inside. Lock the door. And make yourself come to the video of me fucking you senseless.
My jaw drops open as I stare at the screen in total shock. Now? He’s Domming me right now, first thing in the morning? When he knows Sierra and Jeremiah are in my office? It’s the craziest, hottest thing ever, and now that he and I are officially in a D/s relationship, I know what I have to do.
I clear my throat. “Umm, we’ll take a look at it as soon as I get back. I’m sorry, but I desperately need to use the restroom. Too much coffee, I think. I’ll be right back.”
Sierra lets out a huff as I scoot past her, and Jeremiah looks at me with a suspicious frown, but I don't care. With my phone in hand, I step out of my office and head to the bathroom. As I go, I look into Rome’s office, and he spares a quick glance at me with a devilish smirk before going back to whatever he was typing on his computer, his phone next to his hand. I grin as I pick up the pace and enter the bathroom.
Inside, I bend over to look beneath the door of every stall, ensuring that no one is in the bathroom before stepping into the last stall and closing the door. I shake my head, in disbelief of what I'm about to do. But I want to do it. For him.
I play the video, biting my lips together at the sight of Rome fucking my mouth. His moans sound so good, but I have to keep the volume as low as I can. If I was at home, I would play the sound over my stereo just to hear his deep voice telling me how good my mouth feels. Hearing the slap of the flogger against my ass sends my hand sliding down my stomach before pushing itself between my legs like it has a mind of its own. I rub my clit on top of my pants as the video continues.
In only a minute, I can feel how wet I am, and I don't want evidence of it being apparent when I walk back into my office, so I push down my zipper and move my panties to the side.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I hold the video close to my face so I can hear it.
The scene on the screen shifts when Rome sets the camera down on top of his gold sex chair, giving me a wide view of the moment he centers the wand beneath me, and positions himself behind me. I watch him stretch a condom over his cock, step forward, and enter me from behind. I have no choice but to rub my clit as I watch him ravage me, remembering how good it felt and how I lost myself in it. As I watch, I can practically feel the vibrator sending me into another dimension of pleasure. Rome fucks me hard and fast, each long strong jolting my entire body forward until the moment my eyes roll into the back of my head when I come in the video. I watch myself melt first, followed by the moment Rome closes his eyes and nearly collapses on top of me from the intensity of his orgasm. Seeing the way his muscles flex and twitch sends me careening over the threshold, and I come right there in the stall, my toes curling in my shoes as I pray no one walks in at this exact moment. If they do, I’ll certainly be caught because I'm too wrapped in it to stop. I do my best to hold back my moans, pressing my lips together as hard as I can until I finally come down.
When I turn off the video, I can hear myself panting hard and loud, but the bathroom is still empty. Thank goodness.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper to myself, smiling as I lean back on the toilet, still breathing hard.
I can't believe I just did that. I'm at work … and I loved it. Still beaming, I go to the camera app on my phone and record a quick video of my fingers sliding through my wet pussy, then I send it to Rome. It’s the least I can do since he surprised me this morning.
I spend the next few minutes getting cleaned up and making sure my makeup isn't ruined from the sweat beads that decorated my forehead, then I hurry out of the bathroom. When I walk past Rome’s office, I turn around to look at him and see the moment he lifts his phone to see my message, and I can't wipe the smirk off my face.
“Sorry about that,” I say to Jeremiah and Sierra who are seated in the chairs in front of my desk. “Now where were we?”
“Jeremiah’s mock-up,” Sierra answers with a little attitude, but it doesn't faze me after what I just did.
The two of them stand up and we begin going over the details of the Golden Diamond billboard, pointing out things we'd like to delete, resize, or move to a different spot. All of us add our input on what the next mock-up should look like, and just before we agree on the changes, my phone chimes again. I take a step back to look at the message from Rome, and smile from ear to ear before shoving the phone back in my pocket. I go on talking to Sierra and Jeremiah about the mock-up, but my mind stays on the message from my Dom.
Good girl ??