PHARAOH #2
It was strongly enforced for all employees to take a lunch.
We wanted time away from the desk uninterrupted to ensure office morale.
But partners didn’t have to apply the same rule.
They could come and go as they pleased as long as everything was in order.
She was calling me out for making her help Anastasia.
“It wasn’t a request. My office now!” My voice boomed and they both flinched. I was beyond frustrated sexually. She was really trying me and waking the beast.
I walked in the office and tossed the file on the desk before loosening my tie.
Her heels were heard moving toward me agonizingly slow.
When she finally graced the threshold, I was there on her ass.
Slamming the door, I forced her back against it and pressed my body to hers.
I didn’t speak right away. I could see the slight fear in her eyes, but I also noticed her intrigue about what I would do.
“You are testing my fuckin’ patience. I am trying to be professional, but I swear I want to bend that pretty ass over and fuck you into submission, period and all.
Have it looking like a fuckin’ crime scene in here.
” Her eyes widened and the pulse in her neck quickened.
I reached up and ran my thumb across it.
“I get it love; you need to be in control. But not with me. Sit back and let me handle shit, I promise I got you and it will be damn worth it.” I pressed my erection into her and squeezed her neck.
Her breathing was labored and she wouldn’t break my stare.
Tightening my grip, I inched closer damn near with our lips pressing.
Her face was turning red, and her breath was down to a wheezing moan.
Her eyes hooded and I felt like she would pass out if I didn’t let her take in a breath.
Biting my lip, I released her from my grasp slowly.
She gasped and laid her head back against the door.
“Now go enjoy your lunch, on me. Come back with a better attitude or I will make good on my promise.” I kissed the side of her mouth before stepping back.
She looked at me stunned. Not moving a muscle before a smile slowly creeped on her face. I watched her demeanor go from fearful to excited in a matter of seconds. She reached up and thumbed the spot I kissed and stuck it in her mouth seductively.
“Yes, sir.” She spoke before walking out the door and closing it back behind her.
“Freaky ass.” I spoke into the room. I adjusted my dick in my slacks and took a seat at my desk.
This girl was giving me a run for my money and making my shit painfully hard too.
I wanted her little feisty ass bad. Real fuckin’ bad.
She didn’t back down easily and I was loving the idea of the fight.
Like I said, she was waking the beast in me.
The workday had finally come to an end and Blythe chose to stay with Anastasia.
I didn’t complain because there was some unexpected task that needed my undivided attention.
But every so often I would hear her voice or her laugh and my dick would jump.
I was gonna end up with blue balls fucking with her ass.
“Good night, Mr. McCallum. Everything is shut down and prepped for tomorrow.” Anastasia stood in the door frame smiling sweetly.
“Thank you. And thank you for all your help today.” She nodded and left out.
I heard the click of heels, and the familiar scent invaded my nostrils right after. Seconds later Blythe stood in my door frame. I sat back in my seat looking her over. Now that we were alone, she lacked that confidence and attitude she had hours ago.
“Is the car on the way?” She asked in a shy tone.
“I drove. Come grab your things.” I stood adjusting my clothes. As soon as she was next to me, I pulled her to me and wrapped my hand around her neck applying pressure gently. She gasped slightly and grabbed my wrist
“Play time is over angel, I let shit slide one to many times. I instructed you to follow my lead. That wasn’t a request.” The fear slowly faded from her face and a smirk formed.
“You have a problem with touching.”
“Nah, just like touching you. And don’t want anyone else touching you.”
“Did it bother you seeing little ole me in control?”
“Not at all. I just didn’t want him flirting with what I already decided was mine.” Her brow raised.
“Yours? When did we decide I belonged to you?”
“When your moans graced my ears, and those perfect fuckin’ lips touched mine. Or when your body responded to my command and released. How are your cramps by the way?” She tried to move out of my grasp, but I tightened my grip on her neck. Using my thumb I stroked her soft skin.
“Shall we go?” She attempted to change the subject.
“I love seeing the marks of passion on your neck and collar bone.” I kissed one then another. Her soft moans could only be heard by my ears. She gripped my suit jacket and tugged gently.
“Open your mouth.” I brought my nose to hers.
Her eyes were shut and she could hardly take a normal breath.
Slowly she opened her mouth and waited for what I would do next.
“Mmm. Check.” I licked her lips swirling my tongue gently.
“Mate.” Releasing her I grabbed my things and headed for the door without looking back.
I heard her heels loud as hell on the floors following behind me to the elevator.
The doors dinged and I held them open allowing her on first. She made sure to stand on the opposite side of me and not utter a word.
The car ride to my place was no different.
Complete silence besides Maxwell playing on the speaker.
I didn’t mind the lack of conversation as long as she was near me.
We pulled into my garage, and she jumped out before I could open her door.
She moved swiftly in the house and made her way to my guest bedroom. I heard things shuffling around.
I took a seat on the love seat and let her get her frustrations out. I was tempted to pour a drink, but I skipped lunch to stay close to her. I was paying for it now because I heard my stomach several times.
Fifteen minutes later Blythe came from the back room wheeling her suitcase. Panick slightly set in. I was hoping she would just stay. Especially since I never spoke with Anastasia about getting her a room.
“Going somewhere?”
“Yes actually. To my hotel. Stasi helped me find a great one today while we were on lunch. Thank you by the way. It was placed on your card.” She smiled deviously before she placed her purse on her suitcase and made her way to me.
Gently pushing me back against the couch she straddled me.
Instinctively, I grabbed her waist, and she pushed my hands away.
I lifted slightly to get more comfortable with her on my lap.
Biting my bottom lip, I watched as her dress slowly creeped up her thick thighs.
I tried to push it further up and she slapped at my hands again.
Damn, I wanted her bad as hell. I contemplated getting my red wings, I wanted her so bad. Licking my lips I reached for her exposed thighs.
“Don’t fuckin touch me.” She spoke lowly; her voice laced in venom.
I smirked throwing my hands up in surrender.
She loosened my tie and pulled it from my neck.
“Is this what you want?” She laced the tie on my wrist and pulled tight before reaching over to the side and tying the other end to the side table.
I was barely paying attention my focus was on her thick thighs and ass up in the air as she reached and tugged the tie tightly.