Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Mr. Lennox
It's only her and me left in the office.
Each behind our respective doors.
With trembling fingers I grab the phone and call her. I can't take this anymore.
I expect it to ring a few times. I expect the anticipation, the thrill of waiting for her to pick up.
Instead, she answers immediately.
"Hey boss," she says.
"How was your day?" I say, standing up to go to the door.
I open it a few inches because I want to watch the strip of light coming from under her door.
I want to see if it's spliced with shadows.
I want to know if she's pacing the room or sitting at her desk.
Maybe she's eating, maybe she's filing her nails with her legs crossed, feet up on her desk, maybe she's treating me like any other client and has her sex-laden voice on autopilot. Maybe she doesn't care about me at all.
"My day was fantastic," she says. Then, a pout in her voice. "But I made a big, big mistake at work."
My lips, pressed into a line, lift at the corner.
"What was your big mistake?"
"I failed to carry out the one task my boss demanded of me.” Her voice goes low and breathy. “But he was kind enough to go easy on me."
I suck in a sharp breath, nostrils flaring, then breathe out, chest rumbling.
"That's the last time he's going to be so forgiving."
"Oh yeah?" she says. There's a long pause. I can tell she wants to say more. "What's going to happen next time?"
“You'll be in for a harsh, hard punishment."
"Tell me more. I think I need the extra motivation to stay in line."
"You'll be called into the boss' office," I say. "He'll ask you to say you're sorry. He'd leave you in suspense while you express contrition. And he'd ask you to put your hands flat on his desk and bend over."
I hear her throat move as she swallows, followed by a light breath.
"He'd want to make you understand that there are consequences," I grit out. "He'd pull your skirt up your thighs and give you a little smack on the ass."
"Oh my god," she moans. "I think we're doing this wrong, boss."
I go back to my desk and sit down. My knees might give out if I stand here any longer. I'm in danger of exploding in my pants.
"How so?"
"I'm supposed to be turning you on," she purrs, her voice soft and low. "You're turning me on instead."
I press my hand to my aching, massively hard cock.
"You all good with this?" I swallow hard and unzip my pants. "Good with me turning you on?"
"More than good with it," she breathes.
"What are you wearing?"
“Skirt. Button-down. But you already know that.”
I grip my cock, the tip leaking all the way down to my balls.
"Did I buy you all of those things?" I say, palming the tip of my dick. I groan as all of the wetness lubes it up. I can only imagine what her pussy is going to do to me. I crave it. I'm on the verge of marching in there and finally taking what's mine.
"Yes," she says, mischief brewing in her voice.
"Seems I should be allowed to peel it all off of you too."
"You read my mind, boss."
A groan rumbles through me. You could measure it on the Richter scale.
"I want you to sit at your desk and slide your panties out of the way. Put one foot on the desk. Spread your legs. Wide."
"Done."
Good girl.
My brain locks in on her pussy. I know how sweet she's going to be and how crazy it's going to make me. It's already making me crazy, and I haven't even had a taste yet.
"Tell me how wet you are."
"I'm wet," she whispers. "Very. Very wet."
"Wet enough for me to slide right in?" I choke the base of my dick.
"On sight," she breathes. "I'm good and ready for it."
"Want me to take it raw?"
"Uh-huh," it comes out as a whine. "What else would you do?"
"I'd palm your tits and pinch your pink little nipples until you scream. I'd dive between your legs and suck it until you can't breathe. I'd rip your clothes off and bend you over and slide a finger in your ass to tease you. Do you want that?"
"Only if it's you," she whispers. Her breathing comes out more shallow than before. Little whimpers drift through the phone.
My cock shoots out a spurt of precum. Jesus. It lands on my shirt. It's going to be a geyser when I finally get inside her warm little pussy. I can only imagine how far up it's going to go. Enough to knock her up and keep us together for-fucking-ever.
"I'm going to plug you up so fucking good. A finger in your ass and my dick in your pussy. Stretched out so we're sealed together. Not a drop of cum is going to escape."
She whimpers and lets out a choked sigh.
"I don't want anything else inside you," I hiss through bared teeth. "The only thing I want in you is me."
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Oh god.”
“Put the tip of your finger against your pussy,” I churn out through gritted teeth. “But don’t go in. Just give it the tiniest bit of pressure. Rub your clit nice and slow.”
“Mr. Lennox,” she whines. “I can’t take it anymore. It feels too fucking good.”
“That pussy going to bust?” I groan.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I’m jerking myself so hard that it’s cutting off the circulation in my throat. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t feel anything but my unending desire to cum deep inside Opal. Plant my seed in her. Keep her here with me. Forever.
I swallow thickly.
I can’t let this go any fucking further.
"Hang up," I say abruptly, tucking my cock back into my pants. I can barely fit it back in.
"Why?" she says. "Is everything okay?"
No. Everything is absolutely not fucking okay.
This game is over.
"My office. Now."