One Bossy Night

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Hunter

I was speechless. Truly. I had no idea whatsoever about what to say or do. And most importantly, I couldn’t believe that someone so completely lifeless when completely sober was this insane while drunk. I wasn’t even sure she was drunk. One second she would seem coherent and then the next she wasn’t. And what she had just said in my ear? She was going to drive me mad.

“You do know that when you get sober tomorrow and remember all this you’re going to want to quit, right? You’re either going to want to quit or you’re going to want to shoot yourself in the head. Whichever it is, don’t. Let’s just blame it on the dress and since I was the one who told you to get it, let’s just blame this entire night on me as well.”

Sighing, I shook my head and waited, however she didn’t respond. Instead, she remained in the position she was in until I became certain that she had fallen asleep, there was no question about it, and in many ways I was relieved. Eventually, her hands fell down to her sides, and then her neck began to droop. I watched her for a moment, recalled her complaint earlier about her neck, and guided her head down to my shoulder.

Soon, we arrived back at the hotel, and I considered just lifting her in my arms and carrying her in. If I told her to walk and given the heels she was wearing, she just might very well injure her ankle, and the last thing I needed was a limping secretary for the rest of my time here. This was supposed to be a vacation, but so far, it felt as though I was being punished for not noticing the real her all these months.

“We’re here,” I lightly tapped her shoulder. It took her a while, but eventually she came awake. She was groggy at first as expected, but I truly hoped that the little additional sleep she got would help her out.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“Back at the hotel,” I replied.

“Okay,” she replied, uninterested, and then she returned to resting on my shoulder.

I pushed the door open and then tried my best to get her out. She could walk somewhat fine, but I had to put my hand around her shoulders. Truly, I would have carried her, but I didn’t need the extra stare and alarm that was sure to come with me carrying a woman into my hotel room. The authorities were bound to come knocking at my door trying to confirm if she was okay.

Soon, we were heading up to the last floor in the elevators, and I couldn’t help but watch her. She was still leaning against me, but she seemed a little bit more awake now. And quiet. Incredibly quiet. Maybe too quiet?

“You okay?” I asked.

She turned then and stared at me, a little bit more calmly, and then without responding, she looked away. I didn’t let her go. As soon as we arrived back on our floor, I held her hand, and we went over to our suite together. I didn’t bother opening her own door since she could just go in through mine, however when I tried to push the connecting door open, I soon found out that it was locked.

“You locked it from the inside?” I asked.

She didn’t respond, and so I turned to see that she was watching me.

“I’ll take you to the front,” I said and grabbed her purse. However, this time around she didn’t follow.

“Your key is somewhere within here, right?” I asked. “Do you use the same one as mine?”

She still didn’t respond until I looked at her again to watch her.

“You need to cooperate with me here,” I told her. “You need to get into bed so you can rest and sleep all this drowsiness away.”

“I don’t want to rest,” she said, and I sighed. She truly was like a baby in her current state; however, I was in no mood whatsoever to baby anyone. I just wanted to get into the shower and go to bed.

“Why didn’t you say anything about my dress?” she suddenly asked.

Her voice was clear now, and so were her eyes, but I was sure that she was still somewhat intoxicated, maybe a little less than she had been earlier.

“I don’t know,” I replied as I headed back to take my seat on the bed. “Was I supposed to say something about it?”

I took my jacket off as well as my shoes and was immensely relieved.

“Yes,” she replied, and I looked at her.

I took in her figure then for the umpteenth time that night and realized that we were alone. Finally, we were alone. There wasn’t anyone around, no Swedish asshole trying to take advantage of her…

I looked at the gorgeous dress, recalled how she had grabbed her breasts and nearly masturbated right in the car…

It immediately made me smile because I knew for sure when she remembered this the next day, she was going to want to jump off the building. It was a good thing we couldn’t quite locate her key yet; perhaps it would be good for her to spend the night here so I could prevent any accidents from happening.

Although with how alluring and moody sexy she was looking right now, I couldn’t help but hope that I would be able to keep my hands to myself. As I got up and headed over to stare out the window to consider this, I knew that I would because my working relationship with her was at stake, and that was more important to me than any momentary rush of pleasure.

“You’re laughing,” she said. “Am I... am I that ridiculous to you?”

At her words, I turned around then, wondering if she was still drunk.

“Aren’t you clear-headed yet?” I asked.

She didn’t respond. All she did was stare at me, and I really couldn’t take this anymore.

“Please search for your key card in your purse so you can go to your room. Your purse is over there by the entrance. And please take off your shoes; I don’t want you spraining your ankle. You managed to make it up here with them, and that on its own is incredibly impressive.”

I settled into the single chair beside me then and shut my eyes for a moment. I truly needed a drink and a cigar. This really was not the kind of vacation I had in hand, but perhaps this one would be more memorable than anything else.

“What’s the schedule for my remaining time?” I asked. “After the speech I have to present at the conference tomorrow.”

I looked up then and received the shock of my life because although she was still standing before me, she was completely naked. Well, she had stripped off her dress and now the silk fabric was puddled around her legs. She only had on her black lace underwear, and her breasts were completely exposed before me.

I was shocked to say the least, but I managed to keep a cool head.

“You’re still drunk, aren’t you?” I asked.

“No, I’m not,” she replied, and I shook my head.

“Please go to bed. It’s been a very long day and an even longer night. You’re really going to regret this tomorrow.”

“I’m not,” she said. “I know you’re going to fire me after today, so why not just do now what I’ve always wanted to do.”

I watched her, so completely captivated that I had the eerie suspicion that I just might never be able to look away ever again.

“What exactly do you want to do then?” I asked.

“I want to be me,” she replied. “I want to... I'm tired of dressing so badly all the time. That's not me.”

I nodded in agreement, unable to keep my gaze from going down her body.

“I understand,” I said. “And you're right. You don't have to dress that way. But I never told you to dress that way before. That was how I met you.”

“They were the instructions given to me by HR,” she replied.

I was taken aback. “What? Who? Derek?”

“Yes,” she replied. “He almost didn’t give me the job. He said that I had the qualifications and would gel well with you, and that I was what you needed, but that I was too attractive, and you hated those kinds of distractions. He said that every time you?—”

She suddenly stopped then and shut her eyes.

“Hm,” I replied. "Are you okay?”

“No,” she grumbled, and I couldn’t help my amusement.

“Stop laughing,” she nearly began to cry once again. “This is humiliating.”

“Please don't cry,” I said. “We were talking now. What did Derek say about my past experiences? I mean, I know, but I just want to clarify.”

She looked at me as though I had stabbed her, and I wondered once again what was going on through that head of hers.

“What is it?” I asked.

“You really...” she croaked. “You really don't care for me, do you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m standing before you naked right now, and you don’t even care. Am I that unattractive?”

I stared at her and had to admit to myself that she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever met. I just hadn’t realized it till now, and beauty like hers wasn’t something I usually paid attention to. However, with her theatrics for the night so far, I couldn’t help but notice. I noticed a lot of things about her. She was hilarious, intelligent, and so out of control when she was drunk that if it wouldn’t hurt her, I wouldn’t mind seeing this side of her more often. And a part of me felt kind of guilty now that I was settled enough to think things through because the fact of the matter was that I had allowed her to get this drunk. I could have stopped him from pouring her drinks way before it was too much, but I didn’t. And I felt deeply apologetic about this. However, I didn’t know how to fix this now.

I gave all of this a thought, and then I sat up.

“You know everything could go back to the way it was,” I said. “All you have to do is put your clothes back on and go to your room.”

At my words, I realized in an instant that I was going to regret this for the rest of my life. Her expression turned instantly vile.

“Don’t tell me to go to my room!” she yelled, and I was startled. And then, I burst out laughing. God, she was fucking adorable. I leaned into the chair and truly hoped that I could record this because when I told her about it the next day, there was absolutely no way that she was going to believe anything that I was saying.

To my surprise, however, she started to head towards me. She wobbled and almost fell, but then she managed to catch herself and thankfully finally kicked off her shoes. She arrived before the chair and instantly sank down to her knees.

“What are you doing?” I asked as she grabbed my belt.

“You know what? I’m young,” she said. “I’m not going to wait anymore, and I don't care if you fire me.”

“Trust me, you'll care tomorrow, Madison,” I said. “And if you don't stop right now, I will truly fire you.”

“I don’t care,” she said, and then my zipper was pulled down.

I grabbed her wrist; however, she refused to budge. Eventually, and as I watched her, I let go. What came across my mind was what she had said earlier to her friend about me completely sober. How attracted she was to me. Without her getting drunk like this, none of this would have happened. I stared at her gorgeous face and breasts, and all I could think of was grabbing them just the way she had and sucking on her nipples.

In little time, she had pulled my zipper down, and I was surprised at how surprisingly gentle she was with me. Her hand wrapped around my cock, and I wondered if she would remember this the next day. If she did, well, it was sure to change the entire trajectory of our relationship.

However, as she smiled at the sight and then leaned forward to cover the head with her mouth, I decided that I didn’t care. She was drunk. I should have forced her to stop, but this was happening, and I couldn’t muster the will to stop it. And so, my head fell back at the sweet warmth and heat.

I loved how she sucked me. She licked up and down my rock-hard shaft as she fisted me, and the wet feel of her tongue along the satiny smoothness was so fucking good. I wanted her to go faster, but I couldn't force her, so I savored every second as she took me in. I loved how she took me deep in her throat, going all the way down till she couldn’t anymore.

Sucking the precum off the head and licking her tongue across it was a complete mind trip, and by the time she established a rhythm with her hands and mouth, I was just as inebriated as she was.

I loved her moans. She sounded like she was doing this for herself more than anyone else, as though she was finally living out a dream. She smiled and licked and slobbered on my cock, and I couldn’t believe how reactive I was to this, how much I was enjoying it. Unable to control my breathing, I pushed her hair out of her face to watch her, and she began to jack me even faster. Her hands pumped up and down as she sucked on my head, and in mere moments, I was on the verge of coming. I tried to pull away, though, but she wouldn't let go until it was too late. A loud satisfying moan came out of me as I shot my load into her mouth. She didn't pull away, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.

I watched her lick me completely clean, and then she straddled me. She still had her underwear on, but my cock settled between her thighs, and I could feel the warmth and heat from her sex. I stared at her as she grabbed onto my shoulders, and then she began to rock against me, seeking her relief. I enjoyed every bit of this, but I knew that we couldn’t go further than this. However, if she remembered this at all, I wanted to give her something pleasant to recall. And so, I grabbed her chin and kissed her.

The kiss was deep, intimate. I could taste myself on her, and the filthiness of it caused pleasure to begin simmering once again through my blood.

I loved the way she kissed, I realized. She was intentional about it, willful, intense, and I couldn't get enough. I couldn't help but think about grabbing her completely naked, and now that I was seeing it, it was hard to take in, but it all felt so good. I hadn't felt like this in so many years, and so I didn’t want to restrict it, but I couldn’t get carried away.

Still, considering how she had grabbed herself earlier in the car and rubbed her nipples, I wanted to do the same. So, I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth, licking across the gorgeous pink bud, then moved to the other, taking my time in sucking each as well as the swells all around. I loved the way she tasted. I couldn’t get enough, and of the way she couldn't control her breathing. She was panting and moaning and writhing, and I just couldn’t keep things under control for too long. I decided then, however, that there was one more parting gift that I wanted her to remember the next day. And so, I rose, and she clung onto me instantly like a monkey. She hooked her legs around my waist, and I carefully carried her over to the bed.

“You're going to fuck me?” she asked, doe eyed. It made me feel the kind of affection for her that was terrifying, but sweet warmth filled my chest for her. I really liked her, more than I had thought was possible when I had gotten up that morning. But now, as I slid her flat and got on my knees before her, I realized that I did like her, beyond this and beyond today. I had severe issues with secretaries being unable to perform like I needed them to in the past, but she didn’t seem to have any problems whatsoever with this.

She had been efficient, professional, and I had come to depend on her and even trust her more than I did any other executive or employee in the office. For someone who had learned how to be constantly vigilant and alert, this had been a huge weight over my shoulders. And so, I wasn’t surprised that the moment she had changed her appearance today and revealed the vixen she was underneath, albeit currently a drunk one, I had latched on like a moth to her flame.

Right now, all I could think about was eating her out. I didn’t know what the future held, especially these ten days, and we had now reached the point of no return. I didn’t know if we would ever be able to work together the same after this, but since we were at this point now, I didn’t want it to be uncomfortable. I couldn’t fuck her, even though it was what I wanted, and I didn’t believe she was conscious enough to consent to that, even though it was all she had practically talked about and pleaded for all evening.

But I could make her come the way she deserved, the way she had been wanting all evening long. And so, I spread her legs apart, and I loved the way she writhed across the bed. She kept calling out my name, like a wish, and moaning, and I loved the sounds. They would stay with me for a while, I was sure, but nothing quite compared to the sight of finally pulling down her panties and seeing just how soaked she was.

“Focus, Madison,” I said as I slid my thumb through her damp, pulsating sex.

“Is it the alcohol that did this, or are you usually this way for me, even in the office?” I leaned forward then and gave her a good lick, and the sound of her moan reverberated through the room.

“Oh, fuck, Hunter,” she pleaded.

“Answer me,” I said as my mouth closed around her clit. “Answer me if you want more.”

“Yes, yes!” she cried out, unable to stop writhing and thrusting her hips towards my lips. I licked her again, savoring her taste and opening her up with the pad of my tongue.

“Be specific with your answer,” I said as I appreciated just how pretty, domed, and greedy her sex was. “Do you usually get this wet when you’re with me in the office? Have you been like this when I was working?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “all the time.”

"Guess I truly haven’t been paying much attention then," I said as I slid a finger into her. She clenched hungrily around my finger, and I couldn’t help my smile. Another finger soon joined in the sweet assault, and I watched as she slid her fingers through her hair and gripped the roots.

I started slow, enjoying watching her just as she had enjoyed sucking my dick earlier, but then I aimed to drive her crazy. So, reaching forward, I settled over her and sucked on her breasts while I increased my pace. I thrust so quickly into her that she cried out, and then I grabbed her sex to give her some relief.

I loved seeing her torso tremble in response, and when she reached out for yet another kiss, I couldn’t resist. I drowned myself in her taste and continued to rub the sweet knob of her clit. All I wanted now was to be inside of her.

I could feel just how tight she was, how turned on. She couldn’t stay still or lessen her tone, and I just knew that fucking her would be the wildest of rides. However, I had to control myself till tomorrow. Or until another chance arose. Till she was completely sober and could clearly decide if she wanted to continue with me. If she wanted to go all the way.

I broke the kiss then, as she gasped, and I kissed down her body, tasting every bit of her skin that I could reach. Soon, I returned to her sex and once again covered it with my mouth.

Her hand found its way to my hair, and the sting of her brutal pull of the roots spurred me on.

I didn’t let up until she was coming into my mouth. Her thighs clenched against my sides, and her legs curled around my back as she trembled and moaned.

It was the sweetest sound.

Soft yet tortured… endless… breathless… gratifying.

Afterwards, I got up and collapsed by her side. I laid flat on the bed and tried to catch my breath. For a moment, I wondered if I was drunk as well because I felt like I was. I shut my eyes; however, before I could drift off to sleep, she turned and draped her legs on my body. I couldn’t help but go completely still, especially as she buried her face in the crook of my neck and kissed above my pulse.

“Thank you,” she said and fell asleep.

This time around, and thankfully, she didn’t wake up.