Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
He lifts his head, the throb on my throat continuing in less intense beats as he pushes up the skirt, fingers trailing over my ass, dipping into the cleft, and then he shifts to the front, slipping over the lace, under it, to spread my wetness.
"Supple and primed for the most salacious tasks, Miss Lola."
But this time, he doesn't lick me. Instead, his fingers are like a tongue, stroking against me. He drives them along my folds, stopping to pull, pinch, and twist, each move is unexpected, each move delicious.
And he ignores my clit that aches for him.
Every single sense is focused on what Enzo—Alex—Enzo is doing.
It is borderline torture.
Borderline orgasmic.
I'm full of guilt because somehow, he has me thinking we are at work, and he is Enzo.
The almost-right scent does its work, and I'm even more turned on by the fact that this is wrong, and I'm at his beck and call.
I'm there for him to do what he wants to do. He is in control.
He slides a finger into me. "Just need to check you're tight with your deadlines. I like it. Slick and warm and the perfect environment for all my special tasks."
It is not even dirty, what he is saying, but it morphs into some kind of X-rated shit.
He starts fingering me as he pushes me forward.
My hands go out as my thighs hit the desk.
I land on it, half sprawled, and I'm sure that with his hand at work inside my panties and the metal desk, my lingerie is ruined.
It is worth it.
Totally.
I'm dripping with excitement, teetering near the edge of orgasm.
Just when I'm ready to give in, he pulls out, only to start massaging my clit.
I'm there. All the way. The excitement of Enzo getting me off is so strong I tumble into it.
This isn't Alex.
It is Enzo.
The thought makes me soar.
And then he slaps my ass, pulls the panties to one side, and slams me down on the desk, driving his hard, thick cock into me.
I scream.
It is so, so good.
Oh, God, I didn't think Enzo—Alex would be so big and thick, and that he knew how to use it.
He inches into me, making me feel every ridge.
He is balls deep, and I'm stretching to accommodate him.
Then he begins to move, slow and long strokes.
They pick up speed, his thumb is still on my clit, and he pulls and strokes that as he slams into me, all the way, in merciless dives to get himself off.
To get me off, too.
And I'm not in some construction site.
I'm in the office, in Enzo's, and he is drilling into me on his expensive wooden desk.
I'm boneless, heating, everything in me throbbing as pleasure rises and then crashes over me in a wild cacophony of delight as I contract hard and come, spasming in my release as my legs give way.
He fucks me like that, through my orgasm, and he picks up speed as he slams into me harder and harder until he, too, cums, his cock twitching deep within me.
I lay splayed, unable to move as he kisses my back and pulls out.
"Phone?" he whispers.
"Bag," I say, still unable to work my limbs.
He licks my ear, closing around me once more. "Next time, wear the fucking shoes. And it is the same as last time. When the alarm goes off, remove the blindfold."
He helps me up, and I turn my head as he lets go. "I'm basically naked."
But he puts a finger to my lips, wrapping an arm around me as he lifts me to pull down my skirt.
Alex sits me on the edge of the desk and puts the shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned.
I wait.
He doesn't say anything else.
"Alex?"
No answer.
The fucker is gone.
Leaving me vulnerable, blindfolded, in the dark.
Only this time, I don't have to wait that long for the alarm to go off. Maybe five minutes. But they are a long five minutes.
When the alarm goes off, I pull off the blindfold to a room of light.
There is more than before, as if more have been turned on, and I quickly button my shirt, tucking it in.
Same as last time, there is a message on my phone.
Alex
I will be nearby, watching you leave safe. There's a yellow cab on the curb, waiting for you. Get in.
I frown as I head out, down the stairs and outside. The guard is there... No, it is a different one, but he speaks. "Your cab's waiting."
"Who told you?"
"The boss."
"What..." I don't bother asking why there is a cab, just like I don't ask him to describe the boss. Maybe he didn't look, or maybe he has been instructed not to say a word about Alex. I don't want to sound like a weirdo or get him fired, so I look around, but of course, how would I recognize Alex?
Besides, I don't see anyone watching.
"Lola?" the cab driver asks as I get in.
"Yes. Who hir—"
"I got paid on an app, and it was a call, so if you ask who hired me? Mr. Blatt."
I nod and go to give him my address, but he has already programmed it into his GPS.
Me
Why didn't you stay?
Alex
No fun in that.
Me
But you won't speak or let me see you.
Alex
Again, it's fun. But if you want a better explanation, it's because the anonymity is what makes this feel so good. Trust me.
I do trust him, though I don't know why, exactly.
I just let a stranger have sex with me. A stranger as in I know next to nothing about his life or what he looks like or even sounds like.
I know a lot about him, but then again...do I?
In the cold light of aftermath, I find myself questioning it all.
It could be all just kinky games and nothing more. And if he wanted to hurt me, he would have by now.
When I get home, I take a shower and curl up in bed.
My phone beeps.
Alex
Checking in. This is the closest I can do to aftercare.
I make a note to check up on what that is.
Alex
Are you okay? Anything you didn't like? Did you come close to your safe word?
Me
I'm fine. Better than fine.
Alex
No emotional aftermath?
Me
It's a zoo in here, emotions are roaming everywhere, but the strongest is satisfaction because it was all so good.
Alex
No regrets?
Me
No. And no, I didn't come close to using blue banana.
I'm a little scared how willing I am to take this further, but it's also exciting—something I think my life's been missing for so long.
Alex
We will keep pushing the boundaries.
Me
You just fucked me in a building under construction in the middle of Manhattan while pretending to be my boss. How can we possibly top that?
Alex
I can think of a thing or two...
Oh. God.
Does that mean he would want a threesome? Does it mean I do?
Whatever is in his head will be scorching and wild and...
I'm not sure I can wait.
What on earth have I become?