Chapter 4
Julianna
So we’re clear, seducing my intern was not something I had on my radar today.
But, oh, I have a problem. While Presley didn’t explicitly tell me to sleep with my intern… hmph. She knew what she was doing. This wouldn’t be the first time I let my high libido get the best of me and cause chaos in the office. Granted, those other interns… they never let slip what we had done. I made sure of it.
Alessa, though, is a bit of an outlier. She’s not someone I’ve had my sights on since her arrival. I haven’t lusted after her to the point that I can no longer help myself and must court the rage of HR, as hobbled as they are in this company. I wouldn’t have even thought to seduce her like this if it wasn’t for Presley’s cute challenge. Oh, she knew what she was doing. She knew that I couldn’t think about anything else if this woman – Alessa – came into my office and practically offered herself on the altar of our mutual sexuality.
Did Presley know something about this intern that I didn’t? Doesn’t matter. I have a habit of convincing any woman I want to at least kiss me. I’ve been the first and only lesbian lover of many women in this city.
Would it be the same with Alessa, the one who can barely fill out a spreadsheet correctly?
“When I see something I want,” I begin, backing her up against my desk, “I get it. No other alternatives. Period.”
She’s young. Slightly younger than I like to hook up with since I’ve always preferred someone either right at my level or a little above it. Aspirations, and all that. Even so, for a one-night stand, I could do way worse than Alessa.
She’s beautiful, anyway.
I’ve never noticed it before. All right, maybe I have. I’ve seen her come and go around the office, with her round face framed by locks of chestnut hair, perfect for styling and pulling. A throat that begs to be noticed. Posture that entices a grown woman like me whenever she walks into the room and sees her, legs crossed, at her desk updating spreadsheets and flipping through reports. If I were a baser version of myself, I’d slam her against the back of her cheap swivel chair and fuck her until she stopped begging for it – which would only happen when I’ve completely worn her out. But why stop there?
Thinking about that, with her already whimpering beneath me, gets me more aroused than I expected.
In the small amount of time I had between calling her up and Alessa’s arrival, I contacted the head of my security team and had him run a quick background check on her. I’m not only talking about her legal history. We’re talking social media, high school newspaper articles, interoffice comments from her professors, whatever the man has on hand at the last minute. He got back to me saying that Alessa is boring in terms of her social life. No significant other. A short string of friends who may have been lovers but are now out of the picture.
She comes from a middle-class family. Nothing insidious there. Her record is clean, of course, otherwise she wouldn’t have a job here. She’s not like anyone I’ve dated recently. Hell, since I was in high school. Not seriously dated, anyway. I don’t count the random hookups I have when I imbibe a lot and take the first pretty woman I see back to my hotel room.
Alessa is safe. Somewhat boring. Maybe there’s more beneath her surface, but… well, I’ll have to look, won’t I?
I kiss her again. The first kiss had been perfunctory, to gauge her reaction. She hadn’t resisted me. She has that glazed look now. When I kiss her this second time, it’s with the determination to seduce her skirt off.
Instead, the first thing I think as my lips sink against hers is mine.
I cut the kiss short. Her breasts heave up and down beneath me, but I’m too distracted to admire her cleavage. Mine. It’s been a long time since I felt that way after a first kiss with a girl.
Way, way too long.
So, I kiss her a third time, to make sure.
She’s not a shy kisser. Which is good, because it means she’s into it, for now. She might be making one of the most foolish mistakes of her life, but she also knows it’s a mistake worth making. Because it’s me. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out she’s already in love with me. Half the queer women in this building fantasize about me bedding them.
Mine. She’s mine.
You’re right, brain. She’s ours. Our perfect submissive darling. For tonight, anyway.
I do love it when someone instantly melts in my arms. That look burning in her heavy-lidded eyes… ah, she’s responding to my drive to dominate. Her legs ease open without a single thought on her part. I almost wish she had her hair up so I could rip it down for her.
Not only is this going to be one of the easiest bets I’ve ever won, but I’m going to enjoy every moment of it too.
What to do… what to make her do…
I can’t wait. Alessa will submit to me. In her way, but she will submit.
“Julianna…”
“Madam,” I correct her. The urge to dominate her in this tryst surges through my body, like sexual adrenaline. I won’t let her ruin the moment. From when she walked through those office doors and into my professional abode, she became mine. Mine to tease, mine to play with, and mine to dominate.
“Madam...” That’s more like it. The way that word blows off her breath reminds my core how desperate it can get. I glance at the clock. Forty-five minutes to close this deal. More than enough time, although I’d love to take Alessa home and toy with her some more after this. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m your intern.”
My hand tickles her thigh. She quivers, eyes closing as she relaxes against my desk. Yes, part your thighs, my sweet. All the easier for me to inch my fingers toward your tender center.
“Ah…” She shudders so hard I almost worry she’s going to lose her balance again. Damn. You’d think no one has ever touched her there before. “Madam.”
Her heat pulls my finger beneath her cotton underwear. My fingertip patiently dips into her slit, my eyes absorbing every one of her subtle reactions. She continues to relax. Her nether lips open and draw my finger in. I’d almost think she was this wet before she got here. What was she doing when I called? I believe she was touching herself, fingering this spot like I’m about to.
I press my finger to the first knuckle. Her whimpers now echo in my office. Cheeks flushed, Alessa’s tongue ekes out of her mouth and flicks against her lips. I wonder what they would feel like all over my body.
Only one knuckle, yet she tightens around it. She’s hooked. I knew it. Few can say no to me. Even fewer can come to their senses once a part of me is inside of them.
“Ms. Marcon,” she moans, leaning so far back against my desk that I could lay on top of her. I think I will, later. “Madam…” Keep saying that, Alessa. Yes, yes, suck more of my finger into your pussy. Grip me, take me deep inside. Preview what is to come for our mutual pleasure. Let your legs give out so I’m forced to pull out my finger and rip open my jacket to breathe. Go ahead and slip toward the floor. The closer your face gets to my clit, the happier I am. “Ms. Marcon, I’m your employee and barely twenty-one years old. Do you really want to do this?”
I take her by the wrist and help her back up. Right into my arms, of course. “What does your age have to do with anything?” As if I don’t know how old she is. You must be twenty to work here as an intern, outside of exceptional cases. “I don’t think you’re too immature for me if that’s the problem.” Please, you should have seen me when I was in college. Embarrassing.
“I’m a virgin!”
Our widened eyes meet. This is the most alert I think we have been in ten minutes.
A virgin.
Presley Bradford would pick a damned virgin. One she knew I’d probably want to sleep with. Well, Alessa will be damned once I'm through with her.
Honestly, aside from any women who may have never divulged the information before, I don’t think I’ve ever had a first-time partner.
Still, I want her. Now.
“That doesn’t concern me any,” I mutter. “I’ll get you a drink first.”
I leave her on my desk and go to my stocked bar in the back corner of my office. The scent of whisky hits me before I open the bottle and pour two shots. One for me, one for her. She probably needs it more. Me? I simply want a drink before I make my move.
“Cheers.” We clink our glasses together. I down mine in one shot. She makes the mistake of sipping hers. Still, I watch her take every drop between pursed lips. Someone doesn’t like whisky, but she’ll drink it anyway. Both shot glasses end up on my desk. Alessa attempts to get her expression under control.
She is beautiful. Her hair accentuates both her changing expressions and her voluptuous body so well. Thin, red lips drive me up the wall. My desire yearns to teach her the ways of dominance and submission. One look from her demands to know the touch of a heavy-handed but reasonable woman.
“Close your eyes.” I grab my springtime scarf off my coat rack and walk behind her. The scarf wraps around her eyes, my fingers tugging against the edges to make sure she’s completely blindfolded. It may be dark in my office, but I don’t want to risk it. Perhaps it’s best if she can’t see what’s going on. Too much stimulation. She should focus on physical pleasure first. The taste of sex. The smell of sex. Beholding it with her virgin eyes can come next time.
Dearie me, already thinking of next time.
I pull her ass up onto my desk and part her legs. She snaps them shut again.
“Don’t be shy, Alessa.”
Her nipples poke through her bra and blouse, enticing me. I don’t bother unbuttoning this useless blouse. I rip it open and gaze upon what’s beneath. What’s she going to do about it? I’ll buy her another one before she leaves.
I pinch her nipple through her lily-white bra. It hardens twice as much as the other one. Has a woman ever wanted me so much before?
My body throbs to know her carnally, to show her how wonderful sex is. Let alone sex with me. Then? I’ll teach her the joys of submission.
But first, this.
I lean in and whisper in her ear. “You belong to me, Alessa. Every part of you. But I’ll start with your cunt.”