Chapter 5
Alessa
Julianna has already torn open my blouse. Hard nipples, blindfolded and touched until I’m wet enough to take everything she offers me. It’s quite the combo.
I sit on her desk. Must be worth thousands of dollars. Yet here I am, legs spread open, waiting for her next touch. Either she’ll have me and make me come all over her expensive desk, or I’ll sit here and do it myself.
“Madam?”
“Quiet.” She shushes me with another light kiss. That same finger from before teases my slit again. I fall back on her desk, wanting to writhe if it gets me more pleasure. I’m certainly hungry for it now. I’m not even embarrassed or ashamed. Go on, Ms. Marcon. Give it to me. I’ve already been a bad girl and gone way past our professional boundaries. Might as well close the deal, ma’am.
Go ahead. Take my virginity. Bet it turns you on.
She does one better in this moment. Her clothes slip against my skin, her breath hitting my thighs. Before I can beg for it, her tongue snakes against my wet slit. I gasp, back arching. She’s going to do it. She’s going to go down on me, then fuck me. This is it. This is how I lose my virginity. Not in the back of some high schooler’s car, not in someone’s dorm room, but in the billion-dollar office of a catch like Julianna Marcon.
Clearly, I knew what I was doing when I accidentally saved myself for this moment.
Julianna is… talented.
Experienced is the word. With one flick of her expert tongue, I’m sucking in my breath and wiggling on her desk like I’ve never had my clit stimulated before. I seriously can’t believe it. Me. Alessa Penrose, a completely average girl compared to the others who work here, getting her thighs bathed by Ms. Marcon’s tongue. How many has this woman pleasured? No, no, don’t tell me that. Let me feel special for now. Special enough to have this gorgeous and powerful woman’s mouth all over my pussy.
She’s not shy around it, that’s for sure. Her tongue sinks between both folds, swirling around my clit, sometimes flicking directly against it. That same tongue dips inside me more than once. Wet, soft, curious. A triad of new experiences for someone like me. It’s not enough to be blindfolded, blouse torn open, and legs spread wide, is it? I have to take whatever pleasure she gives me. And she’s giving it. As her hands rub my thighs and wrap around my gently thrusting hips, I sigh from the peace it gives me, my whole body trembling for more.
Anything. As long as it’s more.
“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Please, madam.” I wish I could see her right now. The woman blindfolded me, saying it would be too much to handle if I witnessed my deflowering with my two eyes. Julianna was right, though. This is certainly more intimate. Her tongue caressing me. Her breath heavy upon me. Thumbs, fingers pressing into my wiggling hips to keep me in place, marking me in the process. I can’t see her face, but I can feel her intent. She was right. I belong to her. Maybe only for tonight, but at least for tonight I’m hers.
She can do whatever she wants to me. God, this is so stupid. I’ll probably regret this Monday morning when I’m fired for fucking the boss. But I’d probably regret not doing it now.
Losing my virginity to a woman as amazing as this? I’d be crazy to turn it down. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that others would kill for!
The experience is mine. For free. I can get another job or internship. I can’t get another Ms. Marcon to eat me out and…
“Mind yourself,” she growls against my thigh. “I’m the one talking. Understand?”
I nod, barely comprehending what she said. “Yes, madam.”
“Good.” Julianna stands, her legs keeping mine spread open. I know how wet I am. Even if I didn’t, the hum of approval on her lips as she kisses me, my scent crashing against my face, tells me all I need to know. “Think I’ll fuck you. Now.”
I tense up at her words. She must sense my apprehension, for she kisses me gently as she parts my legs and guides a hand toward my opening.
“I’ll ease you into it.”
My body instantly relaxes. Although she doesn’t say it, I hear the implied, “If it hurts too much, if you want to stop, say so.” Julianna controls every second, but I have the power to stop it. Great heavens, I am a lucky woman!
I try to tell myself this isn’t a big deal. So what if I’ve never been penetrated by someone before? So what if I don’t know the difference between the feel of skin and a toy? I could tell her these thoughts. Tell her everything going through my mind. Maybe make a request or two. This is already so much like that one erotic video I saw on the… well, I can’t do that. I can’t tell Julianna Marcon what to do. I mean, yes, I could literally tell her what I’d like, and she probably would do it, but do I want her to follow my lead?
Really? Do I want to ruin every fantasy playing through this moment right now? The hottest woman I know. The most powerful woman I know. Come on. She’s so influential, both in and out of the office, that she’d probably do whatever she wants anyway. She’d probably decimate my body in the best way possible even if I asked for it to be so gentle I barely feel it.
I want her to fuck me. I want the whole experience. I want to be able to say that I fucked a woman like this when she was in her prime. That my first time was so hedonistic that we both succumbed to our base instincts that told us to fuck fuck fuck, consequences be damned.
I like that. Consequences be damned.
Fuck me, Julianna.
Now.
“Oh…” I’m still not prepared for the invasive sensation pushing into me. It’s so slow, so deliberate that I can’t help but believe this would be a different experience if I never told her this was my first time. She’d probably thrust as if I knew what to expect.
Maybe next time. If there is a next time.
“Relax,” she says again. So, I relax. How can I tense up with that soothing voice bidding me to lie back and take her body into mine? I was right. This isn’t a big deal. It’s “just” sex. People do this every day like it’s no big deal. I’ll treat it the same way. Nope. Not a big deal.
No… problem… oh my God…
There is more than one finger at play here!
“That’s it.” Her smug persona permeates her silky voice. “Take them all.”
I thought that vibrator I bought was a lot? I don’t care if you tell me Julianna Marcon has an average-sized hand for a woman. I am not prepared for how much she splits me open in this position, or how deep, deep her fingers slowly slide, bringing her closer to me until I cry out from the overwhelming sensations. Yet at the same time, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something so damn satisfying.
Nothing, nobody has ever touched me like this before. One moment I’m hyperfocused on my body doing something it was born to do, and the next? All I can think about is grabbing her camisole and begging her to fuck me, to show me what a woman can do with her body.
Show me what I’ve been missing out on until now!
“Tell me you like that, Alessa.” She’s not out of breath. She’s high. On me. On my body squeezing her fingers because I’m so tight – I should know because every slight movement of her hand stretches me wide open. Even though I know my body’s meant to do that, it still blows my mind. Holy shit, right? This is how hungry I am for her. This is how much I need her. My body will do anything, anything to make her fuck me!
“Yes,” I whisper. I want to be louder, but my voice won’t work with me. It, like the rest of me, is overwhelmed.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
Julianna slowly pulls her fingers out of me again. She hasn’t been in me for twenty seconds, and I’m already feeling like a part of me is missing. We had it. We had some primal connection that I may never experience again.
“Please. Give it to me again.”
My beseeching pleases her in ways I cannot anticipate.
Julianna pushes me dow on her desk, my back hitting the wood with such force that a resounding thump blasts through the room. My heels are on the edge of the desk, knees pointed in the air as my toes curl and my inner walls contract with more arousal. Fuck me, I’m so wet. I think my body might want her more than my mind does!
She clasps my wrists together above my head. My fingers can grab the other side of her desk, but they’re too busy fidgeting together in excitement.
Her breath caresses my mouth. “I’ve already been inside you. You’re no virgin anymore, Alessa, but I can make sure the job is done if you’d like.”
I whimper in relentless need for her. “Yes, madam.” Cool and collected Alessa wants to joke that she knows Julianna is a Capricorn, and Capricorns always finish the job. That same Alessa wants to quip that her hefty hand has already opened me up, so what the hell is going to go in there if not her? Yet I’m not that Alessa anymore. I’m inexperienced Alessa, and she needs to be guided, to be shown the ins and outs of sex. “Finish it, madam.”
That word slips off my tongue so easily. We’re not simply boss and employee anymore. She gets off on me calling her madam. I admit, I get off on calling her that too. It gives me security in this situation. I don’t have to be amazing, but I must be willing and ready to learn. Ms. Marcon will show me what I need to know.
The tip of her finger draws lazy circles around my entrance. It gets us both wetter, I know that much—but it also teases me to the point I’m writhing against her desk. The desk she’s pinned me to with her strong hand.
The other hooks beneath my thigh and forces my legs wide open. I can’t close them, even if I want to. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I didn’t know she could get deeper!
Nope. I am definitely no virgin. Not only in pedantry, either. She could send me packing right now and I would confidently proclaim my lack of virginal qualities from here on out.