Once the building empties, I sense a presence in the doorway of Isaac’s office. I don’t glance up right away, I try to steady myself. I haven’t ever been a sex slave before, and it’s scary as hell. He can ask me to do whatever he wants and I’m worried that I won’t have a choice in the matter, because he’s paying my salary.
But then I drag my eyes up because I know that I have to, and I’m shocked to see a thick lust in his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine. The intense desire in his face changes this from a business transaction to something else. It’s a little more intense now. It almost knocks me from my chair.
“Are you okay?” This question shocks me too, it’s like he actually cares.
“I… I’m okay. I’m doing okay. Do you want me to come with you?”
I almost rise from my seat, but then he takes a couple of giant strides and closes the gap between us. I stare up at him, not knowing what’s going to happen next, but I sure as hell wasn’t expecting him to cup my cheeks in his hand. Softly, he leans down to kiss me with a gentle touch. It’s almost romantic but it’s strange as well.
“I… I…” I don’t know what I’m about to say, but it doesn’t come out because his lips caress mine. Again, he’s being gentle with me. It helps me to relax and mold into him a little bit. My hands even reach out and brush against his legs because I actually want to kiss him too.
What’s this feeling? It’s like mini explosions in the pit of my stomach, a fizzing of anticipation in my veins, I actually like this. Like I’m really into it. I want more. This is no longer a chore.
I rise up, this time with much more confidence, to meet him and I circle my arms around his waist as my lips part and his tongue snakes inside. It feels so freaking good that I roll my hips against him. A dragon of desire that I locked away long ago comes flying out. It’s so unexpected, so passionate, so driven.
Isaac lifts me up and places my butt on my desk, making me squeal. This is nothing like I expected it to be, this isn’t clinical and business like. It’s a really sexy office hook up with my boss and I love it. I even wrap my legs around him and draw him closer to me. His bulge presses against my core, setting me on fire.
He’s going to ask me to strip in a moment, I remind myself. He’s going to need to see me, to get something from this… I just have to keep reminding myself that this is all about him and his pleasure, not me.
But then his hands slide up my thighs, towards where I’m desperately pulsing for him, and any sense flies out of my mind. I’m no longer rational at all, I’m on fire, screaming out for him.
“You are beautiful,” he murmurs while his lips find my throat. I tilt my head back and allow him to kiss me there because I really freaking love it. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you are.”
There are so many questions I want to ask, so many things I need to understand, but all the air strips from my lungs before I can. His fingers unexpectedly slip into my panties and stroke my soaking wet slit. I lean back automatically, resting on my elbows while he plunges his fingers in and circles me.
Fuck, this feels so good. I can’t stop panting and mews flying out of my throat because this is so incredible. Isaac is an expert with his hands. The way that he’s now drawing patterns on my clit is dragging me deep under the waters of pleasure. I can’t even move, I don’t want this to stop, it’s just so good. It’s supposed to be all about him and his pleasure, but he’s making it all about me… this is strange, but it’s been too long. I fucking need it.
“Oh shit, Isaac, this is too…” I toss my head back, hitting the desk hard, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t even notice the pain, all I can feel are the incredible sensations at my core.
He’s tipping me far too close to the edge already. I’m about to completely lose it.
My hands run up my own body and I cup my breast, squeezing and brushing my nipples through the material, loving the incredible sparks and bolts of bliss that dart through me. But once Isaac sees what I’m doing, he replaces my hand with his free one and he somehow manages to focus on both areas of my body, sending my head flying in the clouds. He touches me far better than I could ever touch myself.
“Fuck.” I arch my back and roll my hips against his hand. I need more now, so much more. I want him.
“What do you want?” he rasps in a gravelly voice. Seeing me all unhinged like this must turn him on.
“You,” I pant back. “I want you.”
“What do you want me to do to you?” He sounds more like my boss than ever before. I have to admit that I kinda like it. The whole bossy thing is quite thrilling. I didn’t think that I would like being dominated…
“I want you to fuck me,” I snap back, not bothering to mince my words.
He pauses for just a beat, taking his hand from me. For a split second, I wonder if I have misread the situation, and that was something I wasn’t supposed to say…but then I hear the relieving sound of a zipper. The next moment, his cock is teasing my entrance and I’m about to scream with frustration. It doesn’t matter how much I try to grind into him, he has complete control over me right now.
“Now,” I command. “I need you now, Isaac.”
He chuckles a sexy, throaty sound, and slams into me, causing a guttural sound to fly out of my mouth. The thrusts start off slow and steady, again he’s taking my feelings into consideration, which is a wonderful, crazy unexpected turn of events. But I want more. I need more. So, I wrap my legs around his waist and drive him in deeper. He hits the back of me, grinding against all the right spots, and I love it. The dragon of desire is getting a tiny glimpse of satisfaction and I’m desperately hungry for more.
I need everything from Isaac, I want all of him. I even push myself up into a sitting position to meet him, to kiss him hard. The lines are blurred, this definitely isn’t what it’s supposed to be. It’s better.
The pressure begins to build. I angle myself so every thrust bursts past my clit, and I tense up like crazy as I can feel it creeping through me. It’s hot, burning, fiery, thrilling, and racing. I can’t stop it. I cling to Isaac tightly, needing him to ground me, to keep me connected to the planet as I speed down the tracks towards the edge. I’m on the knife edge of desire, about to tip …
And then I fall.
I fall hard. The bliss crashes through me, shattering me like a tsunami. The waves roll and crash over me, hitting me from every single angle, causing explosions to blow. I can hear noises flying out of me that I haven’t ever heard, but that’s because this pleasure is so intense, more powerful and phenomenal than anything I have ever felt. This is new. It’s crazy, it’s wild, and I love it.
Fuck, Isaac is unexpected. Everything about him. The pleasure he’s given me is something else. Now, as the post orgasmic bliss swims around me, I find myself excited for the next time this happens. If sexual favors are going to feel like this every single time, then I am all for it.