you know it can be a struggle to write..and it builds up and builds up…but just like anything else, it won’t happen all by itself, so sometimes you put on your big girl panties–or in this case, remove them–and just do it. ~n~
Her fingers rubbed madly at her cunt as she watched the scene unfolding in front of her. He was fucking her, fists in her hair, her tits swinging wildly as he pounded her from behind.
“Goddammm!” she moaned, feeling the wave growing stronger, rolling to that final peak. He was a vicious beast ramming himself into the woman who’s face was pressed hard against the window of the building across the wide street and 5 floor below where Jayne stood, rubbing.
“every *gasp* fucking *gaspmoan* niiiiiIIIIIeeeeeettttt…ohhhgawddddddd…”
Her hips bucked forward, humping her fist as her orgasm swelled, consuming her.
With a shiver, she fell to her knees, head pressed against the thick carpet. This was the 12th night that she’d been watching Him. Every night a different woman, making him, in her opinion, a professional Dom.
“Or a man-slut,” she murmured, pushing up from the carpet before her leaking cunt stained it. Knees shuddering, she padded to the shower.
“Mr. Kinsey is here to see you, Ms. Jamison.”
“Send him in, then go home, Gwen.”
With a grateful smile, her secretary, slipped back out. She heard Gwen’s voice guiding Kinsey to the door, the snap of her desk lamp, and the smooth roll of her desk drawer as she prepared to leave.
Thankfully he was the last interview of the day, then she could go home. This tiresome day had gone on and on. Now the sunset had faded and the lights of the city winked at her back through the wide windows lining the wall behind her. She kept the light on her desk turned low. When he stepped into the room, she was glad that the light wasn’t stronger.
It was him.
“Ms. Jamison,” he proffered his hand. “A pleasure to meet you, at last.”
She took his hand, gave a firm handshake. Did his thumb caress the back of her hand or was she just imagining it?
Rising from her desk, she invited him towards the sitting area, choosing the seat that kept her face in shadow. She felt flushed, yet a rush of adrenaline made it difficult to appear relaxed. He spoke, but she was only paying scant attention. His lips moved, just as they did when he spoke to his girl of the day. His voice was sensual, no other word would fit. The tones, timbre, pitch all husky, sexy, deep. When his lips stopped moving, it took a moment to register.
“Oh..uh..” she stumbled, embarrassed to be caught being inattentive.
“I’m sorry, am I here at a bad time? I know it’s quite late. I’m afraid that I pressured your secretary for an opportunity…”
She mentally shook herself.
“No…it’s…just a long day, as they all are lately.” She smiled briefly. “I do apologize.”
He rose, putting her on alert.
“Please, allow me?”
He was behind her, fingers resting lightly on her shoulders.
“Tension is the real killer these days. A quick light massage can help with that.”
The fingers dug deeper, making her moan.
“See?” His voice was a low and husky whisper. “You’re so tensed up. A little bit of work here and you’ll feel much better. This is why you should consider hiring me…an on-site massage therapist would be of great benefit to you, and the company.”
As his fingers wound around her shoulders, back up to her neck, she felt herself melting.
“I…” she cleared her throat as his fingers did magical things to her neck. “I can definitely see the advantages, Mr. Kinsey.”
She wanted to moan when his fingers left her body. She tried to stop the rise of her nipples as he moved back to his chair, but his touch had stimulated even more than it had relaxed.
“If you’re willing, we can go a bit further. I think you need some real work on your back,” he said.
Was there a challenge in his eyes?
“Really?” she said, her voice cool.
He rose again, stepped forward, took her wrist. A quick tug pulled her to her feet. He gestured to the window.
“The whole city is out there. Look at them all, racing there and back.”
He pressed her palms to the window, her forehead to the cool glass. His fingers ran up and down her spine, a firm push that she felt to her toes. He tugged her blouse free from her skirt, then slid his hands up, gliding over her skin. Reaching her bra strap, he released it, murmuring.
“So much better, yes?”
She made a soft sound of acquiescence.
When he unzipped her skirt, cupped her ass, she moaned. One wide palm slid up her back again, slid under her to cup her tit, and pinch her nipple firmly. His other grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
“I saw you watching,” he murmured. “I wonder who will be watching you?”