Chapter 5 – Clayton
Damn it, Clayton, what have you gotten yourself into? This woman walks into your life and the company you helped build, and you just fucking fall for her? Just like that? What is wrong with you?
I couldn’t help having these thoughts as I talked to Mandy. I couldn’t understand what I was even doing. I would have just ignored any other new hire’s sad sob story, but this girl is so different. So real.
Am I crossing a line here? Do bosses do what I’m doing? They do, right? Sure. I’m helping her get a new place. It’s a relocation package. Yeah, that’s it. That’s all I’m doing. And I can’t help it that she makes my dick hard and it’s obvious she likes me too. I can’t help it that I take what I want, and what I want right now is her.
“Has this guy hurt you?” I asked. “I mean, physically?”
“No,” said Mandy. “Nothing like that. But the risks he takes. I’m afraid to go back to the house. I honestly am.”
She leaned in close to whisper. I could see her ample cleavage under her jacket. Her perfume wafted over me—a scent of cinnamon mixed with apples, perfect for the holiday season—and I could feel my cock getting even harder. I hugged her, which didn’t help.
“Your boyfriend is a fool,” I told her. “He’s risking everything. Worse, he’s risking you. If you were my girlfriend, I would only make you feel like the most special woman in the world.”
“You would?”
“Of course. You deserve it.”
For a moment, we were lost in each other’s eyes. There was a spark there. I could tell she was feeling it. And maybe she was feeling the bulge in my pants, too. She seemed to be digging it.
Most girls did, but I couldn’t believe my luck—that this girl who had so completely overwhelmed me was obviously feeling the same way about me. She didn’t seem to think it was worrisome that I was her boss. Perhaps I could actually fuck her.
Don’t go there, not even in your mind or you might not be able to come back from it, I told myself, but I wasn’t used to listening to advice, even my own. I’ve never been a fucking rule follower. So I let myself think about all the things I wanted to do to her. Hike up her skirt so I could see her pussy. Dive deep into it with my hands, my mouth, my cock…
“You know, Christmas is coming up. Perhaps a hefty bonus could help your situation,” I suggested, trying to get myself back on track.
“Oh, I couldn’t,” she insisted. “It’s coming up so soon and I just started. What would your other employees say?”
“It’s fine. They get bonuses too. My brother and I do quite well here. We built this company from nothing. Used to be just me, him and a warehouse guy!”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, it was crazy. We couldn’t afford to rent enough space, so we had to work for the warehouse guy as part of our rent.”
“You guys are nuts!” she laughed.
Oh, man. That laugh. It was intoxicating.
And she was right. We were nuts. But it helped to be a bit nuts when starting and running a company.
“We managed. Carl makes the crazy deals. Me? I take care of things. I can take care of you.”
She looked up. Uh, oh. Crossed a line.
“You don’t even know me,” she blushed.
“I know enough. I know there’s a spark here. I know you feel it too.”
I shouldn’t have said it, but I couldn’t help myself. I was used to taking what I wanted, and I wanted her. She stood up and walked a few feet away, unsure of what to do. She shut the door to the office lobby.
“I’m sorry, too forward?” I asked.
“No, I feel it too,” she said, leaning on one foot and scraping the carpet with her other toe. “I just thought we might need some…privacy.”
Privacy, huh? I liked the sound of that. Her mind was obviously going in the same direction that mine was.
“I’d like to take you out,” I told her. “I gotta be honest, the moment I saw you I was struck.”
“Yeah? And what else do you want to do with me?”
Finally. I liked her feistiness, and the fact that she was coming onto me as much as I was coming onto her. It let me know I wasn’t crossing any lines she wasn’t okay with. And it showed me she was ready to take what I had to give her.
“Honestly? I’d like to set you gently down on that desk. First, I’d kiss your neck. Slowly at first, then faster. I would take my hands and move them up and down your body while kissing you.”
Now she was looking me in the eyes, as she was standing on the tippy toes of both of her feet, since she was much shorter than I was. It was like she was bracing herself for me and I was at full mast in my pants. My cock was raging, wanting to break free and own her.
“What else?” she asked, breathlessly.
“I would peel off your jacket and then open your blouse. Then I would reach up your leg and slowly pull off your panties. I would unbutton your shirt and gently kiss your breasts. Then with one hand, I’d undo your bra and pull your bra off, but leave your open shirt.”
“Yeah?” she swallowed, uneasily. A little moan escaped her lips as she asked me to tell her what else I wanted to do to her. It was clearly hard for her to refrain from jumping on me right then and there. And I fucking loved it. “What else?”
“I would play with your nipples, nice and slow, teasing you but making you feel good at the same time. Then I would kneel down while you opened your legs on the desk. I would stick my head between your legs and start slowly licking your pussy. All around it. Then the lips. Then I would gently part them and lick long and deep inside you. Your clit would get a tongue lashing and then my tongue would go deep in that tight hole of yours.”
“My tight little wet hole?” she asked, nearly panting now.
“Yeah, it would be really fucking wet for me.”
“It’s wet for you right now. I’ve been dripping wet since I first saw you.”
I fucking knew it. But I didn’t let on that I was glad to hear it. It was all I could do to hold back.
“Oh, it would get wetter, I promise,” I told her, staring at her curvy hips and that luscious ass; those big tits with their cleavage slightly peeking out of her blouse. “Then, just before you climax, I would stop. I would undo my pants and pull out my cock, which is already rock hard.”
That was no lie. I was rock hard just telling her this. There was no mistaking the giant boner I had at this point. Mandy bit her lower lip and then her finger.
“What would you do with that big cock?” she asked.
“Once my cock was out and so big and hard for you, I would enter your wet, tight pussy just a little. Just the tip, then I’d pull out.”
Mandy made a noise like I was already doing it. She began to suck on her finger. Hell yes. How I wanted her to suck on my dick like that, and she knew it.
“Then, in a little more, then out,” I told her. “Than in deeper, harder, faster. Then finally, balls deep. You’re so wet and inviting it slides right in. Your pussy’s so tight and wet. I’d fuck you hard and fast right on this desk. I’d grab your ass cheeks so I could go as deep as possible inside you. I’d put your ankles right up to my ears and fuck your wet, tight little pussy hole with my big cock.”
I could tell Mandy was really turned on. Her finger was still jammed in her mouth and she was still sucking on it like I knew she wanted to suck on my cock. She was squirming where she stood, looking unsure whether she should touch herself or me or both. It was a hot tease. Anyone could walk into the office at any minute. It wasn’t locked. I just prayed that since everyone had just eaten lunch, no one was walking in to talk to me.
Mandy was looking at the door too. I couldn’t tell if she was afraid if someone would walk in, or if she liked the excitement of knowing they might. I thought it was a mix of both.
I had to admit, it was hot to think about us getting caught. She could be my naughty little sex slave, for me to do whatever I wanted with—I could tell from that look in her eyes that she would let me—and our only care in the world would be whether or not someone from the office would catch us. Even then, what could they do but complain that the boss had a pet?
She arched her lovely hips towards me, as if inviting me in. Her eyes were looking at me lustfully from under long lashes. I wanted to see my cock in her mouth like her finger was now. I wanted her to lick her own juices off of my finger, after I got done pounding her tight little pussy.
There was so much I wanted to do to her that I almost didn’t know where to start. It wasn’t like me to feel this discombobulated. I honestly had no idea what had come over me but I liked it.
Finally, I moved forward, ready to pounce on her like a wild animal. She had a hungry look in her eyes, letting me know she was ready too, as if that finger half hanging out of her mouth didn’t already let me know.
I knew I should never have gone down this path, but I couldn’t stop. I moved forward to take her right there on the desk. It was going to be epic, and I didn’t want to turn back now.
But just as I leaned into kiss her, someone barged into my office.
God damn it.
It was my brother Carl, of course. Leave it to him to try to stop me from having a good time. Or maybe to try to join in.