Lesley
Sitting behind my desk, I’m working like I always have when my phone beeps. When I go to check, I notice it’s an email sent to my private account … the panty-selling one.
From: [email protected]
Still got some panties for sale? I’d like to get my hands on some … Right now.
My jaw practically drops, but I immediately glance around the room, hoping no one has noticed.
Why is he doing this? On this email? And why now?
From: [email protected]
What are you doing? This isn’t professional. We could get caught. I can’t email you on this account anymore. You have to stop.
I quickly press send, hoping he gets the message and stops using this as an excuse to get me to talk to him. He’s got work to do. I know so because I saw him talking on the phone almost half the day. He’s been typing away on his laptop the other half, so I know he’s busy.
From: [email protected]
What am I doing? I think that’s obvious, isn’t it? I want your panties. Stick ‘em up and hand ‘em over.
I groan but still reply because he’s getting on my nerves now. What if someone passes me and sees this? We can’t have that happening. Shit would definitely go down then.
From: [email protected]
Someone could see this shit! I’m not getting caught. And really, don’t you have work to do? Don’t say no because I know you do, so then you’d be a liar. And we all know what I think of liars.
His response is almost immediate. It’s like he’s glued to his screen. I can almost see him in front of me, smirking as he reads my messages and gloating to himself. Fucker.
From: [email protected]
Who cares what others think? I don’t. They’ll find out anyway; it’s only a matter of time. About that panty-selling thing … now that I can keep quiet. As long as you bring me your panties … And the pussy that’s wearing them.
I’m fully loaded. Or do you think I’m lying? Since you seem to think that’s all I do, might I offer up my time and cock to prove to you that I’m not?
Sincerely … your boss
Oh my god, what is he doing? I can’t believe I’m actually getting turned on by this. Jesus, this is so bad. He is so bad. But I like it. Goddammit.
From: [email protected]
If you’re just my boss, you shouldn’t be anywhere near this email address right now. Just saying.
And by the way … this is so unprofessional, using business-time for a private engagement.
Can’t you save it for when we’re done with work? Like, call me to come over later?
I sigh, trying to work with him, but I know that once he gets something in his head, he’s going to pursue it, no matter the cost. It’s admirable but also totally inappropriate at times. Like now, for example. He really doesn’t seem to care at all. It’s kind of funny.
From: [email protected]
I’m not just your boss, Lesley. I’m both your boss and the guy who makes you go crazy with lust. You don’t have to say no to either. You can have it all. Just saying.
And by the way … I’m done with my tasks for today.
I can’t save it for later. I want you in my office. Now.
For some reason, that actually made my pussy thump. Fucking hell. Sometimes I hate him for it, but I can’t help but feel so goddamn tempted as well. It’s the hormones, clearly. What else could it be? Love? No way. Right?
Still, I can’t help but grin as I type something back.
From: [email protected]
Is that a threat? Because if it is, you have to give me an ‘if.’ Otherwise, there are no options for me to consider.
Also, what guarantee do I have that if I come, I’ll be able to finish my work later? Unlike you, I still have some papers to type out.
When I press send, I can already feel the excitement bubble to the surface.
From: [email protected]
Option 1: Come here and get fucked. Hard. Includes: Tongue and a bit of nibbling. Excludes: Receiving panties back.
Option 2: Wait and see. Includes: Spanking in the bathroom. Excludes: Sex. Exception: Repent, and TJ will let you receive his cum and will finger you afterward.
Option 3: Nothing. Forever. But you won’t pick this option because you know damn well we’re addicted to each other.
Now come here before I’m forced to drag you away from your desk.
I’m not kidding. One way or another, I will have your panties within the hour. Time’s ticking. Papers will wait. This can be quick … or long and tedious.
Your choice.
Well, fuck me. How am I supposed to say no to that? How does anyone ever say no to that?
I can’t. I just can’t.
Or at least, that’s what I tell myself as I march upstairs, pass Gillian with my head held high, and invite myself into his office without knocking.
I slam the door shut and fold my arms, cocking my head. “You rang?”
He bursts out into laughter. “That could not sound any cornier.”
“You asked for it when you sent me that email.”
His brow lifts. “No, I specifically remember asking for your panties.” He beckons me with just one finger. “C’mon then. Show me.”
I narrow my eyes. “What do I get out of it?”
He licks his lips in such a sexy way that I already feel hot and bothered just by looking at him. Especially when he shifts in his seat and leans back assertively, letting his eyes roam freely over my body like he’s already eye-fucking me.
“Me …”
His husky voice creates goose bumps all over my body.
“C’mere,” he says, nodding at the desk in front of him like he wants me to sit there.
I stride toward him, confident that I can give him what he wants and get my work done later. Like he said … I could have both and no one could find out if we keep quiet.
Raising my dress, I perch myself against the wood right in front of him. His hands reach for my waist, and he gently slides up my dress, exposing my panties. The left side of his lips perk up into a cocky smile. “Like what you see?” I muse.
His tongue dips out again to lick his lips. “Oh, yes …”
The way he says it makes my body greedy … willing.
I part my legs and let him see more.
What I’m wearing is a bright red string with nothing covering my ass. And his greedy hands dive underneath, feeling me up, his fingers digging into my skin as he squeezes. “Perfect,” he murmurs.
He scoots his chair forward and brings his head toward my legs, nudging them aside as he leans in and sniffs … his nose and lips pressed firmly to my pussy. It responds with another thump. Fuck, is it getting hot in here, or what.
“I fucking love how you smell …” He groans against the fabric, and I can feel his teeth bite into it. “Is that wrong?”
“No, just as long as it’s only me,” I muse.
He gazes up from underneath his lashes. “There’s no one I want … no one but you.”
The way he says it, so dominating … It just riles me up.
His hand creeps up toward my chest underneath my dress, and as he stands up, he pushes me down. “Lie down … Let me get a good look at you.”
I do what he says, sucking in a breath as his fingers inch closer to my nipples. Right before he reaches them, he stops. Leaning over his desk, he reaches for the cup that holds several pens, scissors, and pencils … and he takes out the scissors.
When he holds them up to me, he murmurs, “Don’t be scared.”
“I never know what to expect with you,” I reply.
He smiles. “Expect sex … and lots of it.” He pushes the scissors close to my thigh, making me clench my legs. A soft snip and my panties are loose. “If you’re with me, that is,” he adds, tucking the panties in his secret panty drawer where he hides the ones he gets from me. “Are you?”
I nod, smiling at the thought of what he does to those panties when I’m not around. It’d probably be something I’d love to watch … and maybe I’d play along too.
“Say the words then,” he murmurs, smashing the scissors back on the desk next to me. He drags my dress up so he can look and lets his fingers roam freely across my pussy. I mewl in delight.
“What words?” I ask, closing my eyes as I let him spoil me.
“What am I to you? Just your boss?” he says as he slides his finger up and down, teasing me.
“More …”
“More what?” he asks, circling my clit with his thumb.
“My … lover,” I reply.
He snickers softly. “Good one.” His hand leaves my pussy, and it feels like he just robbed me of the most amazing fuck ever. So I grasp his wrist and say, “No, don’t stop.”
He jerks his arm free and cocks his head at me, just staring for a while. “Tell me what we are then.”
I lean up on my elbows and say, “Is that why you called me here? To talk about us? I thought you wanted to have sex.”
He towers over me and grabs my chin, making me look at him. “Oh, believe me, I want to and will fuck your brains out every goddamn day of the week if that’s what it takes to make you admit.” I swallow at the prospect. “But first, I need to hear the words from your mouth.”
“Why?”
“Because you matter to me. And after what you did for me … for my mother and brother… I wanna know where we stand.”
I take a deep breath and murmur, “Well …”
His thumb brushes over my lip as he pushes me down to the desk again with sheer intimidation. “Well, what?”
His hand hovers over my chest, and in a desperate attempt to get him to caress me again, I arch my back, but he won’t touch me. Not until I admit what I’ve been feeling. Not until I tell him how I really feel.
“You goddamn blackmailer.”
He grins. “I said I wanted to fuck you and give you all the pleasure in the world. I never said it would be easy.”
“Fine. We’re … more than lovers.”
“What are we?” he says, grabbing my pussy as his lips hover dangerously close to mine. “Are you mine?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Say it then.”
My breath hitches in my throat as his grip on my pussy tightens. “I’m yours.” I can feel it everywhere, in my bones, in my veins … I want him more than anything.
“Will you stop denying yourself this? Denying me this?” His finger dips inside me, and I gasp for air.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan, almost wanting to beg him.
“Good.” He smiles wickedly. “Then I guess that officially makes you my girlfriend.”