CHAPTER 11
Olivia
Ethan looks like a man possessed…an animal, as he stares at me. His pupils dilate as the late afternoon sun illuminates him. I immediately feel my pulse skyrocket and every hair on my body stand on end. I just stand there next to his chair, not knowing what’s going to happen next.
Is he going to fire me? Is he going to punish me? Or is he going to do something I definitely want, but can’t imagine actually happening?
“Put your hands on the desk,” he says. His voice is even deeper than it’s normal bass tones.
His tone could be considered too dominating and even controlling, but when he says it to me I do as I’m told. It’s just getting me so, so wet I have no choice but to do what he says.
I feel wetness under my palms as they make contact with the wood. I move my hips slightly to try and readjust my panties which are quickly becoming soaked and causing a sensation in-between my legs.
“Spread your legs,” he says as he walks toward me. His back is straight and powerful. His posture beyond dominant.
I can’t even describe what it is about him. I just know I’m in trouble and now I’m going to pay the price.
He walks around behind me and I feel his business suit rub against my skirt. Even thought it was Saturday I dressed to impress. There’s no way I’m walking into the building that bears the name Stone Solutions not dressed to the nines.
“Do I make you nervous?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say softly.
“Good,” he says.
I feel his finger on the tip of my spine. He runs it all the way down to my tailbone and my body shivers and my ass tightens.
I hear the chair move as he sits down.
He places his hands on the outside of my thighs causing me to breathe in deeply.
I hear the sound of fabric moving and jump when suddenly his suit jacket lands on his desk. I turn back to see what’s happening.
“Eyes forward,” he says, as he looks at me with a devilishly sly expression.
“You want this and I want it too. I’m going to show you this slick tongue isn’t just made for the boardroom. It can make your wildest dreams come true, just as easily as it can crush the dreams of anyone foolish enough to challenge me in the business world.”
I didn’t quite understand exactly what he had in mind, but I had a pretty good idea…and I was dying to find out exactly what he had planned.
“I need to see what’s mine,” he says.
His hands move up and down the outside of my thighs again. I can feel the pressure of his fingertips through my skirt. When he reaches the bottom he hooks his thumbs underneath my skirt. I finally feel his skin on mine and know for a fact he can see the huge goose bumps that are now covering my body.
Slowly he lifts his hands, taking my skirt up along with them. I feel the fabric move along my ass until suddenly I know my cheeks are exposed to him. Only a thin layer of cotton separates my pussy from his face.
I feel the warmth of his breath against my warm juices which are dripping now, but about to flow like a faucet any second.
I can’t see what he’s doing but I know he’s back there, and he is close. Close as in gynecologist close.
Suddenly I feel a finger against my belly button. Oh my god, he slipped his hand inside my skirt without touching an inch of my skin…until now.
He slowly drags his finger straight back down, finding the top of my panties and continuing down through my folds before removing it.
I hear a popping sound from his lips.
“You taste just as fucking sweet as I thought. Your pussy is like the sweetest fruit and I want it all for myself.”
My throat tightened. I could feel my nipples hard inside my bra.
I arched my back slightly and was greeted with a firm slap across my ass.
“I didn’t tell you you could move…bad girl,” he says.
“I want you to spank me,” I say.
“What you want and what you’ll get are two separate things. I make the rules here and what I say goes.”
God, his so authoritative.
I feel both of his hands come straight forward and grab my ass as he kneads it. I can only imagine how it looks and I start to get self-conscious.
“Your pussy may taste sweeter than peaches, but these two candy apple cheeks look just as fucking delicious.”
He continues massaging my ass with those firm, long fingers of his as a moan escapes me.
His grip becomes more and more firm until it moves to the sides, taking my panties in his grasp and yanking them down to my mid thigh.
I feel the cool air hit my lips and my eyes open wide.
And then I feel a long, hard, wet, curled object tickle my clit before sliding back through my folds. Oh my god, his tongue.
His hands come forward on my ass again pushing me forward as I hear the chair slide back and his knees hit the floor as he buries his face inside my pussy.