Chapter 5
Rena
On Friday morning, I stood in front of my closet. Again. I was back here, looking for something sexy and seductive to wear. This time, it was with a purpose. Before, I had been desperate for attention. This time I knew I was going to get it.
I still couldn’t believe it had gone this far. Brent wanted to fuck me. He had said it in so many words. But I need to find a way to show him that I was interested. “An interesting way,” he’d said.
Just thinking about it made me wet. I pictured him bending me over his desk, pushing up my skirt and sliding his hands over my bare ass. I picture him pushing his cock into my pussy before fucking me from behind, hard and fast so that the desk bit into the carpet beneath it.
I groaned and closed my eyes. I only wore a towel. I had taken the time in the shower to shave everything, and I had put enough lotion on my body that my skin was as soft as rose petals. I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation. I didn’t know when we would do it, but I wanted him now.
When he’d called me in, Brent had been the man in charge. He had given me a speech about no-strings-attached sex and rules I had to abide by. If he thought he had scared me off with his little speech, he had another thing coming. It’d only turned me on more. I loved it when a man took charge. I liked it a little rough. And Brent was all of that. I had yet to find out about the latter, but he looked like he could give a woman a fucking good time.
After Brent had dismissed me, I’d been so turned on I could feel the wet patch in my panties. I had held out until I arrived home and got myself off to the thought of him. Twice.
Once with my hand in my panties, rubbing my own clit until an orgasm had shattered me. It hadn’t been enough. I had wanted more, and the second time I had taken a waterproof toy into the shower and soaped myself up, taking my sweet time to draw it out until I’d cried out in pleasure when I’d orgasmed again.
I had needed to take the edge off, and it had worked—but barely.
This morning, I could think clearly again. I was gearing up for battle. Brent made it sound like I wouldn’t be able to handle him. Well, I would show him what kind of woman I was. I wanted to be irresistible. I wanted him to struggle to hold on to his control before he lost it completely. It was all fun and games as long as he thought he was in charge, but in a sexual relationship between a man and a woman, the woman was in charge. I would show him who was boss.
I had the pussy, after all.
Finally, I decided on a black A-line skirt that hit me midthigh. It showed off my legs beautifully, but it was easy to push up over my ass and I could spread my legs in it farther than in a pencil skirt. I was dirty for thinking about my clothes that way, but I couldn’t help it. I was going to the office today as a piece of ass for Brent. And I loved it.
I settled on a light blue blouse with the skirt, and again I didn’t button it up all the way. I had a sheer black bra underneath my shirt that didn’t hide anything at all, and I didn’t put on the matching panties. Instead, I folded them and put them in my handbag, then left my apartment for work. I felt daring and sexy without my panties on. If a gust of wind lifted my skirt now, I would give the world a show. It was a risk I was willing to take for Brent.
When I arrived in the office, I greeted Margaret as usual. She only glanced at me after saying good morning without commenting on my outfit. Was it too much? I didn’t care. I walked past Joe’s office. He was at his desk, and he grinned at me when I passed. No one in the office knew my dirty secret but me and Brent. It made me feel naughty. I loved that I was doing this, that I walked through the office the same as everyone else but had an ulterior motive.
Before taking care of Brent’s coffee, files, and mail, I slipped into his office and left my panties folded on his desk. This was my answer.
I left the office again, closing the door behind me, and went about my business. I was painfully aware of my bare pussy and how wet I was after I had left Brent his gift. I shivered with pleasure as I thought of his reaction when he found it.
Brent arrived at the office, his nose in his files again. He walked past me without greeting me and walked to his office. I sat behind my desk and wondered what the hell was up with him. Sometimes he could get in such weird moods.
I sat down and started working. It would only be a matter of time before he called me in. I could wait.
It took a full hour before Brent called me in to come see him. I stood and walked into his office.
“Lock the door, Rena,” he said. His voice was gravelly, and a shiver ran down my spine. The way he looked at me when I turned melted me into a puddle of desire. I was so wet, I couldn’t help myself. I walked toward the seat opposite Brent, but he motioned with his head for me to come around the table. He had never done this before. I swallowed and did as he asked. When I stood next to him, Brent looked up at me with impossibly blue eyes. He put his hand on my thigh, and my breath hitched in my throat. Slowly, he slid his hand upward. My breathing was fast and shallow as he slid his hand higher and higher. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.
When Brent touched my pussy, I gasped softly. He ran his finger along my pussy lips slowly, torturously, before he pushed his fingers into my slit. He flicked my clit once, and I swallowed hard, trying not to lose it right away. My legs trembled. How long had I been waiting for this? His fingers were sure; he knew exactly what he was doing.
I opened my legs wider, giving him space. Brent slid his fingers up and down my slit once or twice more before he pushed a finger into me. I moaned and this time it was louder than before. I swallowed the sound, trying to keep it down.
I pushed my hips toward him, wanting him to fingerfuck me. Instead of giving me what I wanted, Brent pulled his hand away.
“That will be all, thank you,” Brent said and turned to the work on the desk in front of him. I was reeling with desire. I felt light-headed. I only hesitated a moment before I walked back to the door. This was a game. Brent was toying with me. I wanted him to take me right now, but this was how he was going to play the game, and drawing it out only made me want him more.
“Rena,” Brent said when I reached the door. I turned and looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m going to need you to stay later tonight. It’ll be just the two of us. I have a few things to clear up with you.”
I shivered again and nodded before I unlocked the door and let myself out. When I walked to my desk, I could barely think straight. All I could think about was sex. Brent wanted me. Brent had asked me to stay after work. He’d fingered me in the office, and it was only a taste of what was to come.
Brent was going to fuck me.
I couldn’t believe we had come this far. I tried to focus on my work, but it was hard to concentrate when my body was like a live wire, humming with sexual tension. I couldn’t get the feel of his hand on my pussy out of my mind, or the way he’d been so serious about it. It had been even hotter because he’d been so blasé when I had nearly fainted. I had whimpered and moaned and gasped as if it was my first time, and he had sat there, fingering me like it was the next order of business.
Well, maybe it was.
The phone rang, and I took a breath.
“Welcome to DigiTech. This is Rena speaking. How can I help you?” I didn’t sound as breathy and worked up as I felt. Point for me. I connected the caller through to Brent’s offices and opened my email. When I glanced at the clock, there were still seven hours left of the workday before we would be alone.
How the hell was I going to get through seven hours? I was so wet and horny, and I wanted Brent to come into my office and dominate me right now.
Fuck.
The two orgasms I’d had last night had been great, but it was nothing compared to what Brent would give me. I knew that. I could only imagine the satisfaction he would bring. Real sex and an orgasm from a man was so much better than getting myself off.
And an orgasm with Brent? I was willing to stake my life on it that it would be the best thing I would ever experience.