Chapter 9
Rena
Work without Brent in the office was dull. It was hard work picking up the slack, and there was no motivation the way there was when he was around and I could fawn over him. I liked staring at him, I loved it when he needed me, and now that we had taken that next step, everything was exciting. Now, he wanted me, too.
In a big way.
I was proud of myself for taking that step, for doing what I had done. A whole year of being careful hadn’t gotten me what one bold move had gotten me. It was fantastic, knowing what we could do.
Except when he wasn’t here. I was fine taking over his work in the office, taking care of everything that needed to be done, but there was no one to dress up for and nothing to do other than think about what he had done to me or dream about what I wanted him to do to me.
That took up a lot of my time, though. Every now and then I caught myself thinking about the way he had taken me on his desk. It had been pretty out-there for me to strip and give myself to him like that. But Brent was the type of guy who’d had it all. He must have been with every type of woman there was. I had to be straightforward and demanding with him instead of being shy and closed off. I had to show him what I wanted
I had done that, and the result had been far more than satisfying. Just thinking about it got me hot and bothered, and I wondered when we would have a chance to do it again.
When I returned home from work, I opened my laptop. I had brought it with me from the office so I could handle emails at home if I had to. Brent often worked overtime, and he had important emails coming in at all hours of the night. I wanted to be sure everything was taken care of by the time he came back from Boston.
An email from Brent waited for me, and when I opened it, my stomach tightened.
Rena,
Thank you for being so professional in the office today. I noticed it and I appreciate it.
Brent.
P.S. Send me naked photos so I don’t get lonely when I’m out in Boston.
The request was so simple. Send me naked photos. But the order was so tall. I had never done something like this before. I had never sent nudes to anyone, not when I had started to explore my sexuality, not when I had been comfortable with it. I had learned from my mom that the moment photos were uploaded onto the net, they could be retrieved by someone and used against me.
I wanted to give Brent what he wanted. Not only was he calling the shots—and I wanted him to—but I was trying to step out of my comfort zone and do things I hadn’t done before.
This was very high up on the list of naughty things I hadn’t done before.
I thought about it. Was it something he asked of all the women he slept with? Somehow, I doubted it. But I could be biased. Still, it was strange the way the request came through. It didn’t make sense. Brent sent me an email thanking me for being professional—I was assuming it was because of how I’d acted after we’d fucked on Friday—and then he sent me that last request. He was so blasé about it like it was something he was completely within his rights to ask. Was he? Was this part of the game? It was the opposite of professional. But it made me hot and bothered, and it was why I wanted to give him what he wanted.
At first, I considered getting into the shower and getting myself off. The waterproof toy was constantly out these days. I was also aroused when I thought about Brent. I wasn’t even worried about how often I was doing myself, I just needed that release to be able to behave myself in the office. A quick orgasm in the shower would be exactly what I needed to calm down a little before I took those photos he wanted. Because I wanted to send them to him even though I didn’t usually do it. I could think of a few poses, I was sure.
But then I got a better idea.
I had to figure out how I was going to do it. I found my selfie stick. I hadn’t used the stupid thing after I had received it with a phone package, and it was still in the box. I hated seeing all my friends with the silver stick in the photo. I had vowed never to look like that. But it was different if I could use it to do something naughty like this.
When I opened the box and hooked up my phone, I made sure it worked before I stripped down naked and lay down on my bed. I felt vulnerable, the air in the room cold on my skin, and I shivered. But I was doing this. I took a couple of practice shots to get a feel for the angle and to relax in front of my own camera, naked and baring it all.
With one hand armed with the selfie stick and the other running down my body, I closed my eyes and started thinking about Brent and everything I wanted him to do to me. I clicked the button that would take the photos. It wasn’t too much of a distraction, and I could get lost in the sensation despite pressing the button every now and then. I slid my hand over my body, my fingertips tracing the mounds of my breasts, my flat stomach, and my hip bones. I cupped my pussy and traced the lips, taking photos of everything I was doing. I looked at the camera a few times because it was that much more sensual. I closed them again to get back into the mood.
I started imagining Brent going down on me, his mouth closed over my pussy, two fingers buried deep inside of me. I ran my hands over my pussy where I imagined he would touch me and gasped.
Click.
I imagined Brent’s thick cock and how good it had felt. I wanted to kneel before him and suck him into my mouth, fucking him that way. I wanted to lick the tip and taste his salty sex.
Click.
My skin became hot and I shuddered, working on an orgasm. I touched myself, rubbing my clit and tugging at my nipples, alternating so that I wouldn’t orgasm immediately. I wanted to draw it out.
Click.
I couldn’t focus on pressing the button anymore. I put the selfie stick down and closed my eyes, concentrating only on what I was doing with my hands. I rubbed my clit in circles, sliding my fingers to my entrance every now and then. I was so wet I could take Brent with his size and a condom, easily. My legs were wide on the bed, and I used one hand on my breast while the other worked over my pussy. I wanted Brent to see this. I wanted him to watch me get myself off, one day. I was sure he would love it.
I could only imagine him losing control while I played with myself. He would grab me and pin me down on the bed and have his way with me, shoving his dick into my pussy without ceremony. I cried out when I thought about it, electricity shooting through my body.
Maybe he would pin me against the wall, my arms up and held fast with one hand while he fingered me with the other.
I groped for the selfie stick and positioned it for another photo.
Click.
It didn’t take long before I orgasmed. I curled on the bed, my eyes closed and gasping.
Click.
I dropped the selfie stick and gave myself over to the orgasm, my body contracting and convulsing. My breathing was shallow and erratic, and the feeling of pure sexual pleasure washed over my body.
When it was over, I lay on the bed in a puddle of sweat, satiated and smiling. I took a moment to recover before I unhooked my phone. I pulled on a robe and plugged my phone into my laptop to download the photos. I flicked through them one by one.
Seeing myself like this was erotic, an odd turn-on and embarrassing all together. I went through the photos, editing them a little, deepening the color and cropping them here and there. Not all of them were nice. Some were askew or I missed the picture completely. It was hard to focus on taking photos when I was racked with sexual pleasure.
I got four photos out of it, including one when I was orgasming, and it was fantastic.
These photos were a lot more intense than just nudes. I could have taken nudes lying on the bed or sitting up. I could have made them suggestive without giving anything away. Instead, I had opted for the rawest, sexualized version of myself. It wasn’t like me at all.
And I loved it.
I loved the side of me that was coming out. It made me feel sexy and dirty and delicious. I hoped Brent would feel the same when he saw these photos.
Before I sent them, I walked to the bathroom and climbed into the shower. I wanted to take a step back before committing to something like this. Not only was Brent older than me and I didn’t usually do this, he was my boss. Everything about what I was about to do was a risk.
Did I still want to do it? Hell yeah.
After I showered, I dried my hair and put my robe back on. I walked back to my laptop and checked the photos again. They were still very raunchy and very hot. I opened my email and attached them to a message that I sent to Brent’s personal email. The last thing I wanted was these photos on the server at work where something might go wrong and they leaked out. I
hesitated before I hit Send, suddenly nervous. This was a big step. But so was dressing seductively at work, leaving my panties on his desk, and letting him fuck me in his office.
How much worse was this, really?
I hit Send before I could change my mind and closed my laptop as if leaving it open would make a difference. I put my laptop away and dropped the robe. I crawled naked under the cover, feeling the sheets on my bare skin, and I closed my eyes. I smiled, excitement mixed with nerves bunching in my stomach. I was playing a dangerous game, and I loved it. I loved it because it was new and different, and it was with Brent.
When I had dressed to get Brent’s attention last week, I had dreamed of something like this happening, but I never thought it would be this intense. I thought a quick fuck in a closet would do the trick. But Brent was serious and dramatic, and he knew exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was me in compromising positions. He wanted only me, and he wanted me hard and fast.
All of it was amazing. It made my stomach twist and my toes tingle, and I was constantly aroused. I felt beautiful, sexy, desirable. And I wanted more.