He places his hands on my hips, squeezing hard and pressing into me so that I feel every inch of his body on mine. I’m forced to lean back over the sink as he crowds me until we’re nose to nose. I take a shaky breath as I feel his hardening length pressing into me before he whispers darkly.
“Take. It. Off. If you wanted me to see you so badly. Show me.”
Finally, he moves back, giving me space for only a second before spinning me so that we’re both facing the mirror over the sink. He looms over me, hair having grown more disheveled in the boardroom earlier and eyes hungrily roaming over my chest to my waist.
“Strip. Or I’ll do it for you, and you’ll have to walk out of here in tatters.”
I meet his gaze in the mirror and find no hint of a tease. He means it.
With a thick swallow, I realize my mouth is dry. I hope he doesn’t try to kiss me. It’s not written into the scene, but there’s no way my breath smells good right now.
A tug at the base of my hair brings me back to the present. He’s managed to twist my hair around his hand and hold it tightly at the back of my neck. Bending his head down just a bit, he whispers, too low for the mics to hear.
“Strip, Sunshine.”
I move as he straightens back up, slowly and robotically undoing the first three buttons of my shirt and enjoying the sharpness of his gaze as he sees the first bit of black lace under my clothes. His fully hard length brushes my ass, and I feel empowered. I can do this. I’m sexy. IamBlanche.
I lick my bottom lip and catch it with my teeth, drawing his attention briefly as I pull my shirt free of my skirt and shimmyit off my shoulders. I pause, wondering if he wants to peruse my upper half before seeing all of me, but a curt nod of his head has me pulling the zipper of my skirt down too. As it pools around my heels, I hear his sharp intake of breath. Maybe he didn’t realize exactly what was under the skirt.
He lets go of my hair, and his warm hands find their way around my waist. I watch as my breasts rise and fall in the mirror. He steps flush behind me, and I feel his hard dick nestled in the seam of my ass. One hand splays across my lower belly, and I resist the urge to suck in. His dick tells me he doesn’t have a problem with what he sees or feels. His other hand roams up between my breasts, dancing across my collarbone before settling around my neck. His eyes flit around me like he can’t see enough at once.
“Look at you,” he coos in my ear. “You came to work today in a bustier and garter belt? Now Iknowyou’re up to no good. Don’t even try to deny it. Nobody but a whore would come in here dressed like this.”
His fingertips dance, one hand still roaming across the swells of my breasts, down my ticklish sides, across my outer thigh, and back across my ass cheek. The other holds me tightly against him, still across my lower stomach, and his pinky finger begins to dip underneath the band of my thong.
“I think,” he whispers hotly into my ear, “that you wanted to wear this to work today so your boss would fuck you. Like I fuck all my secretaries. Isn’t that what you accused me of earlier, Blanche? You love to run your mouth…I prefer when it’s too full to talk. That’s certainly when you’re the most useful.”
Fuck.I had no idea I would react to degradation like this. Blanche had individually spoken to us about her dynamic with her husband, and while I respect everyone’s own tastes, I didn’t think I could relate. Clearly, I was wrong. I can feel the tiny scrap of fabric covering my modesty dampen, and between that andthe sweat from earlier, there’s no way I don’t smell like a hot, horny ho right now.
He jerks me from my thoughts with a swift kick to the inside of each of my feet, spreading my legs and forcing me to lean over the sink for balance.
“Eyes up. Look at yourself.”
I focus on my blown pupils, parted lips, flushed chest…I look debauched.I look sexy.
His hands are both exploring now, teasing brushes mixed in with handfuls of flesh he can’t seem to stop grabbing. My legs shake as he makes his way up the inside of one thigh,so closeto where I need him before detouring away from anywhere I’ll find relief. A whine escapes before I can swallow it, and he chuckles.
“Do you want something, slut? I haven’t done anything but touch you, and you’rewhiningfor me? Just a little something across your clit? Or are you whining for something to fill up that dripping pussy?”
I’m still leaning over the sink when he presses back into me, his dick so close to rubbing where I need relief. If his stupid pants weren’t in the way…
“What a gorgeous thing you are. Coming to work for me, getting in my way, making my days nothing but you. This soft skin, those beautiful eyes. I could spend every day of my life re-counting the freckles across your nose.”
His breathing is faster now too, lips so close to being on my skin as he breathes into my neck.
“You make it impossible to get any work done, and for what? So you can drag me into the water like the siren that you are?” I arch back into him, unable to help the way his words affect me.
“You’re nowhere near desperate enough for me to touch you again. The next time I take you, you’ll be crying and begging before I give you this cock,” he says, before lowering his voice below the threshold for the mics again.
“You’re going to beg for it, Sunshine. Just wait.”
Then he’s gone like a flash. Blanche has yelled cut, and I’m being handed a robe and a bottle of water. Before I can say anything, he’s out the door, and Blanche watches him leave before clapping and addressing the entire crew.
“Absolutely wonderful, dears! I have a quick call to make, and then we all need to discuss our plans for tomorrow. But I’m so impressed, truly. What a first day. Thank you all!”
While everyone disperses to get to work flipping the set, Blanche makes her way to me. I wait to be chastised, told to keep my emotions in check and stay professional. Instead, she pulls me with her to walk toward her office, stopping just outside the door and putting a hand on my shoulder.
“You’re doing great, darling. That’s exactly how my Henry made me feel. These men, phew! They are something, aren’t they?”
