“Get your fuckin’ hands off me.” I’m lifting my hand to smack the offender when Archer pushes past, grips the man by his throat, and shoves him into the brick wall behind the table.
Everything happens so fast.
There’s a thud.
A sputter.
An audible gasp from the guests still holding dildos.
“Apologize to her right the fuck now,” Archer growls, his jaw tight as he loosens his grip just slightly enough so the man can speak.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” the asshole squeaks as he attempts to pry Archer’s giant hands off of him. “I’m drunk. Can’t you see I’m fuckin’ drunk?”
Archer squeezes tighter as though the apology isn’t hitting the mark he’d hoped it would.
My stomach tightens and my mind flashes to the stories Mrs. Robinson was telling me earlier in the day, particularly the one where he snapped the arm off a mannequin. Also, the one where he did God knows what to his daughter’s boyfriend.
His daughter!
His daughter, who’s older than me!
This should shock me back to reality. It should remind me that this act of protection isn’t personal. It’s innate. It’s who he is. But as Archer drags the man out into the street, my panties are soaked, my clit throbs, and I’m overwhelmed with the aching urge to shove this little bullet vibrator into my panties and come… hard!
Why is the urge so strong right now? I shouldn’t be turned on. Archer’s act of protection was barbaric and violent. I’m far, far, far more civilized than whatever type of woman would be turned on by something like this…right?
My squeezing thighs tell a different story. I stare toward the crowd who’s currently gossiping amongst themselves. I doubt anyone would notice if I backed down the hallway toward Archer’s office. No one would notice if I found a quiet corner to get some relief.
As I run my fingertip along the exposed brick on my way down the hall, the tension continues to build. What is happening to me?
When I reach the office door, I pull it slowly, not wanting to alert anyone to my absence, but once inside, all bets are off. Instantly I tug off my leggings and tuck into his chair. My thighs stick to the leather as I lob one leg up onto his desk, cool air passing over the top of my soaking pussy as I twist on the silver, vibrating bullet and drag it over my hungry, swollen clit.
Oh God!
My body reacts and jumps against the vibration, a thrill of energy coursing through me like a wave of heat I can’t get enough of. I’ve never masturbated with anything like this before. It’s… pure ecstasy!
I blow out a breath and grip the edge of the heavy chair, imagining that I’m on Archer’s big lap, that I’m grinding against his cock, that he’s spreading me wide, that his big, calloused hands are roaming my body while I hold this little vibrating egg over my clit.
I wasn’t expecting the vibration to feel this good!
My thighs tense and tighten as I press the egg harder against my clit, my breath picking up, my heart hammering against my chest.
I need to come! I need to come fast! I need to come before he finds me and wonders why I’ve locked myself in his office!
I can’t fathom the lies I’d have to tell, or how I’d be able to hide the face of a girl who just experienced heaven, but none ofthat matters right now. I’m too consumed by how good it feels to rub myself raw in the chair he spends all day working at.
Will he smell me here later? Has he touched himself in this very chair on a whim?
My nipples tighten, my mouth goes dry, and the vibrating egg sends a bolt of excitement through my soaking clit as my back arches up away from the chair.
“Fuck me!” a rasped voice echoes from the doorway.
The door! I locked the door, right?
Clearly, I didn’t lock the door! How did I forget to lock the door?
“Jesus.” Archer steps into the room and stares at me like a deer in headlights.
I know I should move. I’m at work. I need this job. I have zero options and now my boss is currently staring at me while I masturbate in his office, but for some reason I can’t turn the little vibrator thing off. In fact, knowing that he’s staring at me, knowing that he’s here, knowing how wrong all this is, it only turns me on more.
