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By *hadesofm OP Woman
over a year ago
canterbury |
The phone rings and I nervously wait for it to be answered... come on, come on, It feels like this ringing is taking forever and then there is silence before a voice says
“Hello!”
“Oh erm hi, it’s ...” I stumble with my own name while I try to decipher who is on the end of the line
“Oh hello!” He replies and I know it’s him. My heart rate quickens
“I just need to phone in sick I’m afraid, I just need to go through the motions of informing you officially, I already text the others”
“Oh ok, what’s the reason?” He’s clearly around other people and trying to play it cool. I can imagine the tension in him, and it sends memories of his body flooding through my mind, I shake my head to batt them away.
“My little boy is unwell so I can’t come in. Obviously I can’t leave him on his own” I laugh but quickly realise there is a deafening silence on the end of the line
“Hello? Are you still there?”
There is more silence and then some crackling and I’m wondering if I have a bad line
“Hello? Are you still there? Hello”
The whisper that comes back I am not prepared for and it catches me off guard, it’s almost a hiss
“You have a kid?”
“Er yeah...”
“Thanks for letting me know that you won’t be in. I’ll ensure everyone knows” he says in a confident broad work voice
“Oh ok then, erm. Sorry”
“We can talk about that another time...” he ends the call and I just stare at my phone for several minutes.
Shit, I know he’s pissed.
I spend the rest of the day debating about whether or not to contact him, but I know it’s a big mistake if I do.
I figure eventually he will come to me when he’s ready. I need not have worried...
Afew days later I am back at work doing my usual shift and I instantly see him the second I walk through the door, I keep my head low and pretend like I don’t notice as I walk the weirdest route ever through the aisles so that I will be as far away from him as possible. I haven’t heard from him and have no idea what the situation is, so I’m just going to give him a wide birth.
As I am filling the shelves, I see him walk past me several times. Each time I get excited as I look up and hope for something, a second glance, an acknowledgment, something. But nothing, he stares straight ahead of him each time. Determined to complete whatever task he is engrossed with. Just when I give up hope of him speaking to me I hear that familiar tone of my name on his lips, I pause and Slowly I look up to see him standing at the end of the aisle.
“Oh” the noise escapes my lips as I take in the view, he looks good, he stands casually in his bright white shirt, his biceps hugged just right in his shirt, and cool grey trousers.
“Can I borrow you?” He says, its less of a question and more of a request so I just get up and follow, trying to tidy up my space as I go.
He walks me directly to his office and I faulter in the doorway. Remembering distinctly the last time I was in there. He motions for me to come in and gestures to a seat in front of the computer. He closes the door and then goes straight to the computer where he clicks a few buttons and uploads some online training. He’s close enough that my heart is racing and I can smell the sweet scent of his aftershave, and it ignites a fire inside me. On seeing the work training, I’m disappointed I half hoped this wouldn’t be work related. He’s being very serious and avoiding eye contact with me so I figure now isn’t the right time. He leaves the room and says “it shouldn’t take you more than 30 minutes, I’ll be back” he doesn’t even look at me, but acts as if it’s talking directly to the space in the room, and just like that he leaves and closes the door behind him. Once the door is closed I let out a deep sigh, really unsure of how I should be feeling. I look down at the computer and I’m already bored with the mundane task ahead of me. More policies for roles I never actually do but are meant to occupy space in my brain that I don’t care to give away to this place. I place my head on the desk and place my palms down on the desk wondering if I could just take a nap instead. I close my eyes for a brief second and images flash through my mind of him, him bending me over this very desk. His biceps tensing as he raised his hand to spank my ass. My heart rate racing and my breathing speeding up, recalling how it felt for him to touch me. I jolt myself out of my memory and remember he said 30 minutes. I look at the clock on the screen and realise I’ve already been in here daydreaming for over 15 minutes. “Shit!” I know in my heart that he will be back after exactly 30 minutes.
I click the links on the computer and have to force myself to concentrate to complete as quickly as possible before he gets back. I somehow whizz through a whole bunch of questions and mini quizzes and I’m right on the final section when I hear the door open. I don’t need to look to see that it’s him. I keep my eyes firmly on the computer but I say a cheery “hello! Nearly done”. Once again he closes the door behind him and he stands behind me so he can watch the computer screen. I hesitate on the last few answers knowing he’s watching me. Once again I can smell him and it sends shivers throughout my body. The computer sends a whirling symbol as I submit my final answer and it takes afew seconds for it to work out my final score but It feels like a lifetime ...
100%
I breathe a genuine sigh of relief, and realise I was holding my breath. Not because I particularly value the training but because he’s here. It’s ridiculous and I know it but it’s true.
I get up and say “ok I’m all done” and get up to leave.
“I’m not done with you yet” he replies, it’s not menacing but it’s clear he has a point to make.
I turn in one movement and just stare at him. I allow my eyes to travel over his body, slowly. Then something comes over me and I just walk at him and grab him, kissing him with force and passion and ultimate desire, he kisses me back with such hunger and then pulls away.
“Bend over” I look around the room as to which direction he could want me when he says “bend over my lap”
I do as he says and he pulls down my leggings and my underwear with my bum very much on display, his hand lingers gliding gently over my ass. Then thwack, he slaps me hard, “count” he commands
“One” I whisper
Thwack, another sting, on top of the last,
“Two” thwack
“Uhh Three”
“You kept me waiting for 3 minutes”
I nod but say nothing, understanding that this is an implication of my tardiness. I can’t help but wonder what would happen if he realised I spent 15 minutes wasting time, day dreaming.
“And there’s the other thing you have been keeping from me” he helps me to sit up onto the chair opposite him and he must realise my confusion “the phone call. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“About my kids?”
“Kids?”
“Yeah. I have two kids, I thought you knew”
“Damn. No. I didn’t.” He looks tense, not exactly angry but stressed. He doesn’t look at me, but I can see his hand clenched and a frown formed on his face as he stares hard at the floor. I reach out to put my hand on his knee, I am troubled by his reaction, not entirely sure what to make of it.
My hand rests gently on his knee, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t push me away either. I start caressing his thigh gently running my nails down gently and then caressing with my finger tips on the upward stroke. His eyes lock onto mine as he stands
“On your knees”
I drop to my knees at the same time he undoes his fly and releases his manhood which springs excitedly out of his boxers. He holds it steady before my lips, and I open my mouth to take him. He thrusts into me rough and hard, instantly pushing all of himself to the back of my throat, catching me off guard and causing me to gag. His hand fists in my hair and pulls close to the scalp. He’s pulling me into each thrust, growling with an intensity that is driving me crazy. His pre cum already seeping out of him, and turning me on. My own arousal soaking through my underwear.
“This isn’t for you” he grunts, “I’m taking your mouth because I want too” I can’t reply but a garble of noise comes out of my mouth filled with his rock hard cock, my own saliva dripping out of the corner of my mouth. His eyes still stare into mine and I can’t bring myself to look away even as a tear runs down one side of my face. I’m not crying nor in pain, but the constant gagging makes my eyes water. My own arousal is making me weak and I have a fire burning inside my sex. His thrusts gain speed and I can feel his body beginning to tense, it drives me wild. He’s thrusting harder and harder “this is for me. Not you. This is for me! I’m taking you because I want you!” A muffled moan is all you can hear through the noises coming from my mouth
“You are mine” and with that his fist clenched tighter in my hair holding me fully invested into his cock up to his balls, as he shoots his hot cum to the back of my throat. His blue eyes piercing my brown ones as his orgasm rips through him, he gets a glazed expression on his face which is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I remain there panting, swallowing his cum and licking and sucking him clean. I am insatiable and want him to take me, right now. The ache inside me is impossible to ignore and I’m desperate for him to touch me. I run my hand up under his shirt to feel his abs and moan appreciately while still seeing to his cock. His eyes soften as he watches me, a difference in his presence felt immediately. He places his hand gently on my chin and guides me to stand. He kisses my mouth gently and then just as quickly his eyes flash again and he grabs my blouse collar and thrusts me into the wall, his hand around my throat but crucially not touching my windpipe. He is holding me firm but not hard and I’m not afraid. He presses himself against me, his mouth kissing just below my ear, and working down to my neck. I moan and tilt my head to allow him better access to my neck. He runs his teeth over my neck and growls “do you want me?” “Yes” I reply with little more than a whisper “I said do you want me?” “Y-yes!” I reply more firmly this time.
“I WILL fuck you, but I will fuck you when I am ready. Do you understand?”
“Uhh yes...” I’m breathless and my voice is cracking, my body screaming that I just need him to touch me. He must sense my desire as he quickly spins me around to face the wall, his mouth now on the other side of my neck. He places my hands palm side onto the wall, and slides his own hand around my waist and down into the waist band of my leggings, his fingers move swiftly to the now soaking wet slit between my labia and connects with my clitoris making me moan on contact. I hear a little moan of appreciation as he realises just how excited I am for him. He massages in gentle circles as he edges me towards orgasm, keeping me tightly pressed against the wall. My arms raised above my head, my face pressed into the painted white wall, his other hand reaches around and into the top of my blouse, slipping under my bra and pulling gently on a nipple, I moan again, eager and frantic now, my moans increasing, and becoming more and more wild and animalistic. He bites my neck and expletives fly out of my mouth “ohhh fuck!” And just as I think I’m going to have the most glorious orgasm, he stops and takes his hands away from my clitoris. “No no, oh fuck.” I am breathless and desperate and deranged “no no please please, let me. Oh fuck”
He says nothing but just holds me gently for about a minute allowing my breathing to steady. I’m irrationally mad and needy and not entirely sure what to do with myself.
“Why?? Whhyyy!!!” I don’t know what to do with myself, when I’m finally stable enough to let go of the wall, I turn to face him. “Why??”
He has a look on his face that says he’s quietly pleased with himself, borderline smug if you will.
“You withheld information from me... so I withheld something from you”
“Oh” I just stand there taking that in for a moment not entirely sure what to say or do.
He sits down on the chair nearest the computer and motions for me to sit on the chair next to him, so I do. Awkwardly because my legs are wobbly but I sit, and I just stare at him.
“I think it’s time we had a proper chat” he says “make yourself available tomorrow afternoon. I’ll let you know where to meet me”
I am somewhat bewildered and unsure what to expect from this man, so without knowing what else to say or think I just say “ok”. He checks his watch and says “right you better get back. Wouldn’t want to be late would you?” He raises his eyebrow in mock humour and I can feel myself blushing.
He allows me to leave first and I go back to my work. |
very good, great writing I love this! 
