Broken

“I’m not the only one who screams like a high pitched girl. I know what buttons to push. It’s been an exercise of trial and error over the years. I have you by the short hairs. You have to know that I invite you to stay overnight because it’s home field advantage.” I struggled to break free and walked over to the door feeling the hunger to consume her.

I very carefully closed the blinds making sure Dorothy was fully engrossed in the task I had given her. On some level, I had to know a morning pick me up was possible. Dorothy was going to be going over those documents for hours.

I had a two-fister in my pants making the fabric bulge in an obscene way. Charlotte had her feet on the desk and was moving the skirt up along her lean legs.

Chapter seven

Charlotte

I was burning up inside with a fever to do something out of character. Last night had opened up my eyes to how we could make the office into our own sexual playground. I had some feelers out and there was interest in bringing me aboard another firm. I could only hope it wasn’t going to come to that.

“Are you going to stand there staring at me all morning? I see something that is going to make it over here before the rest of you.” He smiled and took a few steps closer until his hands were on the desk.

“I’m enjoying the view from where I’m standing.” My skirt was up around my waist with nothing to prevent him from seeing how wet I was.

“I don’t know how I let it get this far. You have this way of making me want to do something I would never normally do. Bryce, it feels like I’m meeting you for the first time all over again.” I spread the lips with two fingers and he purposely pulled down his zipper.

“I can play this game. Don’t think that you have a monopoly on how to seduce.” I could probably hear his thoughts and was giving him exactly what he wanted.

“I propose a wager. The loser wears no underwear the rest of the day. The first one to orgasm is the loser. There are ground rules to adhere to. We both get 10-minutes to perform oral sex.” I knew from personal experience how to manipulate his manhood in my favor.

“It’s not fair and you know it. I’ve always been wrapped around your finger when it comes to oral gratification. It looks like I’m going to have to pull out the big guns. I didn’t want to scare you, but I have been holding back. It’s time to take off the training wheels.” I thought that he was bluffing, but the look in his eyes told me that I might have bitten off more than I could chew.

“I would like to see if you are all bluster. You talk a big game, but I have yet to see anything to back it up.” He removed any doubt by the way he made room for himself in the middle of the desk.

I swallowed with nervous anticipation running through my lower extremities. He slid across until his head was in my lap. My bare feet were on the desk and I could feel his hot breath touching me with a flicker of what was going to come.

“You haven’t experienced the reason why I am still friends with my ex-girlfriends. They stay close because they want the opportunity to pounce.” With feline grace, Bryce fluttered his tongue against my clit for 10-seconds before leaving me to want more.

He did that a few times and it was like he was rubbing two sticks together. It wasn’t easy, but I was consciously aware of the clock on the wall. He had wasted 2-minutes using his words, but they did what was required. He had made me think about what he was going to do which was half the battle.

“I guess you didn’t need me to show you the way. The magic of your tongue is something you should have shown me a long time ago. I might’ve asked you to move in. The simple truth is that we are made for one another.” He was purposely avoiding my clit after touching it briefly.

“I wanted to save something for when we got married. The wedding night was going to have you screaming loud enough to peel the wallpaper off the wall. You ruined the surprise.” I was celebrating this feeling coming over me and my body responded when he injected me with his oral digit.

I had my legs wrapped around his head locked together. There was no way that I was going to miss out on something of a surprise. The one thing missing from our relationship was his ability to seal the deal with satisfactory mouth music. He was holding this back and I was going to make him pay for it.

“I have to tell you eating pussy is an art form. I thought you were lacking, but this is a pleasant surprise.” I moaned after each sentence and there was no way that I was going to be able to keep it in.

The sloppy sound of his delivery was outdone by his technical expertise. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn he was reading cue cards with a cheat sheet of how to get me to the Promised Land.

It must’ve been awkward for him to lie on top of the desk with his upper half bent at an angle. He wasn’t complaining and his tongue was making me realize I had the total package. My feelings for him had tripled and the orgasm rushing toward me was going to make him the perfect man.

“I can’t believe you are doing this. You’re pulling the orgasm out of me. This is changing my opinion of you big time. You should have led with this. It’s a crying shame that you…Oh, my god… YESSSSS.” I moaned into the palms of my hands feeling an electrical sensation

charging full steam ahead between my legs.

My pelvis was rising off the chair with the inside of my thighs burning with the effort. He was steadfast in his approach and continued throughout the explosive moment without stopping. I hit the pause button and lie there with smoke metaphorically coming out of my ears.

“Never underestimate what a man will do when he is faced with a wager. I do hope that you’re not going to welch out. There’s really no reason to continue. I won.” The winner got the spoils of War. I was determined to taste the fruits of my labor.

“I want you to sit down and let me take care of you. I will gladly walk around the office today without any underwear. You did win and I feel that you deserve a reward.” He got into position and we heard the doorknob jingling. We didn’t expect anybody to be able to walk through a locked door.

“Get under the desk and stay there.” Thankfully, the desk was designed to keep me under wraps from being discovered.

“We’re going to have to have that door looked at. I almost walked right into it. I have some questions about this assignment.” Dorothy had somehow navigated past a locked door with relative ease.

I was feeling particularly naughty and his cock was right there.