Bossy Request (3 page)

“And how do you expect me to
keep my hands off you at work? Look at you. You’re irresistible, and you’re
wearing that F.C.U.K perfume...” He waited, obviously struggling with the
decision he had to make. “Hell, I’ve resisted you for years now.”

Frank wrapped his arms around
me, crushing me into him. He lifted me, and I didn’t even notice when my skirt
and panties flew off. He leaned me back onto the marble counter. The cold
surface cooled my heated body.

“Stay there,” he whispered.

I heard him take a few steps
away and the light above my head dimmed. When he came back, he kissed my right
knee while he fondled my thighs. I grabbed my breasts, releasing them from the
cups of my bra. Frank’s lips glided up my inner thigh and I parted my legs even
wider. Frank took the soles of my feet and pushed them up on the counter,
putting me out on full display. He took me with his lips and his swift tongue
pulled along my flesh, spreading the folds until his mouth sealed around my
opening.

I squeezed my breasts harder,
massaging the scorching nipples as the intensity inside me grew. His fingers
joined the play around my sex, sliding in and out, two, maybe three at once,
until I felt my insides clench around them. My hips circled to the rhythm of
his sucking as the flicking of his tongue drove me to explode into his mouth.
Jolts of ecstasy flew through my body, tensing my muscles with each additional
lick. He caressed me with tender kisses until the frenzy settled.

Frank pulled away, and I
exhaled the last bliss out of my lungs. I heard a zipper and I smiled.

“Are you all right?” he
asked.

“Yes.” Anxious, I kept my
legs spread, anticipating him in me, then laughed. “That’s what I call working
under you.”

“Finally you get to be under
me the way I’ve wanted since the day you walked into my office. But we’re not
done yet, Sharon.”

“I hope not...”

The tip of his penis silenced
what I wanted to say, and Frank plunged into me with force.

“You’re as rough as you are
on your conference calls.”

He pushed harder.

“Baby, you haven’t seen rough
yet.” He pulled the tie, helping me up to meet his mouth while he drove further
inside me with each thrust.

I wrapped my arms around
Frank’s neck and he supported my back with his hands. His hardened mouth
possessed my lips. Frank’s hands slid lower, finally lifting me up by my
behind. The sweet smell of his sweat mixed with mine floated around us. He
stood in a wide stance, holding me in his arms while pushing upward, filling me
even more. Gravity pulled me onto him, letting him sink into me deeper,
stretching my insides. Each stab sent me further into oblivion, and I felt
myself clench around him again. The potency of Frank’s mouth was like a drug
pushing me to my limits. I’d never had anyone so deep inside me, and I couldn’t
hold on any longer. I came around him, squeezing him until he moaned, stopping
his momentum for the final release inside me.

As his warmth filled me, he
set me down on the counter and gently pulled out.

“I think I’ll let you keep
this tie, Sharon. I’d never be able to wear it and work after tonight.”

“I’ll just get you a new
one.” I lowered my pulsing legs.

Frank picked his shirt off
the floor and pulled it over my head. Now that I wore it, I made a mental note
to keep it.

“That reminds me. Stay here.”
He rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

When he returned, I wiggled
my toes, smiling blissfully at my boss, my fierce lover. Frank handed me a pink
box.

“I owe you,” he explained.

I pulled on the bow to open
it. Inside rested a new pair of bra with matching panties. “Why?” I asked in
confusion.

“I ruined your other one with
coffee.”

“You didn’t ruin my panties.”

“That’s where you’re
mistaken, Sharon. I knew I would ruin them tonight.” He pointed to the floor
where my purple panties lay torn. “You’re going to need these for next time.”

“Well, that’s one bossy
request you’re making, Frank.” I put my arms around his neck.

He kissed me then said, “I’m
pretty sure our working relationship status has changed; however, I will insist
that you always work under me.”

“Yes, sir.” I threw my hands
around him, losing myself in his lips.

Frank’s mouth soothed mine as
he carried me into the hallway.

“A house tour?” I asked.

“Bedroom,” he kissed me
again, “You’re not leaving this house until Monday morning.”

“You’re expecting me to work
all weekend? Without a proper house tour?” I bit my lip. “That’s not polite,
Frank. What if I get lost in this mansion?”

“Fine,” he grinned, “Let’s
start with the hallway, then. This is the staircase.” Frank lowered me and
flipped me over onto my knees.

“I like the carpeting here,”
I looked back at his ready erection behind me. He grabbed my rear, spreading my
cheeks.

“And I like the new addition
to my staircase.” Frank cupped my sex from behind, and I felt my juices flow
out into his palm. He rubbed the front, preparing me, spreading my wetness all
the way to the back. I rested my hands on the upper steps, lifting my ass
higher, for him.

Leaning forward, he kissed
me. The wet slide of cock into me pushed me forward. This time, he wasn’t in a
hurry. We stopped kissing and Frank pulled in and out halfway a few times
before plunging into me fully. His relaxing exhale made me tilt my rear higher
for him. I leaned on my elbows on the step and I closed my eyes. His rhythm
gained momentum and he filled me again, more with each push. I imagined how
much he enjoyed watching himself fuck me from behind, admiring my ass as he
spread it with his hands. He touched the rim of my asshole with his finger and
jolts of pleasure flowed to my front.

I gasped, locking the need
inside me, not wanting to let go, because if I did, I’d cum right now. Frank
massaged the oval of my ass and I pictured it open for him just a little. One
of his fingers slid in and out, gently, to the same tempo as his cock. The
sensation made me clench my ass cheeks and I felt him move his hand to my clit,
rubbing it as he sped his thrusts into me. The sound of the onslaught of his
front, slapping against my behind, and the circular rubbing of his fingers on
my clit drove me to explode as Frank pulled out and came on my back, his warm
fluids flowing down my spine to my crack.

This was exactly what I
needed. My boss to take me and to have his way with me.

I plopped down to the steps
and Frank rested at my side.

After a minute, I turned my
head to face him. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like for you
to work under me.”

“Well, this is a six thousand
square foot house. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to find out.”

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About the Author

Lacey is the Author of Erotic Romance
stories. She lives in a small town of Ontario, Canada
. Her short stories
come from real life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married
wife with two kids. Her mind, just like any other woman’s, often wanders off to
‘what if’ life questions. The answers to those questions can be found in her
short stories where there’s Reality in Each Fantasy.

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Acknowledgments

I am grateful to be surrounded by many loving people who
support me, my fantasies, and my writing.

To my family, without whom I could not continue to pursue my
dreams. Thank you for your support, love and confidence.

To my husband, who has allowed me to research the topic of
love and sex first hand. I enjoy asking him questions about the male anatomy to
make sure my characters don’t fall short. Yes ladies, we can always learn a
thing or two (or three) just from talking. That usually leads to some field
work, but I think it’s also what makes the writing fun.

I hope you enjoyed!

To Robin Ludwig Design Inc. for the beautiful book cover.

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