Desire - Erotic Short Story

Desire

Erotic
Novella

This book contains sexual content that is suitable for
mature audience only.

Published and Copyright 201
3 by Jenna Blu and Kat Von Wild

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Desire comes in all forms yet when a deep
longing is so sexually heightened, one woman does all she can to fulfill it.

When something is
in Cassandra's way, she will get through the barriers anyway she knows how.  She worked her way to the top of the corporation only to be cut clean by the glass ceiling.  Now she is the owner of her own company, and her competition is her old employer.  The only thing stopping her from taking them down is her maddening desire to sexually devour their new CEO.  Somehow convincing herself that once she has taken him down, between her legs that is, she will cut him loose and take down the very company that tried to demolish her career.

Desire

The clock stroke one hour to midnight with a distinguishable chime from the antique furnished waiting area just outside the boardroom.  The deal had to be signed at midnight in order to take effect.  Cassandra's company was purchasing her old employer, Briddle Bags, a large corporation that sold expensive leather designer bags and luggage to only the elite boutiques around the world.  They only became elite and quality when she ran as vice president of merchandising; that was then.  Now, she owned and operated the competition and her offer to operate their global line was on the table.

Logistics
will let them have their brand carry on exclusively quiet while behind the scenes, she would be the true owner.  It was sweet revenge served on a platter for what those boys did to her at the prime of her career.  She had worked double time for them but when it came to revenge, she worked triple time and with some of the best lawyers and financial planners in the states to figure out how she could start a company and take over a competitor in five years, but she did it.  Nothing stops Cassandra when she wants it.

She took a quick glimpse
into the large golden framed antique mirror placed decoratively above a gorgeous cherry wood antique table.  She reapplied her dark-red lipstick to her poised lips as she stared back at a woman once scorned and now about to be the most successful woman in the luxury bag business.  Her light blue-grey eyes sparkled with mischief; her tan completion shined with excitement.  She reached in her small black leather bag and dusted her face with powder quickly to absorb the nervous sweat.  Her sultry eye makeup was made up to entice her suitor, the man who had haunted her fantasies since the day they met five years ago when he took her job.  Marc Briddle.  Great grandson to the original owner, recent graduate of Harvard and the very reason she was asked to step down when she worked for them five years ago.

Here he was now, five years older and sexier than the day she set eyes on him as she walked out of her office with escorts. 
Back then, he looked pained with his expression and mouthed the words, 'I'm sorry' her way as she walked out that day five years ago.  Back then, she wanted to show him sorry in so many hurtful ways.

Now, five years later with a successful competitor friendship under her wings, she wanted to fly right past him.  What stopped her was his sexy innocent smile as he looked at her one day over a coffee.  He had a
proposition that matched one that she had been working on for years.  He wanted to sell her the majority of the division of his great grandfathers company.  She would take her Yale degree and shove it up his Harvard ass.  That was until he touched her hand with his and spoke earnestly about wanting to ask for her forgiveness while he spoke of wanting to pursue his own aspirations for a very different future than what his family business offered.  He wanted his own chain sporting goods stores, and she had a plan to entice him in that direction while fulfilling her revenge.

She looked at
the reflection of the closed office door in the mirror as the lawyers were battling it out.  She wondered if her proposal, in which Marc had to stay on under her command for the next two years, shocked them.  It had never been talked about until tonight.  She wanted him under her is so many ways, and now she will have him, however she wants.  His only way out of this contract was to meet with her in person, sexually.  In that opportunity, she planned to get as many orgasms out of him as possible, then release him to the wolves.  Figuratively speaking, he would be free to find his own way in the corporate world anyway he wanted to go.  That part remained secretive.

As her focus was on that door opening, willing it to have the lawyers step out and shake hands, telling her
that everything was signed and Marc agreed to it all.  A flash of lightning danced across the glass window of the high-rise building they were conducting business in.  An electric sexual thought danced in her mind.  An image of Marc kissing her tenderly while she begged for him to be aggressive sexually.  She wanted it hard and fast from him, but something told her that he would tease her into omission until she was under his spell and doing it the way he wanted.

She laughed lightly as the next flash of lightening lit up the sky and thought how it happened between them really
did not matter.  She just knew how aggressive she was sexually, how hard her appetite was to appease.  Marc seemed like the man to do the job, but would he allow her to dominate the sexual desire between them, just to be relieved of a contract.

It
did not matter how it happened for her just that it did.  It was an expensive game of foreplay, but when it came right down to it, it was not about the money.  It was about him begging her for mercy and her sweet revenge that somehow turned ultimately into utter Desire.

The doors opened and out poured the
Briddle team of lawyers shaking their heads with disbelief, followed by her team of female lawyers dressed to kill in seductive office attire.  Yes, she only hired female lawyers and yes, she paid extra to have every single one of them look the part of a seductress.  It was part of her offensive plan.

As she watched her lawyers smiling and laughing, obviously enjoying the victorious win, Cassandra had to wonder where
was Marc.

The rounds of congratulatory handshakes went out
to her as the meeting room cleared out while the darkened skies continued with its electric dance light show.  God, how Cassandra loved a good electrical storm.  It left her charged with energy and even now; she felt on top of the world.  She just needed to see Marc's expression and continued to wonder why he did not come out of the boardroom.  Was there a back door exit she had not noticed before?

As the last female lawyer on her team shot her a fist pump before heading down the hall to the bank of elevators out of the line of sight from where she stood, she had to know.  She took one last quick glance in the mirror to check her hair and makeup when he came into view in the
reflection of the mirror.

He leaned against the tall oak door with a relaxed look.  His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his starched white dress shirt was open a few buttons.  His navy blue jacket rested on his
arm, and his dark-brown hair looked as if he had run his hands through it enough times to tell, he had not seen her moves coming.  A new thrill filled her with success as she realized that her darkest desires stood there in the reflection of the mirror, and she was about to change the game plan.

As she turned away from the mirror to look at him directly on, his
light-brown eyes sparkled with mischief.  "At your disposal Cassandra.  By the way, I did not see that coming."  He pushed off from the door and walked towards her.  As he did so, her breath hitched and her nerves energized.  She felt herself shiver at the sexiness the man radiated.

As soon as he got within handshake range, his big strong hand reached out to shake hers with a congratulatory handshake while his voice dropped to a daring sexy tone of seduction.  "I am all yours to do with as you please.  I look forward to working under you."

She stared for a moment at his hands, and a flash of inspiration crossed her imagination.  Those strong hands of his were spreading her legs with a slow easy tease as she nakedly begged out for him to lick her between her legs.  A huge breathy sigh escaped her lips before she could resume her control.  She watched his eyes enlarge as she did that, then she allowed her hand to meet his for a congratulatory shake.  It was in that moment, that sparks ignited her core with liquid passion.

"It was nothing personal Marc.  I just thought you might want to remain on, under me of course, until we've got things just how we like them."  Her grey eyes sparkled with
mischief, and her mulberry colored lips curled upwards into a seductive smile.  She was back in control.  Their hands dropped, but he took a step closer to her as his hand raised to a loose strand of hair that fell out close to covering one of her eyes.  He tucked that strand behind her ear as the touch of his fingers grazing her cheek caused her to hitch her breath.  As much as she wanted to remain in control, she was quickly losing it to this desire to have him any way she could.  Even if it meant he would be the one in charge.

The moment he spoke in his deep seductive voice with his hand slowly pulling away from her face, she could easily have dropped on her knees and begged of him for anything more.  "
Oh, I think it's personal alright, but now that the deal is done; I find myself very intrigued by the idea of being around you day in and out.  I could learn a lot from you, with business that is.  However, if you're interested, you could learn a lot from me."

Cassandra swallowed hard, while Marc took that final step within her space.  His right hand slid up her bare shoulder of her sleeveless navy dress.  With one unzip, one
pull of the fabric over her shoulders, the dress could fall to the floor, and her navy lace bra would show how truly excited her nipples felt.

She
finally spoke with a weak breathy sound.  "Is that so?"  She wanted to challenge him, to remain in control but something told her that his suggestion that she could learn a lot from him had nothing to do with business and everything to do with his sexual expertise.  She was certain at this moment; he was right, but she felt a small bravado build as she spoke up with confidence in asking him.  "Care to expand on what I can learn from you Marc Briddle?"

H
is left hand stroked into her long brown hair as his eyes sparkled and his smile curved into the most devious of smiles.  "I think I will just show you."  He spoke out just before his lips dropped to hers in a slow tender kiss, a sample of what was to come.

She found her hands had
quickly clamored against his back and hair to feel his body pressed against hers.  A soft moan of desire escaped her throat as his tongue opened her lips and began to caress the inside of her mouth with a tender perusal of her passion.

She found a moment to push
away, and she did so with force, almost forcing him to take a full step back.

"Is this some kind of trick, ploy, to get me to release you from the contract, because I
won't.  I've worked long and hard for this, and you Marc Briddle will remain under MY control."  She practically shouted out the word 'my' as she watched a smile cross his face.

He took a step forward and bent down to one knee as he took her hand and kissed it gently on top.  "And I will remain under your control. 
Ask for what it is you want, and I will deliver.  Don't be afraid.  Let me show you ways that you've never dreamed of."

She felt the electricity of his kiss to her hand travel through her body.  He
was not talking about business; he was talking pure carnal sexuality with desires fulfilled.

She paused and then looked him in the eye before answering.
  Her voice held confidence, but her heart felt weakened by his intense sexy gaze from his eyes.  "Stand up, Marc.  We are almost equals here in the deal I made you.  I just felt..."  She paused.  Could she really tell him the real reason she kept him on, the reason for which he suspects and is correct in assuming so?