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“Guess you want sex,” he said.

“I was thinking that would be nice. I mean, after
you’ve got me all hot and bothered.”

“You can have it but you can’t see my cock…well, just
yet. I want you to feel and enjoy it but use your imagination about
what it looks like, how big it is, and its length.”

It sounded intriguing.

“Remember, I make the rules,” he said, taking off his
tie and holding it in his hands. “Get up and turn around.”

Jenny looked at him as she slid her butt off his desk
and turned her back to him, anticipating what would come next.

He flicked the tie on her ass cheeks a couple of
times. A man had never done that to her before and she was
surprised how much she enjoyed it.

“Lean over and hold onto the desk.”

She did, sticking her butt in the air as he wrapped
the tie around her eyes and secured it.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Jenny licked her lips as she did as he asked. She
couldn’t see a thing now, and once again was shocked at just how
much she was enjoying this whole charade.

She was taken by surprise when his fingers began
tracing her folds.

“Someone is a very wet girl down here.”

His voice and hot breath were close to her left ear.
She had another surprise when his finger slipped inside her pussy
and began pumping it.

“Tell me when you’re close to coming, will you?”

She’d be more than happy to, but what was he planning
to do when she told him?

Ian finger fucked her harder, faster until she almost
couldn’t take it anymore. Could something be too pleasurable?

“Okay, I’m nearly there.” She was barely able to get
the words out of her mouth.

And suddenly he withdrew his finger.

She banged the desk.

“Punishment number two,” he whispered close to her
ear. “You want my cock inside you?”

“You going to tease me with it?”

He didn’t respond but the next thing she heard was
the sound of his fly unzipping and what sounded like a foil package
being torn open.

And then…she wasn’t quite prepared for what came
next. His cock, a big one judging by the way it stretched her, slid
deep into her pussy.

Jenny expected him to start pounding away at her but
instead he did nothing.

She decided to take control and slid her ass toward
him, setting up friction that felt good.

Next thing she knew he held her still, preventing her
from moving an inch.

“Punishment number three.” His breath tickled the
skin on her right ear this time. “Have you learned your lesson
about using the computer on company time?”

“Most definitely,” she said.

“Good, now you can get a reward.”

He thrust deep and hard. In fact, with so much gusto,
Jenny had to lean over some more so she could grab the edge of the
desk. She imagined what they looked like. Her in just thigh highs,
blindfolded, pushed over the boss’ desk. Him with his fly open,
cock deep inside her.

Just the mere vision of that in her mind made her
cream, scream, and she wanted him deeper inside her. Jenny went on
tiptoes and felt the head of his cock bump the back of her pussy.
Her favorite spot where it didn’t take long to see fireworks better
than the Fourth of July display in the local park and yes, the ones
sponsored by Corbett Enterprises.

She grabbed the desk’s edge again, knowing it was
building, building and oh, yes, the boss had just fucked her good.
Ian held her hips as she began sinking into the desk where she
wanted to rest and get her breath back, but he pounded harder until
she heard him pant, and then felt him explode into the condom.

He pulled out and gave her ass one heavy slap. They
both burst out laughing.

Without his permission, she pulled off the tie from
her eyes and turned around. She caught a glimpse of him removing
the condom from his cock and tossing it into his wastepaper bin.
His pants and boxers were around his ankles.

“Bet you didn’t know my couch turns into a bed,” he
said.

“You ever used it?” she asked.

“More times than I care to remember.”

“With women?”

“Nope. When I’ve been working late and got too tired
to drive home.”

“How about we break it in for some activity besides
sleeping?” asked Jenny.

“You really are a bad girl.”

“You going to punish me some more?”

“I might.”

He secured Jenny’s wrists this time, kicked off his
pants and underwear, and led her over to the couch, which he pulled
out into the bed he’d mentioned.

“Get on it,” he said.

Jenny set herself down on its top.

Ian climbed on with her. He secured the tie around
her wrists some more until her palms were flat against each
other.

“You ever been kissed all over your body?” he asked
her.

“Not that I can remember.”

“Then where shall I start? Your shoulder looks pretty
inviting.”

His lips were on her collarbone before she knew it.
Then his mouth trailed down her shoulder. She raised her arms above
her head, hoping he’d get the message that her breasts and nipples
needed some attention.

Could he read minds or what? His mouth circled her
left nipple as his hand massaged the other.

She never wanted this to end but when it did, would
they do it again? Would she sneak up to his office every night
after work for more of the same?

His tongue flicked her navel and it tickled. She
wiggled but then Ian held her still so he could roll his tongue
down into her mound.

Ian forced her legs apart, his tongue making an
erotic trail up and down her thighs and then to her ankle and back.
Jenny wiggled her ass. No one had ever made her feel like this
before, no one.

He spread her labia and circled her clit and then she
sucked in her breath as his tongue speared her pussy.

Jenny clawed at the white wall behind her. This was
the first time she had a man perform oral sex on her, and so far so
good. Ian’s tongue flicked and then he licked, and Jenny rolled her
hips. He got a vice-like grip on her and held her still as her body
began to shake.

The pleasure started in her toes, spread up her
calves and then darted into her thighs, and then, oh yes, he made
her climax and she screamed out.

When she looked at the wall, her nails had made red
blotches where their polish had scraped against the walls.

Ian untied her hands and Jenny put the tie around his
hips as he reached for a condom and sheathed himself. She clung
onto both ends as he plunged inside her. She pulled it as he thrust
harder and faster, the bed moving and creaking as she reared up and
slapped his thighs with her own in her urgency to get to her
orgasm.

Jenny pulled the tie harder around his ass where it
had slipped a little further on each of his plunges inside her.

She moved her head from side to side, feeling the
pleasure building and building. She raised her ass up off the bed
just as Ian thrust deep and that’s all it took for her to hear
bells going off, see lights flashing, and feel herself sinking deep
down into sheer bliss.

Jenny took a deep breath, hearing both Ian’s pants
and his heart beating faster. He groaned and then went still, her
pussy milking him for everything he had. He moved slightly and the
next thing she knew the front part of the bed had snapped and they
were flung forward.

He held her tight, and they both burst out
laughing.

“Guess it’s for sleeping and not fucking,” said Ian,
rolling off of her.

They both looked up at the ceiling and burst out
laughing again.

“So what’s a nice girl like you doing talking dirty
to guys on the Internet?” he asked.

Jenny rolled onto her side and looked at him.

“My sister got into a car accident and didn’t have
health insurance so I said I’d help her out. I saw the ad in the
paper and thought it looked like an easy enough job that I could do
after work.”

“How long have you been doing it?”

“Just a week. My computer at home decided to do weird
things a day ago.”

“And that’s the reason you were using the computer
here.”

“I’m really glad I did because I needed the
punishment.”

They laughed again.

“You learned your lesson?”

Jenny shook her head. “I’ve never been a quick
learner.”

Ian rolled over to look at her. “Then I think I need
to teach you some more. However, I don’t know about you, but I’m
thirsty. How about I go and get us a couple of sodas from the
vending machine and I’ll be right back?”

He got off the bed, pulled on his pants and headed
out.

****

Ian punched 2B on the machine and rested his forehead
on the glass as two cans of lemon-lime soda rolled out.

He’d been a fool to make those stupid rules about
people in the company not dating. He’d missed a whole year of
Jenny’s company. Her laughter, her sense of humor and yes, her hot
body too. As he headed back to his office, her perfume that had
rubbed onto his body while they’d made love rose up and tickled his
nose. He knew he couldn’t be without her company now.

Ian burst out laughing when he got back to find her
wearing only his tie and sitting at his desk with a ruler in one
hand, slapping it on the palm of the other.

“I’m changing the company rulebook,” he said, sitting
on the edge of his desk.

“Really.”

“Yep, anyone can date who they want. I have no
problem with that at all.”

“That will please Sarah and Mike in marketing. Let’s
see, Jim and Ruth in accounting. Oh and let’s not forget Mimi and
Pat in receiving. Almost forgot Sally…”

He kissed her before she could roll out any more
names and before he felt any worse about keeping these couples
apart. That was the old Ian Corbett, miserable bachelor CEO. The
new one had Jenny and a future of possibilities.

“I was wrong to make such stupid rules, wasn’t
I?”

Jenny opened her mouth but then said nothing.

“So how would you like to punish me?” he asked.

“You could lean over the desk and I could give you a
good spanking for starters,” she said.

The End

Other Books by Vanessa Devereaux:

How I Met My Lover

Take A Chance On Me

Last First Kiss

I’m All Yours

Carolyn Rosewood

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

“Did D. H. Lawrence really say to fuck is to go to
the dark gods?” Ursula Mackenzie mused out loud as she put the
finishing touches on this month’s contest story for the Night Games
interactive blog. She didn’t want to waste time looking it up so
she paraphrased the line from
Sophie’s Choice
, just in case.
Without reading over the ending for the story again, knowing she’d
chicken out and downplay the horror aspect if she did, she hit
send.

Sighing, she pushed back from her MacBook Pro,
otherwise known as her cyber lover, and waited for the “Upload
Successful!” icon to pop up. When it did, she smiled. This was the
most erotic, darkest piece she’d ever written. It featured her
favorite fantasy hero, a dark, sexy, and mysterious vampire. If it
didn’t win the quarterly grand prize she was done trying.

She padded to the kitchen and poured a generous
amount of Jack Daniels into a half-empty glass of Coke, sipping as
she returned to her computer and the Night Games forums. The usual
Friday night gang was complaining about taxes, the price of gas,
and the latest tale involving their wife, husband, girlfriend,
boyfriend not loving, appreciating or understanding them.

At least they had partners to bitch about. She had
test tubes, microscopes, and more data than she could process in a
day’s work. At home in her stylish two-story condo she had a
generous supply of fine Tennessee whiskey, several two-liter
bottles of Coke, and her oversexed, fertile imagination.

Oh, and her rechargeable vibrator, Mia. Her Lelo
lover was among the few possessions she’d bother to grab in a fire.
It kept her satisfied in a way no man had ever done. Or perhaps it
had simply been so long since she’d had one in her bed she’d
forgotten what it felt like to have sex with a real person?

The last date she’d been on had been a disaster. No,
rephrase that. It was more like a hurricane gone rogue that tore up
half the country. What had happened to all the normal men while she
was buried under a Master of Science program at MIT? Had they left
for Mars on a spaceship and someone forgot to tell her?

Taking another sip of Jack, she clicked to the bio of
Reynold Collins, the site owner. He was such hot eye candy it had
been worth the modest membership fee to join. The story prompts he
posted each month were so intriguing she’d been drawn right in.
Writing erotic horror fed her dark side, and throwing in a vampire
every once in a while gave her an outlet for her sexual
fantasies.

Reynold wrote delicious stories of his own. His
favorite theme involved swashbuckling pirates and stolen treasure.
His characters were so real Ursula wondered how many hours he spent
researching. She loved his descriptions of sword fights and sailing
the high seas. Anything to do with vampires or pirates fascinated
her.

The email conversations she had with him fed her need
for intellectual conversation. He was witty, articulate, and always
seemed to have time to chat with her about new story ideas, or
address her concerns about stalkers from the forum. Most of the
members were women, but every once in a while a man joined and
started harassing some of the women via private messages. These men
seemed to think erotic stories were an open invitation for some
kinky fun in person.