The Assistant (6 page)

“I – I know I’m pretty,” I whispered, “but
– “

“Beautiful.  You’re beautiful.  Say it,
Lina.  Right now,” he demanded.

“I’m beautiful,” I whispered.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growled.

I blushed, heat coursing through me at his
words, before I cleared my throat.  “He never thought I was ugly, he just
wanted someone better in bed which is why I think I should go back to the
bedroom.”

I hurried on before he could say anything. 
“Someone like you obviously has a lot of experience, and I – I might have
fantasized about having sex with you but fantasies are a lot different than the
actual thing.”

“What would you say if I told you I was a
virgin?”  He asked.

My mouth dropped open and I stared blankly
at him before giggling.  “Like hell you are.”

He didn’t reply and I bit at my lip.  “Oh
God.  You aren’t, are you?  I mean, it’s fine if you are, I just – “

He suddenly snorted in amusement and I
slapped him sharply on the chest.  “Asshole!”

He dipped his head, his breath hot in my
ear, and sucked on my earlobe for a moment.  “I can assure you, Ms. Jones, that
I am not a virgin.  In fact, I happen to have excellent skills in the bedroom. 
You’ll find out exactly what I mean when you’re under me and screaming my name.”

“Arrogant asshole,” I muttered
breathlessly.

He grinned.  “Arrogant asshole who’s about
to fuck you senseless, Ms. Jones.”

I moaned as his tongue probed my ear and I
clutched at his arms as he slid his finger in and out of my soaking cunt.

“Now, tell me about your fantasies.”

“I – what?”  I wondered if I could pretend
I didn’t know what he meant.

“You said you fantasized about me.  I want
to hear what they are.”

“Aiden, no!”  I shook my head.  “I – it’s
too embarrassing.”

“You will tell me, Ms. Jones, or I’ll put
you over my knee and spank that delectable bottom of yours until you’re begging
me to stop.”

My pussy clenched around his finger in a
glorious, heart-stopping spasm of pleasure and I moaned softly.  A wide grin
crossed his face and he sucked on my bottom lip, pulling roughly on it.

“Well, well, Ms. Jones.  I think I’ve just
discovered one of your fantasies.”

I groaned and he gave me a decidedly wicked
grin.  “Tell me another fantasy.  Tell me your favourite one, the one that
makes you feel like you’re going to come in your panties.”

I swallowed thickly and gave him a hesitant
look.  “It’s – it’s laundry day and I have nothing to wear but a tight shirt
and short skirt.”

“Like that day a couple of weeks ago?”  He interrupted.

My face went red.  “Um, yeah.”

“When I walked into my office that evening
and saw you bent over my filing cabinet, your ass in its pretty white panties
sticking up in the air, it was all I could do not to rip off those panties and
stick my cock deep into your pussy.  I’d been rock fucking hard all morning
watching you parade around in that tight top and short skirt.  I had to jerk
off in my bathroom at lunch just so I could concentrate on my meetings that
afternoon.”

I made a soft gasping sound of need and he
licked my mouth before whispering, “Go on, Ms. Jones.  Tell me the rest of it.”

“You call me into your office and tell me
that my clothes aren’t work appropriate and they’ve caused a – a large problem,”
I whispered.

He thrust his finger deeper into my pussy
and I shuddered wildly. 

“Keep going,” he muttered.

“Then you unzip your pants, pull out your
cock and tell me to get on my knees and fix the problem.”

“Fuck!”  He whispered harshly.  He used the
ball of his thumb to press lightly on my clit and I made a keening noise of
pleasure, my fingers digging into his broad back.

“Go on,” he said hoarsely.

“I – I get on my knees under your desk and
you put your hand on my head and force me to take your cock into my mouth.  I
suck you and lick you and – “

I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand
when he flicked my clit lightly.

“Don’t stop,” he growled.

“I suck hard and you hold my hair and push
more of your cock into my mouth.  You’re rough but there’s a part of me that
likes it.  I – I want to please you so I try and take as much of you into my
mouth as I can.”

He pulled his finger from my pussy and rubbed
my clit in hard, firm circles.  I moaned and whimpered and struggled to form
coherent thoughts as pleasure grew in my belly.

“You - you tell me that you’re going to
come in my mouth and I have to be a good girl and swallow it all.”

I was panting harshly now, grinding my
pelvis against Aiden’s hand, as he licked my collarbone with an agonizingly
slow stroke.  “And are you a good girl, kitten?  Do you swallow all of my cum
like a good little princess?”

“Yes!”  I cried out as my pussy squeezed
uselessly and my orgasm swept through me in a hard, dizzying rush.  I collapsed
against the mattress, panting loudly and my body trembling.  My pussy was still
throbbing and clenching.  I wanted,
needed
, Aiden’s cock inside of me
and I didn’t protest when he swept my panties down my legs and off my feet.

“Are you on the pill, Lina?” 

I opened my eyes and squinted at him in the
firelight.  He had taken off his t-shirt and I stared hungrily at his chest and
abdomen.  His abs were clearly defined and I reached out with a shaking hand
and curled my fingers into the dark hair on his chest.

His breath hissed out between his teeth and
he muttered a curse before ripping my tank top over my head.

“Are you?”  He asked again as his hand
kneaded my right breast.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“I don’t have a condom with me.”

“Are you kidding me?”  I groaned loudly and
he pinched my nipple lightly.

“Do
you
have one?” 

“No,” I sighed.  “But I can’t believe you
don’t have one.”

“I wasn’t intending to seduce my secretary
tonight, Ms. Jones,” he said dryly.

“Well, fuck.”  I could feel myself pouting
and it must have been apparent because he leaned down and kissed me hard on the
mouth.

“God, you’re fucking adorable when you
pout.”  He grinned.

I sighed loudly and began to wiggle my hand
under the waistband of his track pants.  I could at least give him a hand job. 
It wasn’t what I needed, not by a long shot, but I wasn’t going to leave him
high and dry after he gave me an earth-shattering orgasm.

He caught my hand and pulled it away before
kissing the palm of it.  “I’m clean, Lina.  I get tested regularly and I’m
disease free.”

I stared at him before whispering, “I am
too.”

“I want to fuck you, Lina.  I won’t lie –
having you jack me off isn’t enough for me.  Not after three years of imagining
what it would be like to have your tight little pussy clinging to my cock.”

I moaned and he stared intently at me.  “I
promise I’ll show you my medical records first thing Monday morning, but if
you’d rather not – I won’t pressure you.  It’s your decision, Lina, and I’ll
respect it.”

I studied him for a moment before lifting
my head and kissing him hard on the mouth.  “I want you to fuck me tonight,
Aiden.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.  “Yes, I trust you.  And I’ll
show you my records on Monday too.”

A large smile crossed his face and I inhaled
sharply when he abruptly shoved his track pants down his legs.  I stared at his
large cock.  The head was a slightly darker shade than the shaft and he was
thick and long. 

His hand threaded through my long hair and
gripped tightly.  “Your mouth first, princess.  You’re going to suck my cock
until I tell you to stop.”

I leaned over him eagerly and slid my mouth
down over the head of his cock.  He groaned loudly and fresh lust flooded
through me.  He gathered my hair into a pony tail and tugged sharply when I
closed my eyes.

“Keep your eyes open and look up at me,” he
demanded.

I stared up at him obediently as I licked
and sucked on his cock.  He traced my lips with the head of his cock and I
licked away the precum, moaning a little at the intoxicating taste of him.

“That’s my good girl,” he said hoarsely.  “Suck
harder.”

I tightened my lips around his cock and
sucked firmly.  He thrust his hips into my mouth and groaned again before
holding my head firmly in his hands and plunging his cock in and out.  I opened
my mouth wide and let him control the pace, watching his face as he panted and moaned.

“Christ, Lina,” he muttered harshly before
giving me a naughty grin.  “I’m starting to think I need to add this to your
list of job duties.”

I traced the head of his cock with my
tongue and he moaned again.  “Would you like that, kitten?  Would you like to
start every day on your knees with your hot mouth stuffed full of my cock?”

I nodded and stroked the base of his cock
with my hand before sucking aggressively.

He stiffened and quickly pulled me off his
cock before pushing me roughly on to my back.  “Fuck!  You’re going to make me
come, princess.”

I stared up at him.  I had never been much
for nicknames, tolerating the ‘babe’ and ‘sugar’ that Kent would occasionally
call me but it was different with Aiden.  Hearing him call me ‘princess’ and ‘kitten’,
in that deep, slightly sarcastic tone did strange things to my insides and only
added to my deep desire.

“Spread your legs.”

I parted them eagerly and rubbed myself
against him when he settled his body between my thighs.  He kissed me hard on
the mouth before reaching between us and guiding his cock into my pussy.  I
cried out and thrust my hips upwards.  He groaned loudly as I squeezed my inner
muscles around his thick cock.

“Jesus, you’re killing me,” he muttered.  “Your
pussy is so fucking tight, kitten.”

I bucked my pelvis against his, wrapping my
arms around his waist and clinging tightly to him as I took his cock deep
inside of me.

He cursed again.  “Stop, Ms. Jones.  You’re
much too impatient.”

“No!”  I bit his broad shoulder in near
desperation.  “I need you, Aiden.”

A small smile crossed his face and he
grabbed my wrists and yanked them above my head, pinning them to the mattress
before using his large body to stop the motion of my hips against him.  I
whined in protest and he licked my mouth quickly.

“My kitten needs to be fucked hard and
rough.  Is that it?”

“Yes!”  I moaned.  “Yes!”

“Whatever you need, princess,” he
whispered.

He rose to his knees and, still holding my
wrists captive with one hand, thrust into me with hard, deep strokes.  His other
hand tugged and rubbed at my hard nipples as he drove in and out of my wet
pussy. 

I had never been so wet in my life and I
should have been embarrassed by the loud, sucking sounds my pussy made as it
clung eagerly to his cock.  I wasn’t.  Hell, I wasn’t even embarrassed by the
mewls of need and begging that was spilling from my lips.  My legs were
stretched so widely around his large body that my thigh muscles were burning
but the slight pain was buried beneath a wave of pleasure as Aiden pounded my body
into the mattress in a steady, relentless rhythm.

I closed my eyes and concentrated.  Aiden
was thicker than Kent and I could feel him rubbing snugly against the walls of
my pussy.  It was a different sensation, one that sent large shivers of
pleasure up and down my spine, and I concentrated on that feeling, trying to
will myself into an orgasm.

Aiden’s rhythm was changing, turning into
long, slow strokes instead of hard and fast and I moaned softly as he kissed me
hungrily.

“Can you come from being fucked, Lina?”  He
suddenly whispered.

My eyes popped open in a hurry and I gave
him a wary look, my body tensing under his.  Had he somehow read my damn mind?

He released my hands and nibbled lightly on
my bottom lip as his hips continued their unhurried rhythm.  “Can you?”

I eyed him carefully, trying to read the
look in his eyes, as I considered what to say.  Although I loved sex, loved the
feel of a cock sliding into my pussy, I had never had an orgasm from sex
alone.  I knew there were other women who could, a fact that Kent had often
threw in my face, but I’d never been able to.  It had frustrated Kent to the
point of anger and after listening to him rant about my, as he put it,
‘dysfunctional pussy’, I had finally started faking orgasms. 

I had confessed to Tracy and she had rolled
her eyes and shook her head in disgust. 

“Men and their dicks,” she had scoffed. 
“They get so worked up over their little joysticks.  God forbid if a woman
can’t have an orgasm from the thrusting alone of their all mighty cock.  Jesus,
Lina, don’t listen to anything that dickwad says about sex.  If he was a real
man, he’d find creative ways to make you orgasm rather than berate you for not
being able to come from his little, jabbing dick stick.  When are you going to
dump that goddamn loser?”