Joe was the hottest boss I'd ever had, and he flirted with everyone. So I wasn't necessarily surprised when occasionally he took notice of .
"Hey, Sandra," he'd say, resting one hip on my desk and flashing that killer smile. The one complete with dimples and deep, soulful brown eyes.
"Hey, Joe," I supplied, keeping my eyes on my computer screen.
"Want to co out with us Friday night?"
"No, sorry, I'm busy that night," I glanced at him, noting the humor in his eyes that never dimd.
"Sure, no problem. Maybe next week?" The way he said it, it sounded more like an answer than a question.
"Maybe next week." Was I agreeing? I was definitely not agreeing.
"Great!" And with that, he floated off assuredly to his next proposition. I had to admit, he had an excellent body, and I had to admire that kind of swaggering confidence.
The next week, Joe was carrying an armful of folders and a large box of files. Slung across his arm was also an Armani jacket, so casually it nearly made cringe. As he walked by my desk, sothing must have dropped out of the pocket. Monts later, when he had disappeared into his office, I looked down and noticed a leather black book, smaller than my hand, lying on the floor.
Discreetly, I speared it with my heel, drug it out of sight and bent to pick it up. Opening the first few pages, I imdiately noticed the many nas and numbers of many won who worked in our building and, figuring this was sothing better examined in private, quickly stashed it in my briefcase.
Blushing, I pretended to be busy at work and let my thoughts race. Was that what I think it was? This wasn't a man who was careless in business, but clearly, if this was so kind of little black book, he was obviously careless in his personal life. Soone in his position surely wouldn't keep sothing like that...
"Hey, Sandra!"
Startled, my hands jolted and spewed random letters across the proposal I was writing.
"Hm?" I glanced up as Joe leaned across my desk, resting his chin in his hands.
"I was hoping we could have a little talk about sothing. Say, tonight, over dinner?" He smiled and it was hard to break my gaze away.
"Sure," I managed, trying to look innocent.
"Perfect. The Ivy, off 38th. Eight o'clock."
"Sure."
He winked, like we had a secret. Then left.
Slowly, I packed up my things and decided to call it a day. I wasn't going to get anything else done here.
When I got ho, I opened the book again. My na wasn't in it. So of the nas I knew, so I didn't. So were crossed off. Then I noticed many of them had amounts listed next to them.
100, I read. 150. 125...
Hmm. While I raised an eyebrow at so, most of the nas didn't surprise .
Dinner was in two hours. What was I going to do?
After so thought, a smile crossed my lips. I went through my clothes, pulling out a sexy skirt and nearly see-through blouse with so spicy lingerie underneath. If Joe was looking for so kind of negotiation, that's what I'd give him.
---- x o ----
When she walked in, I didn't recognize her at first. The woman who usually dressed conservatively had on a skimpy little black skirt and silver top, unbuttoned and revealing sothing lacy underneath. Shapely, long legs tapered down onto a pair of black stilettos. I tried not to lick my lips.
"Hey, Joe."
"Hey, Sandra."
She slled fantastic. Sothing dark and crisp and alluring. Her brown hair was down, her eyes smokey in makeup I'd never seen hear wear. I felt my cock twitch and tried to keep myself composed as I took her hand and kissed it.
"Shall we?"
I let the hostess lead us to our private table and ordered us so oysters and champagne. Of course, we had an entire balcony to ourselves, just as I had arranged it.
"So," I said conversationally, "It's been awhile since I hired you to work for the company. How are you liking your position?"
"Oh," she smiled, her lip gloss glittering in the dim light. "I think I like it just fine. But, of course, I'm always looking for new opportunities."
"That's just what I was hoping to hear."
I watched her sip her drink and eat delicately. She traced the top of her glass with her finger and I found myself srized by her lips. They were full and thick, and shimring wet with gloss. I'd always found her attractive, but with all her features embellished she was downright sexy. Delighted she had co to play, I'd let her think she had the upper hand. I had a feeling we'd both be leaving quite satisfied.
---- x o ----
"So, Sandra," he said.
"Yes, Joe?" I smiled.
"I think you have sothing that belongs to ."
"Oh," I reached into my purse, pulling out the little black book. "Do you an this?"
I leafed through the pages once again, trying to contain my amusent. He'd clearly left it for to find. But why? Intrigued now, I crossed and uncrossed my legs, allowing my skirt to hike up a bit further.
"What is it?"
He stared at a mont, a smile playing across his mouth. He had a bit of stubble, making him look tougher and a bit more rugged. A bit more dangerous.
"I think you know what it is."
I smiled.
"I imagine a man in your position might find sothing like this a...sensitive matter. And I suspect you would like it back."
"Yes," he held his gaze, and I began to find this ga very exciting.
"I may be willing to be discreet about this..." I set the book on the table. "For a price."
"I thought you might say that," he held my gaze, still giving nothing away. "What did you have in mind?"
"What's it worth to you?"
He seed to consider for a mont, then stood, drawing up as well. He reached around and pulled snugly against him.
"Hey-"
"I'll make you a deal," he said, his hands on my hips. "You give the book back, and I give you a night you won't forget."
His hands began to roam higher, brushing under my blouse.
"No deal," I said. "I give you the book back, and you give a promotion. And we forget I ever saw it."
I placed my hands on his chest to try to push him away, and he caught one and began to nibble on my fingers.
"The problem with that deal is, it doesn't include you. And I'm accustod to getting what I want."
He leaned in and kissed my neck, his hands dipping under my blouse and his thumbs brushing just beneath my breasts. The man was sexy, I had to admit, and it had been a while, a long, long while, since I'd slept with anyone.
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"You can't afford ," I managed as his hands beca very busy and he began kissing his way along my neck.
"Na your price," he murmured, biting my earlobe.
I backed away, putting so space between us. I ran a hand through my hair.
"Listen, Joe, I've never done anything like this before."
"Then let's make it simple." He pulled out his checkbook, scribbled sothing on it, and handed it to .
Stunned, I glanced down at a signed blank check.
"You can't be serious," I blurted.
"I want you, Sandra. One night. Na your price." He held out a pen.
I hadn't intended for things to go this way. I had wanted to dangle the bait in front of him, then walk away with my promotion and leave him with his secrets. But... glancing at the check, I felt a little lightheaded.
"Hold on a second," I held up a finger. "...what exactly are you proposing?"
He grinned, a sly toothy smile spreading across his face.
"You na your price, and in return, I get you for one night. What we do is entirely up to . What we don't do, that's entirely up to you. And, of course, I get my book back."
Feeling curious, brave and a little turned on, I contemplated the deal. Then, I wrote in ONE MILLION and a one, followed by six zeroes. I held it up for him to see.
"How about this?" I said smugly.
"Done," he said, picking up the black book from the table. "Let's go."
My jaw dropped as he took my hand.
"You can't be serious."
"Darling, I'm always serious when it cos to business."
--- x o ----
I was still stunned as I found myself standing in his penthouse, overlooking the city. The check was tucked in my purse, and I was in shock. This couldn't actually be happening. He handed a glass of wine and looked up and down with those dark brown eyes.
"You don't actually expect to believe you're going to go through with this."
"Do you happen to know what my net worth is?" he countered, pulling close again and beginning to unbutton my blouse.
"Well, yeah, but..."
He brushed the sleeves over my shoulders, then let my shirt fall to the ground, kissing the exposed skin above my bra.
"Trust , Sandra, I'm good for it."
He trailed open mouthed kisses across my breasts, then up my neck.
"Last chance to back out," he whispered, his hands roaming down to gently cup my ass. "Do you agree to our deal, or not?"
He gave my ass a squeeze.
"Okay, all right. I agree."
"Good girl," he murmured, turning away to pull back against him. He bit my shoulder, the fingers of one hand splaying across my stomach as his other hand pulled down my skirt.
He made an approving sound at my choice of underwear: a black lace thong. I started to reach for my shoes before he stopped .
"No, leave the heels on."
One hand keeping pressed against him-I could feel his erection against the small of my back-he used the other to toy with the thong, brushing his hand along the front of my thighs.
I squird as his fingers road the edges of the fabric, his hand leaving my belly to squeeze one breast, his breath heavy on the back of my neck.
"You are so gorgeous," he said softly in my ear. His fingers dipped inside , gently probing, teasing. I groaned.
He unfastened my bra, then turned around and kissed , gently at first and then more urgently.
"Tell to stop, if you get uncomfortable."
Then he pushed my back against the wall and dropped to his knees, kissing his way down my stomach and stopping between my thighs. He pressed a kiss to my mound, then I felt his tongue lapping at my folds.
"Oh, God," I gripped his hair as he pushed his tongue inside . I felt a finger enter as he continued his assault, and my knees went weak when he sucked at my sensitive bud. He pumped a finger in and out as he licked and kissed my most sensitive core. When I thought my legs might buckle, he stood and scooped up.
His bed was large and luxurious. He laid down, then flipped over.
"On your knees."
I obeyed, turning on my hands and knees, my heels hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Mmm," he ran a hand over my ass, squeezing and kneading, as I heard his pants unzip. I felt him rub his length up and down my opening, the smooth head of his cock teasing my outer lips which were now nearly dripping with wetness.
"God you look so sexy."
He pushed his cock into just barely, then stopped. I squird again as he reached around and tugged at my nipples. I tried to push back into him, but he held my hips with one hand and swatted my ass with the other.
"Ah-ah," he teased.
"Oh," I gasped, as he spanked again. Then again. I felt his cock push in just a bit more, his thick girth filling and nearly trembled.
"You like the way I feel inside you?"
"Mm," I grunted.
"That's not an answer." He spanked again, harder this ti. I felt my skin growing hot.
"Ah! Yes!"
"Good girl." He pumped inside , once, twice. Pulling out slowly, then firmly thrusting back in. He spanked again, fucking roughly until I ca.
"Oh, God!" I scread, my whole body tensing as he continued to pump into , filling tightly, his thrusts swift and unrelenting.
"On your knees."
Weakly, I slid to the ground. He gripped the back of my head and guided his cock into my mouth. I sucked generously, feeling his thickness and swirling my tongue around the tip.
"Suck hard."
I obeyed, feeling him pulse and grow stiff. He began to pump gently into my mouth, gripping my hair, I took him deeply until, with a final thrust and a loud groan, he ca and I felt his warm cum slide down my throat.
With a final lick, he pulled to my feet.
"I'm going to fuck you again."
He pushed back onto the bed, onto my back, and suckled my breasts again, teasing the nipples until they felt tender and erect, squeezing with his hands.
He found my mouth again and began to kiss deeply, urgently, and I felt his cock stir again.
Unexpectedly, he stood, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out three silk ties.
"Lift your arms."
I watched as he tied both my wrists to the bedpost, then slid one over my eyes.
"Are you uncomfortable?"
"No," I breathed as his tongue dipped into my bellybutton. His teeth scraped along my abdon.
"Good."
Blindly, I heard him fumble around the drawer again. Curious, sowhat hesitant, I listened to try to figure out what he was doing.
"This won't hurt."
I felt sothing cold press into . He was fucking with so kind of object as he kissed again. I moaned.
"Spread your legs."
Sowhat hesitantly, I obeyed, and I felt it press against my asshole. He worked it into slowly, filling my ass. I felt oddly turned on, helpless to move my arms. I arched my back as he pushed it deeper, finger fucking as he went.
"Wider."
I lifted my knees further apart and the end of the plug finally t my ass. Then, I felt him tease again, his cock pressing at my opening.
"Ah."
I strained against the fabric of the ties as he barely pressed inside , slowly filling , I felt his cock twitch as he bottod out inside . His hands gripped my hips tightly as he worked his way in and out, slowly picking up the pace.
"Tell to fuck you."
"Oh God," I groaned, as he slowly pulled out. Then stopped.
"Oh, please. Fuck . Fuck !"
He ramd inside . I heard the slap of skin as he began a brutal pace, my ass bouncing as he grunted with each thrust, feeling impossibly full and overwheld with sensation.
"Oh, fuck. Oh fuck."
He lifted my hips off the bed, fucking impossibly deeper, until I ca with a scream, shuddering as he ca with , filling with his load.
Exhausted, spent, I felt myself go limp as he lay on top of , both of us sweaty and sated.
"Tired?" he asked finally. I nodded.
"Too bad..." I heard the humor in his voice. "The night's only half over."
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