My own fingers dig into the table's wood, my body wiggling beyond my control as I chase each teasing brush. A whimper catching in my throat, despite how hard I try to keep silent, fully knowing the rules.
Keep silent.
Don't get us caught.
Never mind the fact that everyone in the office knows about our little arrangement. No, everything is done for the thrill of the taboo--an office romance between a secretary and her boss--that Josh craves. Which means, if we did get caught, that fantasy would shatter. He would be embarrassed while I would most likely be fired.
Thick fingers slide up my body, wrapping around my neck in a firm grip. Pressing against my skin in silent warning to keep quiet, the only reminder I'll get, even though we both know the outer office is empty. That everyone's already out at lunch and there's no meetings planned for the rest of the day.
Assured I'll stay silent, my body soft and pliant beneath his as I'm forced to give in, he curls his fingers into the soaked fabric between my legs, pulling my underwear down low enough to leave me exposed. Hand disappearing, his feet kick my legs out as far as the restraining fabric will allow, while the sound of metallic teeth clicking fills the air.
“This is going to feel so good, baby.” The hissed words are the only warning I get before he slams his cock into me.
The sharp edge of the desktop digs into my skin as I hold on, a small splinter adding to the pain, giving me something to focus on as the room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Above me Josh grunts with every press in, followed by a low moan with every pull back out.
Every sound a brutal punch to my soul as I silently fight back tears as the desk's edge digs into my hips hard enough to bruise.
Just add those to all the others from his fingertips... Though, it's not like this is a surprise. This isn't the first time he's been rough, nor will it be the last.
A fact I've long since come to terms with after the first night we gave into our desire for one another.
He's a man. He has needs that you agreed to...
Just like I have a need to not be hungry. To make sure my bills are paid. That I have shelter, a stable income, and any other needs that come up... No matter what they might cost me.
Staring at the built-in bookshelf across the room, I try to distract myself as Josh continues to grunt and groan, focusing on a picture of him staring back at me.
While average in appearance, his cheeks had been flushed, his brown hair disheveled as he posed for the camera. Doing his best to not show just how fatigued we both were after our long trek up the side of the first mountain we had conquered together.
The picture is more than a memory, more than a moment frozen in time. It's a reminder of what we can accomplish when we work together. That, while the journey had been long and hot, exhausting even, the night had been even hotter in the small pup tent we had shared well into the next morning.
Every time I see it, especially during times like these when he's busy pounding into me with no regard to my wants or needs, it reminds me of all the other times when he’s gentle and caring. When he's seen to my needs as we had bathed in some outdoorhot spring, surrounded by snow, or the time we had lain together beneath the shade of a tree, on a sandy beach, just holding one another as we watched the sun set.
Next to the photo… my body shakes, a shiver racing down my spine, causing chills to erupt along my skin before Josh's warmth even has a chance to chase the feeling away, as my eyes are drawn to the solid bronze statue of a gorgeous woman. A statue, given to him by Ms Cavanaugh, that I swear is staring at me. Judging me.
If I had to describe the statue 'seductive' is the first word that comes to mind.
Tall. Thin. Her delicate hands cup her large, perfect breasts while slits along her long gown cut all the way up. The replicated fabric clings to every curve of her body. An angel amongst us mere mortals, with her body framed by thin, delicate, feathered wings. A smirk upon her lips, as if she is privy to some secret.
But, when you continue to look at her, you start to notice other details.
You notice how her eyes glint red when the light hits it just right. How a set of horns peek through her long wavy hair, curling up over her head, their sharp tips tilting up.
The other word... 'Blood thirsty.' Maybe even 'possessed.'
Hidden between the delicate feathers, on the arch of her wings, are tiny spikes poking through. Spikes that are so sharp, they caused me to bleed all over it when I brought it into Josh's office.
Of course, when I had told him about it, he just shrugged, muttering something about how it's supposed to bring him good fortune. Then proceeded to tell me to just be careful next time, as if I would ever touch it again.
The whole good fortune thing? Honestly I don't believe it but he seems to think it's working. Especially since several high profile clients have approached him since. Though one can alsoargue that they came because they saw all the new ads his father has been running for the last two months.
"Five more minutes," Josh grunts, drawing my attention back to him. His words murmured so low I'm sure he didn't mean for me to hear them as he continues, "Only five more minutes before..."
His hands move across my body to my hips, fingers digging into my sides as he holds me in place while sweat trickles down my back. Whether it is from me or from him I don't know but a simmering heat begins to curl in my core, my body chasing its own need with every thrust. My body moves back to meet his, hoping those few moments of contact will add the friction my body craves.
The scents of stale, salty sweat and male musk fills the air as he continues. Beads of sweat falling down my neck. Over my shoulders. Soaking into my black hair as he pushes harder and harder into me.
Soft whimpers fall from my lips as I try to keep quiet and just hold on, the sounds earning me a firm smack against my ass.