He plunged inside of her, and began to pump, with smooth even strokes, with all the previous foreplay, she could come any second. She opened her mouth in a silent scream and made a whimpering noise.

  "Fuckmefuckmefuckme...” She cried out in her passion.

  It was too much for her, she whimpered again, all of her senses focused on the man fucking her senseless. Her pussy was so swollen and juicy; he slid in and out with ease, in a steady rhythm that got harder and faster, with each stroke.

  "Come on, baby. Come for me.” He pinched her clit, sending her over the edge.

  And she did, she screamed out with the delicious sensations that swept her body. “Oh my God. I'm coming!” A wave of pleasure rushed over her, as she came. She felt him harden inside her. His body tensed against hers as he came inside of her. Her breathing was ragged, but she felt sated and she enjoyed every minute of what they shared. She wasn't sure if she would but she did. Too bad it would end after tonight, but what else could she do?

  They remained like that for a minute, while he traced soft circles on her shoulder, before he finally eased himself out of her and removed the blindfold.

  "You were beautiful. Come and lay on the bed for a minute with me.” He enjoyed watching her come under him, but wanted to feel her body next to his for while.

  She obeyed him and jumped up on the bed, wriggling to make room for him. She lay down and looked up to see herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed with desire and her hair a little bit mussed, and he was gorgeous, next to her. He untied her wrists and kissed them gently where the ropes had chafed them.

  "How was your first time?"

  "I never imagined it could be like that."

  "Good, because it can get even better. If you are willing to try."

  "There is more?"

  "We are only limited by our imagination, Dee. We do have all night to play.” He gave her ass a sharp pinch and she gasped in surprise. “I still have yet to get into that delicious ass of yours."

  "Yes, all night.” But not tomorrow she thought, hoping it would not be long before he fell asleep so she could slip out unnoticed. The sex was the best she had ever experienced but she did not want to complicate her life, and sleeping with her boss definitely complicated things.

  Chapter Eight

  A week had passed and Victor had mentioned nothing to her, but with each day that passed, the man grew more and more agitated. The first day was awful for her. She felt so nervous; she thought she might start shaking at any moment. She kept inside of her office, hoping she would not come across Victor that day. How could she face him after what they shared? Things would never be the same between them if he knew. She hoped he didn't know already. Lord knows he saw all of her. He could recognize her body now. He may have known she was wearing a wig to conceal her identity. He had put his hands in her hair that time while she was sucking him. He had been very close to her all night long. Any number of things could have given her away.

  Denise busied herself with calling and interviewing informants. Doing the necessary paperwork to follow up and getting permission to tap phone lines.

  Denise had done everything to avoid him that first day and when he first saw her, he had said nothing about the pervious night to indicate he knew her secret. If she had it her way she would hide in her office for the rest of that day. No, definitely the rest of the week if she had it her way. But fate wouldn't let her hide herself away for long.

  "Denise!” Victor came storming into her office, letting the door slam against the wall. At first she feared he may already know her secret. “Where is the report for the Simmons file? I got a phone call to confirm the order to tap the phone lines and I can't find it. I left it on my desk and now I can't find it."

  Denise just furrowed her brows at him in frustration. The man never acted like this. He was usually much calmer and easy going. “It got filed.” She pointed to the wall of filing cabinets in her office. “What's got you tied up in knots this morning, sir?” She asked, wary of starting any kind of conversation with him, of anything that might reveal her secret. At the same time, she knew being too quiet would let him know something was wrong, possibly even giving away her guilt. She knew his reaction had been building for weeks, and what had originally put him in such a foul mood was her.

  His voice was caustic and lined with anger, “You'd be in a tizzy, too, if you spent a night giving pleasure to someone and they took the first opportunity to walk out on you."

  She instinctively knew he was talking about the night they shared together. Her face paled notably and her blood chilled. “I'm sorry.” She began to wring her hands, then stopped realizing she was sending out deceptive body language that showed she was lying, to a man who was trained in the art of reading it. Was she a complete idiot? She might as well just be admitting it was her. Her body language was almost as bad as coming out and telling him the words that she was the one.

  "I don't even know her name."

  She was me. My name is Denise, her thoughts raced as she wondered, what would he be thinking if he knew? If he really knew who she was, and how wantonly she acted that night? What would he do if he knew how many times she had re-lived that night in her own troubled mind? Or if he knew how many times her dreams had turned to him as her dream lover? She might be able to distance him in her life, but he lived intimately in her mind. She stared blankly at her clenched hands. She didn't want to meet his eyes.

  When she finally raised her eyes to meet his, she saw his eyes were glued to her hands. She watched as the emotion they held changed from shock to thinly veiled anger. She didn't know how he knew, but suddenly she knew that he knew who his mistress was that night. She looked down at her hands in horror to see her grandmother's ring. She had worn it that night. She had not thought about removing it. She always wore it. And she still had it on. It was a habit that she had not thought to break.

  "Denise, did you go to my party last week?” He lounged casually against the doorframe.

  "I don't know what you mean."

  She felt herself shrinking from the cold gray of his watchful smile. He didn't respond to her. He just stood there examining her as if he could read her like a book. Could he tell she was lying? Without a word he crossed the room and shut the door, locking it behind him.

  A shiver of fear kissed her spine. He knew. She just knew he knew. There was not a doubt in her mind that he was drawing out the tension. It was time to pay the piper. She looked up at him with an effort, fighting the trembling sensation that threatened to take over her limbs.

  "I think you do know,” he said in a stern voice.

  She swallowed, knowing she had been caught, but how badly? Was it a guess? She wasn't going to admit anything, if he didn't know for sure. Denise threw her shoulders back determined not to give anything away. He would have to beat it out of her first. A visual memory of that night passed through her mind, and she was immediately turned on. Beat it out of her? She might actually enjoy that. Let him try.

  "When were you going to tell me?"

  He knew. Denise realized that any pretense was useless at that moment. “Never. Wasn't that obvious?"

  "Now it is, Dee.” He emphasized her false name with anger.

  Suddenly she felt a pang of regret; perhaps if there were no secrets between them, they could have had a decent friendship for the future. But now? Not any longer. She had ruined everything. The best thing she could hope for was to be back to some sort of professionalism. If it was even possible to salvage that much of a relationship. “Look, now that we know, we can put this behind us and go on with our lives and pretend it never happened."

  "Is that what you want?"

  "Yes.” She replied hesitantly.

  "What you really want?” he repeated the question in a calm voice.

  "Yes.” She looked to the floor when she said it, but she could already feel a familiar heat rise within her. A signal of her body readying itself in anticipation of him. She crossed her arms over her chest, brushing against the nipples that had hardened into firm peaks.

  "Your words are saying one thing and your body is telling me another, Denise."

  "I don't know, but it's for the best, isn't it?” she squeaked out.

  "Is it? When I found you were gone I went crazy looking for you. I can't believe you left me in the middle of the night.” Victor's fist hit her desk in frustration. He had obsessed on her for that week. He thought he knew, but it was not until today that he knew for sure. He was hoping she would have confessed. That she would have talked about it to clear the air between them, or admitted that she wanted more. How could she not want what they shared to continue?

  Denise winced. It sounded cruel and heartless. Was that how he saw her? Her voice was resigned when she actually spoke, “I thought it was for the best. What kind of choice do we have? It's not like we have a future together. You and I both enjoyed the sex and that is it. End of story."

  "Aren't you afraid everyone else will find out your little secret?"

  "I don't have any secrets, Victor. Are you saying you are planning on blackmailing me?"

  "No, I am saying that you worked so hard to keep this hidden, but I knew who you were. I was waiting for you to come to me, to talk with me, but you never did. Is it because you are embarrassed?"

  "Yes—No. I don't know, but that is exactly why it has to end Victor. I can't keep a secret like that forever. Sooner or later everyone would know about us."

  "So what.” Victor crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat and she rose to her feet. His strong hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him. “You should be proud of who you are. You were made to be dominated, Denise. I know how you felt that night. You enjoyed every minute of it. It doesn't have to be the end, Denise.” He kissed her, ravaging her mouth with his. His tongue licked the entrance at her mouth and she opened to him in her submission. It felt delicious to let him kiss her like this, his tongue attacking and retreating in steady rhythm, mocking sex. The heat spread through her entire body.

  Finally he drew back from their kiss, and spoke, “It doesn't have to end, Denise."

  Denise let out a sigh, “I confess I don't want it to end either."

  "Then let's make it a beginning. Trust me, Denise"

  "I trust you, Victor."

  Chapter Nine

  "Tell me that you didn't like it that night."

  "I can't."

  "You can't, can you? Why is that?” Victor smirked at her, already knowing the answer. His fingers traced circles on the nape of her neck intimately.

  "I can't because that wouldn't be true.” She was such a bad liar that she didn't even try.

  "Do you know why, Denise?"

  She shook her head silently, looking to the floor.

  "It is because you were born for this.” His hand traced the length of her spine, before resting on her ass. He smacked her rump with one smart tap. “You need this as much as I do. You are a strong woman, Denise. You need a strong hand, to guide you. I knew the moment that I first saw you. You need to be dominated, and conquered. I am just the man for the job."

  There was a ring of truth to that statement and yet her most primal self wanted to fight it. She didn't want to believe that. “I don't think so."

  "No? You are not leaving me much choice. Turn around, Denise.” He commanded arrogantly, making a circle motion with his hand.

  "What?"

  "I said turn around and put your hands on your desk."

  Her eyes sparkled in response, sharing exactly how thrilled she felt by his hand. She felt exactly the same way and yet it didn't seem right. It was everything she had fought against all her life. Being dominated felt like it would be a sign of weakness. So why did just the idea of it thrill her to her core? It scared her that she could feel this way and thrilled her at the same time.

  He pulled up her skirt, revealing her lacy panties. “What are you doing?” She said, craning her neck back to look back at him. His large hands cradled her hips.

  "Spread yourself for me."

  "What?"

  "You heard me. Spread your legs. Do it, Denise."

  She obeyed, spreading her legs wide. What was wrong with her? Submitting to such a crude demand? She wanted to. Hearing his verbal domination was an incredible turn on, but she didn't feel like she should like it quite so much. Wasn't she stronger than that? Didn't she know better than to let a man treat her like this? The problem was she liked it too much to want it to stop.

  "Bend over and show me your pussy."

  Again her weak body submitted to him. She felt so hot and ready for him; she could come just by his eyes staring at her. She struggled with her mind, knowing it was him that was doing this to her body. She cursed herself for being so weak, and at the same time she had never felt so alive, and so ready for his touch.

  "Are you telling me that you didn't like it when I spanked you?"

  "Yes.” It was a lie and they both knew it. She wanted to be spanked by his hand right now.

  "So the spanking did not just turn you on? The submission did not make you need more? Are you telling me that you won't be wet and ready for me if you took off your panties right now?"

  "No?"

  "No. Not at all."

  "I believe that is a lie, Denise. You are going to have to prove it to me now. Take off your panties for me."

  She found herself in a daze, slipping her panties down her waist and letting them fall to a pile on the floor at her feet.

  "You can't deny what your body is doing to you.” She gasped when she felt his hand cup her sex. “You are so wet for me."

  She let out a low moan involuntarily, as his hand worked her pussy, his fingers separating the swollen lips of her pussy, teasing her mercilessly by not touching where she ached with need.

  "You are so wet right now. If I was to fuck you right now, I would not have any trouble coming inside of you would I? I would slip right in, you are so turned on.” He plunged two fingers deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit.

  "Yes—no.” How could she be liking this? What was wrong with her? Why was she letting him do this to her?

  "You need to be disciplined, Denise. I knew it from the moment I saw you."

  She fought to keep her composure, biting down on her bottom lip.

  "That I would be the one to do it and I would be inside your tight cunt."

  "Tell me what you want, Denise,” he said smugly.

  "I want you—please fuck me,” she heard herself begging.

  He growled, before plowing into her tight cunt mercilessly fingering her wet pussy.

  "Pleeeeeaaassseee—yes!” She wriggled herself over his large hands, squirming to hit just the right spot. He was tormenting her and yet, it was such a sweet torture. The aching need for gratification of her body had built into a demand.

  "You like that?” His voice was cocky, already knowing her answer. His hard body was pressed against hers. She could feel his own hardness rising again. He was there so very close, and yet he was holding off where she needed it.

  One hand was on her clit and the other spanked her.

  "Victor Just give it to me!"

  "Like this?” His fingers worked magic on her body sending out waves of pleasure, pushing her to the edge. She gasped out as the pressure snaked out from her belly and wrapped around her chest. Her bottom lip tingled slightly as she bit into it, savoring the pain.

  Erotic thrills transported her into a state of rapture.

  "Oh Yes! YES!” She moaned as she felt the orgasm sweep her body. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she trembled under his hand. His hand was wet with her juices, and he smeared them over her anus, circling her tight hole. He pressed one finger into each hole, moving in a rhythm that was meant to excite her and it swept her up into a euphoric frenzy. She trembled with the last of her strength. Her knees felt they would not have supported her, if he had not held her in place.

  He cradled her in his arms, letting her breathing return to a near normal state.

  "Don't deny me, Denise."

  "I won't."

  Chapter Ten

  The weeks had passed quickly. Victor and Denise worked out a tentative balance in their relationship. In front of coworkers, Denise always addressed him professionally as Victor. Behind closed doors or in the bedroom it was Master.

  Resisting him at work was too hard. It became a game to test his endurance and afternoon romps became the norm. Punishment was necessary with her constantly being bad to get a rise out of him.

  Denise enjoyed surprising Victor while he was on conference calls. She would lock the door to his office and sneak in hiding under his desk and giving him a blow job. The thrill of it, the danger of being caught added to her enjoyment.

  Victor was in the copy room when she snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, hugging her close. Almost immediately he pushed her away.

  "Denise this has got to stop."

  "What do you mean?” She paled her chest tightened and it felt like her heart just dropped into her stomach. Why? What had she done wrong, that he would suddenly push her away?

  "I mean this has got to end. We can't continue like this at work."

  Denise was dumbstruck. Was he saying it was over? She had never had anyone like him in her life and now he was the one to end it? This was going to break her heart.

  "Look, how about we discuss it over dinner tonight?"

  "Sure. Yeah—okay we will talk tonight. My place? I'll make you dinner if you like.” She smiled tentatively.

  "Okay.” He bent over and kissed her forehead. “I'll meet you at your place—say at eight PM?” Without another word, he picked up his paperwork and made a move for the exit.

  Denise was too stunned to reply before he left the room.

  * * * *

  Ordinarily she would have been able to laugh and joke with the rest of the men. Denise's heart was heavy with her impending breakup. It was over and she could not believe it could be over so suddenly. She had been called out on an assignment. She spent the morning interviewing an informant. That left her as the closest one to the bomb scare. She wasn't fully sure why she was called. It wasn't really in her jurisdiction unless it was related to a terrorist act and nobody was calling up threatening to explode something. So where was the terrorist act?

 

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