Chapter 2 (a) – Beautiful
but…
Holy shit. I am so fucking
screwed. I’d been staring at my ceiling since I woke up thirty minutes ago.
Hard. Again. And this time
was even worse than the 296 other times I had woken up this way. This
time, I knew what I was
missing.
Nine months. Nine fucking
months of morning wood, and endless fantasies about someone I didn’t
even want. Well that wasn’t
completely true. I wanted her.
I wanted her more than any
women I’d ever seen. The big problem was I hated her. Well maybe not…
no, I hated her. She was one
of the biggest bitches I’ve ever met.
And she hated me too. I
mean, she really hated me. In all my 28 years, I had never met someone who
pushed my buttons like my assistant. Priya. Well, Ms. Sharma.
Just her name made my dick
twitch.
Fucking traitor. I stared
down at my cock. He was the one that got me into this mess to begin with. I rubbed
my hands across my face and sat up. What the fuck was I going to do? God, why
couldn’t I just keep it in my pants? I’ve managed it for nine fucking months.
And it had worked. I kept my
distance, bossed her around, hell, even I’ll admit I’d been a bastard.
And then I just lost it.
All it took was one moment,
sitting in that quiet room, her smell all around me and that fucking skirt. I snapped.
She leaned over the table,
her perfect ass on display in front of me. I couldn’t do this anymore. I was
harder than hell and every nerve in my body was screaming to reach out and
touch. I just didn’t have the fight left.
My hand moved of its own
volition. It reached out for her, ignoring every argument I’d had with myself
for almost a year. I said her name. Those brown eyes turned to look at me. But
what was that look in her eyes? Was it anger. . lust? I couldn’t bring myself
to think about it anymore. .
My body took over. Eyes
meeting.
Waiting. Tell me no. Make me
stop. My hand lower. Soft fabric. Under. Skin like satin. Don’t let me do this.
Up, slowly.
Stop me. Lace. Heat. Wet.
Heaven.
I threw her on the table;
her legs open to me, her panties a ripped pile of expensive lace on the floor.
I sunk two fingers inside, and the sound of her pleasure sent a thrill straight
to my aching cock. I was so jealous of my fingers; I wanted to be inside of
her.
Thrusting myself in and out,
hearing her scream my name and punishing her for making me want her so badly.
My mind caught up with my
body and I pulled away. She grabbed my tie, pulling me to her, telling me to
finish what I started. Her lips crashed into mine, tasting me, taunting me. She
was always taunting me. The way she looked, the way she smelled, even the way
she laughed. I needed to be in control now. I grabbed her pretty shirt and
ripped it open, the buttons flying about the room and her beautiful tits
showing themselves to me at last.
Shaky hands came to my belt.
Fumbling to open me up to
her. She wanted this as much as I did. Rage boiled in me at that thought. How
dare she act everyday like I was nothing, like she was too good for me? Every
single day at work, she was so calm, so cold, and deep down she was just as
turned on as I was. I felt myself getting even harder, battling the different
emotions inside me. Her hand gripped me, squeezing me hard, and I throbbed at
her touch.
Shit. This was getting me
nowhere. I fucked her last night, hard. It should have been enough. I was sure
that if I just had her once, the wanting would be over, and I’d finally have
some peace. But here I was, in my bed, fucking throbbing like I haven’t come in
weeks. I looked at the clock, and it had only been nine hours.
This was just sick. What was
I, sixteen?
Closing my eyes, I lay back
down and I let out a deep breath. Images of her fluttered behind my eyelids.
Pushing her skirt up, I was
able to see her beautifully waxed pussy. When I had touched her, I noticed the
lack of hair, but seeing it before me, made my muscles tighten and my dick
twitch.
Funny how something so
simple can take you by surprise. I had imagined her pussy in every way imaginable,
and finally seeing it had made me weak in the knees. I didn’t give either of us
any warning as I pushed into her.
And fuck, if it wasn’t everything I had
dreamed of.
She was tight, and so wet,
her legs above her, her ankles in my hands. I continued to pound in and out of
her. I was going to fuck her out of me. Like an exorcism. Rid myself of this
gorgeous demon that had taken hold of my will.
Every day she had more power
over me. She always appeared so prim and proper, but her body haunted my
dreams.
Her long dark hair, piled up
on her head, her fucking haunting eyes, her face, her lips, her body.
The way she dressed, the way
she walked. Stealing my resolve, bit by bit, every day.
I taunted her, calling her
out as the cocktease that she was. But she still mocked me, telling me she’d
had better.
Red-hot anger had surged
through me.
Lust overwhelmed my senses.
I would erase every man from her memory. I growled, throwing her to the window,
ordering her to spread herself for me. I would humiliate her, show the world
what she was like. I thrust into her, purging myself of this need, fucking her
harder than I’d ever dreamed. Her moans and cries were the sweetest music I’d
ever heard. I wanted her to say my name. To know that it was me making her feel
this way.
Her muscles began clenching around me, grabbing me, pulling me in.
She screamed and swore and thrashed on the cold glass.
When she kissed me my mind
became muddied, with every stroke of her tongue against mine, my body begged
for her.
Her hands in my hair,
yanking and guiding left me wanting to beg her to touch me. She slid down the
glass onto her knees in front of me. Her hot mouth enveloped me, drawing me in.
God, how many times had I imagined her servicing me like this? All those times
I’d watch her eat at her desk, imagining what it would be like. I wanted to
fist my hands in her long hair, but I was paralyzed by the sensation. I was
helpless to stop this.
When she moaned around my
cock, I felt every tremor of her voice vibrate against me. She sucked and
licked and groaned and when I felt her teeth slide against me, I couldn’t hold
back anymore.
My orgasm ripped through me
as my come shot down her throat. And then she released me and I was left
gasping and stumbling and shaken.
So many thoughts crashed
through my mind. The things that we had done, the things I still wanted. I wanted
to taste her, to see if she would be as delicious as she was in my dreams. I
took a quick shower, scrubbing myself roughly as if to remove any trace of her
that remained after last night. This was going to stop, this had to stop. Ram
Kapoor did not act like this.
Women threw themselves at
me. I never chased anyone. Ever. I could have any woman I wanted, and
I usually did.
But I certainly did not fuck
around in my office. The last thing I needed was some clingy woman ruining
everything. I couldn’t allow her to have this control over me. Everything was
so much better before I knew what I was missing. As torturous as that was, this
was million times worse.
I was making my way into my
office when she walked in. The way she had left last night, without a word, I
figured one of two scenarios awaited me. Either she would be making eyes at me,
thinking that last night meant something; that we meant something. Women were
clingy that way.
Or, she would have my ass.
Literally.
If word got out about what
we had done, not only could I lose my job, but everything my family and I had
worked for. As much as I hated her though, I couldn’t see her doing something
like that.
If there was one thing I had
learned about her, it was that she was trustworthy and loyal. She might be a
hateful shrew, but I didn’t think she would throw me to the lions. She had
worked for Kapoor Industries since college, and was a very valued part of the
company for a reason. Even if I was sick of listening to my dad tell me how
lucky I was that she stuck around.
But I’ll be damned if she
didn’t completely ignore my presence. She walked in wearing a knee length
trench coat. It shielded what she wore while at the same time showing off those
amazing legs, made to appear that much longer by the gold strap heels she was
wearing.
Fuck me shoes.
Oh shit… if she was wearing
those shoes, there was a good chance…. No, not that dress. Please, for the love
of God, not that dress. I knew for a fact there was no way I had the will power
for that shit today.
Well, fuck me running, that
woman really was the biggest cocktease in the entire world. It was the white
dress. That dress was the bane of my existence, both my heaven and my hell
wrapped in one fucking gorgeous package. It had a neckline that dipped down to
accentuate the soft smooth skin of her neck and collarbone, the white fabric
clinging perfectly to those gorgeous tits. The hem fell just below her knees
and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. It wasn’t provocative in any way,
but there was something about the cut and that virginal white, that gave me
blue balls all day when she wore it. And she always wore her hair down when she
wore it. One of my recurring fantasies was my taking her hair down before I fucked her. God, she pissed
me off.
I glared at her as she hung
the jacket on the back of her chair and sat down. When she still didn’t acknowledge
me, I turned and stormed into my office, slamming the door behind me. Why the
fuck was she still affecting me this way? Last night should have gotten her out
of my system.
But there I stood, with my
second hard-on of the day, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet. Shit.
Work. I would just focus on
work and stop thinking about her. I walked over to my desk and sat down, trying
to direct my attention to anything but thoughts of how amazing those lips felt
around my cock last night. Not conducive, Kapoor, I mentally scolded myself. I
flipped open my laptop to begin working on my schedule for the day. My schedule…
shit, the bitch had it in her Blackberry. Hopefully
I wasn’t missing any
meetings this morning, because I was not calling the ice queen in here until I absolutely
had to.
As I was going over a
spreadsheet, a knock came at my door. “Come in,” I called out. An envelope being
slammed down on my desk in front of me caught my attention. I looked up to see Ms.
Sharma looking down at me with a defiantly crooked eyebrow, and without a word,
her and her white dress turned and stormed out of my office, shutting the door
roughly behind them. I reached across my desk to retrieve it; sure it was going
to be some note about sexual harassment or some such shit.
What I didn’t expect was an
internet sales receipt from Gucci… on the company credit card. I shot up out of
the chair and raced out of my office after her.
She was headed for the
stairwell. Good.
We were on the 18th floor,
and nobody, besides maybe the two of us, ever used the stairs. I could scream
at her all I wanted and nobody would be the wiser.
“Ms. Sharma, where do you
think you’re going?” I called out after her once the stairway door had closed
behind the both of us.
She continued walking down
the stairs without turning back to look at me. “We’re out of coffee, Mr. Kapoor,”
she sneered my name in the same venomous way she always did. “So I’m going
downstairs to retrieve some. Can’t have you missing out on your caffeine fix,
sir. ” How could someone so fucking hot be such a fucking bitch? I caught up to
her on the landing between floors and grabbed her arm, pushing her against the
wall. Her eyes narrowed contemptuously at me, her teeth clenched in a hiss. I
whipped the receipt up in front of her face as I glared back at her.
“What the fuck is this?” She
shook her head sarcastically. “You know, for such a pompous know-itall, you
really are a stupid son of a bitch sometimes. What the hell does it look like?
It’s a receipt.
You know, you get them
whenever you go shopping.”
Oh, if only she wasn’t the
best we had, she’d be on her way out the door right now. Who the hell did she
think she was, speaking to me this way? “I can see that,” I growled through my
teeth, crumpling the paper as I clenched my fist. “Why are you making clothing
purchases on your company credit card?”
She rolled her eyes and
chuckled.
“Some bastard tore my
blouse,” she replied casually. She shrugged her shoulders and then leaned her face
closer to me and whispered. “ And my panties.” Well, fuck.
I took a deep breath
through my nose and threw the paper to the floor, crashing my lips against hers...
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