It Never Hurts to Ask - Really! February 2, 2008
Posted by autumnseave in : Stories/E-books , trackbackWhenever we worked together, Rob flirted with me. Actually, to be more precise, he teased me. I’d had flirtatious, teasing friendships with men I worked with before of course, but there was something different about Rob. His steely blue eyes radiated a feeling of power, a power he held over me that I’d never experienced before. The man could make me blush with the simplest of innuendo, the raise of an eyebrow, or a playful smirk. Normally, the dirtiest phrase from anyone else would only elicit a quick comeback from me. But his attention would cause me to shift my eyes from his intense gaze only to be magnetically pulled back to find him full of pleasure at my discomfort. It drove me crazy that he could turn me into this stereotypically blushing heroine, complete with the heaving bosom – yet every chance I had I was back for more.
For months now, I’d go home from work with him on my mind. At night, I’d pull out my current lover, a purple vibrator with a purple sheath that, combined with the image of him taking control, could send me over the edge in a minute or less. I wanted him and I’d take it anyway he’d give it to me.
One night we were closing together and, as usual, he was distracting me from getting my work done. The numbers became jumbled in my brain and I hit the wrong key and had to start all over again. This had happened on every Thursday night for the past two months and I just couldn’t take it any more.
I put down my pen and said, “Rob, what do you want? Do you want to hear me say it?”
“Say what?”
“I know you know. So you want me to say it? Fine. I want you Rob. I want you to take me any way you want. I want you to tell me what to do.”
He sat back in his chair, calmly folded his hands in his lap, and grinned. His pleasure showed on his face as he anticipated what he could make me do, what it would take to break me, what it would take to make me beg and cry for release.
“Take off your shirt.”
I cringed. The lights in the office were those florescent office lights that made everything feel overexposed. But I did as he asked. The t-shirt with the phrase “Dare Me?” was not lying over the back of the chair.
“Now come here.”
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