Page 5 of Good Intentions, Vol. 1

“Now, I won’t fire you right here on the spot, even though it would be in my right to do so, I’ll give you a pass, and we’ll never mention this again. Am I clear?” I hiss.

I don’t know whether I should admire the woman for her stoic posture or throw her over my knee and spank her for doing such a thing without me telling her so and driving me crazy in the process. She doesn’t say anything, just nods her head quick without even looking at me. No, her eyes are still glued to my mouth.

“Answer me,” I roar.

“Yes, Sir,” she responds quietly, mechanically like we’re in the army. Or worse, like she’s afraid of me.

“Good, now get out,” I side-step her going behind my desk, and unbuttoning my jacket knowing full well she’ll see the effect she has on me.

I don’t give a fuck. The girl needs to learn some goddamned manners. I’m so fucking livid I could crawl out of my skin. But not because of what she’s done. No. It’s because I can’t do anything about it.

“Oh, and Heather,” I call her name when she thinks it’s safe to turn her back to me and walk out. “I want my shirt back. Discreetly. We don’t want to start any rumors now, do we?” I ask fake politeness coloring my tone.

“No, Sir, we don’t,” she runs from the room.

*~*~*

Twenty minutes later and all I have managed to do is make a complete mess out of my desk. I can’t concentrate for shit. All I keep thinking about is Heather in my shower. Heather touching herself in my shower. Her soft groan as she brought herself to the climax that could be heard over the running water. My cock is pulsing in tandem with my heart, snarling at me for losing the opportunity to fuck her. Certain she’s left and I’m alone, I stand up and go to the bathroom slamming the door behind me to make sure it’s closed. Don’t need the repeated performance with the door debacle. I need to take care of my dick otherwise I’ll be in a world of pain in the morning. Or more pain than I am in now. I start the shower and see that the warm water comes immediately which is just another reminder she was in it not too long ago. Taking off my clothes, I step in and let the water pounding down my shoulders relax me.

“Jesus,” one look at my dick and I’m struck stupid.

I’ve never been that hard before. Its angry red head almost brushes my navel, the veins stay in stark relief, and I can see the blood pounding in them.

Call me a sadistic fuck, but I don’t give it the attention it demands immediately. I take the only shampoo bottle in there, the one she used. Yeah, I want us to smell exactly alike. Putting my hand to my chest, I close my eyes. It’s not my palm I feel touching me. Not my rough skin that’s running against my chest. No.

It’s a much smaller hand that’s running up and down. It’s Heather’s skin. Thanks to that little droplet of water, I now know what silk she has for a skin.

Her hand goes down my chest, her little nails lightly scratching. She goes down all the way to my navel, stopping just shy of my dick.

“Stop playing, pretty girl,” my voice comes rough, hinting at the need that’s running amuck inside me. Feeling the phantom of her touch on my cock, I’m just more desperate for it. “Take my cock in your hand and take care of your boss.”

She doesn’t move her hand, just smiles a sly smile, and then opens her mouth a little letting her pink tongue come peeking out.

“Oh, I’ll take care of you, Sir,” she licks my cock from root to tip, and I’m on the verge of coming.

Fuck, I’m like a horny fifteen-year-old. Just one lick from the girl and I’m done.

Keep your shit, Thompson, I scold myself.

“Call me Nick, baby,” I give her permission to use my name, trailing the backs of my fingers down to her tits and squeezing her pink peak.

“Mmmm... anything you need, Nick,” she taunts me with her words, but not doing anything about relieving some of my pain.

“I said stop playing, Heather, and suck my cock,” I hiss, anticipation running through me. But she does nothing, only peck the damn thing. “You want to be punished, pretty girl?” I ask.

She tilts her head, mischievousness playing in her eyes. “Maybe... Sir.”

“Get up,” I command, and before she even has her footing, I spin her around and slam her hands on the tiles. “You wanted this, you’re gonna get it,” I snarl in her ear. “Do not come.” The command is not one to be disobeyed, and by the shivers running through her, she knows it. And obviously, likes it. Goddamnit! If she keeps this shit up, this obvious delight at my every word, every move, I’m never going to be able to last. And I want to prolong this as long as I can. “Now, bend.”

She doesn’t respond, but her breath betrays her level of excitement. She can barely stand she’s trembling so much. But she does as she’s told and spreads her legs a little bit more exposing her tight, pink pussy that’s waiting for me. I run my index finger along her slit, teasing her, pulling up a moan from her. I know the feeling, pretty girl.

“Good girl,” I praise her getting a mewl from her.

Someone likes punishments. Good to know.

“God, you have a beautiful ass,” I say before slapping it, then quickly spreading the cheeks. Squatting, I come to its level and blow at it. Her trembling intensifies in response. “It belongs to me now,” I ram my tongue in her asshole just to let her know I mean it, seriously.

We’re signing up a contract. She’s mine now. Only, instead of ink, we’re gonna fuck.