Instead of having inappropriate thoughts about my boss, I needed to start reading some of Sated’s books.
Dana and Joe suggesting it was one thing. But now Mr Devlin had ordered me to do it by Monday, I didn’t have a choice.
I laid back on the bed, then picked up the paperback I’d started on the train. But as my eyes landed on the bookmarked page, I remembered why I’d stopped reading.
It was the scene I’d skimmed before where the female main character was giving the stranger a blow job.
Given how worked up I’d been all day thinking about my boss, reading a spicy scene was the last thing I should be doing. But if I wanted to keep my job and show that I was making an effort, this was a small price to pay.
After taking a deep breath, I resumed reading.
But this time I didn’t skim. I started the chapter again, determined to read it properly.
The female character, Fallon, unzipped the stranger’s jeans before taking out his penis. Although I was new to reading these books, I’d noticed they didn’t seem to say penis or vagina very often. Dick, cock or pussy were more common.
Anyway, as Fallon gasped at the size, a flashback of Mr Devlin’s huge… dick flashed into my head.
I tried to push it away, but instead I pictured myself on my knees in front of him in the shower.
I’d only ever given two blow jobs before. The first happened during my last year at uni with the guy who I eventually lost my virginity to and I didn’t think it was very good because it was my first time. And I was nervous because I knew my dad was coming to pick me up and I was worried that I’d get caught.
The second time was with Jarvis when my parents were out and he couldn’t have liked it because he never asked me to do it again.
This Fallon character, on the other hand, was very skilful.
After the stranger ejaculated in her mouth, the characters began having intercourse against the toilet wall.
My imagination started running wild as I imagined Mr Devlin doing the same to me.
Not in a dingy toilet though. In my fantasy, he had me pinned against his huge office window.
Tingles shot between my legs.
I loosened my towel then ran my hand over my nipples. They were rock hard. Just like when I watched Mr Devlin in the shower.
Still holding the book in one hand, I allowed the other to glide past my stomach and between my legs. I was soaked.
As I continued to read about the hot stranger thrusting into Fallon, desire pulsed through me.
And the more aroused I got, the more I thought about my boss.
The sensible thing to do was to stop reading. This book was sending my imagination into overdrive. But I couldn’t. I’d been handed a work assignment. I had to complete it.
Three people had given me the same advice: Dana, Joe and now Mr Devlin, so I’d be foolish to ignore them any longer.
To make the presentation a success, I had to do my research.
Research.
My gaze flicked from the book to my wardrobe.
The toys.
I’d buried them at the back and swore never to use them.
But that was before.
Before I saw my boss naked.