Finally, I managed to thrash so hard I flipped into open space, coming down quickly on the floor beside my bed. I jerked awake, staring at my ceiling for a moment and trying to place myself. Then I realized what had happened and sat up, letting the sheet pool around my waist to bare my small breasts.
Heat spindled through my body, tugging the flesh between my thighs into slippery wakefulness. Still half asleep, I thrust a hand under the sheet and teased my pussy apart, finding my clit with a fingertip and rubbing around the sensitive nub. As arousal pulsed through me, the movements became more bold, and soon I was flat on my back with my knees apart, thrusting two fingers inside my sopping wet pussy at a rough pace. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut and letting my mind wander where it wanted to go. Immediately, flashes went through me- taut muscle covered in smooth bronze skin, sweat trickling over a flat chest topped with nipples adorned by steel balls on each side. I wanted to bite them, following down the ridge of his abs with my teeth, lick the sweat salt from his skin- an orgasm seized me, at the same time I realized who I had just been fingering myself to. My back arched from the force of the pleasure rolling down my body in waves, making my nipples tighten into pink nubs, my pussy suck at my fingers greedily, and my eyes roll back in my head.
In the aftermath, I lay panting, damp fingers resting lightly on my belly. My mind struggled with the fact that I'd gotten so worked up over the thought of just looking at the man that had reduced me to tears the week before.
Jaiden Cross ran the mercenary company I had recently been hired onto as a secretary, in some effort to clean up the business a little. He was surly all the time, and had a temper with the shortest fuse I'd ever seen. It seemed like we were fighting every day, yet... I sighed, and crawled back onto my bed, rolling on my belly and pushing my face into the pillow with a groan. Yet, I finished my thought begrudgingly, yet, if he asked to sleep with me, I'd be in his bed before he finished the sentence. This burning desire had taken me suddenly; the week I had been really steamed up about something, and stormed right into the locker room to find him. Jaiden had been fresh out of the shower, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping down that deliciously firm back of his, as he faced away from me. I moaned, as my body fired up at that mental image, and rolled onto my back to face the ceiling again. Something had to be done about this.
It wasn't until morning that the idea planted in my dreams came to full fruition. I was eating cereal, reading the newspaper, when it struck. The spoon in my hand paused halfway to my mouth, and I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. In waking hours I would never swallow my pride enough to admit I was attracted to Jaiden, but if he were asleep, and I happened to be conveniently nearby... I immediately dismissed the notion as ridiculous and went to get ready for work.
The sun was rising rapidly by the time I got into the spacious downtown office that housed the mercenary company. It combined an actual office; a parking garage for their heavy duty vehicles; housing for the men; and storage for their equipment. I had no particular interest in any of that besides the list of inventory that was dropped on my desk once a week, so I hardly left the front lobby most days. My heels clicked delicately on the tile flooring, as I wandered about, turning on lights and flipping the lock on the door so it was open for business. I was tidying up the waiting area when my ears caught the sound of the inner door opening. My body tensed, then relaxed, as I saw it was just one of the other team members, Nick. Tall, dark, and packed with muscle like most of the men there, he moved with surprising grace, stopping next to my desk and smiling at me.
"Morning, Skye."
"Hey Nick, what's up?" I greeted him.
"Oh the usual. Sheffeld broke his arm last night on that retrieval we were doing."
I grimaced, and came over to him.
"Oh no! How is he doing?"
"Eh, okay. Takeshi has him on some pretty strong medication. See his arm didn't break so much as...um, shatter," he said, referring to the company medic, Rin Takeshi. "Anyway, Jaiden's looking for you. We've got our hands full and inventory needs doing."
"So he wants me to do it." I guessed, raising a slim eyebrow, and he nodded. I sighed, but grabbed the inventory clipboard from my desk, and switched the phones over to the headset I settled in my ear before walking further back after Nick. He slowed his pace, so I could keep up, and we made small talk through the maze of hallways until we reached the service elevator that went one floor down, to where everything was stored.
"Nick," a familiar voice said from behind us, and I felt my cheeks flush.
That heat traveled down my entire body, as I turned to see Jaiden heading for us. The uniform he usually wore had been reduced to fatigue pants and a thin tank top, and his dark brown hair was lined with sweat. Grease streaked his hands, and across one cheek. That really got my libido going, but then he opened his mouth and ruined it, as usual.
"Get to the garage. The Hummer is acting up again, bitch almost took my arm off. And speaking of temperamental bitches- I'll escort her down."
"Can't see that ending badly," Nick muttered, then grinned sideways at me. "Watch your blood pressure, love."
He strolled away, and I stepped into the service elevator with Jaiden. I focused on my list, trying to keep things civil as long as I could. At this close proximity there was no escaping him. He smelled like grease and gasoline, and I was so hot for him I was sure flames were going to burst from me any minute. Show me the girl that says she doesn't like a grease monkey, and I'll show you a liar.
"So why is it that you're down here?" I asked, as we stepped into the cool, florescent lit concrete room, lined with black metal racks and cabinets stocked with all sorts of weaponry.
"Someone needs to babysit."he replied, taking the clipboard out of my hands to look at it.
"Hey! Give that back, you're going to get grease on my list!" I protested, but he was bigger, and stronger, so trying to pull it away was pretty much out of the question.
Instead I glared at him until he split the stack of paper in two groups, and handed my half over.
"Jerk," I muttered, stalking over to the correct cabinet and unlocking it with my set of keys. "Nick said you had your hands full, why don't you go back upstairs. I can do this."
He snorted, but didn't grace that notion with a response. I rolled my eyes, then paused, as I saw what I would be counting. Immediately my idea from that morning came rushing back as I started going over the restraint kits. My gaze crept to where Jaiden was eyeing a cabinet full of ammunition; and I indulged myself a little, imagining his wrists bound to the top of a bed frame, unable to move. My fingers found a box of gags, and I turned back to my work, a small smile creeping over my face.
"I'm pretty sure there are laws against gagging someone." I said aloud.
"Not if they bite you," he replied casually. "Are you really going to talk questionable morals with me?"
"The hell does that mean?" I shot back, moving to the next shelf and listing neat numbers on my list.
"You're the one working for me cupcake."
"I work for the company," I gritted out. "And don't call me cupcake."
"Is Sugar Tits preferable? Oh, wait!" He laughed, and I felt my cheeks flush.
Unconsciously, I folded my arms over my chest, which barely topped a B cup. Jaiden only dated busty blondes, if I recalled correctly. They had to be tall, and leggy, and smart, but not too educated. God he was picky, he was glossing right over the one woman that could blow his mind! When I realized I was referring to myself, I was a little disgusted. I refocused on my work, and kept my mind firmly there for the next hour.
The first night in, I felt sure I was going to be caught every step of the way, as I slipped into the living quarters in the very back of the building. Holding my keys together, so they wouldn't make any noise, I found the one I was looking for, as I crept through the main room to the back hall that held the personal rooms. Jaiden lived at the very end, and abruptly my heart was thumping, as I slid the master key into his lock, let myself in, and closed it silently.
His apartment was cleaner than I would have thought, but it was still very evident that a man lived here. Alone. I found his room easily, and entered it. By now my eyes were adjusted to the darkness, so I picked out the bed with no trouble.
Jaiden was soundly asleep, sprawled out flat on his back with one arm up over his head and the other dangling off the edge. Amazed at my good luck, I removed the restraints from my pocket, and crept closer. I then thought of something else, and slipped a light blindfold over his head. Adrenaline pulsed through me, as he shifted a little in his sleep, but then he quieted, and I continued. Soft nylon cuffs went around each of his wrists, and I very gently slid his hands up on either side, binding them to the bed frame. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he shifted again, and looked up. He realized he was bound, and I heard him take a breath. Was he going to fight? Yell? I made what I hoped was a soothing noise, stroking shaky fingertips down his chest. Gradually his body relaxed, and he settled in to see where this was going.
I could feel how damp my panties were, eager to get on with things, but instead I took it slow, running a light hand over his stomach, and down to fondle his cock through the thin sheet. Jaiden's hips lifted against my hand with a hissing breath. To my delight, he slept naked, and was already half hard from the soft contact of cotton on bare skin. My touch grew firmer, more assured, as he started to stiffen, and I allowed my free hand to slip under my own pants, cupping the heat of my sex and rubbing my pussy through the wet fabric at my crotch. The rigid flesh under my fingers was now at full mast, and throbbing just as eagerly as I was. I pulled the sheet down, and my eyes widened at his size. Just over six inches, lightly veined, and hard as a rock, it was making my mouth water just looking.
Unable to help myself, I leaned in and kissed the soft head, swirling my tongue around him. He groaned softly, and stirred a little more. Quickly, fear and lust mingling inside me, I popped back up, and scrambled out of my pants. I straddled his hips lightly, watching him look blindly around. He pulled at his restraints again, and I guided his cock an inch into me. A light shudder rippled over him then, and his head flopped back. I removed my hand, sliding a little further down. God he was thick, I thought. Even with how wet I was, it was difficult sliding him past my tight inner flesh, and finally, I dropped my full body weight down, and his entire length was forced inside me. I barely bit back a moan of pleasure, eyes going wide, at the feeling I was stuffed to the brim. Gradually it changed to a pleasant stretching sensation, and I started to rock my body, sliding him in and out of me.
Jaiden pulled at his bonds, lips clamped tightly over a groan of pleasure, but I was busy working myself into a frenzy, lost in the glory of finally having him inside me. My hips bounced up and down eagerly, pounding his solid length inside my slippery pussy. He was starting to move with me now, and I had to bite back a noise of pleasure. Something was building inside me, pressure that needed to be released, and a second later I felt the dam inside me burst. An orgasm struck with paralysing force, and my back arched, head thrown back. At this angle my body lifted a little, and Jaiden took that opportunity to pound my pussy with a surprising amount of force, jackknifing his powerful body up to slam his rigid cock into me, until I was sure I was just going to melt into a puddle of satiated flesh.
A groan slipped from him then, shortly before I felt him stop, and warmth touched my insides.
