“Take off your clothes."
She stared at him, defiant and stubborn, like always.
"No!"
"For once in your life, do as you are goddamned told!"
She kept looking at him. She wondered how long she would be able to resist. If he only knew how badly she wanted to take her clothes off, and how badly she needed to feel his hands on her body. But she was not about to give him that satisfaction. She did not want him to know how much she wanted him.
She was supposed to hate him. God, she did hate him. He was a compete moron, a self-centered, egotistical narcissist, but there was no denying it: she did want him. He made her body react in a way she never experienced before. They were constantly arguing and disagreeing about everything at work, but under all that, there was... something. Something she could not explain.
He kept looking at her. He was leaning against the door, looking so calm and collected. He was dressed in a black suit, dark grey shirt and a purple tie. He looked every bit as powerful as he was. His long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Most men could not pull off long hair, but he did. He looked sexy and dangerous. And she hated how she was attracted to him.
"Take them off, now. Trust me, you don't want to argue with me this time, because if you don't take them off yourself, I will rip them off your body, gag you, and tie you up. And then this will be for my pleasure, not yours."
She inhaled a breath at his words. What he had just said had every part of her body shivering, and she felt her blood heat as it rushed through her veins. What was wrong with her? Why the hell was this turning her on? She hesitated for a second, and was going to say no again, but deep down inside, she knew he was serious.
She saw him push away from the door, and she got nervous about what he could actually do to her. She held up her hand towards him.
"Fine, I will take them off myself."
She caught him smiling as he leaned back against the door once more.
She let the thin wrap she was wearing around her shoulders drop to the floor. His eyes never left hers. She pulled down the straps of her black lace dress, and slowly started pushing it down, first over her breasts, revealing her black bra that was cupping her perfectly. Still, his eyes did not leave hers. She kept pulling it down, over her stomach, then her hips, and then let it fall to the floor.
He said nothing. He did not move, but just stood there, looking into her eyes. After what felt like forever, his eyestraveleddown her body, over her breasts, and down over her stomach. As he reached her see-through black thong, she caught the smallest raise of an eyebrow, before he continued down her legs to her lace-trimmed stockings. She felt her body tingle as he licked his lips.
"Take off the rest."
She did not hesitate this time. She reached around and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off her shoulders and arms, and letting it fall from her breasts to the floor. Her nipples instantly hardened as the cold air touched them.
Her hands moved down her sides, down her curvy hips as she hooked her fingers in her thong, pulling it down her legs. She was now standing in front of him wearing nothing but her thigh-high stockings.
Her hands reached down to start pulling them off when she heard him speak again.
"No, leave them on."
She looked up at him and nodded. Her breasts were rising as her pulse was quickening under his gaze. She felt so exposed and vulnerable. She was naked, save for her stockings, and he was fully dressed, just standing there, looking at her. This should have been making her uncomfortable, but all it did was fuel her desire for him. She wanted him to take her; she wanted him to use her.
He pushed away from the door and walked towards her. He stopped, looking down into her eyes.
"You are exquisite and beautiful. I want to touch every part of your body."
She closed her eyes as she heard his words. He leaned down to kiss her succulent lips, and took her bottom lip between his teeth to bite her. She moaned against his lips as she pressed her body closer to him. His arms embraced her as he deepened the kiss. His lips were intoxicating and his tongue was playing with hers. She could not get enough. She wanted more. Her hands went to the front of his shirt to start unbuttoning it. He quickly pulled her hands behind her back and leaned down to whisper to her.
"I am going to make you cum all over my fingers. I want to taste and savour you"
She moaned out loud, and her body shook with the most intense rush of desire. She needed him to touch every part of her. She craved to feel his hard cock filling her. His kisses were driving her crazy and she knew that it would not be long before he had her begging him. She was trying to keep in control; she did not want him to realize just how much power he had over her.
He started to push her backwards, and soon, her back was against the wall. He let go of her hands, and he got down on one knee. He ran his hands down her legs as she looked down at him. He looked so dangerous, and so in control. He grabbed her left leg, placing it on the chair next to them, and ran his hands up the inside of her smooth thighs. She was already wet, and when he lightly ran his fingertips along her slit, she could not help herself as a moan escaped her lips.
"Please, fuck me.