Thirty-One

The ride to the office seemed to take forever with Sunday afternoon traffic being more congested than she could remember. Edwin said he’d be there until five-thirty, and it was only ten till five. Plenty of time to catch him. She sent him a text telling him she was on her way if the plans hadn’t changed. He replied simply, Come. No playfulness. No flirtatious innuendo. Just Come.

Suddenly, Faith’s excitement turned to a nervous anxiety. Had something gone wrong this weekend? What kind of mood was he in? He gave her instructions earlier and then just dropped out of sight. Was this all part of his stoic, stern demeanor as the one controlling her, his plaything?

She parked her Toyota around back next to Edwin’s truck, took a deep breath, and opened her door.

The back door was unlocked, and as soon as she opened it, she heard Edwin’s voice calling her to stop. She released the door handle and turned to see him coming from the warehouse. He walked with determined strides, his back straight as the wind teased his eggshell shirt and raven hair. A smile parted his lips revealing the teeth she remembered on her neck. His jeans were tight, and even limp, she could see the outline of his cock in the material. Her breath caught. Her heart pounded.

“I’m glad you made it,” Edwin said as he neared where she stood. “Your husband picked out a very pretty outfit.”

Faith felt herself flush at the mention of her assignment. “Thank you.”

“Did he go all the way with the outfit?”

“Yes, sir.”

Edwin held out his hand. “Hand me the dress and let me see.”

Her eyes widened. She could feel her heart pound even harder at his suggestion. “But we’re outside. Who all is here? What if someone sees us?”

He continued to hold out his hand. “Then, they see you,” he smirked. “Now, the dress.”

She couldn’t believe what he asked her to do. Surely, he wouldn’t risk them getting caught. The sun beat down on her. The building hid them from the main road, but what if someone came back for whatever reason? She’d be standing there in just her bra in front of her boss. She could feel the lump in her throat as her hands went to the material at her waist, and she pulled the dress over her head, handing it to Edwin once it was off. She stood, practically naked before him, the breeze kissing her skin. She wanted to cover herself, to hide, but instead, she just stood there waiting.

He held her dress in his hand as if it were a rag as his eyes raped her. She felt his lust from where she stood and saw the tightening of his pants as his cock swelled. She felt a flush of pride at being able to illicit such a response without even touching him. He tossed the dress on the hood of her truck. “Your bra.” His hand was out again.

Faith didn’t question the command this time. She just reached behind her and unhooked the clasps. No sense being modest or worrying about someone’s sudden appearance at this point. Sliding the straps from her shoulders, she removed the bra and handed it to him. Edwin took it and grinned as he hung it on her truck’s side mirror. He then gestured to the back door. “Now, you may go inside. Remove your sandals once inside.”

She left the cool March breeze against her skin for the cold, artificial air. Once on the beige industrial carpet, she slipped her sandals off leaving them by the door. It seemed she would get dressed again outside. At least, she hoped she would.

She waited just inside the door, her hands hanging at her sides. She never felt as vulnerable before as she stood in her workplace in front of her boss totally naked. It wasn’t the first time she had been naked while he toyed with her at work. She had stripped in his office, and he even exposed her in the warehouse. Yet, she had never walked the halls in only her birthday suit. She was as much frightened as she was turned on.

Edwin pointed her down the hall, and with a deep breath, she turned and walked. Why was he staying so quiet? It was the silence that added to her nervousness. She could feel his eyes on her as she led the way down the hall, and it made her honey drip between her legs as she thought of his arousal at the sway of her naked hips.

She walked down the hall, pausing at the connecting corridor that led to the offices, but Edwin just motioned her straight. She continued on, but her stomach was spinning with new fear. He was taking her the back way to the main lobby. Oh, my god! What if someone’s there? What if someone passes the big front windows? She kept walking, but her legs were now shaky. The hall made a right turn, and way too soon, Faith walked into the front lobby of Rutherford Construction, stark naked.

“Stop.”

She obeyed, but her eyes swirled in every direction making sure they were alone. Then, her eyes went to the tall window, and she could see Eau Gallie Boulevard and knew that if someone looked in, they would see her.

“Kneel facing the window.”

No! Oh my god, someone will see me.

“At any time you fail to do as asked, whatever I ask, the game ends.”

She looked at him with nervous eyes, silently pleading.

Edwin shrugged. “This is what you asked for. It’s up to you to decide when it’s too much.”

He was right, of course. She told him she wanted him to push her, to see how far she would go. Edwin stood, hands on his hips, waiting. She took a deep breath and then walked over to the window and knelt down facing out. Please, let no one I know drive by.

“Now turn your body to the side.” She obeyed. “Good girl.” Edwin walked in front of her, the bulge in his pants straining the fabric. “Do you want it?”

Faith nodded, her throat tight with her desire.

“No nodding. Do you want it?”

“Yes, sir. Please, may I have your cock?” She looked up into his eyes, begging for what she knew he wanted to give her, and for what she’d have to earn.

“Pull it out and use that talented mouth of yours.”

“Yes, sir.” She practically lunged for the button of his jeans, all at once forgetting the window in her desire to have him. Her honey flowed at the sound of his zipper, and her mouth, suddenly dry, ached to taste him. She slid his pants to his ankles, her lips pressing to his engorged sex even before they were completely down.

“No hands, just your mouth.”

She left her hands pressing into her thighs as she buried her face in the dark curls of his balls. She breathed him in, loving the musky scent of him, and then she caressed him with her tongue. He placed his hand upon her head as she sucked one of his jewels into her mouth, sliding her tongue around and over the sac. His moans filled her ears, pushing her forward. Running her tongue up the underside of his thick shaft, she loved the feel of him on her nose and chin, every bump and ridge. As she reached the tip of his hardness, she took him as far into her mouth as she could, relishing the way he filled her. It was awkward, at first, without her hands guiding his cock, but she ravenously devoured it, her head plunging down on him, sucking him with a passion.

“That’s my girl,” his voice growled as he spoke. “Take your boss’s cock all the way into that mouth. See yourself sucking me off right here in the lobby. You’re naked, in front of this window, giving a blow job. You enjoy being the little slut.”

His words stirred her juices. Everything he said was true. She did love it. She would picture this scene now every time she came to work.

“Too bad we don’t have cameras in here.”

She moaned. Oh god, how bad would that have been? Proof that she did the boss. She grew wetter, hotter.

“Maybe I’ll make a video of you one day.”

She only moaned again as her head bobbed up and down on his hardness. She wanted to scream no and yes at the same time. She wanted him, his cock. Her passion was uncontrollable. She needed him to fuck her! Right now. Right then.

She slid her mouth off his cock and begged, begged like the little slut she felt she was. “Please! Please, Edwin, please fuck me! I need you to fuck me.” She dropped her mouth back onto his swollen member.

He gripped her head and pulled her from him. Without a word, he pulled her up by her hair, and the pain made her scramble to her feet, the taste of him still on her swollen lips. He pushed her to the giant window facing the road. Her mind screamed. Oh god, no! Not in front of the window. But that’s where he put her. She caught herself with her hands as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her slightly back. As she felt his cock at her sweet passage, she forgot the window and begged again. “Please!”

And he drove inside of her with one thrust. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, how horny he made her. He gripped her ass with his strong fingers, digging them into her flesh, and pounded her with deep, violent thrusts. She could feel his testicles slapping her as his cock speared her. One hand left her ass, and she felt it slide up her back and into her hair, gripping it and pulling her head back.

“Open your eyes.”

She obeyed and could see the world driving by past her nude reflection. One group of air boaters slowed and stared, three men returning from a day on the lake. They cheered as Edwin took her right there for anyone to see. She no longer cared.

“They enjoy seeing my slut getting fucked, it seems,” Edwin smirked. “I enjoy it as well.”

His words, her reflection, the audience, it all pushed her over the precipice, and she felt her body tense as her orgasm took over. She screamed, falling into the glass. The coldness pressed against her tits giving the men more of her nipples. She wanted them to see, wanted them to know what she was and what she was doing.

Edwin’s cock twitched inside of her, and she felt his climax fill her. His groan filled the lobby as she pushed back harder onto him, wanting every drop of his precious seed. He thrust twice more and then held her onto his cock, pinning her between him and the window.

Before she was ready, he pulled his hardness out of her and yanked her back around, pushing her to her knees. With a gentle tug, he pushed his cock back into her mouth saying only, “Clean.” She sucked with the same passion, tasting herself on him as well as his own cum. With her tongue, she wiped their sex from his manhood as their audience watched.

When she finally pulled away and looked up, she saw his satisfied, proud smile. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, sir.” She felt the heat of her blush on her face as his words stirred within her.

“You may stand now, love.” He held his hand out to help her to her feet. She took it, needing that extra leverage as her legs were weak and shaky. His smile never vanished. “Now I may survive the week.”

She blushed even more. “I won’t.” And she truly wasn’t sure she would. Edwin was a drug, and she found herself very much addicted. She craved him like a junkie craved their next fix, and a week apart seemed like she was being forced into rehab.

He grinned as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her back down the hall. “Perhaps, I’ll have to find something to keep you busy on your trip. You are, after all, going with my boss. I could use you to earn me brownie points.”

She wrapped her arms across her breasts, suddenly aware of being naked. “Um, like what?” She couldn’t hide the nervousness in her voice. What was going through his mind?

He kissed the side of her head. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll share your photo with him.”

“Edwin...”

“Yes?”

She said nothing further. She wasn’t ready for the game to end. Of course, she wasn’t sure she was ready to have sex with anyone else, and she was quite sure Morgan was willing to put a notch on his bedpost with her name on it. Would Edwin really bring someone else into their game? She took a deep breath deciding to wait and see what he had in mind and then decide whether or not she would do it. Right now, she needed Edwin.

“Have you ever done this before? Controlled someone like this?”

Edwin entered his office and sat on the edge of his desk, leaving her to stand nude in front of him. “Not to this degree. I’ve had dalliances before, even affairs, but none like you or what you want.”

“What happened to those?”

He shrugged. “Most just ended. We either grew apart, found something else that interested us more, or just became bored with what was happening. I am a lot like you. I want the adventure, the excitement of new things and new experiences. You offered me that whereas my last encounter didn’t.”

“Encounter? You make it seem so cold.”

“Trust me, it was. Oh, it didn’t start out that way. They never do. However, it quickly became that way. I think she was actually looking for an escape from her marriage and was hoping I would be it. I hated to disappoint her, but I had made it perfectly clear from the beginning that I wasn’t looking for a permanent thing. Relationships do not suit me over the long haul.” He reached out to her and pulled her to him, her naked flesh shivering at the sudden brush of the fabric of his clothes, reminding her once again she was naked and he was not. “That’s what I’m enjoying about this. You are quite content with Selby, and I can just have fun pushing all your buttons.”

She grinned up at him. “And you do know how to push them well.”

He kissed her nose. “Good.” He placed his hand on the top of her head and then pushed her back down to her knees. “We’re not finished here, by the way.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They had sex for another hour, Edwin bending her all over his office claiming he wanted visions to think of during her time in Tampa. He didn’t mention using her again to gain points with Morgan, and she was afraid to bring it back up. It was his job, after all, to stretch her experiences.

She watched as he zipped up his pants and fastened his belt. “I guess I’m getting dressed outside.”

“Only partially. I'm keeping the dress.”

She stopped and looked at him. “What?”

He pushed her toward the door. “The dress is mine. I’m sending you home in just your bra. I could keep that too, if you like.”

What will Selby think? She took a deep breath. It didn’t matter. Edwin was in control. “No, sir. I would like to keep my bra, please.”

His mischievous grin said more than words ever would, and she felt the embers of her lust being fanned into flames. Luckily, the sun would have started to set by the time they walked out. With any luck, anyone who noticed her would only think she wore a bathing suit. Now, Faith, just don't do anything to get pulled over.