At long last she tore her from his and looked at her computer to re-acquaint herself with the task she had been working on. Blank eyes took in the computer screen but comprehended nothing. Almost in a day she looked back at him and finally, to her chagrin, offered her "hello and welcome. What can I help you with?" She had said the line dozens of times if not triple digits yet she stammered over it and sounded uncertain.
At 6 ft 5 the man was gorgeous, lean but athletic and most of all wolfish. His smile at her was at once warm and also that of a wolf seeing the weakest of the herd revealed. He watched wordlessly when her eyes started to the air conditioner control box on the wall. Gray eyes, yes they have to be great, took in the totality of her and seemed to use those windows into her soul to look at the shimmering mind behind it. Disappointment flitted across those eyes of his at what he saw there.
Yasmin felt disappointment herself. As if she had let this stranger down. Why that matters to her she didn't know but it did.
He looked as if ready to speak, at last, but looked around the small office one last time. "Are you alone here?"
She had already noted how it felt as if time stopped when he walked in. As if the air had thickened impossibly. Now though...now the air in her lungs and throat congealed as well. Yasmin coughed in order to clear her throat and fought the urge to wheeze on inhalation. "Yes sir, I am." Too late she thought that perhaps she should have been more circumspect but it was out now. As was that half-smile of his, as if nothing in this world was worth a full one.
"How long?"
*Well I am definitely not answering that one.* He turned to walk to the glass door and she could do nothing but look admire the lines of his grey suit, silver cufflinks and the oxblood tie she had seen. The lock slid home with a finality. "An hour, sir."
He turned to face her and his stride when he came back was slow and graceful. The patience of a predator. "Come to me. Let me see what you are wearing."
*No way.* But she was up and clearing her desk immediately. *What the...*
Then his eyes were on hers and she was lost. She twirled slowly in her peach colored skirt underneath a white blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show the golden necklaces that dangled in her cleavage. The colors accented her cafe au lait Cuban skin perfectly. A synergy that was near intoxicating though perhaps not as mesmeric as he.
"You look gorgeous. Stunning!" There was little of enthusiasm in him, rather anger but at what she could not know. The man prowled to her left then right looking her up and down. "You don't mind do you?"
Her mind betrayed her. Her heart now was thick too it seemed. She nodded her assent and the man stepped in close and began to undo her blouse casually, easily. He looked down to see her breasts in the bustier, the nipples over the top of it by design and hardened. She looked up to see him looking up from them and blushed.
Casually, languidly, he bent over to suck one dark nipple into his mouth and suckled lightly before flicking the other with his tongue and going back to the first.
"I...I don't even know your name." She made no move to pull away. Indeed some small part of her mind noted that her panties were now wet and getting wetter. The black French cut matching her bustier perfectly.
Straightening, "Nor will you." His hand came up then to cup her neck and pull her in and her lips parted slightly in response though she was sure she gave them no such command. Their lips brushed ever so slightly and then he was unzipping her skirt and it pulled around her feet. "Perfect."
"Who are you?" She stammered.
"We have covered that already." His tone iron and stern; admonishing.
"I mean...how are you doing this? To me."
"I am doing nothing but telling you what to do. Yes?" His slap on her ass was a complete shock and while he watched the delightful jiggle her eyes opened wide and a tear formed in the corner. She was still standing there with a shocked expression when he picked her up with hands under her armpits and moved around to her desk where he sat her on the flat surface as if she were a child and indeed she felt one.
She could offer no resistance when he opened her legs and his fingertips massaged her through her panties to find her so very wet. Those brown doe eyes looked to him in wonder and more than a little fear. Their eyes stayed locked for a time.
"You are mine now." The finality in his voice brooked no argument. No resistance could be, or was, offered. "Open for me." Deftly he took out his iron bar made flesh and Yasmin pulled her panties to the side and he slid home as if returning to...well...home.
Yasmin herself knew that this was not the case though. Tiny voices in her head railed against this but she had given herself to him and welcomed him into her with a whimper and a moan.
(Please reach out and let me know what you think. This is my first story back after a LONG hiatus and I am trying to get back in the swing of things. Please forgive some minor formatting issues. I'll do better next time.)
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