LOGINArc 33: Wreck SeasonHis mouth finds me and I grab the edge of the desk with both hands, my head falling back and I look at the ceiling of his office, thinking about three weeks of glass walls and conference tables and the forty minutes I lost after his fingers touched mine and I think this.This is what everything was building to.His tongue parts me in one slow deliberate stroke, learning the shape of me, and I shiver and my hips tilt forward seeking more and he holds them flat against the desk with both palms and goes again, deeper, pushing inside me and tasting and pulling back to circle my clit with a precision that makes my thighs shake immediately."Caius," I breathe at the ceiling. "Your tongue. Oh God, your tongue..."He hums against me and the vibration travels through my entire lower body and my hands slip on the desk edge and I have to find them again.He works me slowly.Long deliberate strokes that map every part of me, unhurried and thorough, and every time I get close
Arc 33: Wreck SeasonThe office empties at six thirty.I watch it happen from my desk. One by one, jackets grabbed, bags picked up, goodnights exchanged, until the floor is quiet and the overhead lights switch to the dim automatic setting and there is nobody left on the forty-second floor except me and the man behind the glass-walled office at the end of the room who has been watching me through that glass since nine this morning.I have been watching him back.His name is Director Caius Vane and he has been my boss for exactly three weeks and in those three weeks he has made my professional life the most intellectually stimulating it has ever been and my personal life an absolute catastrophe of wanting something I should not want, thinking about it constantly and sitting in meetings watching his hands move and forgetting what the meeting is about.He is forty. Dark-haired and broad-shouldered and has the specific quality of stillness that powerful men have, the kind that doesn't need
Arc 32: Use MeI wake up because he's already inside me.Not all the way. Just the tip, pressed at my entrance, his hand on my hip and his mouth at the back of my neck and he's been working up to this slowly, I realize, waking from sleep into the specific awareness of his body behind mine and his cock nudging at me and the warmth of him surrounding me completely.I push back.He pushes forward.The sound we both make in the quiet morning bedroom is low and simultaneous and entirely mutual, his arm wrapping around my waist and he pulls me back against him and he sinks inside me fully and holds there."Morning baby girl," he says against my hair."Morning Daddy," I breathe.His hips roll.I grab his thigh.He rolls them again, slow and deep, and I push back into every movement and his arm tightens around my waist and his mouth works on the back of my neck, the specific place that makes me shiver, and we move together slow and unhurried in the morning light coming through his curtains."
He pulls me off the bed by my hand.I follow him into the bathroom and the shower is large and glass-walled and he turns the water on hot, pulls me under with him. The steam rises immediately and the hot water hits my skin as his hands find my waist and pull me back against his chest.His cock is hardening again against my lower back.Already.I reach behind me and wrap my hand around him and stroke and he hisses against my ear, his hands tightening on my waist."Mira," he says."Mm." I stroke again. Slow. Feeling him thicken in my grip."You're going to start something," he says."Good," I reply. His hands slide from my waist to my breasts and he cups them in both palms and squeezes. I lean back against his chest and tip my head back and let the hot water run over both of us while he works my breasts with his hands. His thumbs find my nipples and roll them and I arch into his grip and the steam and the heat and his hands make everything feel heightened and warm and slightly unreal.
I turn over on his bed.Face down, arms above my head, and I feel him behind me, feel the warmth of him even before he touches me. And then his hands find my hips and pull them up and I arch my back, spread my knees and present myself to him completely.He looks at me.I feel him looking. The specific weight of his gaze on my body, taking his time, and the anticipation of what comes next makes me clench around nothing.His hand comes down on my ass.The slap is sharp and clean and the sting blooms outward from the point of contact and I cry out into the mattress and my hips push back involuntarily."You came to my door," he says, "with nothing on."His hand comes down again."At eleven at night."Again."Like my sweet little slut.""I am," I gasp into the mattress. "I'm your sweet little slut, Daddy...""Yeah you are." He rubs his palm over the sting, warm and deliberate, and I push back against his hand and whimper. "My perfect little cupcake. Coming when Daddy calls." Another slap,
Arc 32: Use MeHis text comes at ten forty-seven PM.Two words."Come over."I'm standing in my kitchen in just a t-shirt and underwear and I read it and feel it between my thighs before my brain has even processed the letters properly. I set the phone down on the counter. Pick it up. Read it again. Set it down.Then I go get my coat.The long black one, the one that buttons all the way up and belts at the waist and hits mid-thigh. I take off the t-shirt and the underwear. I put on the coat and belt it and look at myself in the hallway mirror for three seconds and then I pick up my keys.Nothing else.Just the coat and my keys and the specific knowledge of what's waiting on the other side of his door.He opens it before I've finished pressing the bell.Sweatpants, no shirt, hair slightly pushed back like he's been running his hands through it. He looks at my face first, then drops his eyes to the coat belted at my waist, then my bare legs below the hem, then slowly back up to my face.
She bounces when I drop her onto the bed and grins up at me, hair everywhere, completely bare, completely unashamed, and the sight of her spread out like that in my bedroom after eighteen months of careful restraint hits me somewhere behind the sternum like a closed fist."Well?" She props herself
Her back hits the wall and she pulls me into her so hard there's nothing between us. Not an inch. Not a breath.I can feel her heart hammering against my chest. Or maybe that's mine. Both of us, probably, racing in the same direction."Two years," she breathes against my mouth. "We wasted so much ti
Arc 2: My Rival's GirlI'm not a good man.I want to be upfront about that before any of this unravels. Good men don't spend twenty minutes in the shower with one hand braced against the tiles and the other wrapped around their cock, replaying the way a woman laughed at someone else's joke across a
I wake up before the sun.That half-second of total disorientation, what city, what floor, whose sheets smell this good, and then Garry shifts behind me and pulls me closer in his sleep and his breath warms the back of my neck and everything rushes back in one long, complicated wave.Wrong room. Rig







