Authors: LeTeisha Newton
Chapter Seven
“Tatiana, I need you in my office. Now.”
She shook in her very nice heels at Clyde’s tone. His voice always set her on fire. She could hear the anger there. The frustration. Under it all, she could hear something else. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. There was something rougher about him. Something that made him more magnetic than she ever thought possible.
“Yes, sir,” she said back into the intercom, before standing up. She straightened her clothes, hoping she looked more controlled than she felt. The few short steps to his office door seemed to take forever. The last time she had seen this room, she’d been half-naked with the man inside. Taking him deep inside of her like she had always wanted. Now she didn’t know what to expect from him. What he would expect from her.
“Yes, Mr. Mansil?” she asked as she closed the door behind her quietly.
“Come here and sit down.” She walked toward one of his chairs, nervous at the way he was watching her. His azure gaze never wavered from her face.
“Not there,” he ordered when she tried to sit in her customary seat in front of his desk. “Come here and sit down,” he repeated. She hesitated for a moment, not sure what he was wanting from her.
“Mr. Mansil?” A growl whipped around her and his eyes narrowed to threatening slits.
“I will not tell you again.” He pushed his seat back, indicating the desk in front of her. She couldn’t help the dampness that leaked from her pussy. She knew where this would lead. Aaron told her that she could very well force Clyde’s hand. She just didn’t think it would happen this way. Taking some advice in mind, she stood straighter, shrugging her short jacket of her body so it pooled at her feet.
“You should have just said that in the first place,” she said to him, hoping he didn’t hear the quiver. His crooked smile told her he did, but she ignored it. She placed one foot in front of the other until she was in front of him. She turned slowly and then lifted herself onto his desk. He scooted his chair forward, hands pulling at her slacks. The button and zipper gave under his fingers, and he pulled the material from her hips. Tossing the slacks over his shoulder, he slid his chair up until he stomach was braced against the desk and his chest was against hers.
“Lay back.” She did as he asked, her back arching with her legs dangling off the side of the desk. She gripped the sides near her butt to hold on. Warmth touched her first. Clyde had buried his face in her cloth-covered pussy, inhaling deeply. She could feel his nose rubbing over her clit in teasing passes.
“You smell so good. You taste just as good. I can’t get your taste out of my mind,” he groaned before he ripped her thong away from her. He moved his nose back to her clit, circling it as he inhaled deeply. It was like he was washing his face in her scent. She grasped the cool strands of his hair, her heeled feet bracing against the back of his chair for support.
“Spread you knees wide and hold them there. Don’t move.”
She did as he said, feeling desire shoot through her bloodstream like a locomotive. Clyde was touching her again. He was loving her again. She felt weak as her love filled her heart. She didn’t have to voice it. She didn’t have to tell him. But she could enjoy it. Revel in his touches and kisses until they were gone. When his tongue stroked her from the rosette of her ass to the tip of her clit, she moaned. He took the path again, anchoring his thumbs on the inside of her lips and spreading them. He licked harder and harder until her clit was peeking from its hood to get closer to him.
“Yes, Clyde. Yes.”
“Much better,” he grumbled against her. Her mind flew at what he was saying but she couldn’t focus. A thick digit sank into her wet depth, twisting until his knuckles were rubbing the inside of her walls. He pushed harder, curling his finger upward and deep, until her back was arching off the desk.
“So beautiful,” he whispered and then his tongue was back. It circled her clit again and again as his finger thrust into her. She rode his hand, loving having him inside of her again. Slowly he pushed in another finger, scissoring them as he went in and out. Finally, his tongue flicked over her clit, twisting the pleasure higher.
“God, yes, Clyde.” His chuckle vibrated against her. He lifted up her shirt with his free hand, pushing her bra with it. Her breasts bounced free, the chocolate mounds quivering with each of her exhalations. She had always loved watching them sway as she made love. Loved to see them in a mouth as a tongue played with her nipples. Said nipples went hard with her vision. They were painful buds by the time Clyde’s hand engulfed one, plumping it and turning it as he sucked on her. His fingers moved faster, his mouth working until she could hear the slurping of his tongue.
“More,” she groaned. Clyde twisted her nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers
“You taste so sweet, T. I can feel you sliding down my throat.” She groaned as she ground her pussy into his face, riding his tongue and his fingers. He played with her breast, pushing her closer and closer to climax. Her inhibitions fell away under his touch.
“Yes. Play with my nipples. I want to come. Make me come, Clyde. Make me come,” she urged him, flicking her hips harder.
He drove his fingers faster, harder into her moist center. A third finger entered and she felt so full. His other hand left her nipple, pushing two fingers between her lips. She sucked on them, twirling her tongue around the tips like they were his cock. She wanted to show him how he was making her feel. How good she would suck him if he were in her mouth. He pumped his fingers to help her suction, growls vibrating against her. Her body clenched, so close to climax her cries filled the room. Finally, finally, he nipped at her clit, plunging his fingers deep.
She felt her heels dig into Clyde’s back but she couldn’t stop for the entire world. The pleasure mounted until she was exploding, screaming her climax as she gripped Clyde’s hair. Everything in her zeroed in on the throbbing in her clit and Clyde’s steadily working tongue as she fragmented. She wanted his cock inside her. She wanted to feel him pounding into her, riding her climax out until she was careening into another one.
“Clyde, I want you inside me,” she moaned, her legs quaking.
“No,” Clyde finally answered. He licked his lips, cleaning her juices from them and smiling when he was done. It was as if he still tasted her.
“No?” she questioned, her heart stuttering, her breath soughing out of her.
“No. We’ll do this on my terms. I want you in a bed, begging for me. Not in my office, as fun as the last time was.” He chuckled, palm grazing her groin. “Be at my house tonight at eight. I’ll be out of my meetings and done with my dinner engagement.”
Tatiana blinked to clear her thoughts. Wait. Clyde was not about to screw her brains out
and
he was demanding she be at his house tonight like some after-dinner snack?
He must have lost his ever-loving mind.
“No,” she returned, lifting her legs off his shoulders and placing her feet back on the floor. She sat up, stretching slowly to kick out the kinks. Then, she straightened her clothing, all the while Clyde watched her with an unblinking stare.
“No?”
“No. I am busy tonight. You had your chance. You blew it. I’ll be busy,” she finished, stepping around his desk with more confidence than she felt. She was just something for him to do. No matter what, even their friendship was not going to break his need to be free. He saw her like all of his other females and she wasn’t going to stand for it. “You have a good day, Mr. Mansil,” she finished.
Walking away from that office and working out the rest of the day was the hardest thing she ever did. Clyde had stormed out minutes after her leaving his office. She didn’t even attempt to look at him. Inside her heart was breaking. She couldn’t follow Aaron’s advice. It would only work if Clyde wanted forever with her and it was evident that he didn’t. She was a great means to an end, convenient because he didn’t even have to go out of the office to get her. She could wonder why he hadn’t gone for Sharice, but Tatiana was sure that she was more about conquest. Anyone could get Sharice if they had enough dollars in their pocket. Tatiana was a different matter. She didn’t give herself unless her heart was involved, and Clyde was just too ignorant, or uncaring, to even notice. Either way Tatiana was royally fucked, and not in the good way. Not a good look.
When closing time came, she drove home blindly. At least she had Aaron to look forward to. She hadn’t known him for that long but it felt like he was her best friend in the world. It seemed convenient enough that her friends were aptly busy with their own lives. Tatiana let herself hide behind that. She was always hiding. Always. Things were so much safer that way. She had seen the proof of that now.
“Well, how today go?” Aaron asked just as she walked through the door. He was lounging on her couch like he owned the place.
“How did you get in?”
“Hide-a-key. You told me where it was last night.” She shrugged, tossing her case on the table and sitting next to him.
“It went as expected.”
“So, did Clyde break into your office or did he call you into his?”
“How the hell did you know that?”
“I made a quick stop in there before leaving. I may have planted the idea that if he doesn’t act right, you may just move on to someone else. He’s all He-Man in his mannerisms so I figured it would go one way or the other.”
“Well, he called me in there. But we didn’t have sex.”
“What the hell did you do? Never mind,” Aaron finished when he looked at her. She was sure he could see her blush. “I can figure what he did to you. Men like to make their mark like that. But you didn’t have sex?”
“No, he told me he wanted to be in a bed next time and I was to be at his house tonight at eight. He’d be done with his day, you see.”
“That little bastard. He’s a hard one. But not impossible.”
“I can’t do it, Aaron. I don’t know what you want from me but I can’t get this man. He doesn’t want forever. He wants for right now. I’m not that kind of girl. I’m the forever girl. I love him but I am not good enough.”
“If that isn’t the worst bullshit I have ever heard of in my life. You are an amazing woman and you keep knocking yourself down. If that’s what you want to do, that’s not him, that’s
you
. You either have pride in yourself so that he can have pride in you too or you walk the hell away. I don’t need to help a little girl. I need to help a woman get her man. When you done with the oh-woe-is-me drama then I’ll be happy to help. Now, which one do you want? Clyde or your own self-pity?”
“Clyde.”
“Then follow me.”
Chapter Eight
Tatiana had no idea what the hell she was doing standing in her room butterball naked in front of her mirror. The lights were off and candles were lit on her end tables that Aaron had strategically moved to surround the mirror. For now, she was just standing like an idiot, one arm across her breasts and the other hand covering her private areas. Just about an hour ago, she was sprawled across Clyde’s desk riding his face like a prized stallion in broad daylight. Now she couldn’t even look at herself.
“This is just ridiculous,” she chastened herself. Aaron had made himself very clear on two things: one she was going to Clyde’s dinner tonight and two she was going to turn herself on before she went.
As Clyde’s assistant, of course she would know every meeting he had planned and where he would be. She knew the restaurant he would be meeting Brad Marshall, a trust-fund baby who had been extremely smart with his funds and had made himself, and Clyde, good money. That she had no problem with, even with having to go with some “date” that Aaron was going to set up. She would just trust him on that. What she wasn’t so sure about was looking at herself, loving how she looked and getting turned on by it.
Tweet was one of the few women she knew that could do that.
Thinking of that had her turning away from the mirror and going to her stereo. Music. Music might make this whole process easier for her. “Fade Into You” filtered over the speakers. She loved hearing the man’s voice croon over the twang of the woman’s. She swayed as she walked back toward the mirror. Her eyes slid closed but she forced them back open. Her fingertips caressed her face, over her pointed chin, her full lips, and pert nose. She traced back to her lips and then down over her throat. She swallowed, feeling the muscles work and the thud of her heartbeat. Her other hand grazed her collarbone and down between her nipples.
She gasped when she saw her nipples begin to harden.
Her eyes flew back to the mirror instead of following her hands, and her eyes were heavy-lidded, her mouth parted, the pink flesh of her tongue sticking out slightly. She kept her eyes on her face as she plumped her breasts, circling the hardening chocolate nipples. She didn’t want to touch them yet. She wanted to enjoy the softness there.
One hand continued to mold her flesh as the other hand trailed down her stomach. She could feel the flesh quiver under her seeking fingers. She dipped one fingertip in her navel and trailed out over her hips. The flaring widened under her hand. She was strong here, soft and yet sturdy. Here was the seat of her passion. She felt so warm. Warmer as her fingers pushed through the soft curls hiding her pussy. She could see moisture clinging to the strands. She bypassed her clit, her finger grazing over the lips of her pussy. Finally, she let her other hand glance over her nipple and sucked in a fortifying breath. She tweaked the nipple and touched her clit with the other hand.
Her knees gave out. She sank to the ground in a gap-legged sprawl, her legs curled under her. She pushed her knees wider so she could get to herself better. She fingered her clit in a circular motion, finally looking away from her own smoky eyes. Her nipples were fierce points. A red tone shone under her skin and a thin film of sweat coated her. Her clit peaked from its little hood and her pussy lips were plump with passion. She was sexy. So full, her body nearly ached with it. She was…sexy. She was. She had turned herself on. She had been warmed by the feel of her own body. Clyde hadn’t given that to her. She had given that to herself.