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Saturday, January 28, 2012

The Game - Part Four

“Rhiannon! Could you come here please?”

Rhiannon pushed open the study door to see her lover sitting behind the desk, a stern look on his face. She looked him up and down. Damn it. Why did all men look good in suits?

“Yes, sir,” she asked, her voice soft and meek.

Sir?  He liked the sound of that.  “I need you to stay back tonight. We've got that merger tomorrow and my notes are not ready.”

Rhiannon bit her lip. Stay late to help the boss would give her brownie points and a possible move up the corporate ladder. On the other hand, alone with the boss, late at night...it was a dangerous precedent.

“I can stay,” she said softly, staring at the carpet. 

His head snapped up. “Good. Meet me back here at six sharp. I have a meeting just before that, so let yourself in.”

She nodded and licked her lips before retreating out of his office.

She took a seat on the couch, eyeing the door. He pulled it open and grinned at her. “How was that for acting?” he asked, taking a seat next to her. She giggled nervously, pulling on her pencil skirt. 

While she had acting experience, rolling playing for sexual pleasures was something new to Rhiannon. He sat next to her, stretching his legs out, his arm sliding around her shoulders. As it were, he was playing her uptight boss that was in serious need of getting laid and she was his lowly receptionist, dressed to the nines in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and sexy peep toe heels that showed off her perfectly polished toes.

But that wasn't what had her palms sweating. 

Last night they had talked extensively about what they wanted to do. Their sexual fantasies came to light and she learned that he wanted to try anal sex. She'd be lying if she said it hadn't crossed her mind at some point, but there was a reason why she hadn't tried it. She was scared. She was terrified. She was wishing she was somewhere else.

He cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. He knew she was nervous. She barely said a sentence to him all day, the confidence that she possessed, was gone, and he discovered that if they were to play a game of hide and seek, he would lose on account of when she wanted to avoid him, she was damn good at it. 

“We don't have to,” he said, dusting kisses along her jaw line. “We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Sweetheart, I love you. I don't want to hurt you.” His tongue dipped into her ear, his hands caressing her arms. 

She knew he did and she knew that he meant what he said. She licked her lips. “But this is something you want,” she answered, softly. “And I don't know if it's because I'm a Pisces, but I have this uncontrollable need to please people.”

He felt small tremors in her body as he held her tight. He tried a different approach. “You can say no at any time,” he told her, searching her eyes for any reaction. “If you hate it, or it's too painful, then say no and I'll stop.”

“Promise?” she questioned, her voice barely audible.

He nodded, moving a strand of hair out of her face. She wore simple reading glasses, fake of course but damn, she looked sexy with them on. He kissed lightly, his tongue slipping between her teeth, massaging her own.

His hand crept up, fondling her breast through her blouse. Rhiannon sighed contently, her nipples straining against her bra, rubbing against the white lace.

He nipped at her neck, biting her skin gently. His hands roamed over her body, resting on her thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin as he slid his hand upwards.

Suddenly, he pulled back. Rhiannon whimpered. He kissed her playfully. “Patience, pretty one,” he said. “Come and see me at six.” With that, he got off the couch and walked away leaving Rhiannon feeling confused and fucking horny.

She paced the apartment, wondering what she was going to do with herself until six o'clock. It was only thirty minutes away, but still, she needed to occupy her mind. She walked into his bedroom, to her suitcase, and found her book. She walked back out, sat on the couch and began scaring herself stupid with the latest Stephen King novel.

When she looked up, it was five past six. “Shit!” she exclaimed, closing her book, scrambling to her feet. She smoothed out her skirt, shook her hair back and made her way over to his office. The door was shut so she knocked timidly. There was no answer.

Sucking in a deep breath, Rhiannon pushed the door open. The office was dark, the curtains drawn. She made her way around the other side of his desk and turned on the lamp. There was a stack of papers sitting centre on his desk with a post-it atop it with the words 'Read Me' written in his usual flourish.

Rhiannon sat down in his desk chair. Crossing her legs and leaning back a little, she picked up the papers and began to read them, a smile crossing her face. Words like 'I love you' or 'You're beautiful' stared back at her. She got to the last page when he appeared at the door.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a bemused smile on his face as he lent against the door frame, legs crossed at the ankles. Rhiannon shrieked, papers flying out of her hand. He had startled her.

“Oh.” She climbed out of his chair, dropping to her knees, scrambling to pick up the papers. She felt her cheeks burn as he moved closer to her, taking a seat in his chair. 

He smiled. It was cute when she was flustered. He watched her, her behind wiggling a little as she reached for the final paper. That skirt hugged her curves perfectly, pulling tight across her ass. He licked his lips, his erection straining against his pants. When she turned around, she was eye level with his groin. Her eyes lingered over his sudden, and obvious, bulge in his pants. She licked her lips, shaking her head slightly as she attempted to get to her feet. His hand landed on her shoulder, preventing her from standing.

Eyes wide, she stared up at him. His eyes darkened with desire. He didn't have to say anything. She knew what he wanted.

With trembling hands, Rhiannon reached for his pants, undoing the belt, fumbling with his zip. She released him to the cool air. His eyes closed as she wrapped her lips around his cock, his hand finding its way into her hair.

Her hand stroked him up and down while her warm mouth engulfed his manhood, her tongue working overtime, circling his head before performing long licks up the underside of his shaft.

He let out a guttural moan, his hand gripping her hair tightly. She glanced up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his chest rising and falling rapidly. She took this as good signs before taking his entire length into her mouth, gazing her teeth lightly over his shaft.

The grip on her hair tightened as he swore. She continued her actions, determined to get him to come. Her free hand fondled his balls, cupping them, squeezing them gently. 

He couldn't take much more of this. Her tongue worked him over expertly. Her low moans caused vibrations that he felt from his hair follicles to his toes. 

She felt his cock being to throb. Taking him further into her throat she gave his balls once last playful squeeze as he exploded in her mouth, causing her choke on the thick, sticky liquid. Her tongue swirled around him, pleasing him, squeezing ever last drop of come possible from his cock.

When she finished, she looked up at him, her green eyes framed by thick, black lashes batted seductively at him. When she ran her tongue across her plump bottom lip, his cock sprung back to life.

Taking her by the hand, he pulled her up and with one sweeping motion, cleared his desk of clutter. Rhiannon sat on the edge of his desk, her nails digging into her thigh while she watched him open his shirt. She ran her hand down his chest, lightly brushing her fingers across his nipples. His cock jumped. She saw it so she repeated her last gesture.

He grabbed her blouse, ripping it open and sending buttons flying across the room. Her choice of lingerie was sexy, yet bestowed some form of innocence upon her. Too bad what he had planned for her was anything but innocent. 

He could see her nipples straining against her bra, begging to be set free into the cool air. He placed his mouth over one, sucking at it, while he fondled the other. When he bit down, Rhiannon threw her head back, a strangled cry escaping her mouth. He tugged her other nipple, pulling it taut as she arched her back, begging him to fuck her.

He smiled. He reached under her skirt, his hands sliding up her thighs until he reached her white lace panties. He kissed her neck, trailing his tongue down until he reached her collarbone as he slowly pulled her panties off. 

The scent of sex filled the air as he raised her skirt. She was wet with desire, and that wicked gleam in her eyes added to the tension.

With one swift thrust of his hips, he sank into her moist heat. She cried out, lying down on the desk, wrapping her legs around his waist, her eyes rolling back in her head as he pounded into her. Her nails dug into the wooden desk top, her throaty cries were music to his ears. He reached out, squeezing her breasts in his hands, feeling her getting wetter with every thrust of his hips.

He pulled her bra aside, popping her nipples out of the flimsy fabric, feeling them rolling around in between his fingers. He lent over her, suckling them, running his tongue across them, flicking at them like they were a light switch. 

Her hips bucked against his, grinding herself on his rock hard cock. Her eyes opened as he kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. His thumb found her clitoris and began rubbing her at the same intensity as he was slamming into her.

She broke the kiss, turning her head, panting, her chest rising rapidly. She let out a cry as she arched her back, her orgasm washing over her.

In a lustful daze, she found herself face down on his desk. Her legs were parted, her pussy dripping her own juices down her legs. She heard him open a drawer on his desk. She heard him put something down on the desk and the she heard the ripping of a condom wrapper. She felt him enter her swollen flesh again, coating his cock in her wetness.

His fingers returned to her clitoris, rubbing her, until she was grinding herself against his hand. She was prime. 

As he withdrew from her, she whimpered a protest. He softly chuckled in response as he parted her ass cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against her anus. She cried out as the head of his cock entered her body, her ass not offering much resistance.

Rhiannon turned to look over her shoulder as she felt him push further into her. Tears sprung to her eyes. It was as she feared; painful. He placed his arms either side of her body, lying down on top of her. He kissed her shoulder, asking how she was. Her response was a sob.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked, kissing her sensitive spot on her neck. She didn't respond right away. He asked again and she shook her head.

He brushed her hair aside and reminded her if she wanted him to stop all she had to do was say so and he would. “But I think you're going to enjoy this,” he added, lifting himself off her body.

He started slowly moving inside of her. The only sound was her whimpering. He knew she was biting her lip to prevent from screaming. Her body was tense which in turn was hurting him. He had to get her to relax.

A humming sound broke the silence and caused Rhiannon to cry out as a small, but powerful vibrator touched her clit. Her eyes rolled back and much to his surprise, her ass pressed back against him, allowing him in a little deeper.

He quickened his pace. Not a lot, just enough to match her writhing. He didn't want to hurt her. Her body was relaxing, not putting up as much resistance. He was freely sliding in and out of her ass, watching her juices drip down her leg.

Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, dripping down his nose. He could see part of her back, her blouse having moved off to one side. Her sweat-soaked skin added to her beauty as he lent down and kissed it.

He changed the intensity of the vibrations causing Rhiannon to gasp. She was close to coming again. She wiggled her hips in an attempt to move the vibrator from directly on her clit. She couldn't take the powerful vibrations anymore. Her back arched as a scream tore from her throat, her body shaking uncontrollably as her second orgasm washed over her. 

Damn that was sexy. It was enough to send him over the edge, just moments later.

Exhausted, he pulled out of her. She still laid face down on his desk, legs spread, skirt bunched up around her waist. He touched her hair lovingly and she turned to look at him. She had been crying, he could see the tear stains on her cheeks, but he could also see the satisfaction written in her eyes. He kissed her deeply, pulling her up off the desk and into his lap on the chair.

“How do you feel?” he asked her, nuzzling his head against her neck.

“Sore,” she replied. 

He asked why she didn't ask him to stop. She shrugged. “It wasn't as bad as I thought,” she answered, smoothing down her skirt. 

He kissed her again, his hand running through her matted hair. She broke the kiss. “But that doesn't mean I'm interested in doing it again anytime soon,” she told him, firmly. “I'll be sitting on a bag of frozen peas for a month.”

Throwing back his head, he laughed. “Whatever you say,” he teased, nipping her neck. She gave him a cocky smile, her eyes glowing the ominous green that he had come to know and love. 

“No. Whatever you say, boss,” she teased.

15 comments:

  1. Geez I think I just came in my pants! Fuckin' brillaint!

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  2. This was actually quite a hot story. Anal sex doesn't turn me on, but with the way it's written here, it would be something I might actually consider.
    I loved how you incorporated him using a vibrator on her to take her mind off the pain in her ass. That was well thought out.

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  3. I never learn. At work, see the link, click on it, read it, now am sporting an erection in the office.
    Rhiannon Irons does it again. Very, very hot!

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  4. Wow. That's all I can say. Wow.

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  5. Oh my God. This was intense, powerful, alluring, seductive, sexy and mind-blowing.
    I don't know what the cause of your inspirtation is, Rei, but keep it up because it's creating some highly sexual stories that are so hot they're on fire.
    i just realized you could take that last sentence two different way. I meant it in the least sexual way possible :-)

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  6. Holy hell! Chicka is getting hotter with each passing part. How the heck are you going to follow this up?

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  7. Jaw-dropping, taboo writing, highly sexual and descriptive story telling. Got to say, I think this is my favorite part of The Game series...so far.

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  8. How do you come up with this? I know you base everything on your personal experiences, but if you've actually done this, then daaaammmmnnnnn girl. That's hot. This dude is one hell of a lucky guy

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  9. Hot. Hotter. Hottest. HOTTY HOT HOT!!!

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  10. I'm not a fan of anal sex but somehow you made it sound so sensual and hot that I'm almost willing to try it again.
    I'm loving this series. Can't wait to see what else you come up with.

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  11. Holy shit! Damn Rei, you do have a kinky side. Loving the stories and more importantly, I'm loving seeing this side of you. Keep up the good work :)

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  12. I love how real this felt. Her reactions to it were spot on with the way I felt when my husband first bought up the topic of anal sex.

    That's what I love most about all your stories. How real you can make them feel. Well done, Rhiannon. Fantastic work. Can't wait to see what's next for these two.

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  13. I think this is the longest chapter in this series, but I loved every minute of it. ReiRei is an amazing talent when it comes to writing. Can't wait to see what she does next.

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  14. I think I'm in love

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