A/N: so...I'm back to . Sorry for yanking everything down before but there were issues that I was using song lyrics. But anyway, hope you guys still enjoy!
Our first meetings were innocent. Accidental eye contact as we passed each other in the halls, brushing past each other on the way to the locker rooms. Then one day he pinned me against the wall and whispered things in my ear. I resisted at first. He seemed too wild, too dangerous. From that point on I felt his eyes on me everywhere I went. Those hypnotic blue eyes. Occasionally he'd corner me, offering me things that seemed too good to be true. Oh but that silver tongue began breaking down my resolve, especially when he whispered such sweet things into my ear. His heated breath on my neck, and then later on, his mouth on my ear. His voice ate away at my resistance until, over time, it began to make me weak at the knees. We began meeting in secret, hiding away in storage closets and empty bathrooms, devouring each other in the shadows. As time went on I needed him. Needed his hands in my hair, needed that devil's tongue across my skin.
He passed me in the hall, grabbing my wrist in his big hand. He pulled me to him, his mouth against my ear. He gave me my instructions, my directions for our little cat and mouse game. I nodded, his hand in the small of my back driving me crazy. He walked away and I strode down the hall, glancing over my shoulder as I went. Easing into the boiler room, I waited in darkness for him. His little games are so unfair but I am unable to forfeit them. I've never tested the boundaries of our relationship.
I hear the footsteps, hear the door click behind him. This time the door doesn't lock, which adds to his dangerous little game. If we get caught, we could both loose our jobs. But the risk..it's oh so worth it. I turn to face the wall as I count the seconds. One…I kick off my shoes. Two…three… big hands grab my hips roughly. Four…five…six… Teeth and lips grazing the back of my neck as he effortlessly unbuckles my belt and pants. Seven…eight… My skin prickles at his touch as a rough hand snakes into my underwear. He finds my center, driving me insane with slow strokes. "Say it." He growls in my ear. "I want you."
Nine… My jeans and underwear are pulled down and I'm instructed to kick them away. He presses against my back, readying himself for me as his fingers continue his assault on my body. Ten…I bite my lower lip as he fills me. He moves slowly, asserting that he has all of the control.
He makes sift tut-tut noises when I arch my back against him. "That's against the rules. You know better, puppet." He chides softly, his teeth grazing the skin behind my ear. "Don't do it again, or I'll have to punish you." My t-shirt creeps up my torso as he pulls it up and over my head, quickly disposing of my bra too. He quickens the pace, making me moan in anticipation. "You're beginning to enjoy these little meetings, aren't you?" He asks, his hands finding my hips again. "Yes." He rewards my answer by picking up the pace again. He takes my hands and places them on the wall, threading his fingers in mine.
The feeling overtakes me, making me weak in the knees. He laughs in my ear as he holds me against him. "Naughty girl, you're supposed to wait for me." He covers my mouth, stifling the moans that escape me. "You'll get us caught." He growls as he gets rougher, his hand between my legs again. He presses my body against the cold concrete wall as he has his way with me.
We reached the edge together this time and he held me against his body as he panted against my neck, his beard tickling my back. "You're getting good at our little games." He whispered into my ear. "Next time, I may change a few rules for you. Would you like that?" "Yes." I breathed and he laughed, low and evil sounding. He pulled away from me and composed himself. "Until next time, baby." I heard the footsteps and the door click open again and I began to count. One…two…the door clicked shut behind him.
Three…I gathered up my clothes, began dressing myself. Four…five…six…I sit to put my shoes back on. Seven…eight…I stare at the door, already missing his weight against my back. Nine…ten…the door opens with a click and I step back into the brightly lit hallway.
I've fallen prey to his games. He's won again, I'm not strong enough to say no anymore. I live my life waiting for these little games and rules, just waiting for the next time he whispers my name. He's getting more and more brazen, having our meetings behind closed doors but without locks. I shiver at the thought of being caught. Loosing this job would be loosing my livelihood, but I risk it all for the man who knows my name and not much else. I risk it all for a man that I've never shared a bed with, or a meal, or even an entire conversation.
He passes me in the hall, those mesmerizing blue eyes locking onto my own. His tongue glides along his lips and the corner of his mouths curves upwards into an evil smirk. He knows he has me right where he wants me. He knows I'll follow the rules.