It was inevitable, I suppose, that despite our enjoyment of our arrangement, something would interfere and finally give our emotions a real chance to complicate things.

I sat at my desk, typing out a series of memos and emails to different people on my daily contact sheet. Alice's last meeting had been a few days ago. We had become a great team. With my help, she had been dominating meetings even more than usual and the firm had picked up so much business that we were seriously contemplating expanding the firm entirely – though Alice had seemed hesitant to expand, since she really didn't need to work the ridiculous hours that most lawyers do.

Firing off another email, I glanced at my inbox and saw that another email had just arrived. One from an address I didn't recognize. Opening it with a frown, I saw a long series of short messages; apparently I had been accidentally included on an email string. This happens frequently in any office, of course, so I went indifferently to delete it, but then a single word in one of the replies caught my eye: my name.

Unable to help myself, I scrolled curiously back through the chain of messages.

- I received your quote for the renovations. Can you refer me to a legal employment agency to fill out my staff?

That message was from Alice. The next was from an address I didn't recognize, but was signed with a name I did recognize: the owner and operator of the building in which Alice's offices were located. Apparently, Alice had inquired about the costs of expanding our firm, complete with office renovations and new staff.

- Easily. The firm in the offices above yours just completed their renovations, and hired some new staff. They mentioned that they were very happy with their new staff. I've used the same staffing agency myself. They can supply all the paralegals you might need and a truly qualified legal assistant.

I stopped in surprise, glaring a bit at the message. What did he mean "truly qualified"? I was fine at my job and Alice had certainly never complained. Far from it, I thought with a tiny smirk.

- It would be nice to have some of my own paralegals, for a change. Sharing them can get pretty annoying. I'll definitely need some help finding at least one assistant who actually knows her stuff. The last two I've had in here had terrible recommendations and the most recent one couldn't type her way out of a paper bag.

I stopped again – this time, in shocked dismay. I couldn't believe that Alice would really think that about me. She had always seemed pleased with my work and had complimented me several times. She even seemed grateful to have an assistant she could work well with.

My almost nerveless hand hit the delete button and the offending email vanished instantly. I shivered, staring blankly at the screen. How could she think...how could she fake all that? Why?

Some part of me, the logical part, maybe, thought that it might be a misunderstanding. Maybe she meant the girl before me, from what I'd heard, she hadn't lasted long.

Of course, I couldn't deny that the law was no specialty of mine. I had picked up bits and pieces, certainly, but I had no formal training or education in legal matters. Law school had never been a financially viable option for me.

I slumped in my chair. Maybe Alice did need a real legal assistant. After all, if she were going to expand her practice, she'd need a full staff, maybe even a partner or two and assistants who could offer their own legal insights, not just a glorified secretary like me.

I worked for the rest of the day in something like a dream, going mechanically through the motions of my emails and memos, copying down meeting minutes, barely paying attention to what I was doing. I made sure to leave before Alice finished for the night so that I wouldn't have to speak to her, not trusting myself.

Half of me felt as though what was happening was only inevitable. Good things usually came to an abrupt end before they should, in my experience. The other half felt angry. I found myself questioning everything that had happened. I wondered whether Alice had ever even really liked me or if had just tolerated me. Whether she truly enjoyed what I had been doing to her or whether she had just used me.

That night, though, as I climbed into bed, I could not stop the fantasies returning to me. As my fingers began to tease along my slit, I could not help but imagine the heaven I had found again and again with her, with the taste of her, the sound of her ecstasy and the feel of her skin on my face and mouth while I savored her. I writhed under my hand and reached my first climax quickly, gasping and shaking. I lay still, eyes closed, Alice's beauty in my eyes and her moans in my ears.

Then I recalled the words I had read and my anger returned. The memory of her soft, pleasured moans returned but now the sounds were harsh, cynical, somehow soured. That delicious surrender in her body as she relaxed each time beneath my questing tongue turned into something else, something accompanied by a smug laugh, the sense of getting something that one wants, not a true desirous surrender.

I bit my lip, my anger increasing until I was nearly in tears and I found my fingers moving again, this time fast and hard, almost grinding into my sensitive skin. The pleasure came in waves, harsh jolts up my spine and through my stomach tightening it until it nearly burned. I grimaced, digging two fingers into myself. Instead of savoring the memories, I cursed at them now, glowering at the image of my boss that floated before my confused mind.

For a few brief moments I hated her. Hated this confusion, this sick fear that was choking me.

"Damn you, Alice!" I gasped, growling as I arched up off my bed with my second orgasm, this one hard and sharp, wrenching my spine and causing my legs to spasm so hard that they immediately began to cramp. I curled up immediately on my bed in a fetal position, the pain mingling with my still-fading pleasure.

Finally, I relaxed, the cramps dying out and my breathing returning to normal.

It was so frustrating! I wanted to be angry. I wanted to be furious, to storm into her office and quit or even show her what I knew about the law. Maybe trap her in some kind of situation where I could sue her, make her pay for this pain I was feeling.

I wanted so badly just to give over to that fear and anger.

But I couldn't. I couldn't hate her. I know now, of course, why I couldn't hate her. Some people can hate someone they're in love with, but I'm just not built that way. I didn't realize that at the time, though. The bizarre arrangement, the strange story of our relationship had walled my feelings off deep inside myself and hidden them under layers of fear, self-delusion and an honest wish not to hurt Alice or make her life more complex or difficult than it needed to be.

At almost any other time in my life, I would have probably just quit my job and drained my savings account on therapy trying to figure out how I had botched things so badly. This time, though, I couldn't just walk away. I'd stick around long enough to find out what Alice had meant. If she didn't want me around, then so be it.

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"Bella, could you come in here?"

I looked up and for the first time I didn't just get up and go in.

"What's going on?" I called back.

There was a brief pause. "I need to prepare for my three o'clock."

I glanced at my clock. Barely two.

"Now?" I asked.

"Now?" She sounded surprised. "Um, yes, now."

I bit my lip. I almost said no. I swear, I almost said it. I didn't, though, of course. I couldn't help myself.

"Coming," I called back.

In her office, I closed the door and looked at her, my heart twisting all over again at those beautiful cold blue eyes staring across the desk at me, though they seemed surprised and concerned at the moment.

"Is something wrong, Bella?" Alice asked.

I opened my mouth to shout at her but, again, of course, I didn't.

"No, nothing's wrong."

"Good," she said slowly, still looking concerned.

I knew there was still an hour before the meeting but I knew that I wouldn't be able to pleasure her for that long the way I felt now. I'd break in two from sheer emotional trauma. I resolved to make it quick, to just get her off and be done with it. Some part of me tried to be clinical, calm and indifferent. Do it fast, I told myself flatly. Get her to come and she'll leave you alone.

I stepped around her desk and she turned to meet me. I saw the slight widening of her eyes, the little break in her lips but my flat thoughts dismissed what I saw. Just lust, I thought. She needs it, no question , that doesn't mean she has any feelings for me. You're just a walking vibrator at this point, I told myself brutally.

I knelt down, slid up her skirt, pulled her panties down – just a bit roughly, I'll admit – and slid my mouth back against her again. She sighed and I quivered almost breaking just in that instant, my eyes filling with tears as my lips tasted her sweetness, that tanginess that I so loved, while that anger glittered deep in my mind and other feelings, complicated and frightening, bubbled just underneath, threatening to break free. I knew she wanted me to take my time but now I didn't want what she wanted. I wanted to hurt her but I couldn't do it. I wouldn't give her what she wanted, though. She'd get what she needed – to come – and that was all.

I ran my tongue firmly over her slit, feeling her twitch in response with a soft whimper and my tongue softened for a split second, caressing her lips like the petals of a flower, easing them open and sliding within but my pained heart wouldn't allow me to melt into her again. My tongue hardened, stabbing at her clit almost roughly and she jerked with a startled gasp, her thighs almost gripping my head as she reacted to my firmness.

I grabbed her legs, my anger heating me and I took that anger out on her pussy, on the soft delicious flower that I had worshipped all those times before. I lashed it with my tongue, stabbing and darting my tongue here and there. By now, I knew every weakness in her. I knew where to flutter my tongue to make her jerk, where to stab it to make her gasp and where to suck her in to drive her over the edge. I made her come brutally fast, with a strangled, startled little squeak and let her twitch rapidly against my face, my eyes closed and my mouth hard on her soft flesh.

I felt a distant satisfaction. She might have been using me but at least I could make her come whether she wanted to or not. I leaned away from her, licking my lips furiously, already trying to turn my mind back to the work that waited back at my desk.

Then I couldn't move. Not due to any hesitation on my part but because her hand was gripping my hair, holding me tight. She arched her back, still breathing fast and pressed her soft folds back to my lips, rubbing them against my tongue as I opened my mouth in reflex.

"Don't stop," she gasped out, making me freeze in place. "Please, more..." She shuddered, breaking off as my tongue unconsciously touched her, some part of me still as addicted as ever to her taste, her wonderful flavor, the evidence of the pleasure I gave her.

Her fingers gripped my hair firmly, pulling and I closed my eyes with something like a whimper as my anger imploded, evaporating into a desperate emptiness with something warm and heavenly gleaming just out of sight. I hesitated, torn between wanting that anger back – that simple, uncomplicated rage – and that heat, that desperate need to taste her, to please her. My tongue stroked her again. This time, warm, soft and loving, sliding over her opening, dipping into her, grazing her still-sensitive clit.

It was Alice that shattered my resistance this time.

"Oh, god, Bella, more..." she moaned.

I shuddered deeply. My hands, of their own accord grabbed those creamy smooth hips and I licked deeper.

"Yes," she breathed, arching, her fingers softening in my hair but they didn't leave. They rested almost limply on my head, staying gently tangled in my hair. "Oh, yes," she shuddered, both of her legs sliding over my shoulders, enclosing me in her satiny skin.

My whimper was lost in her soft, wet flesh and her gripping thighs and my hands slid under her buttocks, cupping her and lifting her greedily to me. My eyes opened, looking up the length of her body. Her head was back, her eyes closed, that little gap between her lips that I had savored so many times. Her free hand reached back to grip the back of her chair as she slid down to half lay in her chair, allowing her to arch higher, her pussy sliding over my tongue until we both moaned.

An image flashed into my over-worked mind ...Alice, stretched out naked, on a real bed for once, gripping the headboard and arching helplessly as I drove her to whatever ecstasy I could. Another image flashed in behind it, something else entirely, something I would do if I ever got the opportunity.

"Oh, yes, that's it..."

The images vanished as I recalled what I was doing, my tongue swirling and spiraling in and out of her wetness and I feasted on her, greedily slurping and sucking at her soft lips, the moist, slick inner flesh and her creamy nectar flowing freely into my mouth. My tongue drilled deeper still, thrusting desperately. I wanted all of her. I wanted to drive everything but me out of her mind, once and for all.

"Ah...ahh...oh...oh god, what...what..." She cried out as I pulsed my tongue mercilessly in and out of her, fast and deep. I wasn't taking my time or being gentle. She was going to scream for me and I wasn't going to be used. She was mine, at least for the moment and I was going to take full advantage.

Her breath turned into short, high-pitched gasps, her hips bucking higher and out of control. She was already close, probably trying to hold back, to prolong this but I wasn't letting her. My fingers tightened, digging into the firm, silky skin of her buttocks and my tongue slid out to pull her clit into my mouth. I sucked it lightly once, twice, feeling her jerk each time, hearing her sharp gasps for breath and then sucked it deeply, my tongue fluttering.

That did it. She cried out, as loudly as I had ever heard her, her hand clenching almost into a fist in my hair. Her mouth gaped open, her breathing momentarily halted. She held there, tense and quivering as I kept up that methodical sucking, not letting her relax, keeping her orgasm riding high, until I felt that spasm in her stomach that warned me that her pleasure would turn to pain very shortly if I didn't stop. I let her relax, though my mouth remained against her. I breathed deep of her scent, her wetness still coating my lips and tongue and chin, my eyes drifting closed as I kept my face buried between her thighs, my hands lightly stroking her still-trembling ass.

Her hand was still limply tangled in my hair, twitching faintly. We stayed that way for a long time. I couldn't bring myself to pull away and she apparently couldn't summon the energy to move at all.

After several long moments, I opened my eyes, looking up at her only to meet her blue eyes staring back at me.

She looked steadily down at me, her eyes wide and slightly glazed, obviously still dazed by an orgasm of that magnitude.

Our eyes stayed locked for a long moment and when my mouth moved, it was to apologize or yell or ask her just to move her legs, or something... I'm still not sure. It didn't end up mattering. The instant my mouth moved against her, she moaned softly, her eyes staring down into mine widening even more.

I felt my own eyes hood as my desire for her returned with a force that actually shocked me. I had never had a chance to pleasure her while looking into those incredible eyes.

"Bella..." she whispered, starting to say something.

I didn't let her. My lips kissed her pussy with soft, deep warmth and I breathed her in, not licking, just feeling her, my lips sliding over her slit with the softest of caresses.

She gasped and her eyes tried to flutter closed but my fingers suddenly dug into her firm buttocks, causing her eyes to fly open again with surprise. All of my emotion, the remnants of my anger, lust, desire, and other feelings I still shied away from blazed from my eyes into hers, as I mentally begged her to keep her eyes open, to let me look into them. My lips caressed her again and kept moving continuously stroking and nibbling and lightly sucking her outer, then inner, lips.

She hissed in a soft breath, her eyes so big. There was a strange light in her eyes as well as we stared each other down. The depth of emotion in her eyes startled me, though they were not emotions I could identify. I did not dare to hope.

I gave her one gentle, curious, tentative lick, a light smooth lick with the flat of my tongue, dragging her outer lips along and wiggling ever so slightly to stimulate her.

She let out a long, sighing moan and relaxed, her fingers tightening in my hair.

"Don't stop," she whispered, not looking away.

And so, with our eyes locked together, I began again. My lips stroked and tasted, my tongue slowly, lingeringly explored.

"Bella" she breathed, staring into my eyes, unable to look away now.

My own arousal spiked when she said my name in that way and my fingers slid higher into the small of her back, warm, smooth and slightly damp from the exertion of her earlier writhing. My fingertips massaged and she relaxed, sinking even lower in her chair as her legs slid further over my shoulders, tightening to pull me into her. As her shoulders met the seat of her chair her other hand joined the first in my hair, not tugging but just holding my soft locks.

I shuddered, slurping softly at her, watching her lovely eyes and wishing that this moment would never end.

"Ah...mm..." She whimpered.

I gave another slow lick and she whimpered again, those brilliant blue eyes as round as they could go. My hands slid still higher up her back, massaging her spine. She continued to relax, whimpering and sighing now with every movement of my mouth. Her hips began to rock ever so slightly, sliding her wet, slippery pussy against my mouth.

I began to devour her in earnest, my tongue moving constantly, my lips spreading her open for access. The way she was laying back in her chair was resting more and more of her weight on me and it forced me to sit back on her floor, stretching my legs out as I held her up against my mouth. The rocking was doing something else as well, though, I was being tantalized by the movement of my legs, rocking along with her body and my panties tugging and pulling at my already well-lubricated pussy. I whimpered in my own pleasure but held back my instinct to rock my hips more deliberately.

It wasn't easy; her wet pussy was as delicious as ever and staring into her eyes while hearing her moans and whimpers of open pleasure, feeling her soft hips pushing against me and her warm thighs trembling on my shoulders. It was all I could do not to start moaning right along with her. I had always been careful about that, I had always known instinctively that there was a line somewhere and if I crossed it, all this could end.

I managed to put that out of my mind – though the sensations were still there – and concentrated on her, boring my gaze into her while I took my time bringing her to ecstasy. I easily used the rest of the hour and could have just as easily taken longer. I don't think she would have objected, either, neither of us seemed to blink the entire time, her eyes locked helplessly on mine as I took her body as high as I could, building her up, tantalizing her, until she simply could not hold back any longer.

"Ah! Bella...Bella Ahhhhh!" Alice cried out, long and high as my sucking, licking mouth sent her over the edge and her head arched back, our gaze finally breaking as she was swept under by an intense orgasm. Her hips quivered throughout and my mouth was filled by her nectar as I carried her all the way through, until she relaxed with a shuddering moan and her hands fell from my hair to dangle limply beside her.

I shuddered on my own as she relaxed. It had taken all my effort not to join her in orgasm. I realized belatedly that I couldn't move. If I let her hips go, she would fall off her chair. I waited until she shook herself, summoning enough energy to pull herself back up onto her chair by the elbows. Eventually, I was able to sit back, my legs still too rubbery to hold me up. She seemed shaky as well and now, neither of us could meet the other's eyes.

I glanced up at the clock on her desk, and blinked, flushing slightly.

"Um...your meeting's in just a few minutes. I'll let them know you're on your way...I'll just leave you to, um, straighten up."

I staggered to my feet, not waiting for her response and half-stumbled back out to my desk.

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