Alright, here you go. It is shorter than I intended, but I'm simply too exhausted to write any more at the moment. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
And thank you for your reviews! I am so happy that you enjoy the story!
Beware: smut ahead.
Elle felt her stomach lurch. She sat bolt upright in her bed, glancing around for the sudden noise that had awakened her. She located her phone and sleepily answered.
'lo?" She said putting the phone to her ear, her voice terribly drowsy.
"Elle, why are you so dark, I can't see you?" His deep voice seemed to reverberate through her brain for an eternity.
"What?" She said, confused, rubbing at her face.
"You're holding your phone to your ear, aren't you?" He said.
Elle frowned, holding the phone out in front of her, squinting at the bright screen. His face was blurred, she couldn't get it into focus, it was hurting her eyes.
"But it's all dark, Roland," she murmured, closing her eyes.
"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, it should be around 3 am at your place," he confirmed.
"What?!" She snapped.
"Why are you calling so late?" She managed, sighing discontentedly.
"Well, I wanted to see your face," he said, smirking.
"And why aren't you fucking naked?" He added, pouting.
"I'm sleeping!" She said, annoyed.
"..in my bed?" He finished the sentence for her, sounding hopeful.
"No!" She said, indignant.
"Oh," he sounded disappointed.
"Why the hell not?" He then asked.
She gave a huff.
"I don't know!" She managed.
"It didn't feel right without you there,"
"Well, that better change! I want to see you fucking naked in my bed again," he groused.
"Then get back here!" She snapped impatiently, ending the call then and there.
The nerve of him!
She felt a thrill despite her sleepiness. She would pay for that. She knew it on instinct.
It had been almost six weeks since he had left. They had kept their phone calls to a minimum, only exchanging info of the case he was on. He had seemed as his usual self, and she was relieved that he hadn't reproached her for hanging up on him that one time. Granted, he had awoken her in the middle of the night, she felt like anyone would be justified in getting a little tetchy. She hadn't dared spend a single day in his apartment, feeling it was a bit too awkward. Not only was he her boss, she had also only been with him one night. Of course, it had been absolutely amazing, and she would definitely do it again if the chance presented itself.
However, she felt certain it wouldn't happen any time soon. The case he was working on seemed to drag out for an eternity. She had been impatient at first, but now, she had kinda settled in for a long wait, feeling like good things would come to those who were patient.
Right now, she was in the copying room, working through a tall stack of papers. She had plugged her ears with Bluetooth earbuds, listening to her favourite music. At the moment Gimme, Gimme, Gimme by Abba was playing, and she was soundlessly mouthing along the chorus making her miss her boss.
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
She danced a little too, wriggling her hips as she worked, plucking another piece of paper from the stack and feeding it to the copier.
Suddenly she felt something strong press against her from behind, making her nearly scream with fright. Then she recognised his smell as it bloomed around her, and her scream lodged in her throat.
Roland.
She hastily removed her ear buds and tried to turn around, but he gripped her hips, keeping her in place. He bent over her a little, his chest pushing her forward, her breasts nearly touching the smooth gæass surface of the copier.
"So, you think you can just fucking hang up on me, do you?" He asked darkly, burying his nose in her neck.
She gulped, a thrill rushing through her body.
Shit.
He hadn't forgotten about it after all.
Now his nose was in her hair, breathing her in deeply. She very nearly whimpered. He pushed against her hard, her hips crashing against the hard frame of the copier. It jolted at the force of his movement. Neither of them noticed or cared.
"And here you are, shaking your ass at me, fucking tempting me beyond belief," he added, his deep voice strumming something inside her.
"I wasn't-" she began breathlessly.
"Be quiet," he admonished severely.
She shut her mouth, waiting.
"You will be punished for your insolence, and you will fucking love it!" He hissed, groaning deeply, grinding his pelvis against her ass.
She felt his excitement, the hard length rubbing between her ass cheeks.
"You missed this, didn't you?" He asked. She felt the question was rhetorical.
He grabbed her by the throat, pulling her back towards him, her back arching, his nose caressing her cheek, his beard scratching her face slightly.
"Didn't you?" He insisted, a deep hunger to his voice.
Apparently not rhetorical after all.
"Yes," she gasped.
"That's what I thought," he said.
"Now, be a good girl and suck my dick," he added, turning her around, while simultaneously pushing down on her shoulders, making her kneel in front of him.
She looked up into his face, her eyes hungry for him. He was opening the placket of his trousers, slipping his hand inside and extracting his cock from the confinements. He was already achingly hard. She didn't hesitate, but took him in her mouth without preamble, giving a deep pull, making him go nearly cross eyed with desire. He hissed, a deep groan leaving him, as his hips thrust forward sharply, the broad tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed softly, thrusting eagerly into her warm, wet cavity again. He felt his balls retract up into his body almost immediately, his release dangerously close.
"It has been so long," he growled, caressing her cheek as she worked him over, her fingers grasping the base of his cock, where her mouth couldn't reach.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" He hissed, rolling his hips, his fingers interlacing into her hair, cupping the back of her head, fucking her mouth less gently than the last time she had been in this position.
She enjoyed it even so, trying to take him in as far as she could, revelling in his deep groans of pleasure.
"Shit that feels good," he murmured gruffly, his body trembling slightly.
"I missed you," he added seductively, flexing the muscles in his pelvic area, thrusting deeply into her mouth again and again. It felt so good, and he could tell he would soon be erupting.
"This will be quick," he groaned, giving a few deep thrusts, nearly making it impossible for her to breathe.
Suddenly he stiffened, holding her close for a few moments, feeling her swallow, the contractions in her throat sending him over the edge, his seed spilling deep down her throat, his groan of pleasure sailing through the small room. Elle swallowed him down, slowly licking him clean.
"Such a good girl," he growled.
"I still need to reprimand you, though," he said, pulling her to her feet.
She barely had time to register his words, when he pushed her backwards, suddenly kissing her deeply as he maneuvered her around, having her practically sit on the copier behind her. She was wearing a skirt, and he easily spread her legs apart, his warm hand finding her hot center. She gave a strangled sigh as he began to caress her through her panties, stroking her clit perfectly. She groaned softly, leaning her brow on his shoulder, her breath tickling his throat gently.
Suddenly he knelt down in front of her, his eyes intently on her face, his mouth inches from her already throbbing core.
"I'm gonna take these," he growled nonchalantly, peeling her panties off, sliding them down her legs.
He had barely stuffed them in his pocket before she felt his greedy mouth on her, his lips capturing her clit instantly, making her jolt sharply. It had been so long, and she was almost instantly at the finish line, her fingers gripping the edge of the copy machine tightly. He lapped at her, his tongue seeking out her clit, giving it a lazy twirl with the float rough surface, sending a series of delicious jolts through her body. She leaned backwards, panting sharply, as she felt the familiar tingle chase up her spine.
Then he stopped.
Elle glanced down, her cheeks flushed, her face livid.
"What are you doing? I was so close," she hissed.
"I know," he smirked.
"This is part of your punishment. Along with this," he added, holding up a small device.
She stared at it. It was some kind of sex toy, shaped like an egg, only a bit smaller. It was bright pink and had a tail that ended in a ring.
"What?" She said, her voice startled.
He didn't answer, but gave her a wolfish grin, before he ever so slowly licked on the little contraption, almost pulling it into his mouth all the way. As he withdrew it, it was slick with his saliva, and she stared in shock, as he lowered his hand to her cunt, easily inserting the device into her vagina. It almost looked like it was sucked inside, now only the tail sticking out.
Suddenly it began to vibrate, the dull hum barely audible, only the sensation telling her it was on. Her entire body jackknifed, as he revealed his left hand, holding a tiny controller. He casually turned up the vibrations, and Elle nearly felt her teeth chatter.
"I will expect your best work, despite any challenges from this and I will be controlling this. I decide if and when you will get to come. This is your punishment for fucking hanging up on me," he said darkly.
She gaped at him.
"Are you serious, right now?" She gasped, even as her insides gave a violent jolt.
"Very," he said smoothly, and then he turned and walked towards the door.
"Oh, and I'll hold on to these. You will get them once you feel ready to join me in my bed," he said, smirking at her over his shoulder, swinging her panties over his head before stuffing them in his pocket again.
She could do nothing but stare at the door, long after he had closed it.
It was going to be a long day.
Elle has gotten herself in too deep, eh? What did you think? I'd love to know!
-Pancakes