I was glad that we still had one more day before Rhett came home. My face needed more time to heal. The bruising had become a bit yellow around the edges, showing signs of healing, but it still had a ways to go. Link and I discussed how we would tell Rhett. There would be no keeping it from him. We agreed that I would tell him, alone, so that I could try and keep him calm. There was no question in our minds that he would fly off the handle if we weren't careful.
Link's anxiety was through the roof. I kissed him softly on his cheek when I came into his office to check on him on Thursday. He wrung his hands as he sighed, leaning on his desk.
"It will be fine." I said softly, trying to reassure him. He glanced up to my face and grimaced. To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure that it WOULD be fine, but it felt better to stay positive.
"You've seen Rhett mad before. And that was more over the IDEA of me hurting you. Wait til he sees that bruise!" Link lamented. His head drooped.

Tough love time.

"Rhett is your friend, not your boss. He may Dom or whatever to help you, but he can't punish you for slipping up. Come on." I scolded him lightly. "Have a little faith in him, too. He isn't heartless."
Link sat back and looked at me blankly a moment. He looked a bit irritated. "I'm not a child, Des. I know he can't PUNISH me. I'm more worried that he will be so pissed for YOU that it could hurt our friendship. Which, of course, would hurt our business together, too."

I hadn't looked at it that way.

Instantly contrite, I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I'm sorry. I just hate to see you so worried. I really don't think he will be angry by the time I'm done talking to him, though. Really." I felt confident that I could keep him pacified.
Despite his tension, he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "By the time your done with him, huh?" Link sighed and relaxed. "Want to practice?"
I giggled, but upon seeing his serious expression, I agreed. I locked the door, though everyone was out for lunch, anyway. With my best straight face, I sat next to Link on the couch.
"Rhett, I know you and I have discussed this before. I was the one who instigated it, and I wasn't careful. I'm not mad at Link, and I don't want you to-"
Link was breathing hard, purposely, his face turning slightly red. His scowl was so comical that I couldn't focus. I stopped and grinned. "Really, Mister, you aren't helping." He smiled.
"Rhett, I'll do aaaaaaanything for you not to be mad at Link..." I twirled with my hair and batted my eyes. "Aaaaaaaanything..." Just for shock value, I swung myself into his lap to straddle him.
Link laughed and gripped my thighs. "Anything, huh darlin'?" He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled just out of his reach.
"You have to promise not to hurt Link or be mad..." I teased.
Link pulled me to him, his eyes half closed, ready to drop the act. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He kissed me hard. "Show me how bad you want me to forgive him." Link said, only half teasing. His eyes widened a bit in surprise when I kissed him again, eagerly, and began to rub myself on him. The dampness between my legs had already started. The heat emanating from him was contagious. My hands reached to either side of his neck to keep him close to me. The excitement began to build, and soon that tension and electricity was in the air.
I ceased, breathlessly, within centimeters of his mouth, and whispered, "I really, really want it."

Pretending was over. Link pulled off my belt and began to undo my pants. When he couldn't do anymore, he flipped me on to my back on the couch and yanked them off of me. They ended up somewhere over by his desk. I sat up and returned the favor. His belt buckle jingled a bit when I undid it, the buttons of his pants came undone easily, and I swiftly pulled his boxer briefs down enough to free his now throbbing erection. My mouth wrapped around it tightly.
He moaned as my tongue wrapped and twisted around him, stroking, licking, sucking, and pulling at him. I tasted every inch of it. My hand grabbed tightly around the base, twisting, sliding over him as I moved my mouth. The direction change had him swaying.
"Desi..." He groaned, grasping the back of my head and leaning into me. I took him in as much as I was able. My other hand cupped his balls. His groans grew louder, and I moved a hand to squeeze his leg, reminding him to keep it down. I then climbed my hand up his torso to his chest. His heart was pounding. My fingers flexed, and I lightly scratched down to grip his leg again.
He pulled my hair, forcing me to get off of him. "Panties off. Now." He growled. I obeyed with a smirk. I slid them down slowly, just to be mean, but hurried once I saw the expression on his face. Once they were off, I shrieked as my legs were lifted and I slid towards him. Link knelt and entered me fast, resting my legs on his shoulders, his hands on the back of the couch for leverage. He felt impossibly big and deep this way. He thrusted so hard that I gasped and cried out. My bruise hurt a little as he pressed a hand over my mouth to quiet me, but I ignored it, completely focused on the hard cock that was driving in and out of me.
"Oh my God, baby, yes, oh fuck, just like that..." I was barely coherent. My words were muffled by his hand anyway, so it didn't really matter. Link panted as he pushed harder.

KNOCK KNOCK.

We froze.

"Link?" It was Lizzie. "Link, you in there?"
I began to panic, but Link seemed to have no worries at all. "Des and I are talking. Private conversation. Be out in a few."

Oh, come on. That is so transparent.

We listened for a moment, but Lizzie seemed to have accepted that and gone. I began to move to sit up, but Link turned his attention back to me and held me fast.
"Where do you think you're going?" He whispered wickedly. When I looked at him incredulously, he simply said, "Just shut up," as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Everything was so sensitive. My climax was close, and I knew I had to keep silent as possible. Link covered my mouth again and continued. He looked so hot, his stare boring into me, looking at me through the bangs that had started to fall into his face, holding me exactly how he wanted me. Transfixed by his eyes, I became overwhelmed.
"Mmm!" I moaned desperately against his hand. My hands gripped the ends of the seat, so tightly that my fingers began to shake. All that I was able to comprehend was the pleasure coursing through my body. My orgasm overtook me as I felt Link shudder and begin to climb as well. I couldn't stay completely quiet, but I managed to keep it under control, though my body trembled violently.
Link wasn't as silent. "SHIT!" He exclaimed as he came, immediately clamping his mouth shut, no doubt working out how to explain that if anyone were to ask later.

...

"Pretend like you're upset." Link urged as we reached the door. We exited the office.

Oh great, improv. Which I suck at.

"Hey, if you need anything, let me know. I'm sorry you had to go through that. Some guys are just assholes." Link said, patting me on the shoulder.
I faked a sad face. "Thanks for listening. You're a good friend." My eyes watered on command. Unfortunately, I could lie really well when I needed to. It was a gift I wasn't particularly proud of, but I guessed it was part of being an actor.
Link smiled, looked around, then winked. "Anytime."