His Deepest Desire (BBW Domination Billionaire Erotica) (2 page)

“I don’t think you should talk to your superior like that,” he said, his voice uneasy. He stepped closer to me, and I could feel the electricity between us, a void that needed to be filled.

He stepped ever closer, and I could feel the heat of his body. That magnificent body, his chest pulling his button shirt taut across the shoulders. He looked down at me, his height nearly towering over me. Before I knew it, his hand was on me, groping me through my shirt and bra. Admiring my large cup size.

I wasn’t sure what I could say to stop him, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to. He leaned over and smelled my hair.

“I’ve always loved my women... natural,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I blushed, never having thought about that before. His hand slid down my body, squeezing my waist. His cologne wafted off him, a heady scent of leather and pine engulfing me. His lips were on mine, and I felt myself melting every second our bodies were touching. His moist tongue slipped between our lips and entered my mouth, and I felt myself losing balance. This powerful man wanted me, and who was I to deny him?

His hands moved around me, and he embraced me, our bodies touching. I felt the hardness of his erection growing between us, the wild heat of his fire turning me inside out. I didn’t know if I could stop myself from throwing him onto the desk and having my way with him.

Before things got too out of control, he stopped, releasing himself from me. He turned away, his cheeks red.

“I’m--I’m so sorry.” He apologized, “I shouldn’t have done that... I don’t know what came over me.” He looked back at me, his eyes darting down and up my body, stirring me inside. “Thank you for your advice Kari -- Ms. Scott. You can go home for the day.” He exhaled. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He walked back around to his desk and sat, fixing his tie and clearing his throat. I wasn’t wanted anymore.

I nodded slowly, still taking in what had just happened as I left his office, closing the door behind me. I gathered some things so I could finish up some paperwork at home, and left through the elevator. Sasha gave me another cold stare.
Did she know? Am I that obvious?
I tried to console myself, that she was just stupid like that.

I spent the majority of my drive home just trying to decipher what Mr. Reeves had meant when he said he liked his women ‘natural,’ since I never had that thought cross my mind before. Sure I had heard it touted by
some
people, but they were delusional, certainly I shouldn’t accept it as the truth.

That would be too easy.

***

I walked into my spacious apartment, trying to take my mind off of Mr. Reeves fondling me in his office. If I had felt any differently about him, I might have filed an immediate complaint with HR, but I didn’t. Something about him just had this pull on me. I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I undressed, hoping a hot shower would help clear my mind. It didn’t. All it did was make me fantasize more about him touching me, his soft hands sliding over my curves and his mouth on my nipple. His piercing blue eyes striking a chord inside me, my throbbing clit begging for his tongue.

I braced myself against the shower door, fighting to not give into the temptation of my own body.
Just a small touch,
I thought, grazing my clit with my wet hand. Immediate hot pleasure shot through me like a jolt of electricity.

I couldn’t stop, rubbing my finger up and down and slipping it inside of me. Ecstatic, I thought of him taking me in his office, pushing me down onto his desk with a shove. He’d tear my skirt off and caress my figure, his hands moving down from my breasts and around my hips. Salivating at the thought of having me. His lips would explore me, his kisses soft on my breasts, a light nibble on my nipple. The itch of his stubble against my smooth skin. My fingers would run through his hair, lost in it all.

His breathing would grow deep, as he pushed his finger into me, my folds already wet and willing to take it in all the way. Sweat would mat my hair, and I’d collapse onto his desk. I kept going, I kept pleasuring myself, thinking of Mr. Reeves’ breath hot on my neck, his fingers digging into my bare ass, his dick pounding into me. I imagined my hands splayed out on his desk, scattering loose papers with every thrust pushing me forward.

I rinsed, and shut the shower off. As I toweled off and got ready to go to bed, I hoped that Mr. Reeves would touch me again. I whispered his name, “Jonathan.”

***

Light streamed in through my window, tickling my face.

Morning. I opened my eyes seconds before my alarm started blasting wake-up call.

I squirmed in my bedsheets, which were wrapped around my body like a python. Struggling to reach for my alarm, I slammed it off, curling back into my bed and closing my eyes, my thoughts drifting to Mr. Reeves, my heart racing at the thought of what today might bring. The dust danced in the beam of light, and I leaped out of bed. I didn’t want to be late, or make a bad impression on Mr. Reeves, unsure of how he’d react to that after discarding me yesterday.

Maybe I should be late? If I was late, maybe he’d...
punish
me. I bit my lip, the thought of his firm hand squeezing my ass.

I dashed out the door and got in my car, driving off to work.

***

Mr. Reeves acted like nothing had happened. His coldness was strange and disconcerting. I tried to busy myself with menial tasks for the morning, but it wasn’t much use. I couldn’t focus very well. Just before lunch time, he finally called on me, asking me to come into his office.

I stepped into his office, the sensation of being in there completely different. The energy was mellow, cold almost.

“You wanted to see me Mr. Reeves?”

“Yes,” he said, indifference clouding his voice, “There are some files I need in the archives, in the basement.”

He told me the file numbers and where they would be.

“Oh, and you have to use the stairs. The elevator doesn’t go to the basement, the stairs to the basement are only on the main floor.” I nodded, hoping that if I was quick enough I might get a reward. Or maybe, slow enough, I might need another lesson.

I rushed out, almost jogging down the hall. The elevator opened on the lobby floor and let me out, and I ignored Sasha’s stare. I was so sick of her. I found the emergency stairs to the basement, finding them distasteful, too narrow and dimly lit.

The basement itself smelled rank, like damp paper. I crinkled my nose, opening the door into the archives. Concrete floor, concrete walls, barely adequate fluorescent lighting. Stacks and stacks of boxes filled with folders and papers stretched wall-to-wall. There must have been thousands of documents down there, but I only needed one.

I walked down the stacks, sidestepping small puddles of water. The hiss and roar of the building’s pipes echoed throughout the room.

I heard the stair door open and shut again.
Someone else? Mr. Reeves?

“Hello?” I called out, to only receive silence. This was too creepy. “Hello?” I yelled louder.

“Hi, Kari.” Sasha’s voice rang out. She appeared out of the shadows and stood several feet away from me, her arms crossed.

“What do you want?” I fumed, I did not want to see her.

“To stop whatever it is you’re planning with Mr. Reeves.”

I shot her a look of disgust.
Who the fuck does she think she is?
“What does it mean to you anyway?”

“Mr. Reeves
is mine.
” She scowled, taking a step closer to me.

“Yours? Are you married to him or something?”

“No, but I will be one day, He’ll be all mine. We’ve been together before, and it’ll happen again, and I don’t need you fucking it all up. So you better watch your step, or something terrible could happen. Did you know why his last secretary quit her job?”

“No. And I don’t believe you. How could you two be together? You’re too crazy. He said you were just a secretary.”

“A secretary?!” she fumed, “He would say that... he’s just protecting me. The last one quit because she couldn’t handle the idea of Mr. Reeves and I being together, and she started to act... inappropriately with him. She didn’t quit, he fired her. I advise you back down yourself. I saw your face the other day, I know what happened.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah you do, you lying bitch.” Her voice was wavering, unsteady and filled with anxiousness. “I said he’s all mine, I don’t know why you get all the attention, he always ignores me. But I’ll show him how special I really am. I will, and then he’ll want me and no one else.”

I shook my head, “You’re crazy!”

“No! I’m not. I’m not. You better watch your step, Kari. Just some friendly advice.” She backed away, disappearing back behind some shelves. I heard the door open and close, footsteps climbing the stairs.

I shuddered.
How could she work here and be that psychotic? Does Mr. Reeves even know?

“God I hope so.” I muttered, finding the archived files and picking the box up. I hoisted it down from the shelf and gripped it as tightly as possible, the cardboard weak from age.

I managed to get them carried up the stairs, trying my best to ignore Sasha as I turned the corner into the elevator. I dropped the excuse of a box on the floor of the elevator and pressed the “7” as hard as I could, just wanting the door to close and Sasha’s stare to get off my body.

***

I couldn’t take that bitch anymore, so I stormed back into his office. He smiled when he saw me and the archived files, but his appreciation faded when he noticed my frown.

I dropped the box on his desk with a loud slam.

“Do you realize that Sasha is fucking bonkers?” I said, my arms crossed.

He looked through the box, rifling through it with delicate fingers. He stopped. “Oh... I do.”

“Do you like her?” I asked, nervously staring at the wall. “She said you were together, that she was going to have you all to herself again.”

“What? What brought this up?”

“What about before? Did that never happen?”

He sighed, looked down and running his hand through his hair. “We were together... once. It was a mistake.”

“Like what happened yesterday this week was a mistake?” I turned and scowled at him. He opened his mouth, then closed it.

“No. That wasn’t a mistake.”

“Prove it.” I said, fuming. I was sick of his games and coyness, I wanted him to step up.

He nodded. “I will. Would you like that?” He scooped me up, his hands holding my waist firmly. “Would you like if I fucked you right here in this office?”

I blushed, losing my rage and anger.

“I think that’s a yes.” He pushed the box off the desk, papers spilling out and scattering across the floor. He cleared off the rest of his desk, before picking me up and setting me on the hard surface.

His fingers were quick, unbuttoning my blouse with impressive dexterity. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth to my neck. Begging him to kiss me.

His lips kissed my neck, running over my clavicle. He finished with my blouse, tearing it off me in a frenzy, my bra the only thing between him and his prize.

He kissed my lips, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I moaned softly, his hand undoing my bra and sliding it off me. He cupped my breast, the warmth of his hand flowing through me like a powerful energy.

“Oh Kari,” he groaned, pushing me further onto the desk. My arms held me up as he kissed my body, working his lips around my breasts and my waist, before he pulled my skirt off, revealing my white lace panties.

He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. He put himself between my legs, my calves balanced delicately on his shoulders. “Mmm, beautiful,” he muttered, kissing my left calf and working his way up to my knee. I blushed, amazed by his completely unabashed euphoria with my body. I wasn’t used to it, at all.

“Mr. Reeves, you’re -- you’re embarrassing me...” I said, sincere.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about Kari, you’re a gorgeous woman.” His mouth was close to my pussy now, and I ached for it. His breath coiled through the thin material, and just the sensation of his hot breath sent shivers through my spine.

He nibbled on my panties, carefully gripping them with his teeth and pulling them off my body. He took them off and tossed them to the floor, before diving back in again.

His tongue was nimble, much more than I could have ever dreamed of. His wet tongue complimented my wet folds, sliding easily between them, sending me reeling with ecstasy, my sighs and moans echoing through his office. As he worked me into a deep lather, his tongue excitedly dancing on my clit, the phone rang out in the reception area.

It was only then that I remembered where we were, his office, at work. And I was completely naked. I sat up, holding myself up with my elbows. I looked out at his door, slightly ajar from when I first came in.

“Ignore it Kari, this is a moment for us.”

“But.. The door,”

“Ignore it as well, just... relax.” He said, pushing my chest back down onto the desk.

I reclined, trying to ignore the phone. He kissed my stomach, moving his way up, climbing atop the desk over me. He reached my neck, and the phone stopped ringing.

He caressed my face, holding it in his hand. He kissed me again, and I felt myself melt into him.

“Jonathan...” I moaned, and he hovered over me, his face inches away from mine. I could smell his cologne again, filling my head with filthy thoughts.

He pushed his finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it, my eyes matching his. He withdrew it, reaching down. I felt the wet tip of his finger graze my clit, and I shuddered, knowing what he was about to do.

“You like this? You want me to finger you?” he teased, his intense eyes piercing mine. I nodded, biting my lip.

He plunged his finger into me, curling it around. I moaned out, wanting to buck into it. It was more than I had anticipated, and I couldn’t even imagine his cock filling me up. He rolled his finger inside me, making a come hither motion.

I felt myself coming ever closer, dipping my back into his hand. The wave of my orgasm rising like the tide inside me.