Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive (5 page)

“I don’t
understand.” She looked down at him in wonder as he groaned and rested his
cheek against her thigh, eyes closed.

“I can lose
control.” His words were a whisper, his kiss on her knee as light as a feather,
his fingers tracing the square pattern of the fishnets. “Such a small thing.”

He looked up
at her and reached into his pants pocket. “You wouldn’t think that something as
small as this could make me lose control, would you?”

“You.”
Kelsey gasped when he held up her black panties from yesterday.
“You!”

“Control is
in illusion.” He pushed her back and Kelsey stumbled, catching herself on the
desk. He was between her thighs before she could even think about protesting,
leaning into her, forcing her back. “In the end, we’re all already dead.”

“Then why sell
insurance?” Her voice was trembling. “Why sell anything? Why
do
anything?”

“Because
that’s what separates us from the animals.” He chuckled, nuzzling her ear,
whispering his words. She could feel his cock through his trousers—he was very
hard. “We’re
civilized.
”

“But that’s
an illusion too.” She slipped her arms around his neck, unable to resist the
feel of his body against hers, long and lean. It was Oliver all along. How
could she have ever thought it was anyone else?

“Yes!” He
grabbed her thighs, gripping her stockings, his fingers digging in. “We can’t
help what we are.”

She moaned
softly, wrapping her legs around him, locking them behind his back.

“So we make all
these rules,” he whispered, rocking, his cock hard between her legs, far too
many clothes separating them. Kelsey whimpered, hanging on tight. “We repress
our instincts. We sell insurance.” He chuckled, gasping when she arched and
shifted her hips, pressing her crotch tight into his. “But we’re drawn to each
other.”

“Like
magnets,” she panted, remembering what he’d said yesterday, feeling his breath
hot against her neck.

“I make the
rules for your own good,” Oliver murmured, breathing in deep as he stood,
looking down at her sprawled across his desk. “When you come to work wearing
stripes… or these…”

Kelsey
gasped as he grabbed her inner thighs, spreading them wider, his fingers hooked
into the holes in the fishnets. He looked at the surprise on her face, giving a
low groan as he gripped the material in his fists, pulling toward her knees,
the crotch splitting along the seam, the low sound of the fabric ripping
filling the room.

She gaped
down at the hole in the crotch of her brand new Victoria’s Secret stockings.
Oliver was looking at it too, the expression on his face worth far more than
she’d paid for the fishnets. Her white cotton panties had a wet spot in the
crotch. She was so wet it was embarrassing.

“I can’t
assure your safety around me if you wear things like this, Kelsey.”

“Yes, sir,”
she whispered.

“Fuck.” He
said the word as if it could save him, save them both, but she knew better. He
was already kneeling, burying his face in the wet fabric of her panties, his
hands moving under the ripped material of the fishnets, stroking her thighs.

“Oliver!”
she cried, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He nosed her panties
aside, burying his tongue in the hot, wet flesh of her pussy, sucking at her
clit. His mouth was skilled, his hands spreading her wide for the lash of his
tongue. She couldn’t help arching to meet him, her legs dangling off the edge
of the desk, her black pumps falling to the floor with a clatter.

Masturbating
in the men’s bathroom and leaving her panties for some office stranger was one
thing, but this… this was something else entirely. Oliver nudged her knees up
over his shoulders, delving in deeper, making her writhe on his desk. Oh god,
she was going to come. He was going to make her come!

“Please,”
she whispered, finding her fingers moving through his close-cropped hair,
begging him for release. “Oh god. Oh god.”

He moaned
and swallowed her juices as she climaxed all over his desk, all over his face. Her
pussy throbbed and pulsed with pleasure, every sweet contraction sending heat rushing
through her veins. She gripped his shoulders, nails digging into the crisp
white material of his shirt, shivering under the hot press of his tongue.

“Oh god,
Kelsey,” he panted, coming up to kiss her. Oh my god, Oliver Pierce was kissing
her! Given where his mouth had just been, this shouldn’t have been a surprise,
but somehow it was. “I want you. I want you so fucking much.”

“Yes,” she
breathed, tasting herself in his mouth, knowing there was no turning back now.
She wanted him just as much. There was no denying it anymore. “Fuck me, Oliver.
Do it.”

He groaned
at her words, reaching for his belt, undoing his trousers. She couldn’t help
herself. She grabbed his length, guiding him. They didn’t bother with the rest
of their clothes. Kelsey’s panties were still on. She just kept them pushed
aside, aiming his cock as he rocked her back on the desk with the shove of his
hips.

“Oh god,” he
whispered as he slid inside. She was so wet he bottomed out right away, making
her gasp and hang onto him as they rocked on the desk. “You feel so fucking
good.”

“Fuck me,”
she whispered into his ear as he began to thrust. She wrapped the shredded
remains of her fishnets around his waist, pulling him in deeper, the heated
slap of their bodies filling the room. “Oh yes, fuck me hard! Harder!”

The whole
desk shook and Kelsey whimpered, trying to stay quiet, knowing that it was
nearing eight in the morning, that people were probably arriving to work. What
would they think if they heard moaning and groaning and screaming coming from
Oliver Pierce’s office?

“Kelsey,”
Oliver gasped, his whispered words like a warning. “I can’t… ohhh god… I can’t
hold back…”

“Yes!” she
panted, her hips rocking up to meet his, remembering the sound of him in the
men’s room, the same low growl he was making now, music to her ears. “Come for
me!”

He gave in,
driving her forward on the desk, his silver pen holder clattering to the floor,
pens and pencils scattering everywhere. His cock was like an iron bar inside of
her, pulsing with heat as he came. He grunted and shoved his hips into hers,
moving Kelsey back with each stroke as he filled her, again and again, so far
back on the desk she was practically falling off the other side, and she just
barely managed to save his crystal paperweight from sliding off the edge.

He chuckled,
catching his breath against her ear. “Nice catch.”

“Thanks.”
She smiled, closing her eyes, breathing in the scent of him as they collapsed
together on the big surface of his desk. “DUX217? February seventeenth is your
birthday, but what’s the DUX? ”

“Dux is
Latin for boss.” Oliver lifted his head, looking at her. “You knew my birthday?”

“I looked it
up last night to be sure,” she admitted.

“I created a
hidden account.” He shrugged, looking sheepish. “I know it was wrong, but
damnit, Kelsey… I had a hard enough time keeping my hands off you when you actually
followed the dress code. How could you expect me to resist you in those
stripes?”

“So now
what?” she murmured, stroking the damp hair at the nape of his neck, his words
thrilling her beyond hope.

“Now, Ms.
Watson, you follow the rules,” he admonished, making a stern face as he rolled
to the side and then stood, doing up his trousers. He glanced at the door, and
she could tell he was already thinking about work.

She smirked,
half-sitting, toying with the shredded lengths of the fishnets covering her
thighs. “Or what?”

“Or you get
a spanking.” He swallowed, looking at her all spread out on his desk,
distracted again. “In fact, I still owe you one. Damnit, Kelsey, stop it. You
just activate all my baser instincts.”

“You know
what Pavlov said about animals,” she purred, putting her feet up in the desk
and letting her knees fall apart. He groaned. “Behavioral conditioning and all.
And we’re just animals, isn’t that right, Oliver?”

He growled,
stepping toward the desk and grabbing her open thighs, pulling her so she fit
snuggly into the saddle of his hips.

“Should I
ring a bell?” she teased.

“Just heard
one.” He licked his lips. “Time for Round Two.”

Who knew her
boss was so insatiable?

She closed
her eyes and let him take her again, this time in pure, raw, base fashion, with
Kelsey bent over the desk, and she couldn’t help but think, whether they were
animals underneath their civilized exteriors or not, she’d never been so glad
for a broken appliance in her life.

The End

ABOUT SELENA KITT

Selena Kitt is a
bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the
highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold
in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!

Her writing
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also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists
that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she’s not pawing away
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husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves
bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos,
voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather,
and playing kitty cat.

Her books
EcoErotica
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The Real Mother Goose
(2010) and
Heidi and the Kaiser
(2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance,
Second
Chance
, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story,
Connections
,
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short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees,
where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind”
(without author’s name available.)

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