Hallway

Hallway

The Coke foamed and spilled over the edge of the clear plastic cup.

"Oh shit," I whispered, setting the bottle down and looking around frantically, I grabbed a green dishrag from the sink and caught the liquid right before it spilled over the counter onto the floor.

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit."

"Are you having fun?" a voice behind me asked.

I winced and closed my eyes for a moment. Of course, it was him. I did something stupid, so he would be there to see it—like the way he somehow always showed up when I was having trouble with the copier.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he chuckled.

"Nah, nah, it's okay," I replied, as I turned on the faucet and rinsed out the dishrag in the sink, "You just interrupted me, I was pouring Coke all over your counter. Is it okay if I use this?" I held the rag up.

He took a sip of his drink and waved his hand as if he were lazily swatting at a fly. "S'fine."

"Thanks. I'm sorry," I said, getting the last of the liquid up.

"No sweat," he said, "Though can I make a suggestion?"

I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. He was leaning over the counter. For a moment I imagined myself behind him, spanking him, I'd have to swing a little harder to make the hits count through his jeans-- I shook my head slightly to focus.

"What?"

"Maybe try using a cup for your beverage?"

I scoffed as I rinsed and wrung the rag again. "Look," I replied, "I'm not going to use a cup just because that's what everyone else is doing, okay?" I folded the dishrag back over the sink and made sure the Coke bottle cap was screwed on tightly. "Don't try to make me conform, man."

He straightened up and put his hands up. "All right, all right, I'm sorry, I know, you're a rebel."

"That's right," I replied in a mock-serious tone. I grabbed my drink and leaned back against the counter. "It's really cool of you to throw this party for Aiden."

"Yeah, I'm going to miss him, he's been so helpful to me, I thought it was the least I could do." He looked out across the open floor plan to the living room area. "Oh."

I turned around. Everyone was crowded around the big screen TV, looking down at something I couldn't see.

"I think they're setting up my one roommate's karaoke machine," he said softly as he stepped closer to me.

Goosebumps sprung up on my arm at his nearness. "Can we run?" I asked.

"We could, but they'd find us. We're trapped in this house," he deadpanned.

"Well then," I held up my rum and Coke, "To our doom."

We bumped cups and smiled at each other. I felt myself blush.

I heard the beginning notes of All That Jazz from the musical Chicago and gazed out at the cluster of people in the living room area again.

"Ohhhhh right. Because Aiden's going to the Chicago office, I get it," I mused.

"Indeed," he flatly agreed.

Apparently Olivia from Marketing had missed her cue, so Tyler and Braden got up from one of the couches to make the machine restart the song.

"Hey, wasn't there a book of mine you wanted to borrow?" he asked.

I laughed. "Um, yes? If that would get me out of here."

He downed the rest of his drink and set his cup on the counter. "All my books are upstairs in my room," he stated.

I surveyed the beige-carpeted steps leading up into the darkness of the second floor.

"Hang on," I held my finger up, downed the rest of my drink, set my cup on the counter, and grimaced as Olivia started to sing off key. "Whew! Okay, lead the way."

We snaked around the kitchen counter, across the dining room area, and up the staircase. I admired him in front of me-- his shoulders and back through his t-shirt, the outline of his butt through his jeans.

The sound became mercifully muffled as we ascended the steps, the glow of the light from downstairs fading.

"Awfully dark up here," I remarked.

"Yeah, sorry, the hallway light burned out a couple months ago and none of us has bothered to get the ladder out of the garage to change it. Are you okay? Do you want to take my hand?" He stopped and turned, his palm open.

"Well, one can never be too careful." I let go of the banister and took his hand.

"This is very true," he replied. We proceeded up the stairs and down the hallway.

I couldn't recall if we had ever touched before. In our office, when people met, they rarely shook hands, it was usually just a nod or a wave.

"I remember I saw you with a Stephen King book a couple times, and you told me you were getting into him, and I don't know if you remember, but I told you I've got a few of his books you're welcome to borrow."

We approached a closed door at the end of the hallway. He let go of my hand, opened the door, and reached in to turn on the light.

"Ohhhh, I see," I said as I stepped into his room, surveying the modern-looking desk, the built-in bookshelves, the wooden dresser, the neatly made bed with a blue comforter and blue pillows.

"See what?" he asked, as he grabbed some crumpled clothing off the floor, tossed it in his closet, and shut the closet door.

I had thought this was a ruse to get me up to his room, but it seemed he really did want to lend me a book. I was crestfallen.

"Uh, I see that we're not being deceitful," I said slowly, "I mean, if anyone asks where we were when the karaoke started, you really are lending me a book."

"Yeah, why would we want to not be around for karaoke?" he shrugged and smiled in a jokingly manic way, "You just had to borrow a Stephen King book. It's very important to you."

I nodded emphatically. "Precisely."

"So they're all over here," he walked toward a bookshelf, "I don't have the best collection, but I've got Gerald's Game, It, Cujo, Carrie, The Dark Half, aaaaand I thought I had Pet Sematary, but maybe I lent it to someone? I don't know," he pawed at different shelves, then stopped to look at me. "Any of those interest you?"

I had been staring at his wrists, imagining what they would look like in handcuffs.

"Oh, um, The Dark Half, please," I said.

"Here you are," he handed it to me.

"Thanks. I liked Misery so much, I want to read more of his stories about writers," I muttered as I looked at the well-worn paperback and thumbed the pages.

I looked up. He was leaning on his bookcase and staring at me, his expression unreadable.

"What?" I asked.

"Your necklace," he said, pointing to my neck. "It's nice," he craned his head forward a bit, "Is that a star?"

He stepped toward me, reaching for the charm on my necklace. I took a step back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—" he said as he put his arm down.

"It's all right," I interrupted him, "I, um, we should probably get back downstairs."

"Yeah, yeah, good idea."

I turned and made my way toward his open bedroom door, my face hot. I wanted to explain that I didn't know what just happened. Something felt wrong somehow.

I walked a few steps outside of his bedroom and stopped in the hallway, waiting for him to turn out the light and close the door.

The darkness was soft and inviting. I could hear muffled music from the party—was that a song by the band Chicago?-- and see the light at the top of the staircase almost pulsing. We had to go back down there. Unless...

I drew in a sharp breath as the idea came to me.

"Let me get in front of you and you can take my hand again," he said as he walked up behind me, "I mean, if you want."

"Hang on," I said, slowly bending down to place the book on the floor against the wall.

My mind served up flashes of images I had seen on nature shows of different animals attacking their prey—a crocodile motionless in the water, then snapping its jaws down on an unsuspecting zebra; a praying mantis camouflaged and still, then springing and ensnaring a butterfly in its front legs; a snake still and coiled, then striking a mouse.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

I turned, grabbed him by his shoulders, and shoved him against the wall to the left.

"Whoa! What the—"

"Shut up," I whispered. "Just shut up."

"Uh, okay."

I breathed in and out a few times, exhilarated, not sure what I was doing, but feeling right. I leaned in close.

"You're going to do what I say. You're going to follow my orders. If you don't like it, if you want it to stop, you can say...ummm..." I let out a little laugh as the notion came to me, "Wait, do you know what a safe word is?"

He smiled incredulously, but nodded.

"Karaoke is your safe word. Say it to me once so I know you understand."

"Karaoke," he said softly, smirking.

"Good. Good good good good good," I nodded and let go of his shoulders, then leaned in, pressing my body against him. His head was tilted downward so our noses touched. He put his hands on my lower back.

"No," I said firmly, stepping away and taking a hold of his wrists, "You keep your palms flat against the wall. You don't touch me until I say you can touch me."

"Oh, okay," he replied, a little dumbfounded, arranging his arms at his sides with his palms against the wall.

"Good boy," I whispered as I leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of my breasts against the firmness of his chest. "Now then, what the fuck was that in there?"

"Um, what the fuck was what where?" he asked.

"The whole 'Your necklace is nice,'" I said in a mocking tone, "There was something really weird about it. Is that some bullshit corny move you use to hook up with girls?"

He exhaled. "I...uhh..."

I pressed my hips into him, feeling his semi-hard cock through his jeans. He groaned.

"That's not an answer," I chided him.

"Well, um, yes," he admitted.

I tilted my head to the side. "Explain how it works."

"I'm sorry," he said.

I lightly slapped his face. "I didn't tell you to apologize, did I? No I did not. I told you to explain how your bullshit corny move works. Tell me."

He inhaled deeply and looked down. "Well, I compliment their necklace and get in close enough to examine it so they can feel my breath on their neck, then...I...move my hand to their neck, sort of, caressing and...well..."

"And get your hand to the back of the neck to pull her in for a kiss?"

He looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah."

"I wish there was a little more light so I could see if you were blushing or not," I mumbled, looking around as if light would magically appear.

"I am, I'm embarrassed. I shouldn't have done that to you."

I looked at him, trying to figure out what to do next. I felt like my blood was vibrating I was so excited.

"I oughtta take you downstairs, bend you over the coffee table, pull your pants down, and spank your bare ass in front of everyone," I growled.

"Oh, please don't," he whined.

I grabbed his cock through his jeans. "I think you'd like it, you pervert."

He moaned at my touch. "No, I wouldn't, I swear I'll be good, I won't try any more corny moves on you."

I took my hand off his cock and stroked his cheek. "Aw, you're so cute," I traced the outline of his lips with my thumb, "The funny thing I should confess is... I might have fallen for it, but for some reason, not tonight. The idea of you...and me... has been a fantasy of mine for a while," my hand dropped to his neck, caressing, savoring the feel and scent of his skin, "but we're not going to do things your way. We're going to do things my way."

"Yes ma'am," he whispered, his breathing erratic, "May I ask a question?"

"Hmmm," I pondered, gently pinching his left nipple through his shirt, "I guess I can allow it."

"Is this a move you use to hook up with guys?"

I chortled. "I don't know, does this feel like an overused corny move to you?" I let my hand find his belt buckle.

"No ma'am, I was just checking," he sighed.

I stepped back, putting my hands on my hips, leaving him against the wall with an obvious hard on.

"Tell me: If that move had worked, would we be fucking right now?"

He swallowed. "Um, I hope so, that...That was my intention."

I smiled. "You filthy boy," I scolded, "So you think I'm the kind of girl who falls for some dumb line about her necklace and will just jump right on your dick?"

His whole body seemed to be twitching, as if he wanted to move, but couldn't.

"Uhh...No? Yes? I just-- it's a move that works for me, I...wanted you, I didn't think--"

"Well, clearly," I crossed my arms in front of me, "And now look at you—stuck to a wall with a hard on. Whatever are you going to do?"

He lowered his gaze. "Whatever pleases you," he said.

"Hmph," I grunted, but the muscles inside me involuntarily clenched.

How much did I want to tease him? How much did I want to tease myself?

"Take it out," I ordered.

He looked up. "What?"

I sighed. "You were going to fuck me, right? So I want to see what I could've gotten. Take your hands off the wall and take out your cock."

His shaky hands went to his belt buckle. "Wait. Can we go back to my room? It's just if someone comes up and sees us, ya know?"

"Huh, that's fascinating," I leaned against the opposite wall.

"What?"

"Well, you know it's dark enough up here that if we saw someone coming we could duck into your room quickly and they wouldn't see anything. Sooo...I have to surmise that you're trying to make yourself more comfortable, which doesn't please me. What would please me would be for you to get your pants and underwear around your ankles, and let me see this cock you were going to put in me. And we're here to do what pleases me, right? So what's the fucking hold up? Do you wanna say the safe word?"

"No. No no no no no no no," he said fervently, "You're right, I'm sorry, you're right."

He quickly undid his belt and fly, pulling his jeans to his ankles, followed by his boxers.

"Very good," I said, pushing myself off the opposite wall, "Hands back on the wall."

He did as he was told.

"Well there you go, see? Following an order wasn't so hard after all, was it?"

His eyes were lowered. I thought I could see him purse his lips as he shook his head back and forth.

I pressed myself against him again, running the index finger of my right hand gently back and forth on his erect member.

"Now that...that's nice."

"Thank you," he breathed, "I'm glad you're pleased."

A droplet of pre-cum leaked from the tip.

"Oh, and look how excited you are. Is that for me?"

"Yes ma'am."

"How lovely." I caught the droplet with my index finger and brought it to my mouth, looking at him.

"Mmm, and sweet too."

He shuddered.

I lazily caressed his cock from tip to base. "What to do, what to do," I thought out loud.

"Whatever you wish to, ma'am," he whispered.

I maintained eye contact as I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of him. I could feel my panties were soaked.

One lick, and his hands curled into fists on the wall.

I couldn't help but chuckle. I encircled the tip with my tongue, grabbing the shaft with my left hand and stroking. He moaned, and I stopped to look up at him.

"I want you to know I'm doing this for my pleasure," I stated, "I want to taste you. Remember, don't touch me."

"Yes, yes ma'am," he replied eagerly.

I took all of him in my mouth in one swoop, his cock making me choke a little. He groaned. I pulled back and smiled at him.

"You'd better keep it down, they might hear you downstairs," I warned.

"Yes ma'am, you're right, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

I pressed his cock up and licked from the base to the tip, then angled it so I could come at it head-on again. I took only a bit of his hot flesh in my mouth and bobbed my head back and forth.

I thought about stopping. I thought about grabbing the book, standing up, and going back downstairs without a word. Would he try to grab me to keep me there? Would he beg? How cruel did I feel like being?

"Please," he gasped.

"Hmm?" I stopped, acting befuddled, "'Please' what? Are you not enjoying yourself?"

He seemed to squirm as if he were glued to the wall. "No. I mean, yes, yes, I'm enjoying myself very much, I just—I want to touch you so bad."

I lightly slapped his cock. He winced and grunted behind closed lips.

"First of all, it's badly. You want to touch me so badly—"

"Badly, you're right, badly, I'm sorry."

I smacked his cock again. "Ah fuck!" he gritted his teeth.

"Don't interrupt me. Second of all, I don't recall a point in which I expressed any interest in what you want, so how about you just shut your fucking mouth and let me enjoy myself?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am," he said, swallowing.

I took the tip into my mouth and bobbed my head on only the tip three times, then allowed a bit more into my mouth and bobbed my head again three times, then took a bit more, inching my way down until I began to gag. I worked the rest of the shaft to the base with my left hand in tandem with my head movements.

"Oh wow," he hissed.

I dug my nails into his calf, dragged them up his thigh, and grabbed a handful of his left butt cheek. I enjoyed the feeling of grabbing him, thinking about the satisfying slapping sounds my hand would create if I spanked him until that ass was pink.

I couldn't help but moan. I raked my nails around his left hip and carefully brought my right hand to cradle and slightly tug on his balls.

"Holy fuck, oh wow, oh my god, oh shit oh. Oh. Oh. Oh fuuuuuuuck!" he grunted, exploding in my mouth.

I let my mouth fill and swallowed the salty sweetness. I looked up at him. His head was against the wall, chin up, eyes closed as he was trying to catch his breath.

I felt myself smile. I stood up, stepped back, and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. I was shaking with unfulfilled desire. I thought about making him pleasure me somehow—I could tell him to take me into his room and sit on his face... but we had been gone from the party long enough. I told myself I would get my vibrator out as soon as I got home.

"Fuuuuuck" he whispered.

"Check out Mr. Potty Mouth," I jokingly chastised him, picking up the book I'd left on the floor.

He opened his eyes. He seemed bewildered.

"You can take your hands off the wall and get dressed," I said, trying to sound casual, "We really should get back downstairs. Are you okay?"

He was pulling up his boxers. "Yeah, I uh—yeah, just, thank you. That was...different."

"Mmm. For me too, for me too," I chuckled, looking away from him to the light at the top of the staircase. Someone was making their way through the song New York, New York. What the fuck did that have to do with Chicago?

"Sooo... what happens now?" he asked, his belt buckle making a slight clinking sound.

"Well, I need a drink," I said as I started to walk.

"I'm sure you do," he replied, following.

I stopped at the top of the staircase, taking a deep breath, trying to brace myself to go back down into the light.

"And after that...well, I had fun, I think you had fun, maybe you can quote unquote lend me another book sometime?"

"Please, I would love to!" he exclaimed. "Oh, I mean: Whatever pleases you, ma'am," he changed his tone.

"Hmmm..." I narrowed my eyes, surveying his eager face.

"Mistress," I corrected.

His mouth opened slightly as he nodded.

"Yes. Mistress."