House of Cards Pt. 01

"I don't like it when you wear bras." He said almost conversationally as a deft twist of his fingers unfastened the top button and then he let her go.

After that she stopped wearing them at work and a day or so later when she leaned down again his hand came up and cupped one hanging orb and kneaded gently, his fingers sliding across the soft fabric of her blouse until he pinched her hard nipple between two fingers, making her gasp and smile. It felt good to be teased this way and to tease in return. She often left a button or two undone on her top when they were alone and he always commented on how she looked good enough to eat. She felt young and sexy and desired again and that made her bolder and started putting an idea in her head, one that she dwelled on whenever she had a free moment. She formulated her plan and knew just what she wanted to do when the time came around.

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When the new trial date finally arrived on the twelfth it became an open and shut case despite the new evidence the defendant brought to the trial. Kyle was more than good at his job, he was downright phenomenal and it was very clear why he was a partner so young. They got back to the office in the late afternoon and settled in to complete the paperwork and close out the case and Mary looked up from her desk as Anne, the front desk receptionist was leaving.

"Make sure to lock up on the way out." Anne said as she passed by. "The rest of the office is empty and the security company won't be by until the alarm arms at ten PM. If you two're going to be any later than that make sure to put in your code." She reminded Mary.

Mary waved her a goodbye and smiled as she watched the tall redhead close and lock the door behind her. She knew very well what to do when she was in the office late, but Anne always reminded her. Mary could understand it, having raised a daughter. But there was another reason she was smiling; she had the office to herself with just Kyle for company and they were both riding the high of having just won a case. She kicked off her shoes and reached into her purse to find her lipstick, refreshing the deep red on her lips as she and stood, clicking on her mouse to save her progress and lock her workstation before she turned to his door and began unbuttoning her shirt. She had nothing on underneath it and she felt perfectly naughty doing what she was about to do. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall then tucked it into the big handbag she carried back and forth to work with her 'in-between' shoes, which she wore when travelling around. Her hands were shaking as she slid her panties down her legs and off, but she didn't stop despite her fear and she tucked the garment into her bag with the rest of her clothing. Then she picked up the bag and carried it into his office and closed the door, leaning against it and when he looked up at her he did a double take, staring at her long legs and one artfully revealed breast as she dropped the bag and locked the door.

Kyle sat back a little at his desk as she started toward him, her hips swaying a bit more than absolutely necessary and her lips curled in a hungry smile. She shifted her shoulders and let the blouse slide down her arms and off, falling forgotten to the floor as she walked... no stalked toward him. She finally understood the attraction in being what her daughter called a 'Cougar', a term she despised, but a concept that she now understood. Garret hadn't shown an interest in so long that she had started to feel old, but Kyle made her feel like she was twenty again and that felt wonderful. She smiled as she walked right up to the front of his desk and leaned her hands on the top. He stared as she leaned forward, unashamed of her nudity with him, bold and beautiful and every inch of her screamed sex from her bare breasts down to the light mat of pubic hair that was between her legs and the hint of her pink labia that was visible to him. Her face and the way she looked at him, the curl of her painted lips and the vivid red of her lipstick, the humour and mischief in her eyes, the cocky tilt of her hips, the flat tone plane of her tummy and the smooth, strong arms all showed confidence and lust that he couldn't ignore.

"You made that trial look easy." She said in her best sexy voice and he smiled a bit. "So I thought you might like a little something to congratulate you."

He smiled a bit more and she sank slowly to her knees, which made him sit up a bit and furrow his brows, but then she sank down below the top of the desk and onto her hands and knees, out of his sight. He was about to stand up when she crawled under his desk, into the open leg well and forward, her hands coming up to his knees to hold him in place. She glanced up at him as he leaned back and her hands went to his belt and then his fly, opening his slacks and then fishing his cock out of his pants. He looked down at her and she smiled, her lips soft and red and smooth before she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock. The smell of his sweat and soap filled her nose and the pheromones in the scent shot through to her core, making her inner muscles clench and tighten in response. She drank in the scent and caressed his length with her hands as she bit her lower lip in anticipation. She hadn't done this in years and she was nervous.

But she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock past her lips and caressed him with her tongue as she suckled at him, her eyes looking up at him as she pressed hard with her lips and when she released him there was an unmistakable ring of red lipstick around his shaft. She smiled wickedly at that and licked across the bottom of his shaft as she moaned in need and want. But this was about him, not her and she rose up and suckled at the head again, using her tongue to full effect and caressing him with her hands until she drew a groan of pleasure from him that made her giggle as her toes curled. She felt like a girl again, and she loved it. She took a bit more of him into her mouth as he leaned his chair back further and her hands coaxed his sac free and his heavy balls filled her palm as she looked up across his body. He was watching her closely and breathing heavily as she sucked him. A little more disappeared into her mouth and she bobbed up and down on his length as she savoured the taste and smell of him.

There was something about that masculine smell that she couldn't resist, and coupled with the memory of how he had used this cock on her before, it drove her to nearly orgasm while she sucked him off. The feel of her breasts as they caressed the cloth of his slacks and the weight of his hand on the back of her head, not guiding or forcing, just resting possessively all combined to make her feel as aroused as she ever had in her life. Even the night of the party she hadn't been this turned on, even at home, masturbating in her tub as she thought of him she wasn't this eager to have sex. It was like something had pushed her libido into overdrive and she knew that if she didn't get a cock in her soon she would go crazy. And when she looked up at him again, his cock in her mouth and her hands cupping his sack, encircling his shaft she heard him groan. It was all the warning either of them got to how close he was and she barely had time to raise up, circle her lips around his tip and brace herself before his balls twitched in her palm and a flood of salty cum filled her mouth.

She had no idea that a man could cum this much and she moaned as she swallowed it down eagerly. The taste was unmistakable and years later she would get a hint of it in something else and be right back where she was now, on her knees under his desk, her lips on his cock and his hand in her hair with that deep ache in her core begging to be answered. It was a memory that would remain with her for the rest of her life, and it was all rooted in this moment. She swallowed every drop, not a single bit of his seed escaping her mouth and when she was done she spent a long while nuzzling and kissing and licking his cock. She sucked at his balls gently and adored him with her mouth. He said nothing the entire time, just stroked her hair like she was a friendly cat in his lap and when she finally lay still, her head resting on his thigh, he slipped his hand down to her chin and drew her up and into a kiss.

She moaned as he pulled her across his body and the moan was silenced by his mouth on hers. His hands were on her body everywhere, caressing her warm skin all over and she shivered at the touch, and with how familiar he was with her and how boldly he caressed her. There was no hesitation, no second guessing or asking her permission. He just put his hands where he wanted to and where he knew she would feel it the best and took what he wanted. She felt the caress down her back, the palm sliding across her ass and then the fingers slipping along the cleft of her backside, teasing the tight pucker of her rear and her sensitive perineum before he fond the hot, wet slit of her sex. She moaned and drew her leg up higher automatically, giving him easier access and she felt his fingers slip a little deeper into her, caressing her entrance and spreading her wetness. His other hand slipped down from her chin until he found her soft breasts and he kneaded the flesh with a firm hand. He wasn't gentle, but he wasn't cruel either, just firm to the very limit of her tolerance, nearly fisting his hand in her tender flesh and making her sob with the feeling, breaking the kiss and falling against his chest, surrendering to him completely. She was gasping and trembling and she could feel her sex clenching at his fingers, trying to draw him in deeper, trying to feel more of him than before as she gasped for breath.

His hands moved to her hips and he lifted her up to his desk and sat her on the edge again, then pushed her back until she lay there across his blotter and stared at the ceiling, her legs spread and knowing what was coming. She felt the caress of his breath on her thighs and on her swollen labia and she moaned at the caress of his tongue. He licked her again, just across the surface of her pussy, before a third lick parted her labia and he lapped at her nectar as his tongue delved across her entrance, up her vestibule and to where her clit was swelling out of its hood. She felt another lick and then a tug at her pubic hair.

"I think it's time to do something about this." He said in a firm voice. "I don't like hair when I eat." He stood up and a glance told her to stay right where she was and she felt like she was riveted to the spot, she couldn't have moved right then if the room was on fire.

He walked toward his little washroom and shed his jacket as he went, then unbuttoned his shirtsleeves and rolled them up as he stopped at the sideboard and poured himself a scotch rocks and left it to chill as he went into the bathroom. She heard water running and when he returned he had a towel tossed over one shoulder, another in his hand and a tumbler of water and the razor he kept for when he worked overnight or came in early and had to shave here. He picked up his drink and set it on the desk beside her before he had her raise her bottom up and slid the larger of the two towels under her and had her settle back down. She felt him caress her with a wet hand, making the curls between her legs damp and matted, the water warm on her tender flesh as he sat down again. He didn't use any shave cream, just water and the razor as he started carefully denuding her of her pubic hair. She had never done this before and she was trembling as the sharp razor took the hair away a little at a time, stripping her mons until it was smooth and clean then he worked lower, across her vulva and labia, using his hands to keep her dampened with water and moving the flesh around to get every last hair. He took his time, didn't rush what he was doing even a little and she was squirming and trying very hard to keep still as he caressed her bare skin with his fingers to check for even a single stray hair or a little stubble.

But finally he was satisfied that she was sufficiently shaved and he set the razor aside and gently wiped her with the smaller clean towel. He took the towels away and sat back in his chair to observe what he had done. She heard the ice in his glass clink as he drank and she didn't even try to close her legs. She felt naked and exposed and aroused and when she felt his mouth cover her pussy she moaned and her back arched a little. He kissed her pussy like he did her mouth, working his lips and using his tongue to delve into her and taste her body. He sucked at her labia and caressed her entrance with the tip of his tongue and he drew a moaning sob from her throat. It was so casually easy that she was helpless before him, her eyes looking around aimlessly as her hands moved idly and restlessly on the surface of the desk. She wasn't paying attention to him, didn't see him fish a cube of ice out of the glass. But when it touched her skin the shock that went through her was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was such a sharp contrast to everything else that she was feeling that her heart hammered in her chest suddenly and her hands fisted as he caressed her skin with it, all around her labia and her mons, then followed it with his tongue.

The contrast of cold and hot nearly drove her out of her mind with the sensations and when he set the ice aside and his thumbs parted her labia again a thick drop of her wetness rolled out of her pussy and across her perineum. He quickly caught it with his tongue and licked up across her entrance, across her vestibule and found her clit unerringly. He suckled it as she had sucked his cock, teasing the sensitive little pearl with the rough tip of his tongue and drawing a long, low moan from her throat. She was sobbing regularly, tears rolling down her face and her eyes squeezed tightly closed as she felt the pleasure in her rise again very quickly. When he shifted his hand and slipped two fingers into her canal, she gasped, and when he curled them and caressed the top of her pussy from the inside she lost all control and her orgasm hit her hard. She writhed on the desk and her legs bent, her back arched and she cried out, covering her own mouth with a hand to stifle the sound against anyone hearing. It went on for a long time, as he didn't relent immediately but kept at her pussy with his mouth and his fingers until she started to come down on her own.

Then he slid a third finger into her, stretching her more and curling them to send her right back over the edge again. She could barely hold the sound in with both hands over her mouth as her back arched almost violently and if his shoulders hadn't been between her legs she would have suffocated him as her thighs clenched and came together. The orgasm was like a lightning bolt up her spine from her pussy to her brain and she nearly choked on her own breath with the force of it. She lost all sense of time and space and just floated in the ocean of her pleasure for a long time.

When she came back to herself he was standing over her and stroking her hair. She focused on his slowly and he smiled at her. She felt sore all over and so tired that she was ready to fall right to sleep.

"You scared me for a bit there, Mary." He said and she looked at him with puzzlement on her face.

"What? How did I..." She began, but he smiled and interrupted her.

"You came so hard you passed out. You've been out for about an hour now." He explained.

That was when she realized that she was on the sofa covered with a blanket he kept mostly for decoration but also for late nights that turned into early mornings. Her head was in his lap and she felt warm and safe and comfortable. She smiled a bit and took a deep breath of pleasure. He let her just lay like that for a while before they had to get up. As Mary got dressed she let her hands linger on the soft, smooth skin of her freshly shaved pussy and he glanced over and saw her.

"I expect it to stay that way." He said and she knew that she would obey, just as she had when he told her no more bras.

They both got dressed and he drove her home, as she was too tired and unsteady to drive. He promised to pick her up in the morning and they shared a private kiss in her driveway, in front of the darkened house where Garret was most likely asleep. She felt good as she walked up the front steps and into her house. She felt like nothing could ever go wrong.

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It became a ritual for the two of them, she would help him with each case and they would flirt and tease, touch and kiss. And after the case was done she would get on her knees and suck him off. She had even sucked him while he talked on the phone with a client, trying to make him moan as she smiled and teased him. She would swallow his load and often he would put her up on the desk and eat her out. It wasn't the only time they had sex, but when they started in on the final stretch of a case they limited themselves and he commented to her that the anticipation and promise of it made him sharper and more aggressive when it came time to go into court. Every once in a while she would be working with him and they would be teasing back and forth. He would come up behind her at his desk, lift up her skirt or push down her slacks and she would brace herself as he slid into her effortlessly, their teasing making her wet and ready. When he was done he would pull her panties up and adjust her clothes and they would go on as if nothing had happened.

He never once asked permission, and she never told him no or even acted to discourage him. It was a fun game and many of their work sessions were interrupted for a quick fuck and then continued as if nothing had happened. She enjoyed every minute of their fun, but they were careful not to get caught. It was almost always after-hours and when it wasn't they were safely isolated in an unused room or a locked office. Several weeks passed that way and both of them were comfortable with their relationship. Nothing was said about sex outside of their liaisons, no mention was made of any relationship other than their working one but rarely did a night pass that Mary went home without his seed somewhere in her body. She was happier than she had been in years.

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The Friday came around and Mary was humming to herself as she tidied up her desk. She was about to head home for the night, and she was in a good mood. She had just finished when the intercom buzzed.

"Mary are you still out there?" Kyle asked and she affirmed that she was. "Come in here please, I need to discuss something with you." He said firmly and she felt the familiar tingle in her core that presaged her arousal.

It was rare that late day meetings like this passed without the feel of his cock filling her. She smiled and walked to his door, still wearing her work heels and a loose skirt, her blouse and some casual jewellery. She locked the door automatically, it had become a habit over the last weeks, and she smiled as she walked to his desk, seeing him poring over the papers she had brought in an hour before. She came around to the side of his desk when he gestured and he rolled back a bit to show her the paper in his hands. It was a simple inter-office document, nothing that would ever be seen outside of the firm, but it was for a different case. She had been looking for it for a while now and she felt a bit relieved. It was nothing important and she remembered now setting the files down on top of it to answer the phone. She must have picked it up when she brought the files in.

"Oh, thank you, I was looking for that." She said, but he moved it out of her reach.

"So it isn't part of this file then?" He asked, his voice firm and she shook her head, puzzled and her hand still out as she tried to figure out what he was up to. "I see. Then you made a mistake, and mistakes should be punished." He said as he grabbed her wrist and without warning he dragged her across his lap.