My New Boss Ch. 04

I spent the majority of that Monday afternoon, just waiting for work to end. I'd try to distract myself with paperwork, but with little success. My mind was completely focused on Paul and fantasies of what he had in store for me once all of the other employees had left for the night.

I wondered if he'd take me on top of my desk, or maybe he'd bend me over his. I had no idea with this man. He was unpredictable and he left me in a constant state of arousal. I had never been so absent minded at work. I simply could not focus. I found myself staring at the clock on my computer, wishing away the minutes. Occasionally, we'd catch each other's eye. He'd wink or smile, some small gesture to let me know that I was still on his mind. They were very small signals compared to all of the action we'd already engaged in earlier, but they kept the flame of excitement lit within me. It let me know that our fun had truly just begun.

Finally around 4:30, people started to slowly leave for the day. No one had exactly the same schedule, but most people arrived between 8-9am and left between 4-5pm each day. As people started leaving, I tried to make myself seem very busy, as if I would be lucky to get out of there on time. Dayna tapped on my desk as she slipped her jacket on.

"Hey girl, you going to be stuck here for awhile? Or is that handsome new boss of ours going to slam you?"

I nearly choked. "S-slam me?!" I stuttered.

"Ha. Yeah....with work? What did you think I meant?" she grinned mischievously.

"Oh, nothing. Yeah, it looks like I'm going to be swamped with work for awhile, until he gets settled in and everything calms down. There are a bunch of new potential clients on the books. He has a lot on his plate." I replied, not wanting to give the office gossip anything to be suspicious of.

"Looks like more work for the rest of us, then. Oh well. What else is new? You want to meet us for a drink? A few of us are headed over to Chuckie's for Sharon's birthday."

I glanced up into Paul's office. He was chatting on his phone, looking out the floor to ceiling glass window behind his desk. It looked like storm clouds were rolling in, which was typical for Seattle, especially this time of year. I could see a quick flash of lightening several miles away. I looked back at Dayna.

"That sounds great, but I really am busy. Tell you what, if I get out of here in enough time and if the weather holds out, I'll give you a call. If I don't get ahold of you, I was probably too tired. Busy Monday, after all." I smiled at her. "Tell Sharon I said 'Happy Birthday' for me, ok?"

Dayna tapped my desk. "Sounds good. Don't work too hard, ok?" She glanced up and waved at Paul. I turned around and saw him staring. He waved politely at Dayna and continued his phone call.

"God, that man is gorgeous. What I wouldn't give...." she let her words trail off and wandered towards the elevator.

I grinned to myself. All of the women in this office were dying for the chance to get with our boss, and I was just minutes away from getting exactly what everyone else wanted. My pulse was quickening with each employee that filed out of the office. I smiled at most, said goodbye to others. One by one, they left, leading me one step closer to finally getting what I needed from Paul.

Finally around 5:20, the last two employees stepped onto the elevator. I watched as the doors pressed together and looked around. No one. An empty office. The cleaning crew wasn't set to arrive until after 9pm, and Paul's dinner was still more than an hour away. This was it. I felt my skin start to tingle. Paul was still on some kind of important call, so I excused myself to the restroom, in hopes of gathering my composure.

I stepped in and stared at myself in the mirror. Given all of my activity today, my makeup had held up pretty well and wasn't in need of any touch-ups. I smoothed out my hair and straightened my clothes. Glancing at my reflection, I decided that undoing just one more button on my blouse wasn't going to hurt anything. No one was here...just the man whose hands I was desperate to have on my body. Why not give him a little extra eye candy? That was why he made me go braless all day anyway.

I popped open another button, letting a deep 'V' form in my shirt. It was open to the base of my ribcage, held together just enough to keep my breasts from popping out. My nipples ached from being aroused all afternoon and my pussy was getting more and more damp with each passing minute. I smiled at my image in the mirror and gave a silent prayer of thanks that this man had become my boss. I knew I was in for some fun and I couldn't wait any longer.

I exited the restroom and walked straight to Paul's office. His call had ended, but he was typing on his laptop when I knocked lightly on the door. He looked up. He didn't smile. He didn't say a word. He simply closed his laptop, stood up and put his hands in his pockets. His broad shoulders pushed back, his head down...he was the picture of masculinity. I literally shuddered. His charisma was intoxicating.

I swallowed. "You wanted me to stay late, Sir?"

He blinked heavily and a slow grin spread over his face. He nodded. As if it were scripted, a flash of lightening split the sky behind him. It felt like a warning. Like I had absolutely no idea what was in store for me.

"What would yo...." I started when he interrupted me by holding up his hand.

"Don't talk, Brooke. Just come here." he said gently.

I slowly stepped into the room and walked towards his desk. Once I reached him, he held his hands out for mine and spun me around, pressing his chest against my back. Paul leaned down and swept my hair off of the left side of my neck and inhaled my scent. My eyes closed and I instinctively whimpered. He pulled my shirt out from my skirt and let his hands roam over my body. He slid his thick fingers down my hips, then across my pelvis. I started shaking from the anticipation.

"Ohhh, Mr. Taylor. I have wanted this all day," I moaned. I could feel him smile against my neck, his 5 o'clock shadow tickling my skin.

"Me too. Now hush." he commanded.

I pressed my lips together and let his hands continue their journey. I could hear a soft trickle of rain hitting the window. The only light on in his office was a soft desk lamp. The darkness outside was overpowering his office now and the shadows of the falling raindrops danced on the walls, the floor and across our bodies. He slowly dragged his hands across my stomach and up my breasts, squeezing firmly, then releasing them almost immediately. I groaned with need.

"Please, Mr. Tay.." He firmly grabbed my throat. Hard, but not too hard.

"Brooke. I said to be quiet. Now do it." he ordered. "Unless you're moaning with pleasure, I don't want to hear a sound, unless I tell you to. Understood?"

I nodded slowly.

"Good girl. Now...where was I?" he said softly.

He reached to the front of my shirt and slowly started unfastening the remaining three buttons. Soon, my shirt was being peeled off of my shoulders. I felt him throw it over the back of his chair. He bent down behind me and kissed the back of my neck, then kissed lower between my shoulder blades. I tried desperately not to make a sound, just to focus on the sensations he was stirring inside of me. The rain picked up harder and was now beating against the window. I was thankful for the additional noise because it helped to drown out my uneven, shaky breathing. I felt his fingers grasp the zipper on the back of my skirt. He lowered it slowly until I could feel it start to slide down my hips, past my knees and to the floor.

"Step out of your skirt, Brooke." he said calmly.

I did as he said. He reached down to pick up my skirt and it soon joined my shirt on his chair. He stayed on his knees behind me and kissed up my legs, from the backs of my knees, up my thighs to the tops of my lace stockings. I shuddered as I felt his tongue drag across my skin. His hands gripped my hips and he turned me around slowly.

I looked down at Paul through heavy eyelids. The silhouette of the rain was dancing across his face. His mouth was just inches from my dripping pussy. I bit my lip to keep from begging him for more. He could see my struggle.

"Ok Brooke....talk to me. What do you want, baby?" he grinned, knowing full well what I wanted.

"Oh GOD. Please Mr. Taylor. Please lick my pussy." I pleaded.

He smiled and brought his face even closer to my hot sex. I could feel his breath against my overly sensitive flesh.

"How bad do you want this?"

"I don't want this, Mr. T-T-Taylor. I neeeeeed this. Now. Please." I whined.

His tongue reached out and dragged across my outer lips. I nearly convulsed at the sensation. I moaned loudly. He flattened his tongue and rubbed it back and forth, stimulating every nerve in it's path. He stood up suddenly.

"Wait...no. Don't stop, please!" I said in a daze.

He laughed softly. "I'm not baby. I want you on my desk. Sit up there and bring your gorgeous ass to the edge."

I quickly complied and sat on the edge of his desk. I spread my knees as wide as I could get them. He dropped to his knees in front of me and put his warm hands on the insides of my thighs. I let out an unsteady breath as he trailed his tongue up and down my wet slit. He circled around my pussy with the tip of his tongue, stopping occasionally to suck on my lips. He was slowly working me into a frenzy. My hips started to rock against his face. I needed more. I put my hand in his hair and pulled slightly, dropping my head back, my long dark hair tumbling down my back. I couldn't believe what was happening. My older, impossibly sexy boss was eating me out on top of his desk. I groaned loudly. I felt him smile against my pussy. He kissed on top of my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. It was exactly what I needed.

"Oh yesss. Please Sir. Please suck my clit.' I moaned. I looked down at this man. This gorgeous man with my wetness all over his face. It made my body quake with need. I watched him pull my pussy apart, exposing my clit completely. He smiled that incredible smile, as if he couldn't wait to get my flesh into his mouth. I pleaded with him once more as he hovered above my pussy.

"I can't take this. Please. Just suck on me. I need you to. Oh, God, Paaaaul...." my hips bucked towards his face and he wasted no time. His mouth latched onto my clit. His tongue washed over me and continued to lash at my sensitive clitoris. I could feel it building quickly. My orgasm was just seconds away. My hips pushed against his face and my hands held tightly against the back of his head.

"Oh yeah, I'm almost...uuuhhh...almost there. Yesss!" I groaned as he reached up and latched his fingers onto my nipples and pulled tightly. It was the push I needed. I screamed with relief as my orgasm crashed into my body, causing me to fall back onto my elbows, my body arched up towards the ceiling. Jolts of pleasure coursed through my veins, one after another as I rode my climax to it's completion. Paul never let up. He let my wetness wash over his face and in his mouth, slowly dragging his tongue away from me. I shivered on top of his desk, papers scattered beneath me.

I tried to calm my breathing as I listened to the soft thunder outside his window. I struggled to open my heavy eyelids to look up at the beautiful man, towering above me.

"Hey beautiful." he grinned, my arousal glistening on his face.

I couldn't speak. I just shook my head and smiled.

He leaned down and kissed my lower stomach. I felt his soft, facial hair scratching against my skin. I shuddered. He kissed his way up my stomach and between my breasts. He grabbed my wrists and pushed them up above my head, stretching my body. He leaned down and whispered softly into my ear.

"Think you're ready for my cock now, baby?"