Dark Thoughts
Her hands shook as she picked up the documents from her desk. They continued to shake as she placed the documents in a folder and filed them away. Her fingers clenched as the anxiety rose within her. She plastered a smile on her face as she entered the board room for the weekly staff meeting.
Sunny. Such an odd make for a child. And not surprisingly, the name still didn't quite fit her. With long golden hair and hazel eyes, one could say that Sunny was aptly named. She resembled the sun. Bright white teeth spread into a dazzling smile...when she was happy. Eyes twinkled with golden sparks when something amused her. Her hair shone in the light, golden tendrils down her narrow back as she peeked at you over her shoulder. Yes, Sunny was beautiful and golden. Everything the sun would be. But darkness was where Sunny's mind lived.
Sunny's mind wandered as the CEO droned on about quarterly profits. She stood with other latecomers at the back of the boardroom. Her body felt restless. Her legs shifted, a familiar butterfly fluttering in her lower belly. She twisted her fingers together, squeezing her thighs together, trying to get rid of that familiar wetness. Was it her dark thoughts? Ones that left her sweaty and panting in the night?
Was it her fingers in the folds of her her wet, swollen cunt as she pictured someone standing over her, a belt wrapped around his hand?
Sunny couldn't figure out how to be..
sunny. She had always been a solemn child. Never one to laugh easily. Her thoughts wandered and settled on things that others found odd or even disturbing.
At night she woke, her sheets wet with her own slick, lingering dreams about a man. She imagined a hand around her wrist. Her mind pictured a bright red handprint on her ass cheek. His voice in her ear, commanding her to kneel.
Sunny jumped when a warm hand rested on her lower back. A man stood behind her, his mouth close to her ear. "Excuse me, pet." He murmured softly as he brushed past her. Sunny could feel his body heat, smell his cologne. He was large, much larger than her small frame-even in heels.
At the sound of his voice, so close and reminiscent of the man in her dreams, Sunny's legs went weak. She began to slide away from the man. She feared that she would fall when two hands grasped her hips and held on firmly.
Warm fingers wrapped around her and she was pulled against a solid chest. Her head barely reached his shoulders as she was held against his strong, hard body.
She tried to twist away, her heart racing. Her hands claws at his strong fingers. Trying to be discrete in a crowded room was near impossible when all Sunny could feel, smell, sense...was him.
A voice in her ear again, "Be still."
Sunny's stomach erupted in butterflies. Those two words were like a secret password. Opening the door to her darkness, flooding it with his presence. She wasn't alone in it anymore. He was there, calming her mind, holding her body still, guiding her...directing her.
And suddenly, the chaos that had haunted her was quiet.
She leaned back, shifting her weight so she could lean ever so slightly against him. Now that she had a taste, she wanted more. She wanted to feel all of him. She longed to twist in his grasp and wrap herself around him, but he held her there, allowing her to sway against him. His firm fingers remained on her hips, pulling her against him, anchoring her. She could feel a hardening cock against her ass and she pushed against it, wanting more.
The department leads gave their updates, slide after slide, numbers passing and plans being made. Sunny heard very little as his fingers slid from her hips up her sides. They lingered at her waist but continued on slowly. Up and down, barely touching and never going where she wanted them...to her aching breasts, under her skirt to feel her wetness that was now running down her thighs, to her throat to pull her fully against his hard cock. Sunny ached to truly feel him. To allow him to touch her and use her like she'd dreamed so many times. Her hips ground against him.
"Don't be a brat, pet. You'll regret it." His words were tight, his breathing a little uneven against her ear. Sunny's mind settled again as his hands continued their exploration.
Because they were surrounded by others but toward the back of the room, Sunny knew that most people couldn't see them and the others around them were looking at the slideshow, their eyes averted from the wandering hand cupping her breast as the other hand dipped under her skirt, past her thong, sliding effortlessly into her wet cunt.
Her moan was cut off as a large hand covered her mouth.
"You must be silent. Can you do that, pet?" Sunny nodded weakly as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her. Her legs were even weaker and an arm circled her waist as she began to crumple. He held her against him as his fingers continued to fuck her. Sunny's mind was drifting as the pleasure built. She could feel her orgasm coming. It was not far off. He could feel it, too, because suddenly his fingers were gone and his hands slid her skirt down. She was pushed quickly away from his warmth as bodies moved past them with quiet "excuse me." and a murmured "pardon me." The meeting was obviously over and Sunny had almost cum during the closing remarks, not even realizing that she was being finger fucked as people began to disperse.
Sunny felt disoriented, unsteady. She swayed a little and a warm hand again pressed against her back. As he brushed past her, he leaned in and said, "we're not done. I'll be back to finish this." As he passed her to stride quickly out the door.
