Only a week had passed since the incident with Mr. Remy and each day had proven to be harder than the next. It pained me deeply to be so close to him and not be able to touch him and to make things worse, Mr. Remy started being extremely distant and cold towards me. I was in agony during the day but when night came, I relished in the fantasies of him in my bed, thoughts of him biting me all over, towering over me and choking me while he fucked me from behind. Every night I would think of him and finger myself until I climaxed. It made me feel good at first but then my cravings just got worse and worse. I was tired of the horrid cycle, so when the weekend rolled around I decided I would find someone to fill the void.
When Friday came I was excited, I hummed while doing my work and I had a genuine smile on my face.
"Ms. Hagan, I need you for a bit," Mr. Remy said softly, and for a moment I was transported back to a time when he was pleasant and kind.
I walked into his office and put on my fakest smile, one that had become second nature while dealing with him now, "How may I help you?"
"I need you to stay late tonight and to work for the rest of the weekend," he started, my fake smile fell, "We have a really big client coming in and I need everything to be perfect by Monday."
I gave him a nod, I was planning to get wasted and fucked but I could forget about that now. I turned to leave the office when he stopped me.
"Did you have plans?" again his voice softened and it seemed like he genuinely cared.
"Yes, I did but nothing concrete," I answered.
"Well you can have next weekend off," he said.
"Thank you Mr. Remy." I answered flashing him a genuine smile which he returned. My heart skipped a beat and I walked out of his office as quickly as I could. Was he toying with me? It didn't matter, that smile melted my insides and my panties were flooded. I popped into the nearest restroom I could find and fingered myself to completion as hard and as fast as I could to the image of him fucking me on his desk. Once I was done, I left the stall and washed my hands and let out a sigh of relief. It was only then that I noticed that I was not in the lady's restroom and I wasn't alone. Mr. Remy was just finishing up at the urinal and turned to face me.
"That was you in there?" He gave me a perplexed look and I just nodded, all the color drained instantly from my face. Did he know what I was doing?
"I really had to pee, and I didn't really look to see where I was going," I said, hoping he would believe me, I was so embarrassed.
"That's not what it sounded like from where I am standing," he said flashing me that smile again that affected me so deeply. I felt the need to clamp my legs together tightly but that wouldn't help.
He was walking towards me now and my heart was racing, he stopped at the sink next to me and washed his hands. I stood next to him frozen, I wanted to lean in and inhale his awesome scent but I refrained.
He turned and put his wet hands on my shoulders and I looked up at him.
"Have a little self-control, Ms. Hagan," he said, "Next time I find you in a position like this, there will be consequences."
Then he let me go and walked away, I had to lean on the counter to steady myself, there was no way I was lasting out the rest of the day after that. I wanted to go home so badly but I forced myself to power through it.
I stayed at my desk for the rest of the day, I ate my lunch there and only left when I had to go file something. I managed to avoid Mr. Remy also, who was in and out of meetings all day. By the time 6 0'clock came, we were the only two people left in the office and he looked as tired as I felt.
He called me into his office and I complied.
"I think its best you stay in here for the rest of the time," he said and I took my usually seat, while he got out the other laptop.
Since the incident I didn't spend much time in his office and I missed it. I honestly hated working at my desk but it was a necessity at this point. For the next two hours, I worked quietly next to him, only pausing to note any points and changes he needed.
"I think it's time we stopped for dinner," he said, "Still only eating salads?"
I chuckled lightly, "Yes."
"Ok, so the usual then?" He asked and I nodded.
The food came and I ate my salad slowly, honestly, I wasn't that hungry for food.
"Is something wrong with your salad, you're barely eating it?" He asked, I looked up at him and that was my first mistake.
"No, it's good, I guess I'm just not that hungry."
"Maybe you're just tired, you had an exciting day," he said smiling at me.
"Yea I did."
"What were you thinking about when you were masturbating?" He asked, his gaze so intense I couldn't look away.
"You fucking me on your desk," I said without thinking.
"Hmmm, how bad do you want it?"
"Come and see for yourself if you really want to know."
"Get up and come over here." He ordered.
I got up and walked over to him slowly, his smothering gazed followed my every move. I stopped in front of him and spread my legs apart as much as my black pencil shirt allowed and pulled down my panties. Mr. Remy leaned over and ran his hand up my thigh, pushing my skirt up when it hindered him. He did it slowly, sending shivers up my spine with each movement. He traced his hand up my thigh until he reached his intended target. He slowly ran his finger over my clit and a small moan escaped from my lips, then without warning he plunged his finger inside me over and over again until I was screaming, begging him to let me cum.
"No," he said as he continued his assault, adding another finger. I was leaning over him now and he used his other hand to undo the buttons on my shirt, then he took off my bra. I felt the coldness of the AC on my nipples and I loved it.
"You know what you need to say, if you want to cum," he said softly, his tone drove me wild. It wasn't harsh but it moved me.
