After the explosive orgasm in Jason's class while bound and helpless, the flirting continued for a few days. Work began to consume them, and after a week had gone by, all communications of that nature had dissipated and were replaced with blunt statements that were verging on unproductive. After waiting for something further to happen, Jessica felt herself feeling just like the receptionist had explained.
What the fuck did I expect?
The green-eyed ex-army man had gotten under her skin. After her relationship failed, she had been left feeling unattractive, undesirable and Jason running hot and cold wasn't helping the situation. After a break from the site for four weeks due to another job she had to attend to, the slight flab on her body was replaced with lean muscle. Her work involved varying amounts of physical activity; from training close combat herself, to running drills for instructors to ensure they were fit enough to provide training. Her 4-week job involved intensive physical training for new recruits; mentally and physically. Her long chestnut hair complimented her dark eyebrows and her plump lips made her mouth ever so fuckable. At 32 years old she had experienced a life that most 80-year olds wouldn't be able to comprehend. She never wore an ounce of makeup and she frowned on jewellery in the professional setting.
Upon her return, her plan was simple: smile, be polite and continue as if his lack of desire wasn't downright pissing her off. She had far too much pride to give him the satisfaction of knowing she wanted more. She stood in the cold sunshine with a cigarette in her left hand and a Starbucks in the right. Jason arrived and caught sight of her physical transformation, it rattled him to the point that he stalled the car. She smirked as they caught eyes, Jessica knew she had done it. They exchanged a wave-greeting from a distance as she continued enjoying her cigarette and he headed up the stairs.
Not long after he had set his laptop up and busied himself with his morning routine of paperwork, Jessica walked in, "Staff meeting once your paperwork is done."
Everyone looked up, nodded and continued with their morning activities. When she saw that the time was drawing close for the staff to finish, she headed outside to calm her nerves before the meeting.
Jason followed her out, "How long is it going to take for you to snap?"
Jessica hadn't expected him downstairs considering he didn't smoke, "What are you talking about?" The disgust dripped off her words.
"Why don't you just tell me you want me to fuck you again, and I will?"
"I don't beg for anything."
She stubbed the cigarette out and walked towards the door heading for the meeting. He grabbed her arm and took her cigarettes away from her, "I'm sick of you smoking, if you want one you can ask for one."
"Fuck you."
As she turned to walk away, he grabbed a fist of her free-flowing hair, "Don't speak to me like that, you'll address me as 'Sir'."
She smacked his hand off her hair knowing she could take him down in a heartbeat, "The hell I will." She turned away and continued to walk up the stairs. He followed her, watching her walk up the stairs but his visions were of her naked, bound body over his desk.
The meeting convened and she uttered the final sentence which accompanied every meeting she held, "Any questions?"
"Yes." Jason's eyes flashed with tension that only the two of them understood, "I need you to review the training plan. I've got everything in my class."
"You can bring it to my office." She looked around, "Anything else?"
He continued, "Your attitude stinks."
The room laughed awkwardly, "My attitude stinks because I've been waiting for those documents for long enough, they are 3 days late and you still haven't finished."
The meeting ended and Jason walked over to her, "My class. Now." She glared at him, "That wasn't a request." The control in his voice made her wet.
He walked off and she followed him, he held the door open and as she walked inside, he locked it. "You had your chance. Now what do you want me to review?"
"Get on your knees and suck my dick."
"I'm not going to give you an ounce of fucking pleasure, let alone the luxury of having your cock in my mouth."
"If you don't, I'm going to make this very unpleasant for you."
She was soaking fucking wet. She wanted him; she wanted her fuck. She wanted him to beg for it, not the other way around, "Not as unpleasant as I'll make it for you."
"You understand that you're not leaving this room until I get what I want?"
"Then one or both of us will die here," She looked around the room trying to get business over with, "Where's the training plan?"
He pointed to his laptop, "It's done, I don't need you to look at anything."
"This shows you've sent this off, I haven't verified it yet, you sent it from my fucking laptop?"
"Ahhh, sorry Miss."
"You understand I can have you fired for this? If there is one fucking mistake in it, I'm going to have you fired."
He smiled at her and ignored the threat, "I can fuck you now if you like, and relieve some of that tension."
She was furious, stormed towards the door, unlocked it and went to her laptop, slamming her office door behind her. After reading through the documents for the remainder of the afternoon and seeing everything was in order and that her name wasn't tarnished, she relaxed and headed to the changerooms. All trainees had left the facility as the two-week break began between sessions. She changed from her office-wear into combat gear and left everything in a pile in her locker. She jogged down the path towards the obstacle course where she met up with some of the instructors.
"I didn't expect you to be here," Jason's voice was really getting on her nerves.
She took a deep breath, turned her stopwatch on and began the course. She was hellbent on breaking the men's record. All instructors were required to complete the course in varying time sets to ensure they maintained their fitness level. Once she had completed it, she headed for the swimming pool to cool off and finish her workout for the day. She walked through the door and found Jason in the pool.
"Are you coming in?"
"Not with you in it."
She headed for the showers instead, but he climbed out and followed her, "What do I need to do to make up for my bad behaviour Miss?"
"Just leave me alone." Her words were laced with disgust, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted a good hard fuck from the man who had made her feel alive again.
"Jessica, I'm sorry. I'm done in the pool. You go." He walked away and left her alone with her thoughts to swim until she decided she was done.
Jason had remained late at work to complete paperwork, he noticed that Jessica's office hadn't been packed up and that her car was still in the parking lot. He began to head to the pool; first at a jog, and then a flat-out sprint. He felt instant relief after seeing her swimming and not dead in the water.
"I'm almost heading out," he shouted down to her, "you going to be here long?"
She stopped in the water, "No, I'll head out as well."
She swam to the steps that lead out of the pool where he met her with her towel, "You scared me," he put his hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm, "I thought you'd drowned."
She took the towel from him, "No, I'm pretty hard to kill, so no luck there."
"Let me have you in handcuffs again, please."
"Why?"
"To make it up to you and apologise for being an asshole."
"So you admit that you're an asshole?"
"I was."
"Why?"
He shook his head and looked down, "Impossible fucking relationships, that's all I'm good for." He turned and walked away, "I'll tell security you're leaving soon."
