The success of BitGuardian soared to new heights in the months following Chris's pivotal deal with Larken Industries. A steady influx of major clients had the company expanding rapidly, igniting rumors among everyone at the company.
For Chris and Ashley, this meant significant changes. Gone were the struggles of deciding which bills to pay, and which to delay. Instead, they purchased new kitchen appliances and furniture. Chris even indulged himself by buying a new BMW, a stark contrast from the ten-year-old Honda he had driven previously.
They sat together on the plush patio sofa, sipping coffee and basking in the gentle warmth of the sun. Ashley's feet rested comfortably in Chris's lap as he idly traced patterns along her calves, taking in the view of their meticulously landscaped backyard. A sense of peaceful contentment settled over Chris as he surveyed their personal oasis. This was the life he had dreamed of providing for Ashley after all their hardships. No more scrambling just to get by. They could finally pause and enjoy the fruits of their labor. He felt Ashley's foot playfully press against his chest, breaking his daydream. Glancing over, he met her dazzling smile and sparkling eyes. Even in this state of comfort, that spark of adventure and desire they had fanned still burned brightly between them.
"You know," Ashley said, her voice soft but tinged with excitement, "I was thinking we should host a dinner party. It's been a while since we've had everyone over."
Chris nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "That sounds great. We could show off the new kitchen. Maybe next month? Remember, we have my company party this week. Clayton has been raving about getting everyone together to celebrate the company's success over the last few months. All because of yours truly, of course." Chris gave a playful wink and flexed. He was proud to have proven himself capable of heading an entire sales division.
Ashley laughed and rolled her eyes at his mock bravado. However, the mention of Clayton and a company party made her pulse race. Her mind drifted back to the last time she saw him, trapped in the closet while bringing herself to an unbelievable orgasm as she watched him pleasuring a female coworker. She could still vividly remember every detail of that night. The way Clayton taunted her with his looks, proving how easily he could bring a woman to euphoria, mocking her for daring to challenge him. "Do you always cum that hard?" Those parting words pounded in her head every night since.
"Earth to Ashley, you alright over there?" Chris's voice brought Ashley back to the present as she realized she'd been biting her lip, the faint taste of blood coating her tongue.
Ashley managed a grin, looking over Chris with a smirk, "Just wondering what I should wear to this party. Something tells me a certain someone may want me to be the center of attention." As she spoke, she saw the swell in Chris's pants begin to tent. She loved teasing him, and despite her initial reservations about this newfound fantasy, she couldn't deny she was starting to love it, perhaps even as much as he did. Despite her growing affinity for these fantasies, Ashley still felt a pang of guilt knowing she never told Chris what truly happened the night she dropped off documents for Clayton. As far as Chris knew, Clayton had simply flirted with her, but she shut it down before leaving. She wasn't entirely sure why she had lied initially, but once she did, she felt she couldn't go back on it now.
"It's like you could read my mind," Chris said with a mischievous tone. "I bet you'll have all of those guys tripping over themselves just to be at the same table as you."
"In that case, I guess you should give me your card so I can find something fitting for such an occasion." Ashley eyed Chris's midsection again. "So tell me, Mr. Sales Manager, should I be going for stylish and sexy, or slutty and needy?" The added strain in Chris's pants gave her the answer he was unable to verbalize as he struggled to breathe.
After several minutes of controlled breathing, Chris regained his composure. His fingers softly sliding back and forth on Ashley's skin. "It's nice to be in a place where we can enjoy these things. Where we can breathe a little, and not have to think about bills."
Ashley leaned back, closing her eyes, placing her head on his shoulder. "It's moments like these that make it all worth it, you know? All the hard work, the late nights, the stress. It all led to this."
Chris nodded, his expression serious for a moment. "I'm glad we went through it together. It made us stronger. And now, we get to enjoy the rewards."
Ashley opened her eyes and looked at him, her expression softening. "I love you, Chris."
He smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently. "I love you too, Ash."
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over their backyard, they continued to talk, dream, and plan. The sense of accomplishment and security they felt was palpable, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that had plagued them for so long.
That same evening, after dinner, Chris came up behind Ashley as she cleaned in the kitchen. He nuzzled against her neck, breathing in her familiar scent as his arms encircled her waist. "Mmm, you smell incredible," he murmured appreciatively. "Is this what it felt like when the janitor pressed against you?"
Ashley tensed slightly at the reference, but a secret thrill ran through her. She vividly remembered that day when the janitor's solid frame pressed against her from behind, with his unmistakable arousal shamelessly pressed into her backside. She had been unable to resist sharing every lurid detail with Chris.
A mischievous smile played across her lips. "You mean when he 'helped' me get something off that high shelf? And I felt his...hard cock pressed right up against me?" Her voice dropped an octave lower, dripping with seduction.
Chris's embrace tightened, his voice lowering. "That's it. Knowing you got all flustered from another man being so forward with you." His hands roamed over her body, rekindling their intimate role-playing. "You know, I still wonder what would have happened if your pager hadn't gone off."
Ashley trembled slightly in Chris's strong embrace as his wandering hands stoked her desire. Despite their newfound comforts, that frisson of taboo thrill remained electrifying. "You know I couldn't stop thinking about it," she breathed, leaning back against him. "About how easily he had me flustered. Who knows, maybe I would have let him take me right there. What would you have said then?"
In an instant, Chris's demeanor shifted. He spun Ashley around, pinning her against the wall, his body pressed domineeringly against hers. When he spoke again, his voice took on a lower, gravelly timbre - channeling the janitor from her fantasies. "That's 'cause you're just a tease, ain'tcha?" he growled, his tone dripping with insinuation. "Struttin' around in them tight little scrubs. You were beggin' for me to do something about that pretty ass of yours."
Ashley's body thrummed with excitement and trepidation as Chris fully inhabited the janitor's persona. Her mind wove the tactile present with those fevered memories - reality and fantasy blurring.
Chris's improvised dialogue transported Ashley into the janitor's crude mindset. She could practically smell the lingering notes of stale smoke and cleansers that had clung to his rough overalls that day.
"Yeah, that's it..." the gravelly voice taunted as Ashley squirmed helplessly against him. "I could see it in those pretty eyes of yours how bad you wanted it."
Her breath caught in her throat as imagined scenarios rapidly eclipsed reality. What if she hadn't fled from that charged encounter? What if basic, animalistic desire had conquered her depleting self-restraint in those heated moments?
The conjured vision of the janitor pinning her wanton form against the wall brandished itself in high definition behind Ashley's fluttering lids. His thick hands shoved impatiently beneath her rumpled uniform, groping with calloused possession while grinding shamelessly against her.
A strangled whine escaped Ashley's lips as Chris effortlessly spun the illicit fantasy even further, breathing the janitor's taunting words directly into the flushed hollow beneath her ear.
"That's right, princess... let the 'ol janitor take care of you nice and proper. I'll give you what you really need - what you've been cravin' all along."
Awash in the fantasy, Ashley was only vaguely aware of her hips canting instinctively, involuntarily seeking friction against Chris's insistent frame as it relentlessly overpowered her. The forbidden thoughts and sensations rapidly snowballing into an unstoppable crescendo of yearning she could scarcely contain.
Ashley gasped at his abrupt transformation, but her sharp intake of breath betrayed an undercurrent of excitement. Chris's arms caged her in, his solid frame rendering her powerless against the rough wall at her back.
"I saw the way you were eyeballin' me," the gravelly voice continued. It was as if the janitor himself had been summoned into their home through the sheer force of their illicit desire. "Could hardly stop myself from bendin' you over right then and there to give you what you wanted..." Unbidden, Ashley's mind conjured the erotic image - her pinned and squirming against the hospital counter as thick, calloused hands slid over her hips. The twisted fantasy caused a fresh shudder of yearning to cascade through her as Chris maintained his rough charade. "You've been a very..." he paused, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin of her neck, "...very bad girl, haven't you?"
As Chris continued to channel the janitor, his grip tightened, sending another jolt of excitement through Ashley. The line between their playful role-playing and the raw emotions it stirred was thrillingly blurred. He stepped back just enough to let her catch her breath, his eyes dark and filled with a mix of desire and mischief.
"You've been such a bad girl," Chris repeated, his voice now his own but still heavy with intent. "And bad girls need to be taught a lesson."
Ashley shivered in anticipation, her mind spinning with the possibilities of where this night might lead. "What kind of lesson?" she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.
A slow, knowing smile spread across Chris's face as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. "The kind that makes you never want to misbehave again," he murmured. "Or maybe the kind that makes you crave it even more."
His words sent a thrill through her, and she felt a deep, primal need rise within her. Chris's hands roamed over her body with a newfound urgency, each touch setting her skin alight. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom where the shadows danced with the promise of what was to come.
