Sapphira sat at her desk staring sightlessly at her monitor as her thoughts again returned to the time in Colorado. She couldn't seem to get past her suddenly daring nature, the amazing sex, the handsome stranger, the list went on. Sapphira had taken to masturbating regularly and had purchased a variety of sex toys, but nothing helped to ease the ever present ache.
Sapphira's fingers itched to open her bottom drawer and draw out her latest purchase -- a dual stimulating vibrator. It would only be the second time she had used it at work. Sapphira tried hard to control herself until lunch breaks or until after work, not liking the necessity of having to be quiet.
Sapphira turned her head in acknowledgement of a soft knock on the door, irritated by the interruption of her silent reverie.
Sapphira sat back in her chair and started flipping through her Financial Times in order to look busy before issuing a command to enter. Sapphira's secretary stood poised in the doorway, as though unsure of whether she wanted to come in or not. Sapphira fixed an easy smile on her face, aware that she had been behaving out of character recently, moody and restless.
Kya hovered in Sapphira's doorway before deciding to enter halfway. She stopped a few feet from Sapphira's desk with a muttered apology and some mumbled words about a visitor. Sapphira looked sharply at Kya. She had expressly said no visitors today, and if anyone called or stopped by to say that she wasn't in.
"If it is not the CEO, COO, or CPSO, then get rid of them," Sapphira instructed coldly.
Kya darted out the door as quickly as she could with another mumbled apology.
Sapphira put the newspaper she had been clutching down. She wasn't in the mood for company, and neither was she in the mood for work, she admitted reluctantly. Only one thing could help improve her disposition and it would hardly be prudent to take off in the middle of the work week without any advance notice that she needed a vacation. Besides, part of her duties as the CFO was to ensure that everything was in perfect financial order for the upcoming audit, and Sapphira never shirked her duties.
Sapphira turned determinedly back to her computer screen, and began running through files to check that all was as it should be. Another knock on the door had Sapphira sighing in pure frustration and stomping over to the door and throwing it open forcefully.
Of course Kya stood there, cowering. "I am really sorry to bother you a second time, but the young man indicated that it was impolite to ---."
Sapphira took a deep breath to curb her annoyance. Kya was too young and too shy by far, and even as she stood there mumbling only God knows what she was blushing. Sapphira cursed the day her previous secretary had gotten married and left her with only Kya for support. "I can't understand you when you mumble," Sapphira informed Kya.
"He said," Kya began again, "that it was impolite to keep one's lover waiting."
Sapphira felt her blood boil just thinking of anyone saying such a thing to her secretary. She had a reputation for being dependable, sensible, and reliable, not some modern day vamp who thought she could do it all and have it all. Now this man, whoever he was, had her secretary thinking she slept around every spare moment she had.
Sapphira could tell by the look on Kya's face that she was embarrassed, but worse than that, Kya's eyes were glittering with the knowledge that she had a juicy piece of gossip.
Sapphira could not let such a slur on her character go unpunished and quickly determined in her mind what steps to take to minimize the negative impact this could have. The silence between Kya and Sapphira held for another few moments, and finally Sapphira broke the strained silence.
"I see," Sapphira silkily replied. "My lover," she repeated, paying the last word special attention, as though she couldn't resist lingering over the syllables. "Why didn't you just say so," Sapphira smiled like a poisonous snake. "Bring him in."
Sapphira sat back at her desk, waiting to see who would dare.
Kya returned a few moments later, and was present to see the blood drain from Sapphira's face as her mystery "lover" was revealed. Kya quickly excused herself and shut the two of them in together.
"Sin," Sapphira bit out on a shocked gasp.
"None other," he agreed wryly.
Sapphira could not believe her eyes. Here she was fantasizing about him, and he just turned up in her office looking good enough to eat. And then reality returned.
Sapphira hadn't told Sin her name or anything about herself and yet here he stood. What did that say about him?
"How did you find me." Sapphira asked warily.
"The usual way," Sin answered with a grin, "I asked your parents where you lived and worked. Your mother was only too happy to tell me, as she thinks you need to settle down, and sees me as the perfect candidate."
Sapphira rolled her eyes. How like her mother to sell her out to a stranger. A stranger who had sex with anything on legs apparently.
"Did you know who I was when you had sex with me," Sapphira asked.
"No, I didn't," Sin replied, "But it really didn't matter who you were, I was going to taste that pussy before letting you leave."
Sapphira felt a fire start between her legs at his words, and tried to still her excitement. Sin had the look of a sexual predator and just one wrong move, one revealed look of excitement, and he would take advantage.
"Well it's nice to know I'm still wanted," Sapphira rejoined saucily.
Sapphira sat tensely in her chair waiting for Sin to make the next move, to say something, but she waited in vain. Sin was born of patience and stood quietly, although he was visually stripping her of her clothes, Sapphira noted. Sapphira eyed him back, noticing he looked even better in the warm light of day. His dark hair and cool gray eyes were wildly erotic, while his hard body and gold skin gave him an air of the exotic. Sapphira was hard pressed not to get up and ask to run her tongue all over his torso.
Sin watched Sapphira's eyes darken, knowing what she was thinking, what she was wanting. He preferred her naked in front of a fire, but her bronze hair and pale skin was an excellent compliment with her mauve suit. Her midnight blue eyes continued to spark with fire as her thought reached a new level. Sin knew she was as ready as he, and that he could have her at that very moment.
Sapphira broke the silence with her husky voice, "Sin, this has all been riveting, but if you came for no other reason than to let me know you had a great time and to make sure I survived the ordeal, then consider your mission complete. I'm really very busy and I must ask you to leave." Sapphira rose from her seat to walk over to the door, but Sin grabbed her arm before she could step past him.
Sapphira whirled around in panic and excitement. Panic won out as the reality of her environment sunk in, and the fact that her secretary was still outside her door, probably calling everyone she knew with this breaking news.
"Just who the hell do you think you are? Get our hands off of me," Sapphira demanded.
"I would," Sin baited, "But I know how frustrating you would find that."
Sin backed Sapphira up against her desk and tipped her over onto it, so her bottom was resting on the edge.
"Stop," Sapphira issued as she began to struggle against Sin's hold on her arm.
Sin easily subdued Sapphira's struggles through the expediency of taking hold of both her wrists and lowering them to her sides. He held them there as he pressed his body into hers, ensuring he made an impression. Sapphira immediately stilled her struggles as she realized it only served to further his purpose. The tips of her breasts were pressing against his chest every time she moved, and he had insinuated himself between her legs to the point where her skirt was riding almost to her waist.
Sin looked down at the top of Sapphira's thighs. She was wearing thigh highs, and a thin pair of wispy panties. Sin could see the light hairs between her thighs as though she were wearing nothing and he hardened at the thought of her tender flesh so near and vulnerable. Sin looked up into Sapphira's eyes and laughed.
"What is so funny," she demanded.
"You," Sin replied. "Everything about you. You are so sensible and stalwart. Even the sweet little curly hairs down here," he paused, letting his hand slide under her panties, "Are neat and in order. If I didn't know any better I would think you had these lines measured as acute angles before you allowed the waxing."
Sapphira bristled under his lightly stroking fingers, at once aroused and angry in the same breath. Sin ran his thumb along the crease closer to her entrance, smoothing her juices over her pouting lips. He used his other fingers to lightly brush against the hood of her clit to expose it for his purposes.
Sapphira's eyes drifted closed as she relaxed into his caress, and Sin took advantage of her momentary pliancy and gave a firm tug against her panties, ripping them off of her. Sapphira's eyes flew open and she immediately began to fight against him. Sin restrained her wrists again, and lay with his mouth very near hers. Sapphira moved to lift her knee in retribution, which Sin quickly sidestepped, and then moved in closer to restrain the amount of damage she could do with her legs and feet.
"Don't do this," Sapphira beseeched, trying to make Sin see reason. Sin moved his left leg back and forth, deriving great pleasure knowing that each time he moved his leg, his slacks rubbed against Sapphira's swelled pussy lips and her clit.
Sapphira lay underneath Sin struggling to control the waves of pleasure that were gently running through her each time he brushed against her. This was what she had wanted. Why was she fighting it, she questioned herself. And as quickly refuted those thoughts with more rational ones. The door was unlocked, her skirt around her waist, her panties on the floor, and a stranger between her legs. What would happen if Kya walked in?
