The Writers Interview

Edited April 7, 2008

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Even though she had presented an impressive writer's portfolio, Robert Boswell was not interested in its contents any more. The press releases and annual reports could have been so many shopping lists. Instead, he found himself more interested in the portfolio's owner; or to be more accurate, the portfolio's owner's legs. She wore a dark blue suit with a short pleated skirt, and she had carefully crossed her legs to show them off.

The rest of Melina Flaherty was considerably better-behaved. She sat quietly in front of the banker's desk, hands folded in her lap. Perhaps she had already guessed that his eyes were wandering. She disliked self-promotion and was too shy to haggle, so she stuck to the basics: wear a short skirt and say little. Not all men fancied pale redheads, but almost all of them fancied her legs.

But she had underestimated Mr. Boswell.

He closed her book but said nothing; instead, he stood up and walked to the front of desk. Next, he looked down at her without speaking, arms folded across his chest.

Wondering if this was a negotiating technique favored by senior investment bankers, Melina decided to brazen it out. Considering Mr. Boswell's size -- he was at least 6 feet, 5 inches tall, and no lightweight -- this was no small feat.

He finally broke the silence.

"In case you're wondering, the answer is yes. I was looking at your legs instead of your work. That's what you wanted, right?"

Not used to losing the upper hand to a man, she tried and failed to stop fidgeting. Finally she peeked up at him. Thankfully, he was smiling.

She relaxed a little as he walked to the door of his office. Her mood reversed as she realized he'd not only closed the door, he'd locked it. He returned and sat down, in control of the situation and doing nothing to hurry it along.

"Are ... are we finished here?" Suddenly her mouth was dry, and she was having trouble speaking above a whisper. "I have a dinner date."

He handed her his telephone as he slowly unwrapped a cigar.

"Cancel it."

She hesitated.

"You heard me. Cancel it."

She fumbled through a small black address book, dialed a number. It rang and went to voicemail. She spoke quickly, in a whisper.

"I'm sorry; I can't make it for dinner tonight. I'll call you tomorrow. Sorry."

She slammed the phone down.

Even though Robert was enjoying Melina's discomfiture, he was intrigued as her mood changed to confrontational. She took off her glasses and looked directly at him. He realized she had beautiful green eyes.

"I'm going now. Thank you for your time."

She took her oversized portfolio and tried to close it quickly, which was a mistake. The contents shifted and slid to the floor, and the only way to retrieve them was on her hands and knees. She heard Robert's chair creak as he stood up.

He slowly helped her to her feet and kissed her once before pulling back. She wondered how tall he really was. She also wondered where on earth he had learned to kiss like that.

"You really didn't think it was going to be that easy, did you, darling?"

A clean getaway was now out of the question. Still, she refused to budge.

"Actually, I did."

He touched her hair. He loved redheads, especially pale Irish ones who barely came up to his chin.

"Silly rabbit."

She tried to turn away, not wanting him to see that she was blushing.

He kissed her again, pulling her close so that their bodies were touching. He felt her mouth soften and respond to him as he laced his fingers through hers, pulling her arms back. He had her where he wanted her. Almost.

He took off his silk tie and turned her around. Moving fast, he tied her wrists together behind her back, leaving a gap between her wrists before turning her to face him again.

Next, he walked her backwards until she was leaning against his desk. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse until it was halfway open, then slid his hands over her shoulders before kissing the side, then the back of her neck. She reacted with an allover tremor and he realized he'd inadvertently struck gold. After several more seconds, he drew back.

"Do you want me to untie you?" he said.

She looked up at him, her eyes more black than green. She shook her head.

Robert slowly pulled her skirt up, running his hands up her outer thighs at the same time. He moved her away from the desk's edge just long enough to settle the skirt above the desk before moving her back again.

How long could he play his role, he wondered. He was already fully erect, and was tempted to take her where she stood. Instead, he moved a chair near the desk, and sat down to where he was directly in front of her. Robert slowly slid one finger up her inner thigh until he reached her silk panties. They were visibly wet. He pulled them down to the floor, but did not ask her to step out of them. Instead, he carefully inserted a single finger fully inside her, and then drew it out. It was shiny with her juices. He stood up.

"You've never tasted yourself, have you?"

Before she could answer, he took her by the hair and tilted her head back slightly. Then he slid his wet finger directly into her mouth.

She looked surprised, then curious, tasting the saltiness with her tongue as if trying a new dish. Then she began to suck his finger, gently at first, then harder.

He checked her wrists to see if they were still secured before lowering her body to the desk. He slowly moved her thighs apart as she squirmed, trying without success to keep her knees together. Her hands were now behind her lower back as she lay on the desk, forcing her hips upward as if she were waiting for his inspection. It was as perfect as if he'd planned it.

Wanting to move slowly, but wondering how slowly he could manage, Robert ran his tongue along her inner thighs. Obviously Melina had been careful to keep out of the sun; her skin was as silky-smooth as it was pale. Eventually he worked his way upwards, parting her nether lips before touching her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her sigh was barely audible.

The combined tastes and sights almost drove him to take her immediately, but Robert was a methodical man. Instead, he began to increase the pressure on her clit as it began to swell in response. The silence was broken by the occasional whimper as Melina began pushing herself towards him, wordlessly begging for more. Eventually he was forced to put her hand over her mouth. He was just in time; she came with a jolt, her cry muffled but still audible. For a long second, he wondered if the tie would hold her.

Robert stood up and looked down at her, slowly taking his hand away. Her pale skin was flushed, with a light sheen of sweat. Through the thin lace of her bra, he noticed that her nipples were erect. The lower half of her face was marked by the pressure of his hand, the upper half smudged with a mixture of makeup and tears.

"Now you're really going to taste yourself," he said.

He leaned over and kissed her deeply; she kissed him back, sharing her own wetness.

He drew back, looked down at her. It was his turn.

Robert returned to his chair and sat down. The sight of the bound, half-dressed Melina on his desk gave him a wicked thrill that he wanted to savor before he continued. Even though she'd managed to turn onto her side and shift her body diagonally across the desk top, her knees now firmly together, she hadn't been able to pull her skirt down.

He reached over and gently brushed the damp hair from her forehead. He found his office cardigan and folded it carefully into a makeshift pillow before putting it under her head. She closed her eyes like an obedient pet.

Silently, he returned to the other side of the desk and undressed from the waist down. There was no time to take off his shirt. As he pulled Melina to the desk's edge and opened her legs, her eyes widened as she tried to free her wrists without success. She gasped as he entered her without warning, forcing her thighs apart until she cried out.

He continued to penetrate her as he leaned over to kiss her. Even though she was still drenched from the recent orgasm, he could feel her tightening around his cock. He increased his rhythm, hearing and seeing nothing, only gradually noticing that she had wrapped her legs around his waist, sometimes whimpering when he was deepest inside her.

Robert realized he wanted to watch her come again. The first time had been so intensely erotic that he'd felt near-hypnotized for a few blissful seconds. He began slowly rubbing her clit, still penetrating her but so slowly as to tantalize. He heard an almost imperceptible moan as she spread her legs wider, her back arched as her body responded to him.

Suddenly Melina became perfectly still; he realized she was at the edge. He increased his pace and quickly leaned over, hand over her mouth once again. She came with a muffled shriek, her body twitching as if she were begging him to join in her orgasm. He pulled out of her just in time and, once again, slowly removed his hand.

This time, there was no time to allow her to rest. He moved to the other side of the desk, and slid her body to the edge and a little beyond before turning her on his side. Even though she was still breathing hard, Robert couldn't resist leaning over and kissing the back of her neck again, watching her react. It was a prelude to his next announcement.

"You're going to taste yourself again. Are you ready?"

Before she could answer, he slid his hand under her jaw and his cock into her mouth. Holding her by the hair with his other hand, he held still as she wriggled into position, then obediently began bathing him with her tongue. Gradually he began to move, guiding her gently but firmly as he went inside as deeply as she could manage.

Robert did not have to worry about Melina's willingness to perform. She was, in turns, delicate and insistent as his cock grew even harder; a naïve but willing student.

After several minutes, he pulled out of her mouth. He was about to come, and wanted to give her a half-minute's rest before.

"Mr. Boswell."

Her voice took him by surprise.

"Will you untie me, please?" she whispered.

As he untied her wrists, he wondered if Melina had suddenly decided she'd had enough. Was she going to make a run for it?

He needn't have wondered.

"Would you ... could you sit down, please?" she said. "I think I can do better that way."

He sat down and leaned back.

Melina sank to her knees and took him back into her mouth without hesitation, taking his wrists and positioning his hands on either side of her head. Now she could take his cock deeper into her mouth while he could guide her more easily, her breath warming him.

Stephen reached down and finally unhooked her bra by touch, touching her nipples with his fingers. She responded by taking him even deeper, tonguing the underside of his shaft. He felt his orgasm building once again, sending an electric thrill through his spine. It was time.

"Are you ready?" he whispered.

She nodded, not slowing down.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, pulling her head towards him, his cock pulsing for what seemed like forever. He realized she was drinking him in, swallowing his come.

After he was through, she sank to the floor, her forehead on his knee, breathing hard. She was a delightful mess, her hair and clothes in all the wrong places. Robert wished for a camera. A photo of a freshly-ravaged Melina would have been a unique memento that could double as an instrument of blackmail if needed.

Eventually she stood up and brought his clothes to him. He didn't want to dress, as it would mean it would be time for her to leave. But her mood had suddenly changed. It was if she'd shared a secret with him, then instantly regretting it. She quickly put on her jacket, smoothed her hair and left without a word, knowing he would be unable to stop her.

As Robert dressed, he saw her black leather portfolio on the floor, the contents scattered under the desk. It wasn't the racy photo he would have liked to possess, but it would do. She would be back.