EroticReverie

Jill was already there, pouring what looked like a dozen coffee’s. 

“Hey” I said grabbing a k cup and throwing it in, pressing on, and waiting for it to brew. 

Jill looked up and smiled. “Hey…so….do you want to murder him yet?” she teased. 

I laughed, and leaned against the counter, wishing I was closer to Jill, knowing whether or not I could trust her with my filthy secret of fucking my boss the first day I met him. Well, letting him force me to fuck him. God, it was so wrong, but I was the type that didn’t care. I like being manhandled, especially by men that looked like that. 

“Just a little” I answered her with a giggle. She giggled too as she put the coffees on a tray. 

“I swear to god, I shouldve done waitress training before coming here” she rolls her eyes and carefully balances the tray with the coffees and gives me a “See ya!” before leaving with the coffees. 

When mine is done I pull out the k cup and throw it away and take my coffee back to my desk. 

Kelsey, Mr. Bryant’s secretary watches me as I sit down. we’re the only two in the room, it’s only our desks in the enclosed glass area, before Mr. Bryant’s office. 

I give a friendly smile when I notice her watching me. 

She rolls her eyes, and sets down her pen. 

“You’re not special you know” she scowls. My brows furrow and I set down my mug.

“I’m sorry?” I keep my voice non combative. 

“He fucks all his PA’s….AND his secretaries” she raises a brow, apparently trying to let me know I just had her and a bunch of others womens sloppy seconds. 

I shrug. “Okay” and pick up my mug again and sip the hot coffee, burning my tongue, but letting it burn again as I take another sip to keep me from spitting venom back Kelsey. 

“Kinsley!” Kelsey squeals. I look up and see a gorgeous, older woman, who must be in her later 40′s but she’s the most well dressed stunning older woman I’ve ever seen. 

She turns her nose up to Kelsey and looks over to me. “Please tell me that YOU are Jenna Price?” I nod and stand and walk over and hold out my hand and she grabs it delicately and gives it a weak shake. 

“Thank goodness.” she said. “Where should we measure you?”

“Measure you?” Kelsey asked and I looked over to her as did Kinsley. “For what?” she was holding her hands flat on her desk, seeming to scrunch the papers beneath them as her furious fingers clenched into a fist. 

I shrugged. “Some cocktail party I guess.” I said with a flat, careless face. 

Kelsey’s jaw dropped. “He’s taking YOU?” she said as if I was a human sized subway rat.

“He insisted I accompany him, yes.” I said. “why?”

Kelsey seemed to be fuming. 

Kinsley waved her hand in the air and took it upon herself to take me into Mr. Bryant’s office.

Kelsey never answered and Kinsley shut the door behind us. 

“You’re a lot curvier than the other girls of his I’ve met” she said eyeing me up and down. 

“Oh, I’m not HIS…I’m just his employee” I said. 

Kinsley gave a half laugh. “Yes…yes dear..of course”

I knew by her laugh she didn’t believe that. But she grabbed her measuring tape and started to get to work. 

“How many girls have you….umm done this for, for him” I said, being way to obvious. 

“Quite a few dear, I don’t keep track. “ she said making notes in between measurements. 

“Oh.” I said and held out my arms as she lifted them, measuring both, and across my back. 

“However, I must say….you give off a different aura than the rest” she said marking down another note and then dragging the measuring tape to another spot. 

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked. 

“Eh.” she gave a shrug. “Good for you….bad for him” she gives a tiny smirk. 

I smile back, assuming she’s giving me a compliment. 

“Bad for him?” I ask. 

She nods. “Your eyes are strong. Other girls…like Kelseys…are weak….” she scrunches her nose. “And stupid…..they have bad auras….but girls like them are most convenient for Mr. Bryant….weak women…give in easily…they give him exactly what he wants…” she says and I swallow a lump in my throat, because I had given him what he wanted too. Sort of. I had been defiant…at first…until he was inside me. I let him force himself on me. I bite my lip. 

“So why is she mad, if I’m the one going to this cocktail party…” I say about Kelsey.

She makes another note with a shrug. “Possibly for many reasons…one that…you’re fairly new…second….you demolish her in the figure department, and the beauty…..and she’s probably 100% sure you have more than half the brain she does…and….I’ve never measured her for a dress.” she smiles and measures my legs next. 

“No offense, because I don’t know who you are, other than a tailor, or dress maker, or stylist that caters to Mr. Bryant….but I assume you’re a big deal, yea?” I ask. 

She lets out another laugh and then stands and puts another note on her sheet. 

“Yes dear..and the fact you don’t know who I am….is just another reason…Mr. Bryant is playing with fire with you.” she tsked and rolled up her measuring tape and tucked it into her bag. 

“How so?” I ask.

“A girl with half a brain, would be more than he can handle…not that those interested in the world of fashion are not smart…Im VERY intelligent…however girls like the ones that sit outside of this office jealous of you…those girls arent interested in fashion REALLY, they’re interested in the price tag…not the art of the clothes…..they have no goals other than to let a man take care of them. “she shrugs. “Which is fine..until they expire…as all arm candy does.” I listened to her speak. 

“You…will push him….and at times pull him…you will give him something he needs, unbeknownst to him. “ she shrugs. 

“Are you like a stylist slash fortune teller?” I ask. She smiles and laughs and shakes her head. 

“Just observant…I’ve known the Bryant family for quite awhile. Julien is exactly what everyone says he is, a prick” she cackles. “but the right woman can change that” she smiles at me. 

I shake my head. this lady does not know him at all…nobody is changing a man who forced himself on his PA the first day he met her. He’s a gorgeous, cocky, son of a bitch, who should PROBABLY be in jail for the way he acted earlier. 

In walks the devil.

“Ahhh, there he is” Linsley lifts her arms as Mr. Bryant….Julien.. I roll the name off my tongue under my breath, walks over to her and leans down and kisses her cheek and hugs her.

“As stunning as ever Madame” he says and kisses the other cheek and she swats at him playfully. I can’t help but smile, it’s kinda cute to watch him make her blush. 

“Give me an hour, I’ll send the measurements to my staff on my way back, have them pick out an array of things, and bring you back only the best” she says to him and he nods and then looks to me. 

“Did you have a specific color in mind?” She asks him, he shakes his head looking at me.

“This one, I have a feeling could wear anything” he says. I feel my cheeks flush, what the fuck, why was he complimenting me like that?

Kinsley pats his cheek. “I agree with you Julien, very much so” she grabbed her bag and gave me a smile and nod and left his office. 

He turned and walked to me. 

“She’s very nice” I said. 

He didn’t respond, but just walked up lifted the back of a finger to my breast and glided it over my breast. 

“You’re wearing your bra” he groaned, but not in pleasure, in dissatisfaction. 

“I didn’t have time to remove it.” I say and turn my shoulder as he goes to reach up to my breasts again. 

“She had quite a lot to say about you” I strolled over to his desk.

“Did she now?” he asked, stalking me around his desk. 

“Mmmhmm” I say and when I turn the side of his desk back around to the front. I see he’s stopped and has his fingers tented on the piece of paper I left on his note. He biting back a smile. Then he clears his thoat without looking up and reads it out loud.

“You’re MY fuck toy. And you’ll see me, and my cunt again after you’ve taken me to lunch, AND dinner….don’t think that you’re the only one who can turn a girl into a waterfall…I’ve had better…-Jenna” 

I bite the inside of my cheek nervously, wondering if I had been too brave and gone too far with the I’ve had better line. 

“We’ll go to a late lunch after Kinsley brings back the dresses for you to try.” he says.

I nod. 

He smirks and sits in his chair and looks at me from behind his desk.

“Dinner…I can manage…but you’ll need another dress…” he says. “Make sure you call Linsley and let her know to bring something for a formal dinner.”

“It doesnt have to be formal…I just want you to take me to dinner” I say. 

He smirks. “Where would you like to go then?” he asks leaning forwards, clasping his hands together, and tilts his head to the side. 

I shrug and he chuckles. 

“Well if you’re going to reject my dinner in the future, make sure you have another suggestion of your own first. Call Lindsley, let her know about the second dress” he said.

I shook my head. “I dont want a second dress, or a fancy dinner…just take me to fucking Applebees” I blurt out and he laughs.

He shrugs. “Fine, I’ll take you to Applebees” 

“I didnt actually mean Applebees I just meant someplace not fancy” I say.

“Christ woman..just tell Linsley about the second dress for dinner…were going to where I choose, it’s settled.” he said and I nodded. To which he smiled. 

“Now..for the rest of your little note…” he flicks the note across his desk and stares at me. 

“You’ve had better huh?” he asks. I nod.

“Really?” he asks drawing out the word as if he doesnt believe me. 

I nod. 

“Tell me about the best fuck you’ve ever had then” he says and leans back in his chair and gestures towards the leather chairs in front of him. I sit in one and cross my legs at the ankle sitting up right.

“Go on…I’m waiting” he says.

“Well….the guy didnt FORCE himself on me for starters” I said giving him a narrow stare. 

He lowered his chin. 

“I was under the impression…that you enjoyed it…” he said.

“I told you to stop…” I said. 

He leans forward over the desk. 

“I know what you like.” he says. 

“You know nothing about me.” I say. 

“I can tell you how every woman in the building wants to be fucked just be giving them a simple glance” he says.

“You’re fucking cocky…..and even if that were true…there should have been some kind of consent given..” I argue. 

“You didnt want me to ask for it….” he says and I swallow.

“Yes I did.” I say, but knowing that he’s right. It wasn’t the first time I’d enjoyed a man not taking no for an answer. 

“Jenna…” he says with a sigh. “I’m going to need you to stop lying, because if you truly did not want ..what happened in my office earlier…I have a big fucking problem on my hands.” he said in all seriousness. 

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Fine.” 

He looked at me waiting. 

“I wanted it. I wanted you to fuck me. And I wanted you to take it…exactly the way you did.” I crossed my arms. 

He let out a sigh of relief. 

“but you can be betting on that!” I yell. “What if I hadnt been into that?! That’s fucked up!” I yell. 

“I’ve never been wrong before” he says. “not when it comes to women”

I roll my eyes. “One day you WILL be…and then what?”

“Then i’d feel like a REAL prick” he says.

“You ARE one, either way” I say. 

“You know…you’re pretty fucking mouthy” he says. 

I glare. “So sorry, that I have half a brain unlike Kelsey…who by the way might cry into her lunch of celery sticks for the mere fact that you decided to take me instead of her to this stupid cocktail party” I said. 

He let out a real laugh and looked at me. 

“Already getting in cat fights over me?” he asked amused, and overly pleased. 

I rolled my eyes. “She may be…but I’m not. I don’t fight over something I know plenty of women have had….I don’t need you….nor do I really even want you…like the note says,” I kick the toe of my shoe out as if using it to point to the note on his desk. “YOU are the fuck toy…” I shrug. “And if it ends…” I shrug again. “I’ll find another….dick isn’t hard to come by for a woman” I tell him. 

He raises his eye brow and stands up and walks over to me. 

I keep my eyes on his until he’s standing in front of me. 

“Take off your goddamn blouse” he growls. 

“No. And I mean it this time. So if you lay a fucking hand on me, I’ll kick you in the dick and bite your fingers off.” I glare at him. 

“Take it off” he growls. 

“No!” I say firmly and lean back in my chair, arms resting on the sides, I make sure I sit like a Queen, even while looking up at him. 

“Please” he growls again.

“No.” I say pointedly and he leans down and I lift my knee against his groin carefully. 

“Watch yourself Mr. Bryant…or I’ll break your fucking dick” I whisper as he leans in. 

“What do you want?” he groans as I rub my knee against him.

“A safe word” I say. 

He nods. “Pick one” he leans in and kisses me, his mouth crashing to mine. I lose myself for a moment, kissing him back , our mouths going back and forth and then I push him and am pleased with the look in his eyes. The want, the hunger, the need for something I have. The power exchange. 

“First..” I say pushing him back and onto the floor. I stand up and unzip my skirt and slide it down, along with my panties. He groans and starts to undo his belt. 

“”keep your fucking pants on…” I say. He looks up and his hands freeze at his belt. 

“You need to apologize for what you did…” I say. sitting back in my chair and spreading my legs slowly, I watch his gaze and his eyes flash when he lays them on my cunt. 

“I’m sorry” he says looking up at me and I shake my head. 

“Don’t tell me….tell her…” I point to my pussy as I lift my legs up and over the leather arms of the chair. 

“God, you’re fucking hot” he groans and leans in and immediately drags his tongue up my slit and I moan slightly at the feeling of his warm mouth on me, and he stops at my clit and sucks it. His tongue pushing over it, then sucking again and I moan more and more as he continues and I feel my pussy soaking itself again. I gasp and reach down and grab a handfull of his hair and pull and push my pussy into his mouth, arching my back in the chair, my ass lifting off the seat as I moan. He groans into my pussy, licking me up and down, sideways, and circles, and then sucks on my clit again. He pulls away and grins. His hand rubbing over my mound, I lick my lips looking at him. 

“Don’t stop” I beg. 

His hand lifts, and slaps down over my cunt and I jump and yelp and he dives his mouth back between my legs and sucks my clit as he drives two fingers into me.

“Julien!” I cry out, using his name and he groans, and I pull on his hair and keep humping against his mouth. 

“Yes, Like that” I grip his hair harder and hold him still and his tongue moves perfectly over my clit as his fingers coax me. 

“OH my fucking god” I cry out. 

Julien Bryant has me cumming all over his fingers, he slips them out and replaces them with his tongue and drinks me up, his thumb continuing on my clit as he sucks my cunt and tongues it, then slides his tongue back up to my clit. I buck my hips almost pushing myself back out of the chair as he pulls my orgasm out of me and I shudder and my eyes roll back hard in my head as he groans loudly into my pussy. 

As my orgasm disappears and my body still twitches slightly at his tongue lapping over me slowly as he cleans me with his tongue and mouth, I relax in the chair and hold my hands on his head gently, and push my fingers back through his hair. 

“Am I forgiven, my little waterfall?” he asks looking up at me with a grin. 

“Shut up……..and yes” I say and he grins and slides up, kissing my stomach, my legs come off the arm rests and my feet to the floor as I slide down a little, his hands lifting my blouse slowly as he nibbles, licks and sucks the flesh of my stomach and sides. 

“you cant have them until after dinner” I say. 

He grumbles. “They are MINE.” 

I shake my head.

 “Pick a fucking safe word so I can rip this blouse off you” he says gripping the hem of my shirt in his fists. 

I laugh a little, and he gives me a serious stare, which only makes me laugh harder. 

“You’ll get my safe word at dinner.” I say and he shakes his head. 

I bite my lip and reach my hands to my breasts, I grab them through my blouse and massage them. I moan slightly and he growls. His hands pushing mine away and his taking over. He licks his lips and raises his mouth and bites at one through my clothes. He groans and looks up at me. 

“Please” he says. 

I shake my head. 

He snarls and sits up on his knees and smacks my pussy again and I gasp and jump, but then laugh.

He does it again. I still giggle slightly but also let out a moan. 

“Bitch” he growls and smacks it again. I bite my lip hard watching him and I nod. 

“Fucking cunt” he growls and slaps it harder and I yelp. 

I feel myself turning into the so called waterfall. 

“More” I whimper. 

He grins. “Show me those tits first”

I shake my head. 

“Then get someone else to spank your horny little pussy” he slaps it hard and stands. I yelp and jump.

“Get back here” I say as he walks back to his desk. 

“the only way Im coming back over there, is if I can rip off your blouse and fuck your tits and cum all over them and that face” he tells me as he sits back in his desk. 

I roll my eyes. 

“After dinner….you’re fucking MINE Ms. Price”