EroticReverie

For work on Friday I pick a golden button, velvet fitted mini dress by Balmain.

Julien is already at work,  having left entirely too early. I don't know how he as an energy in him at all after the way he tosses me around his bedroom...no...our bedroom. He keeps insisting I call everything ours, and gets annoyed when I call things his. But it's still all too surreal, too much of like living in some weird depraved sexual fantasy where the prince charming, is indeed charming, but also probably clinically a sex addict. Which is fine by me. 

I stand in front of the mirror. The dress is long sleeved, tightly fitted with sharp, pointed shoulders. the fabric crosses over the front, almost as if the dress is wrapped around me, the neckline plunges, and I forego wearing a bra because of it. There are three large gold buttons going down the front decorating it, and smaller ones along the ends of the sleeves going up my lower arm, and a gold zipper going up the back. 

It's incredibly short, and I wonder if it's too inappropriate for work. I know Julien wouldn't care if I came to work entirely naked, but I'm wondering if I want to deal with the stares. I wonder if I want to deal with Kelsey's dirty side eyes. I decide to wear it. I smirk when I put on a pair of black high heels, which elongate my legs, and make the dress appear even shorter. 

I greet the house keepers as I leave and they smile politely nodding and make me way out of the apartment and into the elevator. 

On the way down I pull my cell phone from the little Prada clutch I chose for today and text Julien. 

"Leaving now." I text him. I feel weird about going to work for him, he's made it clear that he will favor me, and told me he really doesn't expect me to do much other than a few tasks, as well as satisfying his sexual appetite whenever he needs. I grin to myself in the reflection of the mirrors inside the elevator. I push a piece of loose hair. I've put it up into a low chignon bun, with a small portion left out at one side, that falls softly , framing my face. 

When I get downstairs, I can't help but notice the men, and women in the lobby staring as I walk to the door. I give a polite nod to the manager at the front desk talking with another employee. He smiles and nods politely back. 

The doorman holds the door, and I don't miss his quick glance at my cleavage as I walk through. 

"Thank you" I say. 

"Have a great day Miss" he says and I smile and nod. 

"You as well" I say. 

Tom, Juliens driver is standing outside, pulled right up outside the door, standing outside, waiting for me. He smiles when I walk out. 

"Boy oh boy" he says shaking his head and opening the door. 

"Will Mr. Bryant get any work done today?" he teases as he opens the door. 

I should be embarrased by the fact that Tom knows just how dirty what me and Julien have is. After all, Julien did have him watch us fuck outside of the town car in the parking garage. He also wanted me to fuck Tom. Julien missed one important detail, that Tom was gay. Over the past few days, when in the car with Tom, we've become friends. He told me he doesn't judge us at all, and what happens is far more tame than other things he's heard of. I appreciate Tom, he makes this arrangement...this...relationship seem normal. And it is, isn't it?

I get into the back seat and realize I can not sit in this dress. Well, I can but not without letting anyone near me, or with anytype of view from the front know that I'm not wearing panties, per Julien's demands. 

My phone chirps and I look down. 

"Get here quick. My cock needs your mouth before my 10 o clock" Julien types. I smirk at the phone. 

"I have work to get done Mr. Bryant, can't it wait?" I type back. 

"The only work that needs to be done involves you doing what you're told." he types.

"And I'm telling you as soon as you step foot this is building, bring your mouth to me." he types.

"Yes sir" I type back with a grin. 

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When I'm finally at work, I don't follow Julien's orders. Instead I stop at the barista stand and get myself an iced macchiato , and grab a large, plan back coffee, hot, for Julien. 

I put my phone in my purse and carry the drinks in each hand as I walk through the lobby and step into the elevator reserved for Julien only, at the same time another female is already stepping in. 

Inside the elevator is a woman, maybe Juliens age or a bit younger, and she's dressed in a white pant suit with her hair done almost the same as mine. Since her hands are free. I give a polite smile and request her to press the floor for me. 

She doesn't retrun my smile, but presses the button.

As the floors go by, she speaks but still looking forward.

"You girls sure do get younger and younger each time." she says. 

I wonder if she's speaking to me, she has to be, we're the only two here, she's not wearing and ear piece. 

"I'm sorry?" I say politely.

She turns and gives me a look up and down, she's clearly judging my dress. I fidget slightly, from foot to foot. 

Her eyes roll up my body and she sighs. 

"Dumber too" she says and looks forward.

I feel my expression go from polite happy Jenna, to shocked and offended Jenna.

"Excuse me?" I say. 

"I'm sorry sweetheart." She says and turns. "Did you need me to speak slower?" she says. 

"Who are you?" I ask, and my lips tighten, I feel my hold on the drinsk tighten, I want to dump the scalding coffee over her head. 

She gives a laugh, doesn't answer and looks forward again. I look at the floor counter, we're close to his floor. 

"I asked you a question" I say. 

She sighs as if she's bored and still doesn't answer. 

I bite my tongue, and thankfully a second later the door opens and the bitch leaves the elevator and walks out without a backward glance or another word or insult. 

I walk over to my desk, and totally miss the gawking of Kelsey at my dress, or the roll of her eyes. 

"Who is that?" I ask and don't even look at Kelsey as the woman in the pant suit heads towards Julien's office, letting herself right in. 

"Oh" Kelsey giggles. "You mean you don't know?" 

"Know what?" I turn my head to Kelsey who has a shit eating grin on her face. 

"That's Veronica." she says and leans back and crosses her arms with a satisfied grin.

"Okay...but WHO ..IS...SHE" I say already annoyed with Kelsey. 

She rolls her eyes. She's still bitter than I was chosen to go to this garden party tonight, and even more bitter, because clearly Julien has taken me up. Word is Kelsey has been waiting for "her turn" to be taken of by Julien and she's pissed I came along. 

"God damnit Kelsey...who is she?" I say. 

"Veronica Calhoun." she says pausing and giving a knowing smirk. Calhoun's I think to myself. That's the name of the people that are hosting the cocktail party I'm supposed  to be going to. 

"Her parents are close friends of the Bryants." Kelsey says as my eyes go to his office door. 

I know she knows more. So I look back to her. 

"and?" I throw my hand out palm up, gesturing her to finish.  She gives a shrug and reaches for my macchiato, and raises an eyebrow.

"Is this for me?" she bats her eyes. 

I roll my eyes and huff.

"Sure" I say. 

"Thank you" she smiles sweetly, not fooling me. 

"Their parents went to college together..they've known each other since they were kids.." Kelsey says. Going on rattling off more information. Stopping to take a sip of my macchiato. 

"They've totally done it." Kelsey says with a satisfied smirk, she knows it will make me jealous and I hate that the flush of anger in my cheeks is probably giving it away. 

"Plans are...that they'll get engaged...apparently it's been decided already...just you know...he hasn't formally asked her.." Kelsey says. "Kind of an arranged thing I guess." she says with a scrunch of her nose as if she doesn't understand it. 

"What?" I say. 

She shrugs. "I thought you knew. Everyone does" she says and sips the drink again with a smile. I'm fuming. He fucking lied to me. Her voice, her tone in the elevator, SHE was the one who called the other day. I pick up the coffee I got for Julien and think of dumping it in the trash, but instead I walk over to his door and open it letting myself in. 

Julien's eyes raise as if he's about to reprimand me for barging in. Veronica sits on his desk to the side of him, her hand on his desk leaning. She looks over her shoulder, and gives a sigh when she sees me and rolls her eyes. 

I keep my face passive, as calm as I can as I walk over to the desk. Julien smiles at me, his gaze looking me up and down. Fucking asshole. I wish I would wore something else, would have put on some fucking panties. I can't believe I'm such an idiot. 

"I got you a coffee" I say and set it down. 

"Thank you" he says and he's grinning at me and then looks to Veronica. 

"Really Julien...don't you teach them how to knock?" she gives an irritated sigh. 

Julien gives an irritated glance at her. 

"She doesn't have to knock." he tells her and she scoffs. 

"Ms. Price is allowed to enter my office at any time." he says to her and smiles to me. I bite my tongue while envisioning grabbing Veronica's hair and pulling her off his desk. 

"Well can she LEAVE at anytime too?" Veronica asks and Julien looks at her as if she's annoying him as much as she annoys me. 

"Enough" Julien says and leans back in his chair. 

"Plus I need to discuss something with Ms. Price, that I think might bore your pretty little head, so you can wait outside , or I'll talk to you later tonight." he says. 

Veronica scoffs. She pushes up off the desk and looks at me with a snarl of disgust. 

"You can dress the them in expensive clothes all you want darling.." she starts and she walks from his desk and then looks at me.  "But that doesn't give them class" she gives me a once over and continues walking. 

"You would know "I spit out. Then bite my tongue, and wince. Damnit. 

I catch a small smirk tug at Julien's but she whips around and stalks back to me and with her nose in the air glares at me. I can't take back my words now. 

"I have class darling." she says, her tone seething. I raise an eyebrow in challenge, letting her know I doubt it. 

"I don't need to pretend." she says her eyes glaring. 

She gives a little laugh when I remain silent, biting my tongue not wanting to get myself into trouble, although I shouldn't care. But mainly, I dont want to look stupid, fighting over a guy, who has lied to my face, and is making me look and feel like a fool. 

"Have fun being a corporate hooker while you can." she says.

"Veronica" Julien says, his voice a warning. 

I feel my hands ball into fists, I try to steady my breathing, my jaw clenching. 

"What?" she answers still looking at me. "We both know how you are Julien.." Veronica says. 

"You'll get bored with this one too...it's better they know their place, before they start dreaming a little too big.." she gives me a malicious smirk. 

"Veronica....get out" Julien says. 

"He's spoken for." Veronica says to me. Julien doesn't correct her, just sighs. I can see him out of the corner of my eyes rub his hands over his face and stand up. 

"Have fun on your knees sweetheart" she says with a laugh and walks out and I turn , reach out and then pull my hands back resisting the urge to grab her and drag her to the floor and throw a fist at her mouth. 

The door closes as Julien's hands grab me from behind. He laughing as he turns me, and Im shaking I'm so angry. 

"You make my dick so fucking hard" he says and I look down and he's actually unbuckling his pants. I stand there in shock. 

"You can't possibly think I'm about to get on my knees for you right now" I say. 

He gives a little laugh. 

"Why wouldn't you?" he says taking out his cock, stroking it. 

"You're fucking kidding" I say. 

He shakes his head. "I assure you ..I'm not....now get on your fucking knees Ms. Price" he growls. 

I look at him. I shake my head. 

"You lied to me." I say. 

He groans, annoyed with me. With me! HES annoyed with ME!

"On..your...knees" he says. 

"fuck you" I say. 

HE growls and he grabs me. 

"Fuck off!" I yell and he grabs me and pushes me over to the couch which he first forced himself onto me. 

"Get off! You're a fucking liar!" I yell and his hand flies across my face, with a hard smack and I feel it sting, I feel a momentary loss of my hearing as my ears ring. I lift my hand to my face. And he's pushing my dress up. 

"You lied!" I yell again and try to push him off, but he's already between my legs, and putting himself inside me. A hard thrust, he drills right into me and he groans. I yelp, my back arching as the pain hits me. My pussy is constantly sore with how much he's fucked me, right now is no different. 

"Fuck you, Get off me!" I say and reach up and scratch at him and then smack his face. 

His hand goes for my throat, he chokes me. Hard. I gasp immedaitely, choking for air, and I put both hands on his forearm as he fucks me. He grins devilishly and as my mouth is still open and gasping, he leans forward and spits in my mouth, some of spraying onto my face. I choke. He spits a second time, this time not aiming for my mouth, but letting it go on my face. 

I flinch and slap his forearm, I feel light headed and start to see my vision darkening at the corners. 

He grunts as he fucks me, he releases his hand finally and I gasp. 

I choke on the air rushing into my lungs, coughing, and he leans down , crashing his mouth to mine, he kisses my gasping mouth as his hips thrust, harder, and harder.

I cry out in pain when I catch my breath, into his mouth, and bite on his lower lip hard. He grunts loudly, and I feel the metallic tang of his blood. I let go and he lifts his head, he's grinning , a small cut on his inner lip from my teeth is dripping blood. He's thrusts faster. I look at him. I hate him, but I can't deny I don't like it. Call me fucked up, I like it that he doesnt let me tell him no. I like it that he's putting me in my place, refusing to answer to me, unless he wants to. Taking what he wants, even when I hate him. 

I grab his upper arms, holding on as he thrusts. I arch my back and let a traitorous moan escape my lips. 

"There we go" he grins looking down at me. "there's my baby" 

I refuse to look at him and turn my head as he keeps drilling into me, I feel my pussy almost numb, barely registering the way in which he's detroying me. I just feel him when he's deep, filling me, giving me every inch. I dig my fingers into his arm and throw my head back into the couch, pushing it back as my back arches. 

"I fucking hate you" I cry out. 

"Mmmm, no you dont" he says. I cry out again and yelp as his mouth sinks to my neck, his teeth biting hard. 

"You love me..." he groans "You love being mine" he licks up my neck to my ear. 

"Because I give you what you need" he groans. 

"My crazy little slut" he whispers. I push at him, but he doesnt let me, he keeps his weight on me as he keeps going, and I pant , I wrap my legs around him and vow to not let him get away with this. I tell myself after I cum, I will force him to explain himself. but for now, I hold onto him tight. I cry out and turn my face to him, and he's snarling, as he grunts, like an animal taking his kill.  I pull his face to me, and I lick his lip that's dripping his blood, I suck his lip into my mouth, cleaning him. He groans. I lick the drops that fell below his lip and onto his chin.  I suck on his lip again and taste his blood as I moan. 

"Mmmm baby" he groans pulling back, his lip coming from my mouth. I lick my lips tasting his blood still. He grins. 

"Bad girl" he whispers. "You hurt me" 

I say nothing and pull him back to me and kiss his mouth. 

"Say you're sorry" he groans into my mouth as he thrusts hard, deep and I moan into his mouth.

"I'm sorry" I whimper and he smiles and kisses me, he leans back up and grabs my face in his hand. His hand gives me a smack, before grabbing my face again and I whimper. I feel the sting. He slaps me again, and again grabs my face, making me looking at him as I whimper. 

This time he backhands me across the other side of my face, then gives a direct smack to the other side when brining his hand back. I reach out and push my palm over his face as he fucks me harder. I move my hand and smack him back. 

He groans. Then grabs my throat with both hands and looks down at me grinning. 

"you're such a good little fuck" he says and I moan but its caught in my throat, so only my jaw lowers and he spits in my mouth again. then shoves his tongue in, and he pushes his tongue all over my mouth, messy, spits in it again and I can feel his saliva in the back of my mouth, pooling.  His hands shake at my neck, I feel him tighten his grip. I can barely breathe, I feel my face going red, maybe purple or blue. I grab at suit jacket. I dont push him off, instead I buck my hips upwards, into his. He grins. 

"do you want my cum?" he asks and I nod with his hands around my throat. 

"You going to behave? And not ask stupid fucking questions?" he groans. 

I nod again and feel hips raising still, over and over into his. 

He smiles. "Good girl" 

"now cum on my fucking dick" he shakes me, with his hands at neck again and then releases and I curl my arms  under his, holding onto the back of his shoulders , my legs tight around him, as he fucks me into the couch. 

Seconds later I'm cumming, and so is he. His cum shooting deep inside of me as he thrust hard up into me, forcing himself still as his cock pulses, and pumps his load inside of me. My pussy squeezes around him as I cum and I cry out, panting as my orgasm wrecks me. 

"Mmmmm" he gives a satisfies groan when his cum has been emptied into me. 

His phone rings on his desk. He looks down at me and smiles, kisses me once and pushes himself up. I feel his cock leave me, and lay there, spent on his couch as he walks over to his desk, answering the phone with his cock hanging out. 

"Yes?" he says picking up the phone. 

"No" he responds looking over to me as I lay on his couch I just look at him. Watching him. Wondering if I actually do love him like he says. Maybe part of me is broken, to enjoy such a messed up arrangement. He get's what he wants always, and I only get what I want sometimes. I'm denied explanations that he deems unimportant. 

He smiles as I lay there with my legs still spread, not bothering to move, not sure if I can move as I lay in my post orgasm haze. 

"No, it's fine..........yes..............yes" I listen to him to talk , and he just watches me with the phone to his ear, giving me the charming smile, not the malicious one he gave me while forcing me into submission to him. 

Fuck him. I think. I may love him, maybe. But I know for sure that I hate him too.