EroticReverie

Tatum

I wake up in Kash's bed, all alone. I grumble as I lay there, stretching and yawning as I debate whether or not I even want to leave his massive bed. It felt like sleeping on a cloud. And after Kash ate me out and fingered me, making me cum several times, I'd slept like a damn baby. 

After a few minutes, deciding I shouldn't waste the day. I get up, grabbing my phone to check my messages. 

I have two from Kash, one from Daniel, and three from Jack...Kash's son...my ex. 

"Shit." I whisper to myself as I sigh and press on his name first. Always take the bad news or hardest things first, that was my motto. 

"We should talk." the first text says. 

"We both messed up Tate. We're both guilty. We should work this out. Call me when you get this."  the second says. 

"Love you baby." the third says and I my lip curls and I scoff. 

"Fuck you." I say to the screen and go to reply back but then stop. 

What do I say? Eventually, he was going to find out that I was not only living with his father, but sleeping with him. A man he wasn't fond of, at all. Even if he didnt see his father that often, he was bound to find out. And I honestly didn't know what exactly Kash and I were. We were obviously in some kind of relationship, but how serious was Kash? He didnt ever strike me as the long term type. I didn't know what to tell Jack, so I swiped back to my text inbox and read Daniel's next.

"You fall off the Earth? Can't text a guy to let him know you're alright? Text me and let me know you're alive at least. I'd like to see you soon. Let me know." it says.

I immediately start to type back. Daniel had always been my friend and I can't lie and pretend I hadn't been interested in there possibly being something between us towards the end of mine and Jack's relationship. Before Kash rolled in like a fucking hurricane and took over my life, turning everything upside down. 

"I'm very much alive. Sorry I've been m.i.a. I'm still staying at Kash's place. I'd like to see you too. I'll let you know soon. Hope your doing good big D, miss ya." I send the message and then look at Kash's message.

"Had a call come in, had to leave much earlier than anticipated. I'll be home around six." the first one says.  I roll my eyes at how to the point he was and laugh. 

"I'm pretty sure I loathe every human being on this planet, and wish you were under this desk in this board room sucking my cock while I listen to these fucking idiots."  I laugh and reply back to him. 

"Good morning to you too. You're such a ray of sunshine. I'm pretty sure every human on the planet loathes you right back, because you're a miserable ass... I know I do." I reply. 

I go to move towards to his bathroom and lift the phone as it vibrates and I smile. 

"Decided to finally wake up my little sleeping beauty stripper?" he replies and I smirk as I walk into the bathroom. 

"And you don't fucking loathe me. You WISH you did." he adds.

"I loathe that I didn't wake up with your face between my legs." I type back. 

"Then come to my office and sit on my face Tatum." he replies and I feel my pussy react immediately at the words on the screen.

"Don't tease me." I reply.

"I'm not. I'm very serious. Bring your pussy to me." he says and I smile and bite my lip. 

"Don't mess with me." I type. 

"Take a shower, and bring me your fucking cunt." he types back and I can hear each word in his deep commanding tone and my toes curl against the bathroom floor.

"Yes sir." I type. 

"I'll have a driver pick you up in an hour." he types.

"Okay." I reply. 

"Don't dress like a stripper." he types and I roll my eyes.

"Just for that, Im wearing nothing but a g string."

"You would. You slut." he types and I laugh. 

"Asshole." I reply. 

"See you soon, hooker." he replies. 

I laugh and shake my head, and then get into the shower, and get myself ready.

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I have no idea how to dress, but I definitely don't want to show up to his work and embarrass him. So I go through my clothes in my bedroom that I brought with me. I had no professional clothes. Not a single pencil skirt, or modest dress. Not a single blouse or pant suit or anything at all.  I pick up my phone. 

"I don't have anything to wear." I type back. 

"You have plenty of clothes." he types back. 

"None that are business attire." I type back.

"Tatum...you're coming to get fucked, not apply for a job." he replies and I half laugh. 

"I don't want to embarrass you." I reply back. 

He doesn't reply and I chew the inside of my lip as I look at the phone and then at all my clothes. When my phone rings, I answer it. 

"Hello?" 

"Wear whatever you want to wear Tatum." he says. 

"But I dont want to look cheap and have the people there think-"

"You've got nobody to impress....except for me. And I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks, cause I'm the one paying their fucking bills." he says. 

"But...I dont want to look like a stripper." I say quietly. 

"You always look like a stripper." he says teasing me.

"Kash! Im serious!" I whine. 

"I honestly dont give two fucks what you wear Tate. And nobody else will either. Just put a fucking dress on and get over here...you've got....twenty minutes until the car gets there. Don't make me wait for that fucking pussy." he says and I bite my lip. 

"Fine" I say and sigh.

"I'm going to fuck you so god damn hard when you get here." he says growling into the phone. 

"Fuck Tatum" he sighs. 

"You said you were gonna eat my pussy." I say.

"Get dressed. Quit making my dick hard. Good bye." he say.

I laugh slightly. "bye" 

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After being picked up and escorted from the lobby all the way to his floor by one of the security men. I texted Kash as soon as I arrived outside the building, he told me security would let me into his office, that he was currently in a meeting and would be there as soon as he could. 

As I pass by different offices, all with open glass, I side eye the offices, feeling peoples heads lift as I walk by, probably just wondering who I am or why Im being escorted, but still it makes me nervous.  The secuirty guard swiped a badge and the pad outside the office beeps and the door clicks as he opens it. 

"Thank you." I say as I step in and he nods. 

"Have a good day miss." he says.

"You too." I smile politely and then turn as he pulls the door shut. 

He has three computer screens on one side of a large desk, several papers laid out, a coffee thermos and other random things on his desk. I look around. Not a single picture. Nothing cutesy to get him through the day. I stand there in the short cap sleeved peach wrap dress I had. The length going mid thigh. It was the longest fucking dress I owned, and I was wearing a pair of  tan strapped heels.  I'd  put my hair back on side with a barrette, letting the rest fall down freely. 

I walked around his office, looking at the boring plain art work that hung on the walls, and then walk over to the window and look down. We had to be on the highest floor, and looking down over the city from this high everything seemed so small.

I turn around and pull out the chair on wheels and sit down at his desk and look around again, and look down at the papers. I don't touch anything, and when I go to read the papers and I almost yawn in boredom at how boring it sounds.

I grab a pen, and reach over his desk for the small thing of post it notes and I smile as I start to write on the post it note. 

"You have the best dick."  <3 Tate

I peel off the sticker, lifting the papers and sticking it to the bare desk, and covering it up, smiling to myself at the little game I've made for myself while I wait. 

"Have a not so shitty day." <3 Tate. 

I peel it off and then stick it under his keyboard on his desk. 

I leave about six more notes in random spots, hoping he doesnt find them all at once. And maybe I shouldnt be opening drawers and what not but whatever. I run out of hiding spots , so I just keep writing notes and then stick them to his computer monitors. The ones entirely visible are more love notes regarding his cock. 

"Your cock is better that ice cream." 

"Your cock is better than cake." 

"Your cock is better than shopping sprees with your AmEx." 

"Your cock is better than world peace." 

As I'm posting that last one to his monitor, I hear the beep outside the door and then the click of the lock and the handle turns as he opens it, finding me sitting behind his desk. 

I see a small smile at the corner of his mouth as he walks in and shuts the door. 

"hi." I say as I stand up and set down the pen as he lifts his hand to his neck, pulling at his tie. His eyes going down over my dress. 

He shrugs off his suit jacket, and folds it over the back of one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. 

"Hi." he says and I bite the inside of the corner of my lip as I watch him tug loose the knot of his tie.

I lick my lips and he grins as he walks around his desk. 

His head turns to the post notes on his monitor. He cocks his head and I watch his reaction, and I watch him smile. 

"Better than world peace huh?" he asks and looks back at me, his hand reaches to my waist, pulling at the tie of my wrap dress until it comes untied, and his hands pull my dress open and push it off my shoulder. 

My entire body shivering and so fucking ready for him. 

I nod. "Better than world peace." I say and he grins, and looks down, his nostrils flaring at my decision to wear no bra or panties and he groans, grabbing me, he spins me and then pushes me against the glass window and I gasp as the cold glass hits my skin, my tits pressed hard into it, my palms on the window. 

"I'm gonna show the whole fucking city how I fuck you."