EroticReverie

Ally 

The next morning. I get up early. I shower. I get dressed. And the outfit I choose has a purpose now. I pile my hair up into the big messy bun I always wear it in. 

“Give him hell today boo boo.” Gracie texted me right before I walked out the door of the guest house. 

I hold the phone taking a selfie with an angle that shows my outfit. 

“Plan on it.” I reply and send the pic as well. 

“Yep. That’ll do it. Make him regret being a damn fool.” She types back and I smile. It was a little off for her to be encouraging me to hook up with her own brother. But , unfortunately. I liked the asshole. Even after he made me cry last night and rejected me and told me he didn’t want me here. But I woke up excited to see him. That scowl. To hear that muttering grumpy tone and see his disapproving head shakes. Because just for a few moments when I woke up. I’d forgotten about last night. The only thing on my mind was seeing him. 

I let myself in. I look at the kitchen counter. There’s no money. He said he’d leave it there. To take it and leave. So this must be a good sign. Right? He didn’t put the money there. So he must’ve regretted what he said. 

“Alessandra!” His voice bellows. It startled me. Making me jump and place a hand to my heart. 

I can tell he’s in the office from the distance and direction of his voice. What the hell? Maybe he was just going to be cruel and kick me out again face to face. Make me take the money from his hand. 

I don’t answer. I just stomp my sneaker against the floor. Making sure he can hear how annoyed I am and how angry I am. By stomping like a child apparently. Oh well. 

“What?” I hiss as I turn the corner and he’s sitting behind his desk. I cross my arms. 

Victory hits me like a tidal wave when his grumpy fuckjng face lifts and he opens his mouth and then his voice stalls as he looks at me. His eyes are darting up and down like my body is a fucking race track and his gaze is doing laps. 

I used the overall kink I gave him to my fucking advantage. I normally wear my plain denim ones. They’re usually long , normal pant style ones. The other day I’d worn the shorts kind. And he told his sister how much he liked them. 

So today. I’m wearing baby pink corduroy overalls. These ones aren’t loose. And alright. They’re technically not really overalls.

The shorts are exactly what their name says they are. Short. The hem rides high on my thighs and my ass cheeks are peeking out just a little at the back from how short they are. The bib part only rises to right below my breasts and the straps run down along the sides of my breasts.  I’m wearing a tight white shirt sleeved shirt. The material already thin. But made even thinner because it’s a size too small and breasts are stretching the fabric. And I may or may not have given my nipples a good hard pinch on purpose before leaving the guest house. 

I’m wearing white sneakers and soft pink ankle socks to go with my outfit of choice. 

His jaw lifts, his mouth shuts and he blinks once and looks up at me. I cross my arms. Making my tits even more pronounced. His eyes drop to them. Good job Milo. Good job Otis. The plan was a success ladies. He’s looking my tits without even trying to pretend he’s not. Then he tears his eyes away and up to mine again. 

“Where the fuck is my money?” I ask. Because. I didn’t see it on the counter. And dont see an envelope anywhere on his desk. So. He doesn’t plan on giving it to me. Which makes my kick my attitude into full gear. He wanted me to stay. And I was going to make him work for it. The ball was in my fucking court now. 

“Why are you fucking dressed like that?” He growls. His jaw clenching. He’s angry.  Angry cause I’m teasing his cock. Good. Fucking suffer I mentally yell at him. 

“Where is my money?”  I ask again and jut out my hip to the side and tap my foot. His eyes fall down and he snarls and his eyes slowly crawl back up my body. 

“Do not tap your  foot at me little girl” he growls and I suck in a  short breath. Fuck. I was gonna drop the god damn ball real quick if I let his authoritative voice do me in like this. Nope. He can call me little girl and be condescendingly hot all he wants. I wouldn’t let him benefit from my desire to be dominated by a hot older man. 

I narrow my eyes and the slide my foot toward him a little. And give a few real good taps just to piss him off. 

“My money. Where is it?” I ask. 

He growls and clenches his jaw. I cock my head. 

“You said it would be ok the counter and it’s not there-“

“I’d like my coffee.” He says and I blink. 

“What the hell makes you think I give a shit what you want? Where’s my money?” I ask. 

I had to be careful. Even if Gracie says he would be remorseful today for the way he acted. I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t send him right back into thinking I wasn’t worth the trouble. 

“Watch your fucking mouth. You swear too fucking much.”  He grumbles and just looks at his papers on his desk. Trying to ignore me. To make it appear like I didn’t already see the effect I had on him with what I was wearing. Because he’s gripping his expensive fucking pen so hard. He just might snap it. 

“bite me asshole” I say and his eyes flick up and his nostrils flare. God. How did he do that? Just throw those fucking eyes at me and make me ready to whimper and crumble to my knees and ask to be a real good girl for him? It was insane. 

“My money. Give it to me.” I say and walk over and stand at the front of the large dark wooden desk and reach out my hand. Palm up. 

He glares at me. We have a mini stare off. Then he drops his eyes to my hand. 

Then to his papers. 

“You’ll get your money when the job is done.” He says. 

“My job IS done. You fired me last night. Remember? Or do assholes have short memory spans?” I ask and he sucks his teeth and then looks up at me. 

“I changed my mind.” He says. 

“Oh yeah?” I ask and then take my hand back and throw it on my hips and slap my other on his desk. 

I lean over the desk slightly. 

“Well I didn’t. Give me my money.”  I say. Why was I testing this so hard? Maybe because he was a real dick last night and I wanted more than a “I changed my mind”. 

He stands up quickly and I jerk back. My hand leaving the desk and I look up at him and he clenches his jaw. 

“Come here.” He says and my brows pinch. 

“What?” I ask dumbly. 

“You heard me. Come here Alessandra.” He says and I shake my head. 

He points to the floor beside him. 

“No. I’m not your fucking pet. Screw you.” I say and he walks around the desk. I go to step back but he’s quick and his one hand swipes a corner of desk. Knocking shit off the desk and the floor. I gasp at the clatter and and then his hand is on my waist. Gripping it. 

“Sit your fuckjng ass on this desk. Now.”

Oh Jesus. Oh fucking Jesus. No. Damn him. No. 

“No. You hurt my feelings. You don’t get to just play Daddy when you feel like it. Then toss me out like fuckjng trash. It’s MEAN Gabriel. Real fucking mean. And I don’t like mean people.” I say and he lifts his other hand to my other hip and grabs me and then pulls me right to the corner of the desk. 

“Sit your fucking ass down Alessandra.” He groans and I swallow. 

“No. You owe me an apology!”

I yelp as he hands grabs my ass and I feel his fingers at the crease where my ass meets the back of legs and I let out a squeak as he picks me up and puts me right back down. I feel my tits bounce from the force of my ass being dropped onto the corner of the desk. 

“You can’t just fucking man handle me!” I say and he grabs my thighs and I see him look down and I hear him groan as he grips them. 

“God. Damnit. You’re just the absolute fucking worst thing that could’ve ever walked in that fucking door.” He growls and pushes my legs apart and my chest heaves as I pull in a hard breath and my hands find purchase as I lean back just slightly with my hands sliding onto the desk at my sides slightly behind me. 

“Screw you. You said I was sunshine.” I say. Trying to force myself to sound angry. But I’m half panting as his big hands slide up and down my thighs and grip them over and over. Massaging them. Digging his fingertips into the outsides of my thighs. 

“You are. That’s why you’re the fuckjng worst.”he growls and then his hands slide up my thighs. He groans when his fingers touch the soft corduroy that’s pressing into my thighs making the flesh bulge beneath the hem. 

“Youre fucking sunshine and sex.” He growls and then a very tiny little whimper betrays me and her lifts his eyes to mine. 

“Wh-what?” I ask. God. I was really bad at giving him hell. I lasted what? A minute and half? 

“You make me think about you every fucking second. It’s annoying.” He growls. 

My brows pinch. “Sounds like your problem. Not mine” I say. I give myself a nod inside my head. Good. Better. Don’t let him make you a sucker. Give it to him Ally! My inner voice says. 

“It IS my fucking problem. My fucking blonde haired , blue eyed, sexy little fucking overall wearing fucking problem “ he growls and grabs my hips and yanks me forward as he stands between my legs. I gasp. Leaning back more now with my ass pulled forward. I can feel the edges of the desk pushing into the cheeks of my ass.  I can feel the fabric of my shirt moving against my tight nipples as I breathe hard with my chest heaving. 

“I…I want an apology” I say as his hands slide up to the front of my bib and he plucks the little hooks and I gasp. They pop free the straps falling away and the little bib part falls down and he groans. 

“I’m sorry Alessandra” he says. 

“Not good enough” I pant and his hands go to my sides and he licks his lips as he stares at my tits. 

“You wore this on purpose.” He growls. 

“No I didn’t.” I lie. 

He lifts his eyes to me and cocks a brow. 

“This is last time I’ll tell you, to never fucking lie to me.” He warns. I narrow my eyes. 

“I can do whatever the hell I want. My job isn’t to fucking please you” I lift my chin. 

He lifts his hand and it slides softly onto my throat. His fingers and thumb curl around it and I pant with an exhale as he towers over me looking down as he holds me by my throat. 

He’s barely got ahold of it. So why does it feel like I’m suffocating? My chest rises and falls. 

“Did you dress yourself like the worlds cutest little weapon on purpose Alessandra ? wear these sexy fucking overalls and that tight as fuck little top just to fucking show me what I was doing by trying to get rid of you?” 

My brows pinch at hearing him remind me he tried to get rid of me. That he wanted to. 

But the rest of it? I’ve currently got desired and hurt feelings swirling all around inside of me. Do not fold. Do not give into him. You haven’t even gotten a real apology. 

“Maybe I did.” I say and he lets his hand grip my neck just a fraction more firmly and he then slides his hand up my neck and to my jaw and grabs it. 

“Well you did a fantastic fucking job Alessandra.” He says. 

“Consider your revenge a success ,Sunshine” he says and then his thumb rubs along my jaw and up over my chin. Then back over it. The tip of his thumb skimming the line of my lower lip. 

“I was an asshole.” He says and I nod. 

“You were” I agree breathlessly. 

His thumb skims again and then slides a fraction higher. The next pass goes over my lower lip.  I feel my mouth part a little more than it already is and his nostrils flare. 

“I made you cry.” He says angrily and I can tell. He’s angry at himself. 

I nod. 

“You did.” I breathe. 

“I told you I wanted you to leave.” He says and I wince. But I nod. 

“You did.” I say and his hand goes back to my neck and I crave my neck back and his other hand reaches behind my head and he groans as his fingers grip the hair at the base of my skull. My hair done loosely enough for him to sink his fingers into. 

“ I don’t want you to go.” He says and I feel my exhale shudder as it leaves my body and he brings his face down. Closer but not too close. 

“Do you want to go?” He asks. 

I shake my head slightly and blink as I look up up at him. But his eyes are everywhere. My face. My chest. My lap. My neck where his hand holds me in my place and then his eyes are on mine. 

“Please forgive me for the way I acted after watching you cum for me.” 

I whimper my thighs try to rub together but instead knock against the outside of his legs. 

“Watching you cum for me. Was the proudest I’ve ever fucking been of myself. You looked so fucking good. So perfect. And I realized how badly I wanted to be the only man that ever gets to do that for you.” He says and I bite my lip as he clutches my hair hair and my holds my neck and dips his face closer and then kisses my cheek. My lashes flutter as he kisses towards my ear. 

“Watching you cum was also the most scared I’ve ever been, because the fact there was chance I couldn’t keep you all to myself…..I pushed you away. Because I was scared of what I felt in that moment…scared of what I wanted…what I’ve needed for so fucking long.”

“I’m better off alone. At least that’s what I thought before you showed up on my doorstep. Bringing your god damn sunshine in my life.” He breathes and I’m breathing so hard as he whispers in my ear. 

“I don’t want to be alone, but I’m fucking scared of learning how good it feels to have someone, only to have them change their mind and leave me more miserable than they found me.” He says and I let my cheek brush his. 

“Gabe” I say softly and find myself comforting him. 

“You didn’t deserve the way I acted towards you after the moment we shared. And I can’t promise I won’t try to sabotage myself again. But, I don’t want you to go. You were right. I acted like a boy. And you deserve a man Alessandra.” He says and I lift my hands to his sides and he exhales against my ear. 

“I need you to do me a favor” he says and I nod. 

He kisses my cheek. 

“I know I just about took your clothes off again. But I need you to buckle your overalls. Leave this office and go change.” He says. 

“Why?” I practically whimper. 

“Because if you don’t. I’m going to rip them off you and fuck your little body all over this desk.” He says and I moan and my fingers grip his shirt and his sides. 

He groans. “Don’t make that fucking noise”

“And I don’t deserve to do that. Not now. Not yet. And when I do it. It’ll be because I deserve it.” He says and I whine. 

“Should I be the one to decide that?” I ask and he shakes his head gently and kisses my cheek.

“No. It has to be me.” He says softly. 

“Please go change.” He says. “And for the love of god, please. No overalls.”