Revealing the Diane Collier Erotic Romance Collection (2 page)

I didn’t move.
I saw him raise a thick dark eyebrow and beckon me again.
I straightened my skirt as I stood and tried to appear casual as I walked around his desk.

“Sit on my knee,” he ordered.

“I beg your pardon?”
I thought I must have misheard him.
“Did you just ask me to… sit on your lap?”
I gave a small laugh.
I must be losing my hearing.

“Yes Miss Payne.
Sit.
On.
My.
Lap.
Not a complicated instruction.”
He looked and sounded annoyed.

I stepped closer and perched right at the end of his knee with arms folded.
I could smell the soap from his shower after his squash game.
His arm pulled me closer, almost unbalancing me.

“That’s better,” he said, sounding smug.
“Now, dial your husband’s extension and pass the phone to me.”
I spun my head to look at him, shocked at this.
“He already knows you’re on my lap.
Dial.”

I remembered the cameras and did as I was told.
I leaned towards his desk and dialed Bruce’s number, passing the phone to Clark.
His arm was still around me, his hand gripping my hip firmly.

“You’re watching.”
Again, it was not a question but a statement.
He knew that Bruce would be watching closely.
I was sitting close enough to hear Bruce’s muffled voice and what seemed to be angry and aggressive words.
“Take it easy,” Clark ordered.
“You don’t want to harm her chances at this promotion do you?”
Clark smiled at Bruce’s response.
“I thought not.”
It didn’t take a genius to work out Bruce’s response.
“As you can see, she is only sitting on my knee at the moment.”
As he spoke, he swapped the phone to his other hand and settled his free hand on my knee.
“How committed are you to her promotion?”
Again I could hear my husband’s muffled response, sounding a lot calmer now.
As he spoke, Clark’s fingers were moving on my knee, pushing my skirt higher.
I didn’t move.

Bruce said something else to Clark and I saw his eyes flicker to the cameras.
“Your wife is a lovely girl.”
His palm rubbed along my stocking, further up my thigh.
“Such a lovely body.
Nice and firm.”
He paused and looked down to where his hand had discovered that I was wearing stockings and not pantyhose.
“Ah.” He sighed.
“Would you believe that she’s wearing stockings and a suspender belt?” His hand shifted my skirt higher to see more.
“Very nice,” he said approvingly.

I could feel myself blushing.
Clark was abusing his position of authority and I was just sitting there and allowing it.
I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“Does she wear them often?” he asked my husband, grinning at me like a predator.
“I agree.
The professional look certainly suits her.
Excites me too.”
He looked at me directly then.
“Wouldn’t you agree Miss Payne?”
I couldn’t ignore his erection any longer.
It had been pressing against my thigh for the past several minutes.
“Well?” he prompted.
I nodded in response and he pressed the phone to my ear.
“Tell him,” he ordered.

“Yes,” I said into the phone.
“He’s excited.”
Clark gestured for me to take the phone from him.

“Let me show you just how excited I am.”
He nudged me off his lap and stood up to pull his pants down.
His cock was thick and hard, jutting straight out.
He sat back into his chair and looked at me smugly.
I realized my mouth was open in shock.
“Tell him,” he ordered me.

My mouth was dry and I was trying to speak.
Bruce spoke quietly into the phone instead.
“Is his cock big?”
He sounded a little subdued.
I couldn’t believe that his only thought at that point was how big the other man’s shaft was.

“Big enough,” I replied as I watched Clark slowly stroke himself.

“Is it turning you on?” my husband asked.

“What a question!” I responded angrily.

“Jenny, answer me.
Does it?”

I was silent for a long time and then, “Okay.
Yes it does!”

Clark held out his hand to take the phone back.
“Payne,” he barked into the mouthpiece again, then fell silent as he listened to Bruce.
His eyes roamed over my body as I stood before him, his expression lustful and leering.
I imagined that my husband was now telling him that it was over, he was to stop whatever he was trying to do to me.
To say I was surprised at the next bit was an understatement.

With a leering grin on his face, Clark nodded at me.
“Your husband says you should take your blouse off.”

“What?”
I couldn’t hide the astonishment in my voice.

“I believe he’s proving his commitment young lady.
Let’s not disappoint his effort.”

I was backed up against the hard wood of his desk by then and looked down at him.
He was clearly enjoying his power trip, his arousal thick and stiff in his hand as he stroked himself slowly.
At the same time, I was aware that my own husband was watching me on the surveillance cameras.
I realized then that what I’d said to Bruce was true.
I was inexplicably aroused by the whole situation.
I could feel the reluctant dampness between my thighs and knew that my panties would be soaked.

“Ask him,” Clark spoke impatiently, pushing the phone back into my hand.
I hesitated for a moment, thinking about the whole thing.

“Bruce?”

“Yes?”
His voice sounded rough, hoarse.

“Have you seen Anita Booth recently?”

He hesitated before replying.
“Yes.”
I turned to look into the cameras, to remind him that I was still his wife and he’d better answer properly.
I raised an eyebrow in question.
“She was in the office with Clark.
They were fooling around.”

“Yes?”

“She was… sucking him.”
My husband sounded embarrassed to admit this.
I didn’t answer him.
I handed the phone back to my boss, avoiding eye contact.
My fingers trembled as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my cleavage and lacy black bra.
Only when the shirt slid off my shoulders to the floor did I look into his eyes.
The smile on his face said it all. I was struck by the fact that I was being watched by two men, and just as Clark was stroking himself, my husband probably was too.

“Take off your skirt.”
This time I didn’t hesitate to comply with the instruction.
“Yes, I see that Payne,” he spoke to my husband again, his eyes moving over every part of my lingerie-clad body.
He spoke to me again, telling me to hold the phone and step closer.
I did as I was told.
With his hands on my hips, he pulled me onto his lap again.
He rested his chin on my shoulder as he whispered in a gruff voice into my free ear, “He’s enjoying this as much as I am.
You know that don’t you?”

“Yes,” I replied, trying not to picture my husband masturbating in in his office while breathing heavily over the monitors.
I could hear his breathing through the phone.

Clark’s hand settled on my inner thigh and I heard him sigh with pleasure.
As much as I hated to admit it, the feeling of his hand gliding up my thigh, along with the sound of his and Bruce’s heavy breathing in my ears, was really good.
When his big warm hand reached my bare flesh, a shiver went up my spine.

Without any preamble, he pulled the wet crotch of my panties aside and his thick fingers brushed across my hairless puffy lips.
I arched my back involuntarily, sucking in my breath.

“You like that Miss Payne.”
I nodded.
“Tell him.
Go on, tell him.”

I cleared my throat as his fingers continued to play over my pussy, opening me up and advancing slowly into my wet cavity.
“Bruce,” I said breathlessly.

“Yes, Jen?
What? Tell me what he’s doing to you.”
His voice was low and rough, like he was barely holding back.

“He’s…fingering me…and it’s…” As I hesitated, Clark pushed his two fingers deep inside me, filling my pussy and making my nipples harder.
“Bruce…it feels…good.”
I could barely think, let alone speak at that moment.
I was now completely in Clark’s control and he knew it.
His other hand was against my ass, holding me in place while he probed me and I couldn’t move, even if I wanted to.

When he moved his thumb to rotate around my clit, I let out a loud moan, letting both men know just how good it was for me.
I could still feel Clark’s cock against my thigh, hot and stiff, occasionally twitching.
The sensations were rippling through my body and I felt like a helpless rag doll.

“How’s that feel?” he asked me, smugly.

“I…I…” I was finding it hard to talk.

“Should I stop Miss Payne?” He started to withdraw his hand, sliding his fingers from my slick pussy.

“No!” I blurted out, gripping his wrist and holding him in place, preventing him from moving away.
“Please.
Don’t stop.”
I didn’t care that my husband could hear this exchange.
My pussy was tingling and his fingers felt so good inside me as he resumed his actions.

“So, you like me fingering you.”
I felt his tongue against my ear, licking and probing.

“Yes, Mr. Clark.” I whispered.

“Tell your husband.”

“Bruce?
Can you see what’s happening?”
I whispered breathlessly into the phone.

“Yes baby.
I’m watching you.
I can see almost everything.”

“Okay.
I’m enjoying it.”
The unspoken question hung in the air.
I wanted to know if he was really okay with watching me get fingered by another man.
I was afraid he’d tell me to stop.
Clark’s fingers were moving in and out of my pussy, his thumb teasing my rigid little clit and I wanted to come.

“Jenny, I’m so fucking hard right now.
This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He was breathing hard.

“Put the phone on speaker, Miss Payne,” Clark instructed.
I leaned over and hit the button, replacing the handset.
“Payne,” he said to my husband while looking over to the camera.
“Tell your wife what you are busy doing.”
Each word was accompanied by the stroke of his fingers and thumb on my most sensitive parts and I was moaning quite loudly.
“Come on Payne, don’t be shy,” Clark prompted him.

“I’m…masturbating.”
My husband’s voice sounded sheepish over the speakerphone.

“Speak up man.
I can’t hear you over the sound of her moaning.”

“My cock is hard and… I’m stroking it while I watch you.”

“Good,” Clark replied.
“Carry on.”
He whispered close to my ear, his breath warm and ticklish, “Isn’t it good for you that he enjoys seeing and hearing you being pleasured by me?”

“Yes!” I gasped.
“Yes.
Please don’t stop.”
I felt the rush of energy, the precursor to an orgasm.
I was on the edge of coming and with each movement of his fingers I was falling further.
My eyes were closed, my head tilted far back and rolling from side to side.
Clark still had me held between his two hands.
I arched my back, moaning louder and louder.

I could hear the sound of wet flesh slapping together, his hand pumping into me.
I could hear my husband panting through the speakerphone. “Ah, that sounds so good, doesn’t it Payne?” Clark’s own breath was coming in short pants.

“Yes,” was the muffled reply from Bruce.

“She’s on the verge of a climax, Payne.
She certainly looks gorgeous like this.”
His hand was abruptly removed from my swollen pussy and I was left feeling bereft and empty.

“No,” I pleaded.
“Please, no.
I’m… so… close.”
My hand went down, over my flat belly towards my clitoris that was crying out for completion, desperate for the last few strokes that would push me over the edge.
Before I got there however, Clark grabbed my wrist and stopped me.