Submitting to Her (19 page)

But she stayed there, propping her weight on
her elbows again, and now one hand stroked my cheek before running
through my hair.

"Do you enjoy that, Jones?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"If I wasn't ordering you to do it, would you
want to? Eat me, I mean?"

"As often as you'd let me," I said, now
rubbing my whole face over her soaking pussy as if to prove my
point, grinning like a devil as I coated my cheeks and my chin and
even my forehead in her slick wetness.

I added: "When I'm not with you, I dream
about this."

She smiled warmly, and said: "I have a
present for you, Jones. Have a quick look in my top drawer."

I drew a last sweep of my tongue all the way
along her slippery pussy lips, and then reached around and
underneath her to edge open the drawer to which she referred.

Now it was my turn to gasp, as I saw a small
box of condoms sitting on top of a stack of papers.

"It's time to consummate our relationship,
Jones," she said, flickering flames in her eyes.

I stood now, placing my hard cock over her
pussy so it rested in her groove while I withdrew a single latex
sheath from its packaging. I could feel my heart hammering against
my sternum, my whole body full of electricity at the prospect of
full union with this exquisite creature lying before me.

I rolled the clear plastic over my rigid
flesh, and looked up to find Zoey waiting eagerly for me to finally
get on the scoresheet with her.

"Fuck me, Jones," she said in a husky
half-whisper. "Fuck me, now."

I stroked the tip of my sheathed cock around
her outer pussy lips and over her clit, brushing it over her little
triangle of hair before circling it around her pink opening to
tease out her moisture. Then I was running it along her slick vale,
from base to clit.

And my tip slipped gently inside her, drawing
out a deep moan as I entered her for the first time.

I couldn't help but moan myself at the
extraordinary feelings swamping my system as my own cock moved
inside her most personal space, filling her tightness, crushed by
her intense heat, its passage eased by her plentiful
lubrication.

Now grabbing her thighs, I edged forward to
fill her with my length, my hardness fully immersed in her tight
pussy.

"Jones…" she gasped, breathless, as though my
penetration had expelled all the air from her chest.

I paused to take in the extraordinary sight
of my full length buried in this perfect example of femininity.

She looked up at me with wide eyes, the kind
of blissful adoration in her pretty face that made any amount of
suffering I'd needed to get here completely bearable and
worthwhile.

Zoey opened her mouth and let out a long
soprano groan as I began to move inside her, my hands now reaching
forward to sweep over her breasts and graze over those violently
hard nipples of hers.

Then she was looking down at me, breathing
hard, her chest rising and falling with each gasping breath, her
eyes and mouth open as she gazed at me, as though shocked at how
incredible it felt to have my cock filling her after all this time,
pressing against every part of her pussy as she squeezed around
me.

"Oh that feels amazing… I should never have
held out so long…"

Her breathing was labored as I moved within
her. I was able to pace myself, occasionally withdrawing to calm
things down, nudging my slippery cock against her clit, before
circling her pussy lips again and slipping back inside.

She pushed herself up on her elbows again to
watch me penetrating her, and looked up into my gaze, hitting me
once more with just how pretty she was, how stunning were her dark
brown eyes. Then she was pushing herself up completely, and I had
to take a step back, wondering if this was it, if she was going to
deny me an orgasm again, as she had before so many times.

But hopping down onto the floor, she said:
"Come inside me, Jones. Do it."

And then she turned to bend over the desk,
lifting one knee over its corner, allowing me to re-enter her
delightfully tight pussy from behind, my hands on her hip and lower
back as I thrust into her again.

As I entered her, she was panting for air,
groans turning to cries, my pace steadily increasing. Her knee
slipped off the desk again, so that she was now lined up straight
in front of me, making it really easy to just pound into her, my
body slapping her rear at each collision.

She was shaking underneath me, yelling at the
top of her voice, and safely sheathed inside her, my rock hard cock
pulsed and then erupted, a powerful orgasm washing over me from the
tight confines of her pussy through my cock and up over the the
rest of my body, pushing the air out of my chest in a long, low
groan.

It had to be one of the most powerful
climaxes I had ever experienced. But as I halted, my cock still
firmly lodged inside her as the feelings rippled through both of
us, suddenly I was surprised by the sound of clapping.

Both Zoey and myself gasped as we looked
round to find an attractive middle-aged blonde woman seated
comfortably on the couch just inside the door of the office. She'd
seen our climax, and God knew how much more.

"Bravo!" she declared, continuing her lonely
slow applause.

It was none other than our chief executive
officer.

There wasn't any point in grabbing for our
clothes or attempting any kind of denial or excuses or anything
like that. Ms Jenkinson had clearly been watching for some time,
though we'd both been too wrapped up in ourselves to notice her
slip into the room through a locked door.

"I came down here to congratulate you
personally, Zoey," she was speaking very calmly and without the
slightest hint of anger. "but I see I've been beaten to the
punch."

I withdrew from the pretty brunette now, and
both of us stood, Zoey folding her arms in front of her chest as
though attempting to regain some kind of dignity, though doing
nothing to hide the rest of her body from the head of the company.
I quietly slipped off my condom, then had no other option but to
hide it behind my back, remaining brutally exposed to the head of
the company.

Almost ignoring my presence, Ms Jenkinson
said to Zoey: "When I taught you how to apply the principles of
strong female leadership to your department, while also coping with
your personal problems, I never expected you to combine the two
issues."

In a clearly ironic manner, our CEO made
herself seem impressed at Zoey's strategy.

"It seems a most efficient approach," the
blonde woman said.

"You'll have my resignation letter within the
hour," Zoey said coolly.

I felt ice-cold horror flooding my system -
strangely not at the prospect of losing my job, but more at the
possibility that I'd lose Zoey as my head of department.

Ms Jenkinson stood, her whole bearing a
vision of strength that I could fully understand being behind
Zoey's new approach to leadership. Seeing her considering us, like
some kind of employment judge, I felt a strange shudder of
something not akin to arousal. Was I insane? I guess Zoey had
really turned me on to strong women.

After what seemed like an age, the chief
executive said: "I want to see both of you in my office - tomorrow
morning, first thing."

"Of course, Ms Jenkinson," Zoey said. I piped
up with a "yes, Ma'am", but the glance from our CEO, taking in my
ridiculous nudity including the softening form of my cock, made me
feel completely inconsequential.

"Good. Until then."

And just like that, she was gone.

We dressed in silence, though I could tell
Zoey's brain was working on how to manage this situation in which
we found ourselves. I was mentally clinging to our chief
executive's negative reply to the offer of her resignation as I
finally managed to find some tissues to wrap my used condom.

Finishing up before me, Zoey took a seat in
her office chair and just watched me for a moment or two buttoning
up my shirt.

She sighed. "I suppose it was always a risky
strategy," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"It was my responsibility. I'll see if I can
bargain with her - maybe you'll be able to keep your job."

"I'll find something else, I'm sure," I
offered her a smile that attempted to be reassuring.

She did seem a little frightened, though she
was doing her utmost to conceal it. That, more than anything, made
me feel terrible. Her own actions had threatened her job and her
career, and I could see it taking a heavy toll on her. I felt
sorrow that I had a hand in her undoing, though a big part of me
was wondering how I could possibly have done anything
different.

Even if it got me the sack, everything that
had happened between Zoey and myself was worth that kind of
trouble, I was certain. If I was given the choice to go through it
all again, I'd do it all without a change.

Now, my biggest fear was that this would be
the end for Zoey Schoenberg and myself.

She said: "Drive me home, would you,
Jones?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

"I think maybe I'll need you to try and take
my mind off things for a while."

My heart suddenly leapt, and though my
hardness was long gone by now, I actually felt a tingling in my
loins once again. Drive her home, take her mind off things - even
if this was a kind of break-up sex for us, at least I would get one
last chance to be with her.

It was actually a very pleasant evening,
though both of us had that constant undercurrent of nervous energy
simmering in the background as we looked ahead to our early morning
meeting with the CEO.

On the journey back to her apartment
building, we dealt with an outstanding question that had certainly
been bugging me, and I saw also had importance to her.

She asked me: "Would you still serve me if I
was no longer your boss, Jones?"

"Yes, Ma'am. If you still wanted me."

"And you'd do everything I told you?"

"To the best of my ability."

"And what if I got another job in another
city?"

"Then I guess I'd have to move to another
city," I said. Sitting there in that car with her, breathing her
perfume and a remaining hint of the scent of sex, everything else
in my life seemed to pale into insignificance.

"Would you really?" she looked at me with a
raised eyebrow.

"As long as you still wanted me, I'd move in
a flash."

She simply nodded at that, but the very fact
she was thinking of this issue - of the continuation of our
relationship even if the worst happened - gave me some small
confidence. That was something to cling to, anyhow.

We drew up in the street outside her
apartment, and for a moment once I'd switched the engine off, Zoey
merely sat there, lost in contemplation. I felt a knot in my
stomach, a question as to whether she'd invite me inside or
not.

After a beat, she realized we'd arrived, and
locked eyes with me. "Come on then, Jones," she said.

The thrill of accompanying her this far, the
prospect of spending the evening with her, seemed to overcome the
fear inside me, allowing me to get past the dread of what might
happen in the morning. Inside her apartment, Zoey dropped her keys
on the kitchen counter, but while she directed me upstairs, she
herself remained in the kitchen, dialing a number from her cell
phone.

"Hit the shower, Jones," she ordered me as I
tentatively climbed the first few steps, unsure of what she wanted
of me. "I'll be along once I've got food on the way."

I nodded, and as I scampered upstairs, heard
her behind and below me, requesting a large Pepperoni Passion
pizza.

While the house had two large bedrooms and a
separate bathroom, Zoey's bedroom had a small en suite in which a
shower sat in the corner. I assumed this was the one she meant for
us, so stripped off and fired up the shower. Zoey wasn't far behind
me, and while I waited for the water to warm up, I paused to watch
her strip down.

She giggled as she saw me hardening up just
from watching her. "You ready to go again?"

"Absolutely," I beamed.

"Not until you've cleaned up, filthy boy,"
she smirked.

The shower wasn't huge, but it was large
enough for the two of us as long as we didn't mind standing close
together. Since that was the idea, each of us washing the lingering
traces of our coupling from the other, it was plenty of space. The
sensation of our naked bodies writhing together, aided by the
slippery soap, was heavenly. Smooth skin on smooth skin, hands duty
bound to reach every spot, I could explore the contours of her
every curve, and she could check out the rest of me, while giggling
at the prominent burning pole that stood between us.

The warm water was invigorating flowing over
our skins, seemingly carrying our anxiety away with it along with
the soap and the grime. By the time we were ready to step out
again, our high spirits had returned along with our appetites.

We spent so long in that shower, that as we
were stepping out the doorbell sounded, announcing that our pizza
was here.

I moved to put my clothes back on, but Zoey
shook her head. "There's no point," she said, gesturing me away as
she took my clothes from me.

"Better not let the pizza delivery guy see me
like this, though," I suggested.

But she only shrugged and said: "What's he
gonna do?"

Zoey handed me a $20 bill she'd placed on the
nearest bedside table out in the bedroom. "Go ahead," she said.

I gulped, and did as I was told, my erection
wilting as I left her behind in the bedroom and ventured downstairs
to approach the front door. As my hand went to the doorknob, I
tried to tell myself that pizza delivery guys must see all kinds of
strange things all the time. Naked people - and worse. But it was
pretty embarrassing.