Submitting to Her (30 page)

"You can lock the door behind you and then
come over," she said, offering me a warm smile as she took a seat
in her chair, now completely naked.

Jesus, she was a sight. Once the door was
locked, I found her sitting in the chair leaning to one side, with
her left leg curled up under her as though she were sitting
cross-legged, but only on the one side. Along with her shapely
breasts and her bullet-like nipples, it meant I had a superlative
view of her pussy as I walked toward her again.

"Take off your clothes, Aiden," she said.
"Let me see that beautiful cock of yours."

On her side of the desk, after a nervous
glance outside the floor-to-ceiling windows to ensure we could not
be seen from there, I disrobed. I could see her eyes focus on me as
I revealed my manhood to her, see them light up as she took in just
how hard I was from the sight of her trim naked form.

"Come here," she said again, and I stepped up
to her, whereupon she took my cock in her hands, and leaned down to
lick the underside of my helmet.

I couldn't help but groan as she squeezed my
shaft, her tongue lashing around the tip of my hardness. She had
such a classically beautiful face, she could have been a model.

"Aren't I lucky to have such a pretty toy,"
she said, grinning up at me before taking my manhood inside her
hot, wet mouth, little dimples created in her cheeks as she sucked
on my flesh, then sank down on my shaft.

I simply moaned, and placed my hand gently on
the back of her neck, though without applying any force - I wasn't
sure I was allowed to.

She broke off, more than a little breathless,
and said: "Do it, Jones. Fuck my face."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

I placed both hands on the side of her head
now, over her ears, my fingers reaching around the back of her
head, around her ponytail. Now I did as she asked, controlling the
movement of her head on my cock.

It felt strange, considering not only the
role I had gotten used to, serving these powerful women, but also
the fact that I'd never really controlled a blow job from a woman
before.

After a few moments, I was simply holding her
head still and rocking my hips to take her command more literally,
fucking her pretty ex-cheerleader's face, and from her moans she
appeared to be enjoying it. While one hand held my thigh, her other
hand swept down her body to massage her breasts while I penetrated
her mouth, ultimately falling between her legs where she could
tease her clit.

She pulled back, and I had no problems giving
back full control.

"I think we might have to arrange conjugal
visits," she joked, withdrawing me from her mouth before beginning
a more leisurely licking and sucking once again, while she also
touched herself between her thighs. "You're going to be tough to
replace, Aiden."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Ms Jenkinson leaned back in her chair away
from me, and spread her legs wide, opening up her glistening pussy
to my gaze. "I do think that Zoey loves you," she said, prizing
apart her pussy lips to reveal the pinkness inside, wet and ready
for me to defile. "Perhaps if you give it time, she might realize
the folly of her ways."

I felt a flood of warmth filling me inside at
that, at the thought my Zoey might still love me, that one day she
might be mine again.

"Do you think with a little time, you might
forgive her some day?"

I saw genuine concern in her striking blue
eyes, and couldn't tell her a lie.

"I think I could forgive her anything," I
said. "But I can't share her with a man like that. I can't stand by
and see her being hit."

Ms Jenkinson seemed almost grateful at my
response. She said: "When I picked up the pieces after what
happened with Brandon, it wasn't hard to know what our Zoey needed.
I showed her how a relationship should be, as I'd already showed
her through her internship how she could excel in business."

"By being in control?"

"Through leadership," she nodded. "It's still
early days for her - and she's still quite young. I really wasn't
expecting her to solve her personal issues and deal with you and
your sales team by bedding you."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out."

"Well. I think you were the closest we've
ever been to getting Brandon out of the picture at last. He's like
a bad penny, that one."

She shrugged, and now looked up at me. She
said: "Aiden, if you don't put that hard cock of yours inside me
right now, I might have to reconsider that recommendation of
yours."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the
emotions whirling around my head. I couldn't look back. I had to
give Zoey space - and the first step was doing whatever it took to
persuade this attractive older woman to put my name forward for my
next job.

I nudged forward and the tip of my cock
slipped inside her, teasing out a groan as I edged into her, slowly
filling her completely, feeling her hot wetness stretched tight
around me.

"Fuck me, Aiden."

The chair shook as I began to move in and out
of her pussy, reveling in the sensation of fucking her, perhaps
even feeling a sense of revenge as the strong waft of musk from her
soaking snatch filled my nostrils. Ms Jenkinson leaned back in her
seat, leaving me to do all the work, her arms reaching back, hands
clasping the back of the chair, her breasts quivering on her chest
as I thrust inside her, those big blue eyes fixed on my face as she
gasped for breath. I pushed myself down on her forcefully, grabbing
one of her breasts roughly in a hand, crushing her hard nipple
between finger and thumb.

I'm not sure what I was thinking - this was a
woman used to controlling people, leading men. But she bit her lip
and flashed her eyes at me, enjoying my brute force, encouraging
it.

She said: "That’s it, fuck me, Aiden, pound
me."

Then she pulled me in to kiss my mouth, and
that felt like the most wrong thing we'd done yet.

But looking at her perfect bone structure,
her magazine-cover figure and the long, angelic blonde hair, I got
the idea I was part of a long sexual history for this woman.

There was something hot about that idea,
though I'd never found it arousing before to think of a partner's
sexual history. I might have been just another notch on her
bedpost, but this woman had demanded my services a second time - a
final screw before I left the company - and that did wonders for my
confidence.

"Did Zoey tell you about sex and love,
Aiden?" she asked me, my pace slowing a little as I considered her
leftfield question.

"Ma'am?"

She smiled, and stirred her hips now to keep
our sex going even as I paused. "One thing I drilled into her when
I was trying to get her to cut her ties with Brandon."

"That you can have sex with someone without
loving them," I said, remembering that Zoey had mentioned it
before, when trying to explain her being with Brandon.

"That's right," she said as I continued to
pump my hips and writhe against her, stirring my hardness inside
her. "I tried to make her realize that while Brandon kept wanting
sex from her, he didn't actually love her."

"Right."

"He didn't just beat her, you know. He used
to cheat on her every chance he got," Ms Jenkinson said. "I tried
to get her to see it from his perspective, while also protect her
from future lovers - but I guess the lesson got kind of
confused."

"I guess so."

Ms Jenkinson ushered me up now so she could
turn and present her rear. I thought it might be a little tricky on
the chair, but she made it look easy, almost practiced. Pushing
into her pussy from behind, feeling her squeezing me, I could feel
I had little time left in me.

As I thrust into her, she said: "You can love
her, Aiden, and she'll be worth it. But if she doesn't see sense, I
hope you'll be more careful in protecting yourself the next
time."

"Yes, Ma'am," I felt tender warmth at her
concern.

She turned again, so that she was facing me,
and traced a finger down my cheek. "You're a blessing, Aiden," she
said. "When I showed Zoey the power of a female-led relationship, I
overlooked the importance of a man who will accept that leadership,
and encourage it without sitting back and letting the woman do all
the work."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Now, fuck me, Aiden," she said, and I took
up my rough pounding of her again as she urged me, "Do it - I want
to feel your hot come filling me."

I held her hips firmly and plunged into her
hot flesh as she reached underneath herself to flicker her fingers
over her clit. My cock was like a rapier, gleaming with her juices,
so hard and straight and long, buried up to the hilt with each
thrust.

Then I was coming, my body shuddering as I
pumped my thick cream inside her pussy, my orgasm bursting through
me, making my entire body shudder as I emptied myself into the
beautiful chief.

Afterwards, she remained in her chair,
watching me pull on my clothes with a look of real satisfaction on
her face.

"You'll go far, Aiden Jones," she said, and I
could see she was touching herself between her thighs, quietly
stirring her fingers in her pussy, apparently reveling in the
presence of my come.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I said.

"You be sure to come back and see us some
time."

Okay, roll the montage. You know - the one
about the guy that's just walked out on the love of his life.

You know the kind of thing - the sad walk
through familiar neighborhoods as he deals with the sudden loss of
such a huge part of his identity, the warm summer passing to
chilled autumn with dead leaves falling all around to signify the
sadness and ending of the summer's romance as he continues his
attempt at recovery from the vicious hole in his chest that just
won't close over, even after countless dinner parties with smugly
married friends and all-night drinking binges with his rapidly
depleting host of single friends.

All the while you're thinking: "You idiot!
It's so blatantly obvious she's The One, and here you are moping
around because for some stupid reason she doesn't meet your
ridiculous standards, rather than forgetting about that little
thing you got your panties all twisted over, and going after her to
win her back."

I did it all - the moping, the blubbering,
the consoling myself with liquor. I'd never felt such unbelievable
pain before - couldn't believe such pain was possible.

It's so much simpler in the movies - the
characters have a gloomy moment or two, where they realize they've
made some big mistake, they've been stupid, there was never any
reason why their relationship shouldn't have just worked out. There
is some kind of Life Lesson Learned, and then they can just go out
and get the Love of Their Life back, just like that.

It can be as stupid as When Harry Met Sally,
where he just suddenly comes to the conclusion that he loves her,
and that's enough to get her back into his arms. Or Notting Hill,
where his cuddly chums help him realize that despite the
extraordinary differences between a lowly man living comfortably in
the most expensive part of central London and a Hollywood actress,
he's forgotten that actually, she's only an ordinary member of the
opposite sex, and technically able to fall in love with anyone. Or,
to turn it around, in Pretty Woman where she walks out on him
because she doesn't like his friends thinking she's a prostitute,
and after five minutes without her, he just drives over to her
house and without even saying a word to her, she falls into his
arms and it's happy ever after.

I watched a lot of romantic comedies during
my grieving period - an attempt to find meaning in my situation, I
suppose. Only, my situation wasn't reflected by any of them.

The little thing I got my panties all twisted
over - that was keeping this guy from fully accepting this Love Of
His Life - was the fact she liked occasionally sleeping with her
ex-, who hit her and abused her, and was generally a disgrace of a
human being.

Sure, there were times where the pain got so
bad, I was sorely tempted to make one of those mad dashes across
town you see in the third act of the typical rom-com - running
through the streets because my brain can't handle motorized
transport at such a time - to get to Zoey and tell her it doesn't
matter any more, she can have Brandon as well, so long as I get to
have her too.

But after a certain point in a break-up, you
think the other person's long-since moved on, forgotten about you.
You're only going to make your own pain worse to see her happy with
Mr Somebody Else.

I tried everything - alcoholism, workaholism,
shopaholism, chocoholism. The whole caboodle.

Okay, montage over. We get the picture.

Robin raised his eyebrows when I came home
with a certain bottle blonde by the name of Taylor, but he wasn't
disapproving. I could see he was pleased I was dealing with my Zoey
fixation in my own way.

It was late anyway - he'd been out as well,
though he'd ended up there on the couch watching Conan on his own.
Everyone was fueled up on alcohol, especially him.

So I simply got a couple of raised eyebrows
and a mock military salute as I led Taylor through to my bedroom -
I didn't get the kind of disapproval regarding my blatant rebound
that I actually felt deep down I probably deserved, or Taylor
probably deserved, let's face it.

But Taylor didn't care I was bouncing back
from a relationship - she seemed only pleased that at last, she'd
won another night with me. I'd probably have felt a little sad for
her had I not as much alcohol in my system as I had. Taylor was a
marketing assistant with a consumer goods manufacturer, maybe a
couple of years out of college. I'd first hooked up with her many
moons ago after an office Christmas party because she'd been the
baby sister of someone who'd worked in our accounts department.