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  Since then, I had only been with women for one thing and one thing only. Sex with no strings attached was so much easier. I pitied the poor assholes who were roped into marriage and forced to pay attention to only one woman for the rest of their lives. For a while, I thought I would be on the same train, but I had dodged a bullet and hadn’t looked back since.

  Relationships were overrated; family only cost money better spent on myself. If I could have all my needs fulfilled without committing, anything on top of that was redundant.

  Did that make me a dick? It depended on how you looked at it.

  I wasn’t sure what Rena wanted from me, but if we were going to play this game, she had to be very clear on what was and wasn’t allowed. I didn’t need some sniveling tween on my doorstep a week from now crying because she thought I was offering more. She was young, so I was going to draw the line and tell her where I stood. I usually told the women I was about to fuck that it was all I wanted, but I was going to lay down the rules the right way this time. It was for both our sakes. For my peace of mind and for guidance for Rena. I was treating her like a child, but she was a lot younger than me, and kids these days got attached so easily. I didn’t need that.

  Being in charge and the thought of dominating her made my cock twitch. The idea was delicious. I would tell her what to do, and she would do it, no questions asked. Wasn’t that what this was about? I hoped so because it was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to taste her and fuck her, get this frustration she had created out of my system and then move on with my life. It was how I did things, and if she didn’t agree to my terms, she wouldn’t get anything at all.

  I could get ass from anywhere. If she didn’t want to play nice, I could find this shit somewhere else.

  I asked Rena to come to my office. She seemed reluctant, but she was busy. I waited for her, taking care of my work in the meantime. Even though I was focused on my work, I was edgy as fuck. I had been hard all morning, thinking about Rena and what we could be doing together.

  When she finally came to my office, it was more than an hour later.

  “Lock the door,” I said while I finished with a document on my desk. She hesitated before I heard the click. I was so horny I could take her right here. But I needed her to know the rules, and I wanted to draw this out. I wanted her to want it so bad that by the time I got down to it, she would beg me to fuck her.

  “Sit down, Rena,” I said when she came to my desk and put a cup of coffee down in front of me. She sat down, and I could feel the anticipation. Her eyes were glued to me, and her lips were slightly parted. I imagined kissing her, sliding my tongue between those lips.

  “I’ve been blind when it comes to you, Rena,” I said. My voice was rough with lust. Her chest rose and fell faster. I knew I had her. She looked at me with those doe eyes, and her tongue darted out to lick her lips. She was eating out of the palm of my hand.

  “Here’s the thing,” I said. “Do you ever see me talking about women here?”

  Rena shook her head.

  “Or dating?”

  “No,” Rena said, and I knew she didn’t know where I was going with this.

  “That’s because I don’t date,” I said. “I fuck.”

  Her breath hitched in her throat when I said it. I liked her reaction. I liked that she was getting so worked up, hanging on my every word. She was under my spell, which meant I had all the control. That was how I wanted it.

  “I find women who understand the rules.” I lowered my voice a little, making it rougher and deeper. “Are you good with rules, Rena?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. She rubbed her legs together, and I knew she was ready for me. I wanted to spread her legs and get in between them. First with my hand, then with my mouth, followed by my dick. I hadn’t allowed myself to think about her like this since she had started working here, but now that she’d tried to seduce me, I allowed myself to get filthy about it—and there was no going back.

  “If you want to do this, there are rules.”

  “Do what?” Rena asked in a breathy voice.

  Was she going to make me say it?

  “Fuck,” I said.

  She blushed. Her reaction was very innocent for someone who had decided to be so risqué yesterday. I liked that about her. I liked the prospect of stripping that innocence away.

  “No one can know,” I said. “There’s a rule about fraternization here, and it would look bad if I broke my own rule.”

  Rena nodded. “I’m not planning on running to Margaret with it if that’s what you mean.”

  I swallowed a chuckle. I was trying to be Mr. Tough Guy, but she was adorable.

  “No one can touch you when I am,” I continued.

  “So we’ll be exclusive?”

  “This isn’t a relationship,” I said. “But if you’re fucking me, you’re not going to fuck anyone else. Call me old-fashioned, but I’m jealous that way.”

  She nodded, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth. It was sexy and cute.

  “And when it’s done, its done,” I said. “No drama, no clinging. Got it? This isn’t a relationship, and when I’m done with you, it’s over.”

  Rena raised her eyebrows. It had sounded dirty and objectifying to say it that way, but the truth was that was how I rolled. I didn’t fuck women so they would like me or because I was lonely. I did it because they were hot, I wanted ass, and I needed a release. It was all about me, and to pretend I wasn’t objectifying them would only be a lie. This wouldn’t ever be about love for me, and Rena had to know it from the start.

  “If you still want to do this, you need to find an interesting way to tell me.”

  I leaned back in my chair and watched her reaction. I was taking a hell of a risk doing this with her. I never fucked within the company because my job was all I had. But there was something about Rena that had gotten me from the start. She was innocent and intriguing and adorable and funny. And she had something so sexy about her that made her irresistible now that I thought about her as something more than just a secretary. I wanted to strip her of that innocence and turn her into my dirty little whore. She thought she was ready for this, but I would see if she was going to come through in the end.

  “That’s all,” I said.

  She blinked at me, hesitating for a moment. I carried on with my work regardless of if she was there. I needed her to know where she was on the food chain. I wanted to keep staring at her, but I needed to play it cool.

  After a moment, Rena stood up and left. She closed the door behind her, and I let out a breath. I was so fucking turned on I could barely think straight. I needed to rub out an orgasm as soon as possible. I wouldn’t do that here, though. Not at the office. I was the man in charge, the big boss. Masturbating at the office wasn’t exactly professional.

  I turned my attention to my work, trying to get the paperwork and calls out I had to do for the day. But my mind was on Rena and what she would look like naked. I wondered what she would do to get my attention next. Would she go through with it? Did she have the balls to take me on? I didn’t know if she had what it took. Physically she had it all, but she was going to commit to hot, nasty, no-strings-attached sex. Was she ready for it?

  I hoped to God she was. Because I was as ready to take her as I would ever be to fuck a woman.

  Chapter 5

  Rena

  On Friday morning, I stood in front of my closet. Again. I was back here, looking for something sexy and seductive to wear. This time, it was with a purpose. Before, I had been desperate for attention. This time I knew I was going to get it.

  I still couldn’t believe it had gone this far. Brent wanted to fuck me. He had said it in so many words. But I need to find a way to show him that I was interested. “An interesting way,” he’d said.

  Just thinking about it made me wet. I pictured him bending me over his desk, pushing up my skirt and sliding his hands over my bare ass. I picture him pushing his cock into my pussy before fucking me from behind,
hard and fast so that the desk bit into the carpet beneath it.

  I groaned and closed my eyes. I only wore a towel. I had taken the time in the shower to shave everything, and I had put enough lotion on my body that my skin was as soft as rose petals. I rubbed my thighs together in anticipation. I didn’t know when we would do it, but I wanted him now.

  When he’d called me in, Brent had been the man in charge. He had given me a speech about no-strings-attached sex and rules I had to abide by. If he thought he had scared me off with his little speech, he had another thing coming. It’d only turned me on more. I loved it when a man took charge. I liked it a little rough. And Brent was all of that. I had yet to find out about the latter, but he looked like he could give a woman a fucking good time.

  After Brent had dismissed me, I’d been so turned on I could feel the wet patch in my panties. I had held out until I arrived home and got myself off to the thought of him. Twice.

  Once with my hand in my panties, rubbing my own clit until an orgasm had shattered me. It hadn’t been enough. I had wanted more, and the second time I had taken a waterproof toy into the shower and soaped myself up, taking my sweet time to draw it out until I’d cried out in pleasure when I’d orgasmed again.

  I had needed to take the edge off, and it had worked—but barely.

  This morning, I could think clearly again. I was gearing up for battle. Brent made it sound like I wouldn’t be able to handle him. Well, I would show him what kind of woman I was. I wanted to be irresistible. I wanted him to struggle to hold on to his control before he lost it completely. It was all fun and games as long as he thought he was in charge, but in a sexual relationship between a man and a woman, the woman was in charge. I would show him who was boss.

  I had the pussy, after all.

  Finally, I decided on a black A-line skirt that hit me midthigh. It showed off my legs beautifully, but it was easy to push up over my ass and I could spread my legs in it farther than in a pencil skirt. I was dirty for thinking about my clothes that way, but I couldn’t help it. I was going to the office today as a piece of ass for Brent. And I loved it.

  I settled on a light blue blouse with the skirt, and again I didn’t button it up all the way. I had a sheer black bra underneath my shirt that didn’t hide anything at all, and I didn’t put on the matching panties. Instead, I folded them and put them in my handbag, then left my apartment for work. I felt daring and sexy without my panties on. If a gust of wind lifted my skirt now, I would give the world a show. It was a risk I was willing to take for Brent.

  When I arrived in the office, I greeted Margaret as usual. She only glanced at me after saying good morning without commenting on my outfit. Was it too much? I didn’t care. I walked past Joe’s office. He was at his desk, and he grinned at me when I passed. No one in the office knew my dirty secret but me and Brent. It made me feel naughty. I loved that I was doing this, that I walked through the office the same as everyone else but had an ulterior motive.

  Before taking care of Brent’s coffee, files, and mail, I slipped into his office and left my panties folded on his desk. This was my answer.

  I left the office again, closing the door behind me, and went about my business. I was painfully aware of my bare pussy and how wet I was after I had left Brent his gift. I shivered with pleasure as I thought of his reaction when he found it.

  Brent arrived at the office, his nose in his files again. He walked past me without greeting me and walked to his office. I sat behind my desk and wondered what the hell was up with him. Sometimes he could get in such weird moods.

  I sat down and started working. It would only be a matter of time before he called me in. I could wait.

  It took a full hour before Brent called me in to come see him. I stood and walked into his office.

  “Lock the door, Rena,” he said. His voice was gravelly, and a shiver ran down my spine. The way he looked at me when I turned melted me into a puddle of desire. I was so wet, I couldn’t help myself. I walked toward the seat opposite Brent, but he motioned with his head for me to come around the table. He had never done this before. I swallowed and did as he asked. When I stood next to him, Brent looked up at me with impossibly blue eyes. He put his hand on my thigh, and my breath hitched in my throat. Slowly, he slid his hand upward. My breathing was fast and shallow as he slid his hand higher and higher. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.

  When Brent touched my pussy, I gasped softly. He ran his finger along my pussy lips slowly, torturously, before he pushed his fingers into my slit. He flicked my clit once, and I swallowed hard, trying not to lose it right away. My legs trembled. How long had I been waiting for this? His fingers were sure; he knew exactly what he was doing.

  I opened my legs wider, giving him space. Brent slid his fingers up and down my slit once or twice more before he pushed a finger into me. I moaned and this time it was louder than before. I swallowed the sound, trying to keep it down.

  I pushed my hips toward him, wanting him to fingerfuck me. Instead of giving me what I wanted, Brent pulled his hand away.

  “That will be all, thank you,” Brent said and turned to the work on the desk in front of him. I was reeling with desire. I felt light-headed. I only hesitated a moment before I walked back to the door. This was a game. Brent was toying with me. I wanted him to take me right now, but this was how he was going to play the game, and drawing it out only made me want him more.

  “Rena,” Brent said when I reached the door. I turned and looked at him over my shoulder. “I’m going to need you to stay later tonight. It’ll be just the two of us. I have a few things to clear up with you.”

  I shivered again and nodded before I unlocked the door and let myself out. When I walked to my desk, I could barely think straight. All I could think about was sex. Brent wanted me. Brent had asked me to stay after work. He’d fingered me in the office, and it was only a taste of what was to come.

  Brent was going to fuck me.

  I couldn’t believe we had come this far. I tried to focus on my work, but it was hard to concentrate when my body was like a live wire, humming with sexual tension. I couldn’t get the feel of his hand on my pussy out of my mind, or the way he’d been so serious about it. It had been even hotter because he’d been so blasé when I had nearly fainted. I had whimpered and moaned and gasped as if it was my first time, and he had sat there, fingering me like it was the next order of business.

  Well, maybe it was.

  The phone rang, and I took a breath.

  “Welcome to DigiTech. This is Rena speaking. How can I help you?” I didn’t sound as breathy and worked up as I felt. Point for me. I connected the caller through to Brent’s offices and opened my email. When I glanced at the clock, there were still seven hours left of the workday before we would be alone.

  How the hell was I going to get through seven hours? I was so wet and horny, and I wanted Brent to come into my office and dominate me right now.

  Fuck.

  The two orgasms I’d had last night had been great, but it was nothing compared to what Brent would give me. I knew that. I could only imagine the satisfaction he would bring. Real sex and an orgasm from a man was so much better than getting myself off.

  And an orgasm with Brent? I was willing to stake my life on it that it would be the best thing I would ever experience.

  Chapter 6

  Brent

  The rest of Friday was a horny blur. I did my work with a hard-on in my pants and sex on my mind, and I couldn’t wait until it was home time for everyone in the office so Rena and I could be alone.

  Rena had surprised me. I hadn’t been sure if she would go through with this. I had taken a chance, and she’d seemed a little unsure about it when I’d called her in to tell her the rules of our game if she decided to play. I hadn’t been sure she would play.

  This morning, I had found her panties on my desk. Like a dirty old man, I sniffed them, and they smelled like her floral perfume. It had taken everything I had not to mar
ch out there and drag her into my office like a caveman to claim her.

  When I’d called her in, I asked her to stand next to me. I hadn’t been able to help myself; I had to have a taste. Her legs had been silky smooth, and when I’d pushed my fingers into her pussy, she had been so wet for me. She was ready to be fucked, and I was more than willing to oblige. I couldn’t get the feel of her bare pussy out of my mind. I could only imagine what it would be like to push my dick into her delicious center and give her what she obviously wanted.

  For years now, I had played the field. I found women who were willing to abide by my rules. It was about sex and nothing else because the moment it was about more, my money came into play. I never got attached to any of them, but I was willing to take a dirty fuck anytime. I hadn’t thought Rena was the type of woman to do something like this with me, but I was thrilled. And now that we had gone that far, I was excited to break the rules with her. What were rules for, if not to be broken?

  The day dragged on, and I forced myself to stop thinking about her and do my work. By some miracle, I managed. When my office door opened, the sun was starting to set, sinking closer and closer to the horizon. I glanced at the time. The floor would be empty by now. Rena stepped in, which confirmed that it was. She would have checked before coming in here. Still, she locked the door.

  Smart girl.

  Rena turned to me, and her face was riddled with lust. Her eyes filled with hunger when she stared at me, and she licked her lips slowly, seductively. Without saying a word, she slowly started to undress. She moved sensually, almost like it was a strip show and she heard music that was inaudible to me. First, she pulled the blouse out from the skirt she had it tucked into and undid the buttons one by one. She kept eye contact with me the whole time, peeling the blouse off her shoulders and dropping it on the ground, before taking slow steps toward me. Her bra was black mesh and see-through. Her nipples were dark and hard through the sheer material, and I stared without shame.