**Everyone is 18+ in this story**
Author’s Note: This is chapter 2, for details regarding prior events please read the first few chapters.
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“You’re a bold motherfucker!” Lace laughed after I recounted the events today. “What is wrong with you?” he nudged me playfully and I snickered. “I can’t believe you’d risk your job and your career for the sake of humiliating him,” he sighed, sipping his beer.
“I’m not risking shit. I’m not an idiot Lace. I know this fucker respects me, my work. He wouldn’t put up with my bull shit and give me as many opportunities if he didn’t. I’m just tired of him treating me the way he does,” I grumbled and he sighed.
“And Joe is interested in you? Seriously?” he muttered and I smiled, nodding as I sipped my whiskey.
“Surprising I know, I’m not even that hot,” I mused and he blushed, laughing as he hung his head.
“Cut me some slack Aria. No one knows about our relationship,” he mumbled and I snickered.
“And what is our relationship?” I demanded. He glanced at me with a cute smirk.
“One I thoroughly enjoy,” he insisted. I leaned over, grabbing the back of his head as I teased his lips with mine. He sighed happily, giving in to me as we kissed. “Can we play tonight?” he mumbled and I smiled.
“Are you asking, or begging?” I mused and he chuckled, licking his lips.
“Begging of course,” he muttered. I smiled, closing my eyes as I turned to drink some more of my whiskey.
We left the bar shortly after, heading to my apartment. I could feel his anticipation as we rode the elevator up. I unlocked my door and held it open for him. He smiled and stepped in, looking around as he kicked his shoes off.
“Still feels so much like you,” he glanced back at me and I smirked. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling his belt open and sliding it off him.
“And what do you like about me?” I mumbled, undoing the front of his pants. They slid down his hips slightly, the band of his briefs coming into view. I licked my lips, pushing his shirt up in the back as I pressed my hand against him.
“I like how assertive you are,” he started and I smiled, letting my fingers trail down his back. He trembled under my touch, taking a deep breath as I tucked my finger into the band of his briefs. I snapped them gently making him exhale sharply.
“You’re a fucking ass slut Lace, you know that?” I mused, working my hand into his briefs. My fingers trailed along his delicious ass, teasing his crack.
“Fuck, I know,” he panted as I continued to stroke the length of his ass, loving how twitchy he was getting. “Please. It’s been so long,” he huffed and I smirked.
“Do you remember how I like it?” I breathed. He simply nodded. “Be a good boy then,” I pulled my hand out and pat his ass before groping it happily. He whimpered, trembling again. I walked to my bedroom, dropping my stuff at the foot of my bed. I turned to my dresser and opened my drawer of trinkets. I grabbed a few fun little things and the lube bottle, biting my lip as I walked back out. He was standing in the living room, his hands in his pockets as they held his pants up.
“It smells like vanilla,” he glanced at me, his cheeks flushed as he eyed the toys in my arms.
“Kneel for me,” I commanded and he did without hesitation. I set the toys down on the coffee table and pulled my sweatshirt off. I worked the elastic out of my hair and crossed my arms, smirking as I stood in front of him. “You are always so eager,” I muttered, putting my foot up on his chest. I knocked him back with a shove, watching him collapse to the ground. I stepped toward him, lifting my right foot and pressing it against his crotch.
“Hnnngh,” he groaned, biting his hand as he panted. I smiled wickedly, pressing and rubbing my foot into his balls and dick. “Uhnn, hmmm, aeh!” he twitched and whimpered, his other hand clawing at the ground.
“You pervert, you like this?” I laughed, pulling my foot away to step on him again. It was a bit harder. His back arched, his neck straining as he cried out. I worked my toes around his tip, licking my lip as I snickered. “What’s this?” I teased, rubbing my big toe against his tip. His briefs were soaked already.
“Please!” he whimpered. I sighed, shoving my hands into my pockets as I stood between his legs. He was panting and twitching, his cock raging for some attention. I knelt down between his legs, grabbing is pants and pulling them down slightly. He gasped, blushing as he covered his face.
“Shy all of a sudden?” I reached up to push his shirt up, loving the way his body looked. Lace was a real lady’s man. I know he tried to keep up an image of this heterosexual, woman dominating heartthrob. Little did anyone know how happy he was being dominated by me. I walked my fingers up his stomach, letting them dance around his nipple before pinching and twisting it. He gasped, covering his mouth as his eyes met mine. I tugged on it, smiling as I watched him.
I knelt over him, my hair hanging down around us as I trailed my fingers along his abs. He whimpered and panted, his chest heaving with anticipation. I slid my fingers along the sides of his shaft, pressing my thumb against his sopping tip. He always had so much precum when he was excited. I continued to tease him through his briefs, watching him wriggle and writhe with his own pleasure. It was intoxicating.
“Stop covering you face,” I grumbled and he groaned, letting his hands rest on his chest.
“Yes m-m-ma’am,” he huffed, wiggling with need. I pushed my hand down further between his legs, feeling the curve of his ass. I pressed my fingers up against him gently, my palm massaging his balls as I fondled the entrance to his ass. The fabric of his briefs providing a tiny barrier between my fingers and his most private parts.
“This innocent act of yours is charming sometimes,” I muttered as he blushed, averting his gaze. “But tell me Lace, who asked for this?” I breathed.
“I did,” he sighed. I smirked.
“Who is a nasty little anal slut?” I chuckled. He bit his lip, closing his eyes as my fingers pressed his briefs into the first half inch of his tight asshole.
“Me! I am!” he huffed, clawing at his own chest as I worked to tease him. I pulled away, getting up and turning to the coffee table.
“On your knees,” I commanded, grabbing the vibrator with a smile. I heard him shuffle and smiled. I went to grab his pants and pull them down when he sighed.
“You’re being so mean today,” he muttered and I scowled. I grabbed his belt off the floor and slipped it over his head, sliding the end through the metal loop and pulling it tight. He gasped, his head tilting back as I tugged gently.
“The fuck did you just call me?” I demanded. He trembled, grasping at the belt as he gasped and whimpered. “I was planning on being nice, giving you what you so politely begged for. And you have the nerve to tell me I’m mean?” I continued.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
“Are you?” I leaned into him, pressing my pussy up against his ass. I let the belt go, pushing on his back. His chest and head pressed against the floor, his hands balled into fists. I pulled his pants down, and smirked. “Be a dear,” I reached with my right hand toward his face, my left pushing on his back as I ground my pussy against his ass. He whimpered as he sucked and licked at my fingers eagerly. I fingered his mouth, pinching and rubbing his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. He was sweating and heaving with excitement.
“Fuck yes, please!” he cried out as I pressed my fingers at his asshole. He relaxed as they eased in, stirring and prodding at his favorite spots. His legs struggled to spread because of his pants, his back arching to push his ass up and open. I pulled my hand away and grabbed the lube bottle, pouring some onto his ass. He inhaled sharply and then moaned as I massaged it around and inside of him. I grabbed the vibrator and licked my lips.
“Tell me, how badly do you need to be fucked?” I muttered, smiling as I worked the end of the vibrator between his asscheeks. He twitched and groaned, his hips bucking every time I’d tease his plucky little hole.
“So bad. I’m a dirty little anal slut for you madam!” he moaned. I shuddered, biting my lip as I watched the vibrator push into his ass. He stretched out magnificently, his moans guttural and curdling with pleasure and pain.
“That’s a good boy,” I breathed, working it in and out of him. He took the entire length in no time, my hand gripping it firmly as I flipped the switch. As soon as the vibrations started he howled with excitement. I held the back of his neck and head, leaning into him as I fucked his ass furiously. “Filthy fucking man whore. What would your girlfriend say if she knew you liked getting pounded in the ass?” I barked and he groaned.
“Fuck! She’d tell me I’m a nasty fucking perv,” he whimpered and I smiled.
“Isn’t this embarrassing?” I demanded, working the vibrator as I reached around his waist. My hand found his throbbing cock that was leaking with his excitement. I tilted the vibrator and he cried out, his cock jerking and stiffening as he came into my hand. “Filthy prick, cumming from taking it in the ass. Aren’t you ashamed?” I laughed happily, using his cum to start jerking him off.
“Uuuhnn, hnnng, ah, ah! Mmm,” he was twitching and whimpering as his cock grew hard again. I pulled away and smiled, watching the vibrator wiggle in his ass. “Please! Don’t leave me like this!” he begged. I turned and grabbed another, smaller vibrator.
“I bet you’d go fucking wild for another,” I snickered, turning the little vibrator on and teasing his balls with it.
“Oh fuck! Oh god! I’m gonna cum!” he groaned.
“Hold it in!” I commanded and he gasped, tensing and trembling. I eagerly shoved the vibrator into his ass, watching him stretch out even more. He cried out, reaching underneath himself. I sat back and saw him squeezing his dick hard, his thumbs pressed to his tip. “Oh my, oh this won’t do. You have to do better at holding it in on your own!” I sat down, putting my feet between his legs. I kicked his hands away and he gave in, groaning as he reached back and held his asscheeks open.
“Please! God please let me fucking cum, please!” he cried out and I smirked.
“I want to see if you can go for a minute, hold it in for a minute and I’ll reward you with a kiss,” I muttered, working my toes and feet along his shaft. He clenched his hands into fists, hitting the floor lightly as he pressed his forehead into it. He was groaning and gasping, his body shaking.
“It fucking hurts! I’m going to burst!” he cried out after some time.
“If you need to cum nothing is stopping you. You just won’t get your prize,” I giggled wickedly and he groaned. I dropped my feet, adjusting to my knees as I grabbed his pants and worked them off his legs. I leaned forward and grabbed his shaft with my hands, caressing him as I pressed my face into his balls and taint. I licked and sucked at him gingerly, coercing his aching cock to climax.
“Aaaah!” he cried out, shaking violently as I nibbled at his balls. I sucked them into my mouth, jerking his cock eagerly as my tongue lapped at his heavy sack. He groaned then, his hips heaving as he exploded all over himself. I pulled away, pushing him down onto the floor. He collapsed onto his side, panting. I noticed the cum all over my floor, his stomach, shirt, and even some on his face. “W-w-was that a minute?” he panted and I smirked.
“Yes,” I leaned over, grabbing his chin as I pressed my tongue into his mouth. He groaned, sucking at it eagerly, his lips pressed against mine as our tongues tangled and swirled. “On your back,” I breathed, pulling away. He whimpered and fell onto his back, still trembling. I pulled the vibrators out and turned them off, grabbing my strap on. I took my pants off, staying in my panties as I grabbed the lube and caressed the dildo hanging form my hips.
“Oh fuck me,” he groaned, his head falling back as he closed his eyes.
“I’m going to, don’t you fucking worry,” I laughed and he whimpered, pulling his shirt up to his mouth. He bit on it as I forced the dildo into his ass, watching him clench and twitch. I grabbed the back of his legs and pushed them back, using all of my weight to pound his ass.
“Oh yes! God yes! Fuuuck!” he groaned, grabbing his own legs and pulling them farther back and open. I smiled and held onto the back of his thighs as I leaned over him, throwing my weight into it as I relentlessly railed the fucking shit out of his ass. He was whimpering and wailing like a fucking girl, squealing with pleasure as he trembled.
“What are you?” I demanded and he groaned.
“A fucking anal slut!” he cried out. “A filthy fucking man whore who loves an ass pounding from his Queen!” he continued and I smiled. He was such a good, obedient little boy. I fucked him into oblivion, getting myself to cum twice before he finally exploded all over his own face. I grabbed his chin and pushed his head to the side, holding the dildo deep in his ass as I sucked and tongued his ear. He groaned, humping at the dildo as I worked my way to his neck. I started licking and nibbling all over it.
“You gonna cum again, you filthy fucking bitch?” I laughed, caressing his dick. It was still hard and throbbing. “What if I suck on your tongue?” I mused and he whimpered, his hips working against the dildo as I caressed his shaft.
“Please, fucking anything. Please!” he begged. I smiled and pressed my mouth against his. His lips parted instantly, his tongue eager for mine. I sucked on his tongue, practically fucking it with my mouth and tongue. My hand grabbed hold of his hair, pulling his head back as I shoved my tongue back toward his throat. I licked at his tongue and the sides of his cheek, teasing his teeth and the roof of his mouth. He was groaning and panting, his hips bucking excitedly now as we kissed passionately. I went back to sucking on his tongue, jerking his dick as he was fucking himself on my dildo.
“Cum for me,” I crooned and he groaned. I put my lips to his ear, sucking on it and licking at it as if it were his ass. He cried out, shaking violently as he erupted. “Such a good boy,” I purred, kissing his cheek before pulling away finally. He collapsed to the floor, covered in sweat and cum as he panted. I cleaned up, leaving him a hot fucking mess as I showered and changed into a tank top and shorts.
He was still just lying there when I came back out. He glanced at me and smiled. “It’s a shame you don’t want to date Aria,” he muttered and I chuckled.
“If I dated I couldn’t have my fun with you and still have a boyfriend,” I breathed. He sighed and got up slowly, groaning as he adjusted. “You still remember how to use my shower right?” I teased and he chuckled, nodding. “So have you told your girlfriend you like ass play?” I pressed and he sighed, getting up to collect his pants.
“No, she and I just started dating two months ago,” he admitted, glancing at me. I smiled, sitting down on the couch as I crossed my arms. “Will I ever get to see you naked?” he asked suddenly and I frowned.
“Go take a fucking shower,” I grumbled and he sighed, hanging his head as he walked off. “Damn prick needs to remember his place,” I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, scrolling through the channels as I heard him shower. He came back out, wearing a new shirt. I smirked at the wadded up fabric in his hand.
“Thanks for letting me stash some clothes here,” he chuckled and I shrugged. “Can I leave this shirt?” he gestured to the one in his hand and I nodded. He went to throw it in my washer in the closet, and sighed as he turned and leaned on the wall.
“Don’t you fucking dare bring up dating me again,” I warned and he chuckled, holding his hands up. “I like it this way. Besides, this is just a guilty pleasure for you,” I grumbled and he laughed.
“The fuck does that mean?” he demanded and I smirked.
“If you were my boyfriend it would get a lot worse,” I mused and he sighed, shaking his head. “Well go on, have a good night,” I waved toward the door. He walked over and I glanced at him curiously. He knelt down next to the couch and rested his chin on the arm as he pouted.
“Could your dirty little ass slut get a goodnight kiss?” he muttered.
“Don’t try to sweet talk me, prick!” I flicked his nose and he laughed, rubbing it. A stupid grin was plastered on his face. “Here,” I grabbed his chin, kissing him tenderly. We both moaned as our tongues tangled fervently. He sighed when I pulled away.
“Say the word Aria and I’d leave my girlfriend in a heartbeat,” he breathed.
“Go away,” I pushed his head, turning back to the TV. He got up and left without another word. What a fucking asshole, saying shit like that to me. Didn’t he understand I preferred it this way? That it had to be like this? He’d learn, or move on. Either way, I wasn’t going to be the one who got hurt.
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Monday morning came too soon, my alarm waking me up. I groaned and rolled out of bed, brushing my hair and my teeth. I pulled on some leggings and put on a cobalt blue oversized hoodie that had a sick graphic across the front and down one sleeve. It sat on me like a dress would, but was infinitely more comfortable. I grabbed my favorite leather boots. They had seen better days but I loved them. I had even taken the liberty of taking out the laces and replacing them with white ribbon. I thought it looked sick.
I put half my hair up into pig-tails, leaving hair hanging around my face like long bangs. I grabbed my headphones and let them hang around my neck as I collected my work stuff. I got in my car and drove to the office, stopping for coffee. I parked in the garage and went to the elevator, sipping my coffee and scrolling through my phone to check on my email notifications.
“Boo!” Lace grabbed my shoulders and I jumped, punching his chest. He laughed, rubbing it as he glanced at the elevator. It opened and I grumbled, walking in first.
“Hold it!” we heard someone cry out, Lace putting his hand on the door as Joe came into view, huffing as he stepped on and hunched over.
“You’re not fucking late dude, the hell’s the panic for?” I snickered and he smiled at me with a blush.
“Just wanted to catch the elevator with you guys! Sorry I missed drinks Friday,” he rubbed his arm uncomfortably and I smirked, glancing at Lace who blushed as he averted his gaze. He was embarrassed.
“No problem man. Aria and I hadn’t gotten drinks in a while, it was nice to catch up. My damn lady has me on near house arrest. I’m kind of regretting getting into this fucking relationship,” he mused and I snickered.
“That’s why I don’t date,” I breathed and Joe glanced at me curiously.
“I thought you said it was because of school,” he started and I nodded.
“My time and being in control of it is important to me. No way am I going to let some needy fucker try and demand any of it,” I grumbled and Lace chuckled.
“Please, I bet you would love to have someone beg for your attention and affection,” he started then and I licked my lip, staring at him evilly. He hesitated then, noticing my reaction as the blush on his face deepened.
“How would you know, huh?” I demanded, crossing my arms and he shrugged.
“A hunch,” he mumbled, Joe studying us curiously. The elevator doors opened and I walked out first, Joe following quickly as Lace trailed behind. We buzzed in, my eyes scanning the emails to see if any of my automations failed this morning. So far we were in great shape. I got to my desk and dropped my bag down, sighing as I started to get settled in for the day.
“Aria!” Lucas’ voice rang out and I flinched, trying not to slam my laptop down as I got up from my chair.
“‘Sup boss?” I demanded, crossing my arms as I turned to look back toward his office. He was walking over, looking pissed.
“You want to explain to me why the fuck I am getting phone calls all morning asking me about your applications to other companies?!” he demanded and I snickered.
“I told you I was looking for a new fucking job chief. You dense?” I demanded, pushing my finger into his forehead.
“Do not fuck around with me Aria,” he breathed, pushing it away.
“Or what?” I smirked, leaning on my right leg. My hip jutting slightly as I felt a coy giddiness come over me. “Do you think you have some power over me or something?” I started. He faltered, his composure slipping. “I think you seem to misunderstand the predicament we are in Lucas. You see my career does not ride on the success of this team. Yours does,” I jabbed my finger into his chest. He flinched, glaring at me as he worked to compose himself.
“You have some fucking nerve,” he grumbled quietly and I snickered.
“Figure out how to keep me around. Beg for it if it means that much to you,” I insisted wickedly, loving the blush on his cheeks. “Get on your damn knees and grovel for me to stay,” I pointed to the ground and he scowled, scoffing as he turned and stormed off. Lace was leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed as he smirked. I could read the look on his face from here. He was turned on and admiring me. That fucker. Goes two months without so much as a word to me out of the office, and now he’s obsessed with me? You fuck a guy good a few times and it’s like he can’t be with anyone else.
“You’ve got some massive fucking balls Aria,” Lace called out with a chuckle. I smiled and grabbed my crotch, humping the air crudely as I sucked on my middle finger before flipping him off. He shook his head, laughing as he leaned toward his desk and disappeared from my sight. I noticed Joe looking at me, a blush on his cheeks as I wiggled my fingers at him playfully. He smiled and disappeared into his desk as well. Today was going to be a long one, I could feel it.
A knock on my desk jolted me. I pulled my headphones off, pausing my music as I looked to see Lace leaning on my desk. “The fuck do you want?” I demanded and he smirked.
“Joe said he owed you lunch, and we were planning on going out,” he gestured over his shoulder as if that meant anything. I took a deep breath and glanced at my computer. “Your work can wait can’t it?” he insisted. I pursed my lips and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms as Joe came over then.
“Let’s go eat,” he smiled, waving his wallet. “On me, remember?” he mused. I sighed and pushed up then, grabbing my phone. I dropped my car keys into my desk, locking up and shutting my lap top as I pushed past them. “I pick the damn restaurant too,” I grumbled and they both chuckled. We got into the elevator. I leaned on the back wall, my hands in my front pocket as I chewed on my gum. My head rested back with my eyes closed.
“You seem stressed,” Joe observed and I snickered as I popped my gum, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.
“You don’t fucking say, Sherlock?” I breathed and he blushed, smiling as he chuckled. I smiled as well, closing my eyes with a sigh.
“Such a fucking bitch,” Lace grumbled and my head snapped up as I glared at him. He was staring at the doors, not even flinching. I jammed my heel into the top of his foot and he gasped, pulling away and hopping as he held it. “The fuck?!” he demanded.
“You’re an asshole!”
“You’re being a bitch!” he insisted. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as I glared at the doors.
“You two bicker like siblings!” Joe laughed and I threw my head back, snickering wickedly. Lace laughed, the sound muffled; he probably was covering his mouth. “What? What’s so funny?” Joe demanded and I sighed.
“Oh nothing,” I breathed, knowing full well Lace never wanted to admit to our fraternizing. Not even to his close friends. Not that Joe was a close friend by any means, but he certainly didn’t want anyone knowing.
“No, what the hell am I missing?” he demanded and I glanced at him, annoyed now.
“Do you have a right to know?” I countered and he gasped slightly, obviously shocked. The doors opened and I stepped out. They followed quietly as we walked out of the building and up a few blocks.
“Here? Seriously?” Lace demanded.
“You act like you have a choice in the matter. Do you ever get to pick?” I challenged, raising my eyebrow and he sighed. “It’s this or I go back to work,” I pointed toward the office and he sighed, turning to go into the restaurant. It was too easy. We all ordered, taking our numbers and sitting down at the small tables.
“When did you dye your hair white?” Joe asked me then as I sipped at my soda. I smirked and set it down, leaning back as I wiggled my legs.
“A few months ago. I was bored of the dark colors I had been dying it. It was a cool blue shifting black for some time, I went purple, and like a vibrant cobalt blue. Kind of like this hoodie,” I gestured to it and he nodded, seeming amazed.
“The purple was my favorite, at least before the white,” Lace breathed and I smirked. “The white looks pretty cool with your eyes,” he continued and I felt uncomfortable as he smiled at me.
“You have a fucking crush on me or some shit?” I demanded and he chuckled.
“Sorry, forgot I can’t be fucking nice to you,” he teased. I rolled my eyes and Joe sighed.
“I’d agree though. The white hair and your blue eyes look really cool,” he muttered.
“Wait until winter, her hair will be different by then,” Lace assured him and I scoffed. “Am I fucking wrong?” he laughed.
“I like the white. Feels good,” I shrugged. I noticed a young guy coming over with a big tray and smirked. He had to be fresh out of high school, maybe a sophomore in college at the oldest. He was blushing as he glanced at me. He looked like the kind of guy who was probably a star athlete in high school, but like that stereotypical nice guy. Who was also in the honors society or some bull shit. He just looked like the bashful for no reason type, and it was turning me on.
“Orders 13 and 14,” he gestured with the tray and I smiled, grabbing our number cards off the table to hand over. Joe and Lace took their food, the guy turned and smiled as he set my sub down. “I love the meatball subs here, it’s a classic. Makes me feel like I’m at my grandma’s house,” he muttered.
“I just really like how saucy and juicy the balls are,” I breathed, and he blushed, hugging the tray to himself. “Thanks Tyler,” I smiled as I read his nametag. He nodded, turning and hurrying off.
“What is wrong with you?” Lace laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
“God but he’s my fucking type for sure!” I insisted and Lace chuckled, shaking his head as he munched on his fries. Joe looked uneasy. “Sorry, should warn you. I actually filter myself in the fucking office,” I mused and he smirked.
“It gets worse?” he chuckled.
“Would you like to know?” I mused, reaching down to rub a meatball. I twirled my finger around it erotically, scooping up some cheese and slurping it into my mouth. I moaned happily, closing my eyes. They both were staring at me as they blushed.
“So why is he your type?” Joe muttered, clearing his throat as he went to take a bite out of his pizza. I giggled and admired the poor guy.
“I have a soft spot for men who are naturally weak, feeble, and shy. It’s such a fucking tease. God it drives me fucking wild,” I admitted and Lace snickered. I glanced at him and smiled. “Don’t get me wrong. I love a challenge too. Breaking a man can be the most fun,” I continued. Lace blushed, focusing on eating as Joe stared at me with intrigue and a bit of horror?
“Breaking a man?” he demanded quietly and I smiled, taking a bite of my sub.
“I like to dominate men Joe,” I admitted. He looked stunned. I took another bite of my sub, washing it down with my soda before sighing happily. “I like to hear a man whimper and beg for me to stop, but also to keep going. It’s so damn thrilling,” I confessed. His face was red as he processed that.
“How many men actually like that?” he demanded quietly and I snickered.
“So many. It’s like a drug. You try it once and you get hooked. Once I get my hands on a man they have a hard time letting me go,” I shrugged and he frowned. Lace was smiling though, amused as he kept eating. “That’s also why I don’t date. I like messing around. It’s more fun that way. And a lot fucking easier for me too,” I shrugged.
“Interesting,” Joe muttered. He glanced at Lace then, trying to see if he was uncomfortable. “Have you known?” he asked and Lace simply nodded.
“Lace here has known me for some time, huh?” I breathed, sneaking my foot up between his legs. He hesitated and glanced at me, a blush on his cheeks as he returned to eat. I teased his dick with my boot as I continued to eat. After a bit he adjusted, clearing his throat. I sighed and pulled my foot away.
“So why does Lucas hate you?” Joe asked me and I smirked.
“Because she’s a fucking handful. And she can’t be fired or replaced so she doesn’t care about being appropriate,” Lace breathed. I simply nodded, deciding to see how Joe was feeling. I reached my leg over to him, teasing at his thigh. He flinched and glanced at Lace as he blushed. But he let me continue. I worked my foot up to his crotch, rubbing him. He was way less composed than Lace, blushing and practically huffing. I pulled my foot away not enjoying how uncontrolled he was, at least in public.
“I think he also has some sexual frustration because of me too,” I snickered and they both coughed. “Imagine being a power hungry man who has to deal with a woman who is so fucking headstrong. I bet he’s just dying to make me submit to him,” I couldn’t get over how giddy that made me.
“You really seem to like that,” Joe muttered and I nodded.
“It’s so fucking fun. A rush, really. Little does he know,” I mused, glancing at Lace as he studied me.
“You’d fuck him wouldn’t you?” he breathed without hesitation.
“Yeah probably,” I shrugged and Joe gasped. “Come on Joe! Get with the damn program!” I laughed and he blushed, hanging his head. “I fuck a lot of guys, or have. It’s been a little lacking lately though. Probably why I’d stoop so low to fuck Lucas if given the chance,” I muttered. Lace chuckled and I glared at him.
“What’s causing the sudden dry spell?” he breathed, a bit too smug for my liking.
“My favorite play thing has been holding out on me like a fucking dick,” I admitted and he smirked. I wanted him to feel special, but didn’t want it getting to his head. He did have a weird place in my heart. Even if I had no plan to date him, I wanted to fuck him. Often.
“That’s gotta fucking suck,” he breathed and I shrugged.
“I get by. But haven’t found anything quite as fun,” I breathed, eating my sub some more. “I always wonder if he feels that way,” I mused then and Lace hesitated, staring at me quizzically. “If he feels like nothing compares to me,” I shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy with my sudden vulnerability.
“Why would that matter?” Joe asked, completely oblivious still.
“Because I have a fucking ego to maintain Joe. I gotta know if I’m the only one who can rock that man’s world. It’s petty and stupid, but I take pride in that kind of feeling,” I admitted and he smirked.
“Like how you take pride in being the best programmer on the team?” Joe offered and I nodded. We finished eating and headed back toward the office. We were walking near the elevator and I hesitated.
“Oh Lace, I picked up that package for you,” I started and he hesitated, looking confused. “It’s at my car, do you want to take it now? We can cram it into your trunk now. Or do you really want to wait until after work when we’re too damn tired?!” I continued and he gasped, blushing as he glanced at Joe.
“I can help,” Joe offered and I shook my head.
“No, two man job really. Besides it’s also a bit personal for Lace,” I breathed. He sighed heavily and Joe chuckled.
“Alright, I’ll see you guys back upstairs,” he turned and left. I went to my car immediately, Lace following behind without so much as a word. There were no security cameras, no people around either. I was happy I had a compact car. I could park in the corner of the garage most days and that meant we had a private area to ourselves.
“Get in,” I pulled the door open, pointing to the back seat. He obliged immediately. I reached around and undid his pants, pulling them down. My hand caressed his dick and I snickered. “How long have you been throbbing like this?” I teased, my thumb touching his tip as I caressed his ass too.
“So fucking long,” he whimpered. “You’ve had me worked up,” he huffed.
“Bend over real good for me,” I muttered and he did. “If you need to cum, cum in your fucking hands,” I snipped and he simply nodded with a soft groan. I let his dick go, grabbing his ass and pushing his cheeks apart. His hole puckered and twitched as my thumbs brushed up against it.
“Yes! Oh fuck please!” he huffed as I massaged his tight little hole happily. I pushed his pants down more, pressing my face between his thighs to suck and lick at his balls. I ran my tongue up along his taint and toward his asshole. He trembled and moaned for me.
“This ass is mine,” I breathed, spanking him lightly. He nodded excitedly, actually wiggling his hips at me. “Say it!” I grabbed his ass roughly, pushing it apart.
“This fucking ass is yours!” he was trying to be quiet. I looked around, making sure no one was near before leaning down and pressing my lips and tongue to his quivering hole. I massaged and teased him with my tongue and thumbs, really working his sensitive areas. I pressed one hand against his taint, my fingers working at his balls, the other pressed against the top of his ass as I worked both my thumbs into him. I tried to pull him open to force my tongue into him too. I just wanted to cram everything I could inside of him.
He was moaning and whimpering, I could feel his balls tossing around as he stroked himself. After some time of this torture I pulled away and happily shoved two fingers into him, my other hand still teasing his taint and balls. “Don’t forget to thank me, you dirty slut!” I snickered and he groaned.
“Fuck, thank you! Oh I’m gonna fucking cum,” he moaned. I looked around again, just scanning as I continued to work his ass and balls aggressively. “Aaah, mmm, hnnguuh, uh, uuuh, mmmm!” he was really getting into it, panting as I worked him over.
“Cum for me,” I breathed, biting his ass. He groaned and shook violently. It was like my permission was enough to push him over the edge. He bucked his hips as he tensed and whimpered. When he calmed down I pulled my hands away. He pulled his pants up with one hand as he flipped over, the other holding his cum.
“The fuck do I do with this?” he grumbled, gesturing with his hand and I smirked.
“Eat up,” I grabbed his wrist, pushing it toward his face. He looked mortified. “Do this for me, and I’ll grant one wish of yours,” I whispered and he blushed as his eyes went wide. “Anything except you getting to put your dick in me,” I clarified and he nodded, still blushing as he glanced at his hand.
“One wish? No matter what as long as I’m not putting my dick in you?” he insisted quietly and I nodded. He smirked and guzzled his cum. I smiled, grabbing his hand and licking the rest of it off. He had some on his lips too. I licked and sucked that up, leaning onto my knee between his leg as I grabbed his hair. Our lips parted as our tongues tangled. We always had such great fucking chemistry. It was addicting. I hadn’t realized how much I enjoyed him until I didn’t have him for nearly two months.
“Come on, let’s get back to work,” I pulled away. He nodded, looking very pleased as we adjusted ourselves. I went to the woman’s room to wash my hands and face thoroughly. I’m sure he did the same.
*** Please let me know if you want a Chapter 3 ***