Weeks passed since my last run-in with Jeremy, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say that he was doing this on purpose. I had to admit, it kept me on edge...and if I were to be perfectly honest, the whole situation turned me on just as much as it repulsed me. I'd catch the occasional glimpse of Candice around the office, but she was always on her way somewhere else, which suited me just fine. I didn’t mind avoiding interaction with her. I had to think of my next move, and I didn’t need anything messing up my plans. Unfortunately, I didn’t even have any plans in action, but I figured I’d cross that bridge when I got there.
On one hand, it would have been only too easy to give in to Jeremy. It wasn't all bad, but I knew I had to look at the bigger picture. He'd already called my bluff once, but that was my fault. I showed my hand way too soon. Lesson learned. Still, there was no need for me to kick myself at this point, the damage was long done. Instead, I concentrated on keeping my head down and myself out of trouble. And I also started paying more attention to my coworkers. Something told me to keep my ear to the ground, and I did. At first, I didn’t notice anything of interest, but you know what they say about those who wait. It all happened so suddenly that I wasn’t even aware of the gem that had fallen into my lap.
Andy, the village idiot, had sent an email regarding some new sponsor. I’d been tipped off days ago, but I didn’t have the patience to engage with him and opted to wait for him to come to me. I skimmed the email, more so to waste time than out of any real concern, as I knew what my answer was going to be, until something caught my eye.
An unfamiliar email address was copied, and the nosy part of me wanted to know who and why. It was an odd-looking domain name, innovation X, and it definitely wasn't any of the sponsors that I could think of off the top of my head. This made me reread the email, and a few things stood out to me. Taking a mental note, I typed a half-assed reply and sent the email. Rolling my eyes, I made to take a sip of my earl gray tea when I heard my name being called.
“Ilana?” My skin crawled when I recognized the voice. Jeremy. Fuck. “May I have a quick word?”
I could have ignored him, pretended that I was so wrapped up with petty marketing issues and irritating sponsors that I didn’t hear him call me, but something deep down forced me out of my seat and towards his office. I walked in wordlessly; Jeremy’s back was to me as he shuffled back to his desk.
“Ah, there you are,” he said pleasantly. “You mind closing the door behind you?” I nodded, quietly shutting the door, and sat in the plush chair facing my boss. There was a tiny pause where our eyes met, and my first instinct told me to not lower my gaze.
"Was there something you needed, Jeremy?" I said in an even tone that surprised me, since my nerves were shot. "I was in the middle of some work just now." Hoping that he wouldn't call my bluff, I stood firm.
“Well what do you know, I have some more for you.” His tone was so jovial, so irritatingly calm, that for a split second I was disarmed. A split second too late. I can only assume that he sensed my hesitation and pause, and the smile that spread across his face was a dead giveaway.
Standing up, I saw the growing bulge in his pants and my heart quickened. Without breaking eye contact, his left hand idly rubbed the front of his slacks, and I knew what was coming. Struggling to control my breathing, so as not to make my nervousness too apparent, I stood perfectly still, defiant.
"Ilana, don't you want to get on with the task at hand?" Again, that same offhand tone was so disarming. I managed to give him a small smile, not wanting to let on how I really felt. Clearing my throat to buy myself an extra second, I gave my best smirk.
"And how do you suggest I best...tackle this, Jeremy?"
He let out a hearty guffaw, and I saw the bulge jiggle slightly. Deep down, I was turned on and amazed, just as much as I was disgusted by this man. But time was of the essence, so I stepped daintily around his desk, getting as close as I could to him. He didn't even flinch, the bastard, even though I was so close that I could smell the Blistex on his lips. My hand lightly grazed the front of his pants, and I stared Jeremy straight in the eye.
Yanking down his zipper, I maintained eye contact as I stroked the warm flesh that emerged, newly freed.
"You know what, let me be a proactive employee today, hm?" Not waiting for a response, I sank to my knees. Unexpectedly, the phrase "music soothes the savage beast" came to mind, and my mouth watered. With the tip of my tongue, I barely touched the tip of his cock, tasting the precum that was there. I pulled my tongue back momentarily, and a string of liquid kept me attached to his member. Engulfing him again, I slid down as far as I could and pulled in my cheeks a little. He groaned slightly, the greedy fucker, and I managed to conjure up a moan myself, knowing that he'd feel the vibration.
I was right, and he jerked briefly, his hand gripping his desk to steady himself. I repeatedly licked the length of his shaft, keeping him at the edge without quite giving him what he wanted until I felt his hand grab my hair, which I had foolishly left loose.
"Open your mouth," he gasped. "And stay still." Wordlessly, I obeyed, striving to portray the docile slut, and Jeremy buried himself to the hilt in my mouth. I knew it was coming, so I prepared myself for it as he roughly fucked my mouth. My mouth was stretched open comically, and tears beaded in the corners of my eyes, and still, I didn’t resist.
The fact that I didn't gag must have stirred something deep in him, because his movements became more erratic and harsh. Without warning, he pulled away from me, releasing his grip so quickly that I stumbled backwards. I fell onto the cheap office carpet with a muffled thump, but jumped back up immediately.
"That hot mouth of yours is really something, but I have something better in mind." Grabbing me by my arm in one smooth motion, he turned me around and bent me over his desk, my face pressed into the cold mahogany wood. I felt his hands fumble around until they found the buttons on the front of my light gray slacks, the sound of a seam starting to rip, and then, the sensation of the fabric sliding against my skin as it fell away.
Holding me down with one hand, I heard a flurry of movement as Jeremy seized his cock and slapped it furiously against my ass. I moaned and tried to wriggle against him, but his grip was too strong. “Fuck,” he gasped, before sliding into my ass and holding still. “Fuck!” he growled, louder this time, as he came, tightening his grip.
I had to catch my breath, but I stood up before I was ready. Unsteady on my feet, I hurriedly got myself together. I had no idea how long I’d been in Jeremy’s office, but I didn’t want to be missed by any of the office gossip mills.
“This was quite productive,” I smirked, attempting to sound offhand and nonchalant. “But I’d better get back to my desk, and we can circle back to this? That is if you need me to.” Jeremy chuckled appreciatively, and inside I sighed with relief. As long as he wasn’t on guard, he’d be malleable and therefore, bearable.
“I’ll let you know.” Waving me off, dismissively, it was all I could do to not run out of there.