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Angela was wound tight.
Like a spring trap about to snap. A snake about to strike. A whip about to crack.
As she sat in the meeting that had droned on and on far longer than it should have, she couldn’t help but focus on her fiery mood that was becoming more and more enflamed with each passing minute. Angela was entirely frustrated in a variety of ways for a multitude of reasons, and under the intense stare of her boss, the heat in the pit of her stomach continued to simmer.
The frustration from her job started the moment she walked into her building, already late, to her great annoyance, just to be stopped from progressing to the elevators by security.
“Sorry, Ms. Giarratana, I can’t let you in.”
“But, Brennan,” she whined, “we see each other every day. You know who I am! Can’t you let it slide just this once? I’m already late!”
“No can do, Ms. Giarratana. Rules are rules, even for executives.”
“Fine,” Angela grumbled as she stomped out of the building and back to her car where she had accidentally left her badge. She quickly opened her door and leaned across her seat to grab her badge from the cupholder before straightening back up and smoothing her perfectly pressed pencil skirt and button-up blouse back into place. She neatly clipped the badge on the waistband of her skirt right above her right hip, standing out against the crisp white of her blouse where it was tucked in.
She raced back to the front doors of the massive building from the parking garage, her heels sharply pounding on the pavement. As she rushed towards the elevators, she extended the badge attached to the retractable clip and held it up while she waved to Brennan. He smiled and waved back, and she heard a cheery have a nice day, Ms. Giarratana fade in the distance as her heels clicked across the marble floor of the lobby. An elevator arrived quickly, and she pressed the button for the top floor and pressed the close door button several times impatiently.
Once the doors closed and the elevator started moving, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before beginning to go over all that she needed to do before the week’s last meeting. Luckily, she completed her reports yesterday afternoon, so she really only needed to proof them one more time and brief her accounting team on what she would be presenting at the meeting. Then that afternoon, all that she would need to do was respond to some emails and return some calls to a few of their cooperating companies before she could finally retreat home to her wife. They were both busy professionals, and after a what has been an entirely taxing week for both of them, Angela couldn’t wait to get the alone time with her wife that she so desperately craved.
The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open at the top floor. Angela checked the time as she stepped off. She had just under an hour and a half until the meeting. I think I have time to run to the break room for a cup of coffee, she thought with a pleased smile as she politely nodded in greeting to those she passed on the way to her office.
She opened her door and moved around her desk, glad that her easy Friday could finally commence. She placed her purse in her chair and turned on her laptop so it could warm up while she made a quick trip to the break room, then started moving back around her desk to the door, where her dreams were cruelly dashed. Right as she got to the door, she was stopped by a frantic looking Chanse, one of her team members.
“Angela! Where have you been? Have you checked your email? How are we going to fix this,” he quickly moved past her to set his laptop on the edge of her desk while he quick fired the questions at her.
“What? No,” Angela stopped mid-stride, trying to catch up and make sense of Chanse’s surprise interrogation, her brows furrowing with worry. “What are you talking about?” She quickly moved back to her seat and tried to open her browser, silently begging the small, blue loading circle to stop spinning and to move faster.
“Well first,” Chanse started while furiously typing, “Ian royally fucked up his numbers for this month. He forgot to include two major accounts on his budget report, and they weren’t cheap accounts either. That messed up his report and the logistics team’s report. Shayne sent us their updated numbers only half an hour ago because Ian didn’t catch his mistake until the middle of the night,” Chanse huffed and rolled his eyes with annoyance. “We have to fix our reports and make sure the results are reflected in our presentation. And on top of that,” Chanse finally stopped typing and looked up at her, a crease in his brows, “Ms. Lehan-Canto asked us to present our next quarterly projections at the meeting.”
“Aman-,” she stuttered, “What? She asked us to do what?”
Chanse nodded emphatically and raised his eyebrows to drive home just how fucked they were. “Yes. She sent the email this morning at 7:30.”
Angela’s inbox finally came on screen, and there, at the bottom of her unread folder, one of the first emails she had received today, was an email from Amanda Lehan-Canto, the Chief Executive Officer of Chosen Transatlantic Shipping Corporation.
RE: Third Quarter Accounting Projections
7:32AM
From: LehanCanto, Amanda
To: Giarratana, Angela; McCrary, Chanse; Tran, Alex… +3 Others
Good morning, Accountings Team.
At today's meeting at 10:00AM, we will be going over the monthly and weekly reports from all six departments so we can get a prognosis of cost for our immediate future, then we can start planning ahead.
That being said, before we begin planning for our upcoming ventures at the end of the meeting, I would like you to present the projections for accounts and spending going into the third quarter. This will give us a greater understanding of where we have some money to spend and where we should cut back.
Looking forward to it. I’ll see you at 10:00.
Thanks,
Amanda Lehan-Canto
Chief Executive Officer
Chosen Transatlantic Shipping Corporation
“What,” Angela exclaimed. “We’re only a month into the second quarter! And this usually takes me two or three days to put together! Now she’s only giving us a two-and-a-half-hour notice?”
“Well, now it’s an hour aaannd,” Chanse drew out the word as he checked his watch, “eighteen minutes.”
Angela sighed and put her elbows on the desk, rubbing her face before pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. She knew Amanda did this on purpose. It was some kind of test, or maybe she got some kind of sick pleasure from throwing Angela into a panic. Whatever the reason was, it was now Angela’s problem to solve. The mild frustration she had experienced throughout the morning was building, twisting in her gut and had her blood simmering just beneath the surface. Finally, after a few deep breaths, she let out the last one with another sigh and began forming a plan of attack.
“Chanse, please update our weekly and monthly reports with the new numbers from Ian and Shayne. Make sure they reflect the subtraction from acquisitions, so it accurately shows the spending coming from Ian and his team. Have Bailey work with you to update our slides for the presentation while you do that. Please have Alex pull up the template for quarterly projections and start updating it for the upcoming quarter, then he and Kiana need to start plugging in all the information we currently have from this quarter so we can make the graph. Tell them once they’re ready for new numbers to come to my office. Then, please ask Trevor to come help me with crunching some numbers after he gets me a cup of coffee… Please… One cream, two sugars.”
Chanse quickly typed all of Angela’s instructions in the to-do list on his inbox as she spoke. She pinched the bridge of her nose again while closing her eyes and taking another deep breath, the sounds of typing grounding her and keeping her from losing it.
“Got it,” he said after a few more seconds, shutting his laptop with a soft click. He stood and made his way around the desk, placing a comforting hand on her left shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “Don’t worry. We’re going to make it happen.”
She took her hands from her face, using the right one to reach across her body and squeeze his fingers on her shoulder while she looked up at him and smiled warily. “Thanks, Chanse,” she said softly, and with one more sigh, she tossed her hair back with a flip of her head, straightened her back, and squared her shoulders. “Let’s get started.’
With only four minutes left to spare, Angela and her team were able to scrape together all the information they needed to update both the weekly and monthly reports and the additional quarterly presentation they were assigned this morning. On the way out the door to the meeting, Angela caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of her windows. Her hair was mussed from running her hands through it so frequently, and her shirt was not nearly as pristine as it was when she arrived. She would not walk into that meeting looking a mess. She’s sure that’s what Amanda is expecting, and she refused to give Amanda the satisfaction of seeing her any less than poised and polished. So, she stopped in the bathroom on the way to the conference room.
What she saw in the mirror shocked her. Her hair was beyond disheveled, her skirt was uneven, her shirt had become partially untucked, and, most noticeably, her cheeks and chest were extremely flushed. She rushed to wet a few paper towels with cold water before holding them to her right cheek for a few seconds, then her left, before sliding the cool paper towels down to her chest, all while breathing deeply with her eyes closed. They will not see that they rattled me. She opened her eyes and leveled herself with a cold gaze in the mirror, using the frustration in her chest to steel her nerves. Feeling more empowered already, she threw the towels away, fixed her hair, and smoothed out her clothes, tucking the shirt in with precision. She took one more look at herself in the mirror, finally pleased with her appearance, and braced herself for the meeting.
She left the bathroom, grateful that Chanse had waited on her, and they rushed to the conference room. They walked through the door right at 10:00, and everyone who was supposed to be there was already seated, and they all turned to see them come in.
“Finally,” a voice rose above the chatter, which immediately died down. “Nice of you to join us Ms. Giarratana.” Angela’s eyes were drawn to the speaker, Ms. Amanda Lehan-Canto, whose piercing gaze seemed to stare right into Angela’s soul. She was sitting at the head of the long table, but her chair was pushed way back, unlike everyone else, almost as if to say, I don’t need to take notes like the rest of you. Her dark gray suit was perfectly tailored to her exquisite form and was pressed within an inch of its life. The black shirt beneath her jacket clung to her curves like ivy clings to a wall. Her raven hair fell in waves past her shoulders, perfectly coifed, not a hair out of place. Her bronze skin, absolutely radiant, was a stark contrast from this dull meeting room. She was leaned back in her seat, one leg perfectly placed over her other knee, one arm using the armrest while the connecting hand delicately held up her head with three fingers. Her posture and her steely glare clearly said one thing: I’m tired of waiting. Amanda began repositioning, and Angela’s focus followed her movements out of habit. She watched as Amanda lifted her head from her hand and how the hand moved to tangle with the other against her shapely thigh, and Angela’s gaze followed down her leg where it was slung over the other to see a foot in gorgeous, black Louboutins tapping in impatience. Ms. Lehan-Canto loudly cleared her throat and Angela’s eyes snapped back to her face; one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised like she knew what Angela was looking at. “We can finally begin.”
The sharp comment snapped Angela out of her CEO-induced trance, and she and Chanse quickly moved from the doorway and around the table to their seats. They rushed to quietly get settled, reopening their laptops, situating their note pads, and picking up the agenda while Mr. Padilla, the COO, began the meeting.
After the stress of the morning, the meeting had passed by with surprising ease. Every department presented their weekly and monthly reports quickly, and while there were a couple of issues from other departments, ahem Ian, they were fortunately easily fixable. Angela had just wrapped up her surprise quarterly projections presentation, and it took some time, but that was expected. She was very thorough, and she thanked her lucky stars that when she asked for questions at the end, no one had any.
“Thank you, Ms. Giarratana,” Amanda said, still leveling Angela with an unwavering stare. Angela gave a small nod and retreated back to her seat. “Now let’s move on to the final portion of our meeting. Our profits are down by 3.2% this quarter, and I want us to regain that 3.2%, if not more, in the next quarter. Let’s discuss what we can do moving forward to increase our profits.”
“Well,” Courtney Miller, the quality specialist, started, “the margin is so small. Can we pinpoint exactly where the decrease came from?”
As the CFO, this conversation was right in Angela’s wheelhouse. “Yes, actually. The numbers suggest that one of the newest corporations the acquisitions team signed is costing more money than the others to operate.”
“Wait a second, Angela,” Ian interjected. “That’s true, but everyone knows that the sign-on and developments are a process. It’ll eventually fix itself, we just need some time. Now… will you go back to that slide? The one with the graph of all the departments spending?”
Angela went back a few slides to the most recent annual spending for all six departments. It was a bar graph that showed the most current annual funds for each department and the funds from the previous year right next to it to show any changes.
“There,” Ian exclaimed and pointed. “Right there! Why is it, Angela,” he said turning his cold gaze to hers, “that everyone’s budgets are so similar to the previous years, but yours went way up?”
“Excuse me,” Angela squinted at Ian, surprised by the outright accusation.
“Look at it,” he said, pointing to the screen again. “You’re the one that put it up there! Your bar is significantly taller than the rest of ours. The decrease in profit isn’t because my team is acquiring other corporations, it’s because you added another person to your team!”
His logic wasn’t adding up. A profit decrease came from any profitable investments, not inhouse spending like salaries, stocks, and… It all clicked for Angela then. Ian was still mad that Angela had been approved to hire another team member, and his request had been denied. He didn’t actually know or care about the logistics, he just wanted to bring attention to the fact that she was spending more than the rest of them due to an additional person. The frustration from this morning that had started to wane during the meeting quickly came back with a vengeance.
“That’s not how…,” Angela started, but was quickly interrupted again by Ian.
“Do you really even need another person?”
Angela felt her cheeks flush at the indignation. Felt the heat move from her chest throughout her entire body, boiling her blood. “I wouldn’t need another person if I didn’t have to fix your stupid mistakes,” she hissed.
This was probably the wrong thing to say, unprofessional and immature, and it unleashed an argument across the entire table. Angela was forced to deflect and defend at every turn, and with each justification she declared, she became angrier and angrier. She kept looking to Amanda all throughout the debate hoping she would put an end to it, knowing she would if only she wanted to, but instead, she sat infuriatingly silent. As Angela continued her argument, Amanda never wavered her intense gaze from Angela, and the more heated Angela became, the darker and hungrier Amanda’s stare became. It reminded Angela of what started everything this morning…
Angela slowly awoke from a deep slumber to the feeling of hot, wet kisses being slowly and deliberately placed on her cheek and down the column of her throat. Angela inhaled deeply as each kiss pulled her further from sleep. The delicious scent of her wife’s perfume wrapped around her, intoxicating her like a drug.
“Hmmm,” Angela sighed, and craned her face away, granting her wife better access to her neck so she could continue the heavenly movement. She felt more than heard the low chuckle rumble from her wife’s chest and vibrate from her lips and onto Angela’s throat.
Her wife continued her ministrations along her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping all the way down and across her collar bone and back up to her earlobe, over and over. Meanwhile, her hand grazed along the hem of Angela’s tank top before she slowly moved her hand beneath the garment, grazing her fingers tantalizingly up her stomach to her chest. She finally grabbed a handful of Angela’s breast and palmed the flesh roughly.
Heat coursed through Angela’s veins, landing solidly between her thighs, causing her to gasp loudly. Seizing the opportunity, her wife moved to hover over her, leaning down for a searing kiss, her tongue finding its home in Angela’s open mouth, leisurely tangling her tongue with Angela’s own. Angela moaned into the kiss, letting herself go and enjoying the affection from a beautiful woman.
Her wife’s hand moved to her other breast, her fingertips barely swirling around her sensitive, hardened nipple, teasing and almost frustrating. Finally, she took the stiff peak between her thumb and forefinger to give a firm tug, pulling a high-pitched cry from Angela’s lips. Angela squeezed her thighs together, feeling the wetness from her cunt paint the inside of her underwear. As her wife resumed kissing her neck and kneading her breasts, Angela began involuntarily rocking her hips in shallow movements, searching for friction to aid with the tension coiling tight in her gut.
“Jesus, Ange… You look so beautiful like this, baby,” her wife whispered in her ear. Her hot breath started coming in short pants against Angela’s ear, and just hearing that her wife is as turned on as she is made her whine with impatience. She slowly opened her eyes and looked into her wife’s hungry stare inches from her face.
“It’s been so hard this week to keep my hands off you,” she started grazing her fingers back down Angela’s stomach, looking deep in her eyes. “Coming home in clothes that I wanted to rip off with my teeth…,” she chuckled darkly, and her hand slipped under the waistband of Angela’s panties. “Just to sit down at the table and go back to work,” she growled, and as she complained, she finally moved her fingers through Angela’s folds, making contact with her clit. Angela cried out at the contact, and her wife watched as she threw her head back and slammed her eyes shut again. Her hips bucked at the sensation of wet fingers sliding across her nerves.
It was true. They had both had incredibly busy weeks, and apart from a kiss goodnight or good morning, they hadn’t had a lot of time this week to be together. But if her wife kept up this heavenly movement, Angela would make it up to her. Tenfold.
The movement on her clit remained slow and frustrating. Angela tried to move her hips to encourage her wife to go faster, but she just pressed her own hips into Angela’s to keep her still and tsked at her impatience.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” she whispered before licking a long stripe up from the base of her throat to her ear.
“Yes… please,” Angela begged, trying to buck her hips up once again.
“I’ll show you what you’ve been missing…,” and suddenly the movement stopped completely.
“Later today,” she spoke at a normal volume and quickly removed her hand from her underwear, like she hadn’t been working Angela up to a state of frenzy. Angela’s eyes flew open in surprise. Her wife gave her a quick peck on her cheek and quickly got out of their bed.
Angela watched, wide-eyed and in shock, as her wife began to slip on her heels. “Right now, I’ve got to get to work. There’s some stuff I need to take care of before everyone else gets there.” She picked up her suit jacket from where it was draped across one of their accent chairs and started slipping it on as she moved back towards Angela’s side of the bed. “I’ll see you later, babe. I love you,” she said before giving Angela a peck on the lips before making her way to the door. “Have a great day,” she said with a bright smile and a wave.
Her wife left the room, leaving Angela in shock and incredibly sexually frustrated. She let her head fall back on the pillow with a soft woomph and closed her eyes again. She sighed heavily and began quietly grumbling her frustrations as she slowly got up and made herself get ready.
“That’s enough,” Amanda called out, bringing Angela out of her reverie and an immediate silence to the argument she had allowed to go on. Her gaze still remained on Angela, completely unwavering, making Angela feel small compared to the statuesque woman. Angela watched as her forefinger started tapping in slow annoyance against her thigh as she thought. “Maybe Ian has a point.”
Anger rose in Angela’s chest yet again. “Now hold on just one seco-,” Angela immediately came to a stop when Amanda raised her hand and darkened her gaze.
“But that’s enough for today. I need think about some things, and,” she paused, looking at her watch, “we’re well into lunch time.” She turned her gaze back to Angela and said, “Ms. Giarratana, you can defend your extra team member directly to me. Gather your evidence and come see me in my office. Today. Four o’clock.” She finally removed her piercing gaze from Angela and addressed the room, “meeting adjourned.”
Angela, jaw slack with surprise at the turn of events, watched as Amanda quickly stood and slid out the door closest to her. Angela stood to follow her, to ask her why she didn’t stand up for her when she was the one that approved an extra team member. But she was stopped when Chanse appeared in her vision.
“Ange… What the hell was that? What’re you gonna do?”
“I don’t- I don’t know,” she said, trying to look around him to see which way Amanda was going. “I’m going to fix this,” she said, quickly gathering her things, “I promise.”
She rushed to get out of the room, having to dodge the other people still having their own discussions. She raced out the door, looking every direction for Amanda, but she didn’t see her, so she quickly made her way all the way across the floor to her office. The great mahogany walls standing like an imposing castle. She went to knock on her door, but her assistant, typing away at his computer a few yards away stopped her.
“She’s out to lunch,” Spencer said. “She texted me that she had an errand to run.”
“Great,” she sighed to herself before turning around. “Thanks, Spence,” she said as she walked back to sulk in her office. She’d just have to wait.
Angela bided her time grumbling to herself and gathering evidence that she indeed needed the extra teammate that Amanda had already approved. This whole situation was so annoying. She just wanted to go home to her wife and pick up where they had left off this morning. The sharp edge of frustration that had lodged itself in the pit of her stomach continued to simmer and burn the entire afternoon.
Angela watched as the clock ticked by, waiting impatiently for her meeting with Amanda. Finally, at 3:55 she’d had enough of waiting and gathered her documents in a file folder and started making her way across the floor to the farthest office in the back corner. She’d just be a little early.
As Angela got closer to the office, she admired the beautifully crafted wooden walls built like a fortress. No windows or glass, almost like it was made to keep people out, or maybe in. Angela recalled when Amanda had remodeled her office just a few months after Angela started her job here five years ago. Amanda had taken such care with the remodel to make everything to her exact specifications, and the room exuded style and strength.
Right as she got to the door, she noticed something; Spencer, her assistant, wasn’t there. He was always here when Amanda’s working. Hmm, that’s odd, she thought as she brought her hand up to knock.
She waited patiently for a few moments before Amanda opened the door, stood partially behind it, and gestured for her to come in. “Ms. Giarratana. Thank you for coming to see me. Please, have a seat.”
Angela walked in with a purpose and sat in one of the seats in front of Amanda’s desk, eager to get this over with. Strangely enough, she heard the sound of clothing being taken off, and she almost turned around when Amanda came back into view, and Angela saw that Amanda had taken off her suit jacket and draped it over her arm in front of her torso. Amanda walked around the desk to her seat and stood behind it before carefully draping her jacket over the back of it before turning it around and sitting carefully. She then turned the chair back around to face Angela.
Angela thought that Amanda almost looked regal in her throne-like chair. Her back was straight but leaned against the back of her chair, her chin was held high, both arms placed carefully on the arm rests with her hands hanging over the edges, and her legs, usually crossed, laid open, shoulder-width apart. And her eyes… still dark and piercing with an edge of hunger like they were this morning. Her posture exuded confidence and power. It made Angela’s throat go dry.
“Now, Ms. Giarratana, please remind me why we’re here. I’ve had a somewhat… distracting afternoon,” Amanda started, her unwavering gaze staring holes through Angela’s body.
Angela swallowed before responding, “we’re discussing the value of my additional teammate that was debated in the meeting this morning. I’ve put together some documents that prove what an asset Bailey is to my team.” Angela scooted forward slightly in her seat and leaned forward, holding the folder across the table for Amanda to take.
Amanda’s gaze dropped down to Angela’s chest as she leaned forward before looking back up into her eyes. She lifted her hand and tapped the desk in front of her sharply twice, indicating Angela to place the folder there. Angela just barely resisted rolling her eyes and stood to lean over the desk and put the folder down. As she placed the folder in front of Amanda, something caught her eye, and she glanced down. What Angela saw made her eyes widen and heat rush up her chest all the way to the tips of her ear.
With Amanda’s legs spread apart, it was very easy to see a prominent bulge pressed against the seam of her pants. Amanda was packing. Angela let her eyes linger on the bulge in Amanda’s pants, subconsciously licking her lips, before slowly sliding her eyes back up Amanda’s body to her eyes. Once her gaze landed on Amanda’s face, there was a slight smirk on the corner of her lip and Angela knew that Amanda knew she had seen it. Angela gulped harshly and slowly sat back down, feeling the heat from her chest travel lower and lower.
“Right. That’s right,” Amanda said slowly as she moved her hands up to steeple her fingers in front of her mouth. “You made it clear in your presentation today that you have more inhouse spending than any of the other departments.”
“If you’ll take a look at those documents, you’ll see that our current workload demanded another teammate, and that Bailey works hard and brings unique qualifications to our team. She’s worth every cent,” Angela insisted.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Amanda said as she stood up and grabbed the folder. She started rummaging through the documents as she slowly started walking around the desk. Angela’s eyes were drawn to the bulge in Amanda’s pants, taunting and teasing her, just out of reach. Amanda continued walking behind her and Angela could hear her rustling the papers behind her back. Angela took the moment Amanda’s eyes weren’t on her to close her eyes and try to calm her breathing. She shifted in her seat and felt wetness in her panties and the coil in her gut begin to restring itself tightly.
Suddenly, Angela heard the door’s lock turn with a sharp click! Angela’s eyes flew open with a gasp and her heart rate spiked in her chest. She heard the papers continue rustling behind her, and goosebumps formed on her arms, and her hair stood on its end as she heard Amanda getting closer and closer to her.
“I appreciate you putting this together for me,” Amanda started. Angela began to feel a sense of relief before Amanda continued. “But maybe they had a point.
What?
Angela shot out of her seat and turned to face Amanda behind her. “Excuse me,” she began as she started moving from behind her chair towards her chair. “Ian didn’t have a point, he’s just mad-”
“But,” Amanda cut her off with a hand in the air, “maybe you could… earn it.” A small smirk grew on Amanda’s full lips, her gaze became hungry, and she almost resembled a predator about to catch its prey.
Angela took a shaky breath, her eyes landing on Amanda’s smirk. She licked her lips subconsciously before asking, “Earn it?” She could feel her pulse hammering in her chest. “How?”
“Ms. Giarratana,” she paused as she slowly stalked forward, her smile growing, baring her perfect teeth, “I am so glad you asked.”
Her hand returned to the folder filled with documents that she still held in her hand. Once she got directly in front of Angela, she stopped and picked up the top paper on the stack and held it up between them, then looked Angela in the eye and daintily opened her fingers and dropped the paper.
“Oops,” Amanda feigned shock, her mouth parted in a tantalizing circle before she straightened her expression and hardened her eyes. “Pick it up,” she said sternly.
It was like Angela was in a trance. “You… want me to-?”
“Pick. It. Up,” Amanda said, stalking forward with each word.
Angela swallowed hard and nodded once. The paper had slid behind her when it fell, so she turned around and bent over. She felt on edge knowing that Amanda was right behind her, watching her every move. Angela had just picked up the paper and started standing back up when she heard Amanda shift behind her right before she felt her push her hips into her ass.
Angela bolted upright with a sharp gasp. Her back collided with Amanda’s front, and she leaned into the feeling of the curve of her generous breasts on her back. She felt Amanda’s hands grip her hips firmly, her fingers digging into her flesh, pulling Angela closer and probably marking her pale skin. Needing to grasp on to something, anything, to stay grounded, Angela’s right hand gripped Amanda’s hand on her hip, and her left flew behind her head, finding Amanda’s hair and tangling her fingers in it.
Amanda nudged her ear with her nose before starting to place light kisses down her throat. Angela tightened her fingers in Amanda’s hair and craned her head away, giving Amanda more space to move on her neck. Amanda’s left hand started dragging up her torso and landed on Angela’s left breast. She began kneading the flesh with a purpose and Angela cried out and pushed her hips back into the bulge on her ass. Her thighs shifted with the movement, and she could feel wetness painting her thighs.
Amanda started to leave small nips in between kisses, and the thought that Amanda might be leaving marks on her neck cleared a small part of the haze in her brain. “A-Amanda,” she panted, “I- We- we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Shhh,” Amanda whispered in her ear. “I know you’ve had a rough day… Let me make it better.”
Suddenly, Amanda turned her around in her arms, and Angela gasped again in surprise. Her hands ended up on Amanda’s shoulders to steady herself, and Amanda’s arms slung low around her waist, bringing Angela’s core even closer to the toy she was wearing. Angela looked up into Amanda’s eyes as Amanda leaned over her. The hunger in Amanda’s eyes was thrilling. The black of her pupils had almost covered the warm, chocolate hues of her irises completely. It made even more wetness pool in her center rapidly. Her eyes jumped back and forth between Amanda’s before falling to her mouth. Amanda licked her lips like she was about to taste something luscious and delectable. Seeing Amanda’s tongue poke out made Angela want a taste- No… need it. So she made a quick decision and gave a barely perceptible nod.
Amanda surged forward and their lips met in a clash of teeth and tongues. Angela closed her eyes and sighed, surrendering to the heat intensifying between the two women. Amanda mapped out the inside of Angela’s mouth with her tongue, and Angela tangled hers right back with Amanda’s. Amanda caught her bottom lip with her teeth and tugged lightly. Angela groaned and leaned back in to capture Amanda’s lips again. Amanda released her lips and backed up an inch. Angela chased her lips and Amanda backed up one more time, a teasing smirk on her lips. Angela growled in frustration and one fist curled in Amand’s shirt and the other slid up to tangle in her hair so she could bring her closer and reconnect their lips.
Angela pressed her body into Amanda’s and reveled in the feeling of their breasts meeting and Amanda’s toy pressing into her hip. The anticipation was killing her, she felt like she had been waiting for release all day, and really… she had. Angela rubbed her thighs together, hoping to create some friction, but Amanda, sensing what she was trying to do, held her hips even tighter to keep her still.
Angela decided she needed to try a new tactic to get Amanda to move faster. She disconnected their lips with a pop and began to trail hot, wet kisses down Amanda’s throat. She loosened the hand that was curled in a fist at Amanda’s chest, and trailed it down her body, landing at the strap being restrained by her pants. Angela palmed the bulge and let a filthy moan into Amanda’s ear before she started moving her hand up and down the length. Angela smiled into Amanda’s neck when she heard her start panting in her ear, and licked a long stripe up her neck when Amanda threw head back and slammed her eyes shut. Angela leaned forward and stood on her toes and gave a sharp nip to Amanda’s collar bone peaking out beneath her shirt.
That brought Amanda out of her haze, and a low growl rumbled in her throat. Her eyes snapped to Angela’s, dark and ravenous, and she used her hands to push Angela’s hips back. Angela stumbled back a step and looked into Amanda’s eyes expectantly.
“Get on your knees,” Amanda said, low and evenly. The intensity was burning a hole in Angela’s very being. Angela paused for a moment. This was very different from what she was used to. At home, she was the one that practiced a more… dominant role with her wife, and being ordered around wasn’t something she was entirely used to. Angela’s pause was just enough that one of Amanda’s hands squeezed her hip gently, and Angela replied with a small squeeze to her shoulder before slowly sinking to her knees, all while maintaining eye contact.
Angela kneeled in front of Amanda, her eyes falling to the tent in Amanda’s pants, right in front of her face. Angela looked to Amanda’s face again and slowly lifted her hands to the button of Amanda’s pants. Seeing no sign of stopping from Amanda, Angela popped the button open, and the sound of the zipper sliding down seemed to echo through the room. Angela pushed the opening of Amanda’s pants down around her hips and reached in to pull Amanda’s strap out.
The purple silicone jutted out from Amanda’s hips, long and slender. Angela grasped the length at its base, and gave a long, slow pull, making Amanda hiss. Angela gulped, thinking of Amanda’s dick inside her. Angela looked up into Amanda’s eyes and poked her tongue out, lapping at the tip in short, teasing licks. When Angela lifted the cock to Amanda’s stomach and gave it a long, broad lick from base to tip, Amanda’s breathing intensified, and her gaze became even darker. Finally, Angela took the length in her mouth as far as she could and looked into Amanda’s eyes as she bobbed her head up and down the member, trying to take more and more with each pass.
“Fuck,” Amanda muttered as she watched Angela bob on her cock. “You look so beautiful like this, Ange.” The praise went straight to Angela’s core, and she went even faster, trying to hear praises fall from Amanda’s lips again.
“Look at you, sucking my dick like you’re starving,” Amanda rasped. “Does your wife know you suck dick like you’re desperate?” Amanda started panting, and she moved a hand to the back of Angela’s head. “Does your wife know you get on your knees for your boss to suck her off?”
Angela closed her eyes and moaned around the length in her mouth. The question shot like lightening to her cunt. She felt her nerves light on fire like a live wire. The coil in her gut tightened even further and she was becoming desperate for relief. Angela started bunching up her skirt and slid a hand between her thighs. She moved her panties to the side and started rubbing circles on her clit. She released the cock from her lips and cried out.
When Amanda saw what she was doing, she grasped Angela by her upper arms and hauled her up to her feet, making Angela’s hand fall from her cunt and a whine to fall from her lips in the process. Once Angela found her footing, Amanda stalked forward, walking her back until her ass hit the edge of the desk.
“Did I say you could touch yourself,” Amanda growled.
“N- No,” Angela stuttered.
“No, what,” Amanda questioned with a sneer.
Angela thought back to what her wife called her in bed. Thrill would race down her spine every time her wife called her daddy. Maybe that’s what Amanda wanted… but she looked down to the large breasts in front of her face, with their deep cleavage and had an idea.
“No… Mommy.”
“Fuck,” Amanda exclaimed as the air rushed from her lungs. She quickly bent down to haul Angela up by her hips to sit on her desk. Amanda spread Angela’s thighs apart and stood between them before quickly surging forward to reconnect their lips.
As their lips and tongues slid tantalizingly against each other, Amanda made quick work of the buttons on Angela’s blouse. Angela was quick to help her by removing the garment and throwing it aside. Amanda reached behind her and unclasped her bra with practiced ease, freeing Angela’s breasts. Amanda took a breast in each hand, kneading with fervor. Angela cried out and threw her head back at the contact.
Amanda leaned forward to kiss down Angela’s throat, and when she did, the strap teased at Angela’s folds through her panties. Angela’s hands shot up to tangle in Amanda’s hair and grasp on to anything that would keep Amanda close. She started moving her hips as much as she could, searching for friction. The feeling of the head of Amanda’s dick rubbing against her pussy was driving her mad.
“Yes, baby, please…” Angela pleaded, her voice breathless and raspy. “Please fuck me, mommy.”
“Look at you, begging for my cock.” Amanda took one hand and grasped Angelas jaw, sliding her thumb in her mouth, forcing her to look in her eyes. Angela sucked on the digit and swirled her tongue around the tip. Amanda took her member in the other hand and rubbed it firmly over Angela’s folds, making Angela’s moans fill the room. “You look so pretty like this, Ange… Can you be a good girl and take all of mommy’s cock?”
“Yes, yes! I’ll be a good girl! Please, please touch me!”
Amanda yanked her forward by her hips, making her stand again. She tugged at the waistband of Angela’s skirt and demanded, “off.” Angela made quick work of both the skirt and her panties. She could feel wetness painting the insides of her thighs, and she was close to getting on her knees again to beg.
Amanda teasingly ran her fingers down Angela’s sternum, around a nipple, and down her stomach, coming to rest at her core. “So beautiful for me. So patient,” Amanda whispered. She let her fingertips glide through Angela’s folds before allowing one to slip in and circle her entrance before sliding back up to her clit. “And so fucking wet for me.”
Angela’s breath quickened and she took her bottom lip in her teeth, trying desperately not to just start riding Amanda’s fingers. Suddenly, Amanda took her hand away from Angela’s core and Angela gasped. But before she could even think to utter a complaint, she was surprised when Amanda quickly turned her around and leaned her over. Amanda gently pushed her down so that her front was pressed against the desk, the cool wood making her nipples harden even further. Angela felt a foot nudging hers, a signal to open her legs further, and she moaned at the implication before quickly obeying.
Angela felt Amanda lean across her back and felt Amanda playing with her folds with the tip of her dick again. Angela whined and pressed her hips back into Amanda’s, wiggling her ass back and forth tantalizingly.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to give you what you’ve been missing,” Amanda whispered in her ear. “Mommy’s gonna make you feel so good.”
Angela felt Amanda remove herself from her back, and she almost panicked, thinking about the denial she felt from this morning. “No! No, mommy! Please, please come back and fuck me,” she begged and almost turned around when she felt a soothing hand rubbing between her shoulder blades and a cool, wet finger spreading lube around her entrance. Immediately, the ache in her core soothed with the caring gesture and she stopped whining. The finger slipped in her entrance and Angela moaned at the feeling, pushing back in rhythm with the finger slowly pumping in and out of her.
Amanda removed her finger, making Angela whimper, but she was then relieved when she felt the head of the strap-on rubbing against her folds again. Amanda slowly and gently pushed her length past the tight entrance of Angela’s cunt. Angela hardly ever took the strap with her wife, she wore the harness at home, and she let out a sharp hiss as her walls fluttered around the silicone dildo. Hearing the harsh exhale fall from Angela’s lips, Amanda rubbed soothing circles at the base of Angela’s spine and paused to give Angela time to adjust.
Angela’s heart fluttered in her chest at the gesture, Amanda’s sweetness shining through their current abrasive escapades. After a moment, the pain in Angela’s core subsided, and she reached back and tapped Amanda’s thigh. Amanda, receiving the message, started to shallowly move her hips, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, pulling moans and cries from Angela’s lips with each plunge of Amanda’s dick into slick heat.
When Amanda bottomed out, they both groaned at the feeling of their bodies coming together, completely as one. Angela felt so full, and she reveled at the feeling of her walls squeezing around Amanda’s cock. Then, Amanda started fucking her in earnest, her hips rutting into Angela’s ass and hot breaths falling in pants from her mouth.
“So good… So good, ‘Manda,” Angela panted, delirious with pleasure.
Angela suddenly felt a sharp sting across her ass where Amanda had spanked her before wrapping both hands around her hip bones and giving a particularly hard thrust and pausing.
“What did you call me,” Amanda questioned firmly.
“Mommy! I’m sorry, mommy! Please don’t stop,” Angela wailed.
“That’s right, angel,” she landed another smack across her ass. “And don’t you forget it.”
Amanda gathered her short hair in one of her hands and pulled while she used the other to grab Angela’s shoulder for leverage. Amanda began thrusting rapidly, using her grip on Angela’s shoulder to pull her back on her cock. Angela felt like she couldn’t move. The way Amanda was pounding into her was mind-numbingly delicious. The coil in her gut continued to tighten and she felt like she could explode at any second. The rhythmic, wet sounds of their hips meeting, the harsh pants falling from Amanda’s lips, and the moans and cries falling from her own lips continued to bring her closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, she felt two taps on her thigh before Amanda slowed down and pulled out. Taking that as her cue, Angela turned over and hoisted herself up to lay on the desk on her back, her hips barely hanging over the edge. Amanda wasted no time before taking Angela’s left leg in her hands and propping it up over her shoulder. She slowly slid the strap back in and leaned over to thoroughly kiss her. Amanda lazily slid their lips and tongues together as she slowly and deeply thrusted into her. Amanda took one of Angela’s breasts in her hand and kneaded the flesh. The friction on her nipple and the stretch of her leg and the dick inside her felt delectable.
Amanda leaned back and the look in her eye was much softer than Angela had seen all day. She looked deep into Angela’s eyes as she slowly started speeding up her thrusts. She rubbed her hand gently up and down Angela’s leg as she pushed deep into Angela. While Angela loved the softness, this was not what she came in here for. As Amanda started going faster, Angela allowed words she’d never say at home to fall from her lips.
“Fuck, mommy, yes. You’re fucking me so good, so deep.” Amanda’s eyes began to darken once again. “I’m so wet for you, mommy. No one fucks me like you.” Amanda’s thrusts became faster, more reckless. “Uhh – Uhhh- It feels so good… Just like that, mommy! Yes! Yes!” Angela’s screams resonated in the corner office, but she couldn’t find the will to care. Amanda was hitting the right spot over and over and it felt too good for her be concerned about anyone hearing them.
“Fuck, yeah,” Amanda groaned. She placed one of her hands low on Angela’s abdomen and slightly leaned against it, making the feeling of the head of Amanda’s dick more pronounced as it dragged against her walls. The added pressure was spiraling Angela closer and closer to the finish line.
“You’re such a good girl, taking my dick like that.” Amanda gave her nipple a firm squeeze and Angela cried out, sharp and sweet. “Does your wife know you take my dick like you were made for it?” Angela’s eyes slam shut as her walls squeeze around the shaft inside her, drawing a low moan from her throat. “Who knew you were such a slut?”
“Only- Only for you, mommy,” Angela could barely form a coherent thought. Now she was just spewing the first phrases that came to her mind. “This pussy is yours.”
“Fuck, that’s right, baby.” Amanda leaned forward and bit at the inside of Angela’s right breast before sucking a deep purple bruise into the soft flesh like she was marking her territory. “You’re mine. All mine.”
Amanda stood straight again thrusted deep and hard into Angela a few more times before she tapped her thigh with her fingertips three times in quick succession. Amanda pulled out and helped Angela sit up and pulled her off the desk, before gently helping her get her feet back under her. Then, Amanda quickly walked to the couch placed against the wall of windows and pushed her pants to her ankles before sitting down, her legs spread and the dildo jutting from her hips proudly. She squeezed a drop of lube on her hand before placing the bottle on the floor next to her and rubbed the lube up and down her cock while she watched Angela appreciatively.
Angela stalked towards Amanda, her eyes dark and hungry. She watched Amanda’s gaze roam her body as she stroked her length, and Angela couldn’t wait to get her back in her cunt. Angela looked in Amanda’s eyes as she placed her right knee on the couch between her legs and placed her hands on Amanda’s shoulders to steady herself. She then threw her left leg over Amanda’s thigh, followed again by her right, straddling Amanda’s lap and placing her core right behind the strap. She rubbed her cunt up and down the member, coating it in the wetness Amanda had already created, as she took Amanda’s jaw in her hand. She guided Amanda’s face up and leaned down to capture her lips, slow and languid, as she continued to grind against Amanda’s cock.
Angela pulled back from the kiss and made sure Amanda was looking at her before she raked a hand down Amanda’s body to grab the dildo at the base. She held the length still and continued to look in Amanda’s eyes as she slowly sunk down on Amanda’s cock. Her mouth fell open in a perfect O and a breath escaped her lungs at the feeling of her walls being stretched by this new angle. When she sunk all the way to its base, Angela ground down and circled her hips, she let out a straight up pornographic moan when the strap brushed her clit, and Amanda joined her.
Angela lifted her hips until just the tip remained inside her before she slid back down on the cock, feeling every inch. She continued to slowly ride Amanda’s dick, up and down, feeling the stretch, until she felt Amanda’s hands on her hips, guiding her to go faster. Angela braced herself on the back of the couch, leaned over Amanda, and began bouncing on Amanda’s cock in earnest, faster and faster, slamming her hips down, hitting the right spot over and over.
She felt Amanda’s hands slip around her back and down to her ass, where she grabbed two handfuls and began helping Angela ride her. Angela threw her head back and cried out. Her hands left the back of the couch and traveled up her own body. One hand ran through her hair to keep it out of her face, and the other landed on her own breast, kneading the flesh and pinching her own nipple.
Amanda continued watching from below, enraptured by the goddess driving her hips up and down and chasing her own pleasure. She could feel her wetness continuing to grow between her own thighs and could only assume that it was painting the expensive leather exterior of the couch below her by now. She brought her hand around the front, placing it in between herself and Angela, before she lightly grazed Angela’s clit with her thumb. Angela screamed out, her hands flying down to hold onto Amanda’s arms to steady herself and her chin dropping to her chin as she focused on reaching her climax.
Amanda continued her ministrations to Angela’s clit, rubbing faster and adding pressure, making Angela cry out. Angela started riding Amanda even faster, her nerves alight like a live wire, chasing her release with messy desperation.
“Yes… Yes, Amanda! Just like that! Don’t stop!”
Amanda rubbed tighter circles on her clit and Angela had to throw her head back again. When she did, her eyes landed on her reflection in the windows behind the couch. She watched her reflection ride Amanda’s cock, her breasts bouncing in time with Amanda’s thrusts inside her, her desperation for release would be apparent to anybody in the surrounding buildings if they only cared to look out their own windows. The thought was intoxicating, absolutely erotic. Anyone could see her boss fucking the ever-living life out of her. She looked down and saw Amanda watching her reverently, like she was the most beautiful thing in the world, and that’s what sent Angela over the edge.
Angela squeezed down on Amanda’s cock, riding her within an inch of her life, crying out her name without any care if anyone could hear her. She stilled as her climax took over, her legs shaking with the effort to hold her up. That’s when Amanda roughly took her hips in her hands and began quickly thrusting up into her, prolonging her orgasm. Angela let out a long, drawn-out moan as she listened to Amanda huffing out sharp breaths with the effort and hissing out a string of expletives.
At last, with one final, hard thrust, Amanda stilled beneath her and Angela slumped forward onto Amanda, resting her head on her shoulder, her breaths coming in hot, fast pants against Amanda’s neck. Angela continued to shake occasionally, the aftershocks of her orgasm causing her to squeeze down on Amanda’s cock and making her moan lowly in response.
Amanda rubbed her hand up and down Angela’s back gently. She moved Angela’s hair out of her face and kissed her cheek, down her jaw and neck, gently, bringing Angela down from her climax. Angela nuzzled into Amanda’s neck and let her lips linger in one spot as she came back down to earth. Slowly, both of their breathing evened out and Angela began to lift herself off the strap, a whimper escaping her throat and past her lips at the loss. Amanda began to protest and pull her back, but Angela placed a kiss on her lips to silence her before pulling away.
Angela stood on shaky legs, needing a moment to find her balance, before she kneeled on the floor between Amanda’s legs. Angela put her hands on Amanda’s knees and slid them up her thighs, spreading them wider. Angela let her hands fall onto the straps of Amanda’s harness, undoing the buckles and guiding her to raise her hips so she could slip it off and drop it next to the lube.
Angela ran her hands up Amanda’s torso, cupping her breasts in her hands over her shirt. She leaned down and started kissing up Amanda’s right thigh before alternating to the left, and back and forth again. She slid her hands across Amanda’s thighs and allowed her hands to crawl up Amanda’s shirt to graze her sides. Angela kissed and nipped her way to the apex of Amanda’s thighs and paused right as she got to Amanda’s core. She raised her face to look at Amanda and watched as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, looked back at Angela with hooded eyes, and gave her a slight nod.
Angela maintained eye contact as she ran her tongue through Amanda’s folds. She circled Amanda’s clit with the tip of her tongue several times before closing her lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking. Amanda inhaled a sharp breath and Angela moaned at the sound, closing her eyes and savoring the taste of Amanda on her lips. She drew her name on Amanda’s clit with the tip of her tongue like she was claiming her as her own. She let her tongue wander to Amanda’s entrance and devoured her like she was her last meal.
She opened her eyes again when she felt fingers run through her hair and land at the back of her head. She looked up to see Amanda’s head thrown back on the couch, her neck taught, and her eyes tightly closed. Amanda started rocking her hips into Angela’s mouth, grinding her clit onto her tongue, and chasing a quick release. She was already pent up from pleasuring Angela, and both women knew she wouldn’t last long.
Moans and cries began to fall from Amanda’s lips, and Angela doubled down on her efforts. Angela felt pressure on the back of her head as Amanda tangled her fingers in her hair and pressed Angela’s face further into her cunt, continuing to ride Angela’s face. Angela grazed the fingers of her right hand down Amanda’s abdomen, feeling her muscles tighten beneath her hand. She continued her journey down and slipped a single finger in Amanda’s entrance, causing Amanda to cry out. Angela began pumping her finger slowly, feeling Amanda buck into her hand faster, trying to get Angela to match her pace.
“Jesus, Ange…” Amanda opened her eyes and looked down at Angela, still lapping up her wetness. “You’ve done so well for me.” Angela felt like she was floating with praise, until she felt a sharp tug on her scalp. Amanda bunched her hair up in her fist and raised her face up, ripping Angela’s mouth from her cunt. Angela panted up at her, Amanda’s wetness shining on her cheeks and chin. “Now be a good girl and make mommy come,” Amanda growled with a sneer.
Amanda pushed Angela’s face back on her cunt and started riding her tongue with urgency. Angela slipped another finger in Amanda’s entrance and started pumping her fingers in and out quickly. She placed wet sloppy kisses on Amanda’s clit, sucking and releasing the bundle of nerves over and over in tandem with her fingers fucking in and out of Amanda’s core. She slipped in a third finger and flattened her tongue against Amanda’s clit and bobbed her head like she had earlier on her dick.
Angela could feel Amanda’s walls starting to flutter and squeeze around her fingers, so she went in for the kill. She started curling her fingers at the end of every thrust, pushing as deep as she could, and when she heard Amanda start chanting her name over and over, louder and louder, Angela knew she had hit the right spot, and aimed for that spot again and again. She wrapped her lips around Amanda’s clit and sucked hard.
Amanda clamped down on Angela’s fingers, squeezing tight. Her grip tightened in Angela’s hair, holding her even closer as she rode her fingers and tongue to completion. Her legs started shaking from the power of her orgasm, and her thighs clamped around Angela’s ears. Angela could hardly breathe, but hearing Amanda’s long, drawn out moan over the muffling of Amanda’s thighs made her push through the lack of oxygen to draw out her climax as long as she could.
Angela slowed her thrusts and gave a few more gentle laps until the thighs around her head relaxed. Angela withdrew her fingers, hearing Amanda release a low whine, and she gave a few long broad licks up her slit, savoring the sweet taste of Amanda’s release on her tongue. Eventually, Amanda gently pulled back on Angela’s hair, still trapped in her fist, and pulled her face up as she leaned down to connect their lips. Amanda moaned as she tasted herself on Angela’s tongue, and Angela pushed herself up to straddle her yet again.
They lazily kissed as they came down from their high, slow and gentle. Their harsh breaths slowing down, and their pounding heartbeats calming as they held each other close. Amanda nuzzled her neck, placing butterfly kisses along her throat until she landed a final peck on her cheek. She gently moved Angela onto the couch, and Angela laid her head back and shut her eyes.
Angela heard the sound of Amanda pulling up her pants and walking across the room. She heard a door open and water splashing in the sink of Amanda’s private bathroom. The water shut off, and after a short moment, she heard Amanda walking back towards her, so she opened her eyes slightly to watch. Amanda, already surprisingly put together, stopped at her desk and stooped down to pick up Angela’s clothing, turning around and taking time to fold it carefully.
Amanda walked to the couch, stood before Angela, and cleared her throat. “Thank you for coming to see me today, Ms. Giarratana. I must confess that your arguments were rather… persuasive,” she said with a smirk. “Consider the debate won. You may keep your additional team member. Now,” she said, as she began passing Angela her clothes, “you may use my private bathroom to refresh yourself.” She leaned down and pressed one more sweet kiss to her lips before pulling back and smiling at her. “Thank you for coming to see me.”
The serotonin from her orgasm hadn’t worn off yet, tiredness was seeping into her bones, and she was finding it hard to focus. So, Angela spent the car ride back to her house with all the windows down, the wind whipping through her hair. The pleasant soreness between her thighs was a constant reminder of her time spent in the corner office today.
When Angela retreated to the bathroom, naked, clothes in hand, Amanda had returned to her desk, reorganizing what had been moved for their… activities. Angela took her time, splashing cool water on her face before gently cleaning herself and redressing, except for her conveniently missing panties. Regardless, she tried to make herself as presentable as possible before she had to walk through her workplace again. It was Friday, and it was a little late, so hopefully most people had gone home by now and wouldn’t see if she might be walking a little funny.
By the time Angela exited the bathroom, Amanda was gone. Her desk was neatly straightened, her laptop was gone, her coat was missing from the back of the chair, and the briefcase that sat next to her desk was no longer there. The only sign of their tryst was Angela’s own heels laying haphazardly in front of the desk where she had kicked them off. She slid them back on, hurried back to her own office to collect her belongings, before she quickly left the building.
She pulled up to her house and noticed her wife’s car already in the garage. She gingerly stepped out of her vehicle and reached slowly into the back to grab her belongings, careful not to give any of her neighbors a show. I can’t believe Amanda took my fucking underwear, she grumbled to herself. She walked into the house and the first thing she noticed was the surprising lack of noise. Typically, on a Friday night, music would fill the air, the hissing of dinner cooking on the stove would travel through the house, and the sound of her wife singing along and dancing would wrap around her lovingly. But there was nothing.
She made her way to the kitchen, dropping her belongings on the island, and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. She stood at the sink and filled her glass before tiredly leaning against the counter. She looked out the window and took several greedy gulps of her water, then had to refill it. As she turned the water off again, she finally heard the tell-tale signs of her wife padding down the stairs. Angela took smaller sips now, her immediate thirst having been quenched, and awaited the anticipated greeting.
Suddenly, arms gently wrapped around her waist from behind, and she felt a chin hook over her shoulder. The smell of lavender and bergamot wrapped around her soothingly, and Angela put her glass down, placing her hands on top of her wife’s arms and leaning back into her. She hummed in contentment and felt her wife nuzzle her neck beneath her ear. “Hi, baby,” Angela muttered tiredly.
“Hi, angel,” her wife whispered in her ear. “How was your day?”
Angela let a soft breath of a laugh through her nose and smiled to herself. “It was quite hectic and busy. How was yours?” She turned around in her wife’s arms and placed her hands up on her shoulders. She took a moment to take her in; freshly showered, spotless, white robe, flawless skin on display at her chest and where her long legs poked out of the short covering, her long, silken hair piled on top of her head, and a gentle smile on her supple lips.
“I had such a rough day.” She exaggerated a pout on her full lips, and the corner of Angela’s quirked up slightly in response.
“Oh? Is that so,” Angela tilted her head.
“Yes,” she stated emphatically. “My morning meeting was a mess, and right when I was coming home, this bitch came to my office, and she was so needy.” Angela cut her eyes to hers sharply and her wife ducked her head slightly and gave her a hesitant smile in return.
Angela decided to play along. “That sounds just awful, baby. Are you going to be okay?”
“I will be, but I’m just so stressed.” Her wife bit her lip and used her hips to push Angela into the counter. She lowered her face to Angela’s and softly pecked her lips; once… twice… three times. Then she kissed her cheek, then her jaw, and down her throat. Angela closed her eyes and melted into her wife. “Maybe you could help me, baby,” she whispered before she sunk her teeth into the soft flesh at the junction of her neck and shoulder, which she immediately soothed with a long, wet kiss.
Angela hissed at the pain, her eyes darkening and tension coiling in her gut yet again. She lowered one hand from her wife’s shoulders to grip firmly at her hip, jerking them even closer to her own. The other hand slid up her chest and she grabbed the back of her wife’s neck, pulling her from her own neck and colliding their lips together. Angela dominated the kiss, roughly pushing her tongue into her wife’s mouth and biting her lip. Her wife whimpered in response, and their breathing grew heavy.
Angela pulled back, both of them panting, breathing each other’s air. “Bed. Now,” Angela said firmly, and her wife moved to go back upstairs. But before she could go, Angela tightened her grip on her neck one more time and made her look at her. “When I get there, you should be waiting patiently for me. Take your robe off and wait… No. Touching. Do you understand?
“Yes, daddy,” she whispered. Angela brought her down for one more heated kiss before she released her grip on her neck and hip.
“Go,” Angela ordered.
Angela watched as her wife moved quickly up the stairs before she slowly turned around to look out the window again. She took her glass and drained the rest of the glass without hurry, but it did nothing to douse the flame inside her that her wife had ignited.
She climbed the stairs slowly, being sure her heels sounded sharply on each step. When she entered her bedroom, she carefully closed the door before stalking towards her wife, sprawled on the bed, watching attentively.
“Such a good girl, waiting for me like I asked,” she said as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor as she kicked off her heels. As she got closer to the bed, she unbuttoned her skirt and let it slide down her legs to rest with her shirt and her wife’s gaze slid down to her uncovered cunt. Her wife groaned audibly and shifted in the bed, rubbing her thighs together, searching for friction. “Tsk,” Angela chided and reached for her wife’s legs, holding them apart. “You will wait for me.”
Angela crawled atop the bed and straddled her wife’s hips. Angela looked into her dark eyes as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, throwing it aside and freeing her breasts. Angela took her hands in hers and raised them to her own breasts, giving her wife a taste, before she raised them above her head, and held them against the bed.
Angela leaned forward and kissed her again, fast and hard, their teeth and tongues clashing. Angela could feel fire at every point their bodies touched; their hips, their chests, their hands gripping on to one another, and their lips were the igniting spark. Angela started rocking her hips and her wife responded in kind. Angela could feel the peaks of her breasts brushing against her wife’s straining nipples, and Angela’s hardened in return.
Angela shifted so she was only straddling her right thigh and held her wife’s wrists with only her left hand while the right traced down her body to her heated cunt. Angela teased her wife’s folds, her touches light as a feather and nowhere near what her wife needed. It only served to frustrate her.
“Please, Angela,” she whined. “Please fuck m-”
Angela landed a sharp tap to her cunt and held perfectly still. She took her wife’s jaw in her left hand and made her look in her eyes. “What did you call me?”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” she was quick to correct. “I’m sorry! I promise, I’ll be a good girl!”
“I’m sure you will be,” Angela whispered. She reconnected their lips and slid a finger through her wife’s folds. She groaned at how wet her wife was for her. She circled her clit, and her wife arched her back off the bed and cried out. Angela pulled back from the kiss and watched, enraptured, as her wife writhed on the bed, bucking her hips and searching for more. Angela slipped a finger in her wife’s entrance and began pumping in time with her wife’s hips. Moans and pleas fell from her lips and Angela needed more.
Angela slowed to a stop and pulled her fingers out. Her wife began to protest, but Angela silenced her with a kiss. Angela sat up and leaned to the side, opening the top drawer of the nightstand, but what she was looking for wasn’t there.
She looked down at her wife and raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the strap?”
Her wife bit her lip and grinned slyly. She darted her eyes behind Angela to the accent chairs at the front of the room. Angela followed her gaze and her eyes landed on the briefcase placed haphazardly in one of the chairs. Angela looked at her wife again from the side of her eye before she lifted her leg and got off the bed, walking towards the chairs.
She opened the briefcase, and there, right on top, was the lube and the purple strap that had been used on her not even an hour ago, wrapped in her own panties. She reached in and withdrew the bundle, laughing under her breath.
“What a dirty, dirty girl,” Angela said with a smirk. She took her panties and flung them like a slingshot towards the bed, landing on her wife’s stomach. Amanda laughed and threw them to the side. Angela hurried to put the harness on and readjust the straps to her slender frame, and Amanda watched her with a mischievous grin.
“Looks like I had a busy day, too,” Amanda muttered with false innocence, her smile never wavering.
“And now,” Angela stalked forward. “It’s daddy’s turn.”
The smile slid off of Amanda’s face and she gulped. Amanda knew after the intense afternoon she and Angela had in her office at work, she was in for a long night… and she couldn’t wait.