Page 11 of Good Intentions, Vol. 1

Chapter Five

Nick

The whiskey burns my throat, still it doesn’t stop me from drinking it before the ice can even starts to melt or pouring another shot. It’s dark, the only light coming from my desk lamp, even my screen saver kicked in, shutting down the images of Ben and stopping them from sliding across it.It’s fitting actually.I’m left alone in the dark.Abandoned by my wife who’s out there having the time of her life doing God knows what, and she took my son to her parents, without even asking me if I was okay with it.And I chased the woman who’s been nothing but full of respect towards me out of my office after I kissed her so hard, it was border assault.But, to top it off, I gave her such an assignment, she won’t be able to breathe for a week.

God, I’m a miserable fuck.

I checked, on the verge of apologizing and begging her not to sue me, but her office was empty, and she wasn’t at Beth’s desk. Whatever happens tomorrow, I deserve it. My only hope is, Claire will have mercy and not forbid me to see Ben at all. I couldn’t live with that. I sigh reaching out and turn off the lamp, letting the darkness surround me.Maybe I should just call it a night and sleep in the office, there’s no reason for going home.No one is there to wait for me, to greet me at the door.So, ultimately, it doesn’t matter where I sleep, Ben won’t be there in the morning.No one will care.Downing the last shot, I pour another one to wait for me, might as well get shitfaced tonight too, it is a day full of fucked-up decisions after all, and go into the bathroom.I take my shirt off, leaving the white undershirt on, its sleeves biting into my biceps. It’s time to call my shopper and let her know I need a new batch. I’ve been working out a lot lately, to relive the frustration and desire in me out somehow. If I had a normal marriage, I could just tell my wife I needed them, but then again, I probably wouldn’t have to work out so much on the machines since I would have someone to fuck on a normal basis and there wouldn’t be any frustration to have.

God, I’m a pitiful fuck tonight.

Get a grip, Nick.

Splashing the cold water doesn’t do the trick, so I just check if there’s a fresh shirt for tomorrow ready and go out to start the journey to oblivion. Swirling the liquor in the glass and listening to the ice clink in it, I try to relax. Too restless, I turn my chair sideways, and engage my new phone, trying to find something to pass up the time ‘till the alcohol kicks in. It’s going to take a lot more of it to send me in the blissful numbness I crave. I just finish the last of it, tilting my head back, when light from the hallway tries to reach me in my darkness, but it stops short of me, coming to the edge of the desk, leaving me there sitting all alone. I watch it, contemplating the right of it when a shadow appears. I know those curves I know the sound of that breath. What the fuck she’s doing here? I thought she left, I thought she ran away and hid until my rage subsided down. Pushing my chair back with the heal of my shoe to go into the dark a little bit more so I won’t be seen, I wait to see what she’ll do. Will she go into the bathroom and unknowingly give me one hell of a show? I wouldn’t stop her this time. No, I’m afraid this time I’ll join her. Disappointment burns in me when all she does is put the folder on my table and turns to leave, not seeing me in the shadows.

I turn the lamp back on, and whisper, “Hello Heather, what are you doing here this late?”

Jumping at the sound of my voice, she turns toward me. “I was just,” she swallows, “bringing you the report for tomorrow. I finally finished it.”

“I see,” I pick up the folder and toss it away from me. I have no desire for it right now. All I want is her. Her on her knees, begging. “What’s that in your hands?”

“Umm... it’s my laptop,” confusion envelops her whole being. But my mind is filled with the words I’ve seen earlier. And I can’t help myself. I want her to clarify them.

“Excellent,” I come back to the table like an eager first grader, sitting up straight. “Can you please put it here and open it up?” I tap the desktop eagerly.

Her confusion intensifies, but she does as she’s told. Good girl. I immediately go to the chat thread and scroll to the part that interests me the most, turning it for her to see.

He didn’t get it. I mean I did say anything he needed. I couldn’t just go and say, oh, please Sir, can I kneel under your desk and hold your dick in my mouth for hours.

She tilts her head a little watching me and then she looks at the screen. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens a little, and her breathing stops.

“I... I,” she mutters.

“No need for an explanation,” I wave my hand.

“Please, don’t fire me,” she whispers.

“Not gonna do that,” I stand and walk over to her while her eyes track my every movement. Taking her hand in mine, I press it against my hardening cock. “Is this what you want? Was this your plan the whole Goddamn time? To make me want you so much my cock tries to rip my pants trying to get to your pussy or your mouth every time I see you?”

When she stays quiet, I press her hand harder against my dick, curving her fingers around it. The trembling of it makes her squeeze me giving me an illusion of satisfaction. Watching her lick, her lips a groan falls from my mouth. If she doesn’t say anything or run away in the next two seconds, I’m gonna rip her clothes off.

“Yes,” there’s no sound just the movement of her lips. But that’s all I need.

I rip her hand away, and casually go back to sit at my desk. The victory roar thudding in my mind. The desire for this woman stirring more, pulsing through my body and going straight to my dick.

“Good, pretty girl,” I praise her watching her shoulders drop. “Come here,” extending my arm, and wait.

Watching her come to the decision we both know she’ll make is the longest three seconds in eternity. Step, by unsure step, she slowly comes my way.

“Crawl under the table and put my cock into your mouth. I waited too long to have you. Besides, you’ve fucked up today. So, you’ll sit there with my dick in your mouth, your hands on my thighs, and not move a single muscle until I say so. I have to go over the report and make sure you did it right. We don’t want another colossal mistake. That will be your punishment.” I’m afraid if I give her a chance to think, to stop and see what is going on, she’ll bolt. She won’t give me this chance to have her.

She looks at me, then at my dick trying to force its way out of my pants, then at the floor, until her eyes travel back to me. “Sir...”

“Do it now, pretty girl, I can’t wait for much longer,” I command.

She takes a deep breath granting me with a full-on view of her tits, she goes to her knees and crawls under the table.

“Good. Now baby, before you get my cock, I want you to open up your blouse so I can finally see what you’re hiding from me,” my voice is betraying me, the raspiness showing how much I want this, how much I want her.

It’s the need showing itself in its true form. After she does as she was told, she tilts her head back, waiting for the next instruction.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” the words just slip out with no hope of stopping them.

I’m met with the most perfect image ever. The whiteness of her bra is only highlighting the porcelain of her skin, only to be interrupted by two perfect shade of pink peeking out of it. I swallow the pouring saliva and trap the growl in my chest while taking my cock out for her. I can’t have her touch me now, the trembling of her fingers would have me coming alone.

“Open up,” two heartbeats later, I’m inside her mouth and I meet nirvana. “Good girl,” I caress her cheek, and trail her lips with my thumb. Her lips are stretched wide with my dick. “I’m going to look through that report, while you sit here and then I’ll decide what to do with you next,” the words are met with her moan. “Do not move, or make a sound,” I rasp.

She does nothing, which in turn confirms she’s listening. Taking the folder back, I open it not seeing anything. I have to focus. This is not only a punishment for her. I decide it’s a reward for me too, after all the years of suffering, and all the months of longing. This will be the most fun I will ever have while reading a bunch of numbers put together.