บท 9: Chapter 9
We looked at each other periodically throughout the meeting. His were motivated by growing doubt, whereas mine were propelled by rage. I avoided looking at him as much as I could by focusing on the spreadsheets in front of me.
When it was all done, I quickly packed my belongings and left. But as I had anticipated, he followed me closely all the way to the elevator, where we both sat fuming in silence as we ascended to the office.
"Why wouldn't this thing hurry up, and why did someone on every floor decide they needed to use it right now?" As we waited for the elevator, I had a notion. People were transferring files, conversing on phones, and planning lunch all around us. It almost drowned out the verbal ass-kicking I was delivering Mr. Ramirez in my brain as the noise increased to a loud hum.
The elevator was nearly full by the time we got to the eleventh level. I was pulled even closer to him as the door opened and three more individuals opted to cram in, my back resting on his chest and my ass resting against his. The remainder of his body softly tensed, and I heard a quick inhale from him. I took a step as far away from him as I could without bumping into him. He pulled me back again by extending his hand and grabbing my hip.
He said softly and warmly into my ear, "I enjoyed that ass against me. Where are you?
I forcefully stopped him, "I'm two seconds away from castrating you with my heel."
He drew even nearer. Why are you acting angrier than normal right now?
I cocked my head and said, "It would be just like you to make me look like a career-climbing whore in front of your father."
He slack-jawed and let go of his hand. "No." Blink. Blink. "What?"
Confused Surprisingly, Mr. Ramirez was hot. Bastard. I was only having fun.
Suppose they had overheard you.
"No," they didn't.
They "might have."
We stood there quietly like we didn't know one other, during the elevator journey. He was obviously unaware of my level of rage against him, but from his executive position, he had plenty of room to maneuver. He was the CEO who worked nonstop, while I was merely a young woman attempting to advance. We both abruptly stood up straight and turned our heads to the front as the person to our left peered over. I abruptly elbowed him hard in the side, and he responded by squeezing my ass so forcefully that I gasped.
He sighed and said, "I won't apologize," and I rolled my eyes. He wouldn't apologize, of course. He was an absolute dickhead. Once again, he rubbed against me, and this time I could really feel his length. The warmth from the traitor started to spread between my legs.
More people began to go as we approached the fifteenth floor, so I reached behind me, put my hand between us, and palmed him. He breathed out a warm puff next to my neck while mumbling, "Fuck yes."
I tightened my grip on his package, which made him hiss, "Fuck. Sorry!" I chuckled to myself as I let go of my hand. He tried to dismiss it, saying, "Christ, I was just playing with you."
When we finally made up to the sixteenth level, everyone else hurriedly poured out, probably going to the same meeting. I heard a snarl behind me as soon as the doors shut and the elevator began to move once again. The elevator abruptly came to a stop as Mr. Ramirez slammed his palm on the stop button on the control panel. When he turned to face me, I saw that his eyes were much darker than usual. He trapped me against the elevator wall with his body in one swift sweep. Just long enough for him to turn aside, gaze at me angrily, and whisper, "Don't move."
My body pleaded with me to follow his instructions even though I wanted to tell him to screw off. He walked up to my abandoned paperwork, took a sticky note off the top, and put it over the ceiling-mounted camera lens.
I would never insinuate you're trying to fuck your way to the top, he said in a low voice as he drew in close to me and placed his hot breath on my cheek. He stopped and breathed out into my neck. "You think too much," I said.
I backed away in shock. "You're not doing enough thinking. This is the career that we are discussing. Here, you are in complete control. You are not losing anything.
Do I have the capacity? It was you who grabbed my dick in the elevator. This is being done to me by you.
My face started to relax. With me, he hardly ever showed any weakness. "So don't surprise me," I said.
He paused for a while before nodding. We were both looking at each other as the noise from the skyscraper-filled the elevator. The need for touch started to grow inside of me, beginning in my navel and then moving down.
I moaned as his hard cock brushed against my stomach he leaned in and kissed my jaw and then covered my lips with his. My hands made their way to his hair as my calf encircled his, drawing me closer to him. My dress was thrown on the ground as he drew back to fling the clasp around my waist.
Such a furious cat, he murmured. My hands were pressed against the wall as he turned me around while placing his hands on my shoulders and gazing into my eyes. My hair started to fall down my back as soon as he removed the silver comb from it. My skin felt electrified as he tilted my head to the side and kissed my neck. He knelt down behind me, grabbed my ass, bit into it, made me gasp, then got back up.
I was in awe. How did he learn how to manipulate me in this way?
He said, his fingers still teasing my breasts, "Did you like that?"
"Getting bit on the behind?"
"Maybe," I said.
He snarled, "You're such a nasty fucking girl.
When he slapped my ass, I gasped and couldn't help but sigh with pleasure. When he tore my delicate underwear off, I couldn't help but remark in a rude manner.
Expect another invoice, you jackass.
He grinned menacingly as he crushed his body up against mine, making the chilly wall against my breasts send chills down my spine. I was brought back to the first time we had sex by the window.
He said, "Worth every penny," as his palm and finger moved down my waist and belly to my clit.
"You know, I think you're just making fun of me by wearing those things,"
I questioned whether he was correct. Did I put on Handsome underwear only for his enjoyment?
His fingers' deft pushing and releasing had me yearning for more of his lovely touch. He paused at my door and made a remark about how drenched I was.
He remarked, "God, you must have thought about this all morning."
I moaned, "Fuck you," as his finger finally pierced my skin.
"Say it," he commanded. Say it, and I'll grant your request.
I started crying as soon as he attached a second finger. My body reacted to his touch in spite of my efforts to shake it off. He seemed so desperate, needy, and in charge, yet he was also pleading for more.
I tried to shut my eyes and get my thoughts together, but everything was too much. I was on the verge of euphoria from the sensation of his clothed body on my bare flesh, the sound of his gruff words, and the sensation of his long fingers slicing in and out of me.
I screamed loudly as his other hand aggressively pinched my breast through the flimsy fabric of my bra. I was quite near.
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