BENT
"Come in Ms. Devoro." Mr. Cullen calls over the intercom in a rushed tone.
It's about time. I mutter in my thoughts. I've been sitting out here in the waiting room for two hours. I've grown tired of listening to the tapping of my heeled shoes. I think I might have even developed restless leg syndrome.
I grow restless with anxious intrusive thoughts when sitting in silence. I've already exhausted myself by memorizing the secretary's desk. The posted notes are stacked neatly next to the cup that hold six pens, three black and three red. I also put together that she's married with three kids after scanning all the photos that are pinned up behind her.
I even started to zone out on eavesdropping on her phone conversations, and I never do that. I don't like to gossip, but I definitely don't mind hearing it. "Mr. Cullen's schedule is booked all the way until October." What the hell is he doing that his schedule is booked two whole months ahead of time?!
God after the third call at someone attempting to attend a meeting with him, I gave up trying to keep track. Poor girl is probably swamped with people who aren't even trying to talk to her.
"Ms. Devoro." She calls behind the counter. I quickly glance in the direction of the sectary's shy voice. Many more hairs have been plucked from her once perfect slick back bun. "Mr. Cullen will see you now."
Oh right. Sidetracked ranting about the douche in my head that I completely forgot I had to even talk to the bastard.
"Thank you." I smile to her before rising from my seat.
Fuck. I can feel the damn indentation on the bottom of my legs from sitting too long. I attempt to shrug my skirt down past the marks but decided against it. He won't even notice.
Holding the files in my left hand, I ensure that my hair isn't as crazy as his secretary's. Knock. Knock. The cherry wood door and I have a staring contest for what feels like minutes before Mr. Cullen, I mock in my head, opens the door.
Of course, he didn't actually get his ass up to open the door. "Come in." He once again sounds off through the intercom. Talk about having robots work for you.
The office is spacious. And I mean bigger than my New York apartment. Why did I even compare the two? Everything is bigger than a New York studio apartment.
Air freshener upper hooks my nostrils as the door slowly open, and I instantly sneeze dropping all of the documents I had in hand. As I crouch to the floor, I hear a rip and I instantly shoot my head up grabbing for my butt. This is karma for talking shit in my head!
"Ms. Devoro?" I can't even look at him I am too embarrassed. I try to hide the blush in my face but it's not working out too well.
"Mr. Cullen!" I put on my fakest smile and use that tone when you're trying to stay professional on the phone, but rolling your eyes because you know the person on the other side can't see.
He meets my eyes as we scrounge to pick up the lost files. Paper crumbles and swooshes, as our hands scatter on the clean floor. "Ow!" My finger slices on the edge of the important paper. Blood oozes slowly and one single drop falls tainting the document.
Mr. Cullen does the complete opposite of what I thought he would do. Instead of yelling at me for contaminating the paper, he quickly cups my hand. I noticed a wrist tattoo hiding behind his buttoned sleeve, though I can't make out what it is.
"Are you okay?" Blood continues to rain down my hand from the cut. Right as he lets go to grab a napkin, I feel naked and cold, but thankfully the warm blood took place of his hand.
"Yes of course. It's just a measly cut." I quickly suck on the wound, embarrassed when my eyes meet his ice blues. Extracting my finger, I contemplate wiping it on my skirt. It's ripped already might as well ruin it further.
"Here let me." His warm touch barges in again without my consent. "I used to be a trauma nurse."
"Well, this is definitely traumatic." I snark.
Laughter breezes into my eardrums, and I catch a whiff of his minty breath. I'm funny? Warmth rushes to my cheekbones and there's definitely no way of hiding it now. "We might need a tourniquet."
"A turna-what??"
I watch as he also attempts to hide something. "I'm joking Ms. Devoro. Your finger should be just fine." After the bleeding stops, he retrieves a band aid from the first aid kit he grabbed from the top drawer of his desk. "See? All better."
"Thank you, Mr. Cullen." I manage to mutter past the lump in my throat.
He waves me over to his desk after the forms are gathered. "Please, sit.” I sit before, getting lost as I and him go through the files. “Mhm.” He continues to hum, and I continue to ask myself why am I here? “You’re probably wondering why I asked to meet with you.” Is he a mind reader? Maybe I’m finally getting the promotion that I deserve.
“Quite eager actually Mr. Cullen.” Okay maybe that was too desperate, but a lot of my time has been wasted just waiting for answers. He releases an exaggerated sigh, combing through the beard that doesn’t exist on his face passive.
“There have been a lot of complaints that have come my way over the past few months.”
My eyebrows instantly meet one another, and not to shake hands. “Complaints?”
“Yes. That you have become complacent, lazy.” He pauses for a short moment. “.... And I can see why considering the first impression.”
“Where is this coming from? Who is this coming from?”
“That’s confidential.” I can’t hide it in my head anymore. My eyes roll to the back of my brain, so far, I can quite literally see what I’m thinking.
“You don’t know me, or my work ethic Mr. Cullen. Only what you’ve heard, and quite frankly I have a lot of enemies in this business.” I stare off into the room scanning, analyzing. “Are you married, Mr. Cullen? Have any kids?” I squint in his direction.
Those blue iris’s scan back and forth. “No.” He answers calm and collected.
“Even better.” I rise from my chair, ensuring that my assless skirt is far away from his vision. Stalking over to his rigid stance, I stand behind his leather chair. “You wouldn’t want to fire a single mother would you, Mr. Cullen?”
“Well of course not Ms. Devoro, but I also don’t want to be blackmailed.”
“How is it blackmail when it's something we can both benefit from?” I whisper in his ear. "I know you're fucking the front desk girl." Nipping ever so slightly as the shell of him. He shudders beneath me.
"Excuse me? That is not or your concern, nor is it true even in the slightest."
"Stacy from publishing posted it on the hub. Don't believe me? You have a birthmark on your left ass cheek. Cute, really cute." I laugh to myself as I watch him fix his tie, he swallows his guilt. Little does he know, I'm about to swallow much more than his cock. "How about we make an agreement?"
His face turns pale as if he's about to grow ill if he has not already. "And what do you propose then Ms. Devoro?"
Turning his dark brown leather chair around to meet my stare, I remove my tattered skirt before straddling his lap. "I get to keep my job, and you get to keep your little secret."
My hips begin to grind back and forth, his member becomes exited as it stands at attention ready to salute. Mr. Cullen tries to hide his moans, kneading his fingers into my skin.
"If we do this, you have to swear on your fucking life to keep quiet."
A sexy grin snark on my lips, "Or what?" He's at a lost for words.
"No one will believe you."
"Oh? Is that what you think Greyson? Maybe we'll also end up on the hub." Laugher vibrates my body even more. Excusing myself from his lap, I sink down onto my knees, eye level with that gorgeous cock of his. "How do you like it Cullen? Fast or slow? How bout a little tease?"
Unbuckling his pants, I rub my breasts on his hardened thighs. “Let’s make this quick.” Quick like waiting in the waiting room quick?
“You got it sir.” Cullen begins to undo his button up, revealing his defined abdomen. I glance up in awe at just how beautiful he is. “I don’t blame your secretary for cheating on her husband with you.”
My lips suck on his pointed nipples. Still focused on unzipping his pants, I fondle with getting inside to bare flesh. As soon as I touch the precum tip he sucks the air through his teeth.
Finally exposed to me, I take his cock to the back of my throat, enjoying his hushed moans. He wanted quick. I suck and swirl until he literally cannot take it anymore. Cullen opens his icy blue eyes. The darkness has almost overcome them.
He grips the back of my unkempt hair until my throat bulges, sucking on my neck I can’t help but moan. “You don’t know how bad I’ve been wanting to fuck your fine ass.” This guy must be fucking the whole office. I unfortunately allow my mind to wonder off into hypochondria mode. The germaphobe in me takes over. Does he have STD’s???!
Snap out of it bitch, enjoy the damn moment. “What are you waiting for then Mr. Cullen?”
He roughly turns me to face the cherry wood door, bending me over his desk. "Whatever these marks are from won't be half as bad as the one's I'm about to leave." He says before smacking my ass. He did notice! I read the back of his name plaque. Best boss ever. I don’t know about best boss, but maybe best dick. Guess we’ll find out.
No hesitation as he thrusts into my pussy. I feel his balls smack into me from behind. I hurry to find my clit so the pleasure enhances. “Oh yeah Cullen, give it to me. Throb for this pussy.”
My arms are twisted into his like Twizzlers, forced upward as he fucks me so good, I can’t keep my squeals in much longer.
“Shh baby girl, we don't want her to hear.” He whispers into my ear, referring to the secretary. Oh, but I want her to hear.
Scanning over the desk, disregarding the papers and other office bullshit, I press the intercom button.
Fuck what is her name? “Mr. Cullen’s secretary, please step into the office.” Cullen all but gags me.
“What the fuck are you doing??! This is supposed to be between us!”
“Oh it is Greyson.” Cullen continues to fuck me, each thrust harder and faster. “She’s going to cum with us.”
The door slowly opens. I see she fixed her appearance. Hair is tucked back in place, and her makeup was touched up.
“Oh my god!” She cups her mouth with both hands. “Mr. Cullen!”
“Come join us baby.” My voice moans into the sex filled air that we both breathe.
She quickly shuts the door, and daintily makes her way over to the desk. So she does have a wild streak. Unleashing her hair, she rips my shirt open, sucking on my right breast. Oh fuck yes.
As she continues to toy with my nipples, I search for that tiny little clit of hers. Gyrating the wet folds, I inhale her moans, sucking on her tongue.
“This is so fucking hot.” Cullens rasps out. He stops thrusting, instructing the front desk girl to lay on his desk. “Eat her pussy as I fuck you.”
Doing as told, I start with her breasts, making my way down to her navel, then flicking her warm bud with my horny tongue. After sucking on her pretty clit, I add in my fingers.
“God yes, fuck me please.” I finger her faster, losing control as Cullen fucks me harder. Once I can’t keep going, he pulls out of me and enters her. We take turns until the three of us scream into oblivion, coming together.
I lick my fingers clean, then shush my lips. “Pleasure doing business with You's, your secret’s safe with me.” And so is my damn job.
