Let's Play

The Arrest

Jessika

"Mr. Hart, I just wanted to see how..."

My chair crashed forward, causing my chest to slam against the table. The wind was knocked out of my lungs and I had to cough several times before catching my breath. Damien just patted me on the back, acting like he wasn't the cause of my distress. "There, there. You should really drink that coffee slower next time" said Damien.

I looked up at him and I knew he could detect the murderous look in my eyes. He was gonna pay for that... But by the look in Damien's eyes, he was looking forward to it.

"Oh my gosh, Jess, I'm so sorry. I'll just, um, get that report later." Will swiftly left the room before popping his head in 2 seconds later. "Really sorry, Jess. I owe you a coffee."

When I was certain Will had left, his receding footsteps no longer to be heard I stood up and smacked Damien in the chest.

"Hey, what was that f-"

"You should be the one that's sorry, asshole. You couldn't have found an excuse other that didn't involve my suffering?" I started to storm out of the room before I thought of something else and stopped, turning on my heels. "Oh and you owe me a new skirt. This one is clearly ruined." I got to the door and looked both ways down the hall to make sure no one was there. I would definitely have to make a run for my desk. 

Just as I prepared myself to run, I hear Damien respond, "Upstairs."

"Damien, I'm already behind on work now since you made me-"

"Calm down, princess. There are clothes for you upstairs, that was all I was trying to say." He held his hands up in a fake "surrender" pose, " I promise". He smiled at me, and this time it was genuine. There was no lust in his eyes, there was no annoyance with my outburst. Just an honest smile. My heart fluttered. His smile looked so good on him. It was a shame I didn't see him smile more often...

"Why are there clothes for me upstairs?" I asked softly. I didn't want to seem ungrateful but I found it a little odd that he bought clothes for me and kept them in his penthouse. 

"Because, I got them just in case you needed a place to crash again. You're always welcome there if you need it." Damien walked over and gave me a side hug. His lips connected with my temple before he walked past me and to his office, shutting the door softly behind him. I stood there in shock. Such a small gesture, but one that felt so intimate. I could still feel the lingering presence of his lips on my temple and I found the urge to just crawl in his lap and have him give me forehead kisses all day...

STOP IT JESS. I can't be thinking like this when what I really need to focus on is getting a change of clothes. I rushed to the penthouse upstairs and jumped straight in the shower. My pussy still throbbed a little, the attention it received from Damien just not quite enough. I wanted his full length inside of me, filling me completely. I tried to off myself in the shower, reward myself with another release, but my fingers didn't feel anything like Damien's cock. Hell, my fingers  didn't even feel as good as Damien's fingers. I sighed in frustration before taking the closest loofah and scrubbing all evidence of today's meeting from my body. 

I walked across the hall and into Damien's bedroom. I didn't know why, but I knew that Damien would have put the clothes he got me in this room. I know it was technically his but it kind of felt like mine now, too. And I was right. When I opened the doors to the walk-in closet, I found a section off to the right completely dedicated for me. I chose a simple black dress that reached just above my knees. It had a good "business" look to it and it fit me perfectly, almost as if it were made for me. I don't know how Damien knew my sizes but I wasn't going to question it.