//Random Smut Scenes//

Office Learning Curve

Nicole becomes needy after not being with Damon for a while, so she decides to ask if he'll 'teach' her again...

TW:
This story contains swearing, fingering, multiple orgasms etc.
Read at own discretion...

This scene is a direct continuation of the previous scene with a slight time jump. If you haven't read that one, please go back and read it before reading this one :)

It had been two weeks since Damon and I had our moment on his desk, and I was feeling desperate. He hadn't had any time to 'teach' me again since then, and every time I saw him, I just felt more needy. A lot of the time when I was walking towards his office, memories of that night flashed through my head, my knees feeling weak, forcing me to brace myself against the wall for a few seconds and calm my racing heart and burning cheeks. 

I wanted to ask him if there was any chance he had a free bit of time for another 'lesson' but was too shy. And besides, I had no idea how he would react. He had said that it was more than casual to him and that something similar would happen again, but nothing had changed between us at work. Although he did yell at me less and actually let me take my lunch break, I was still just his secretary. I didn't really know what I expected to happen, but it definitely wasn't for things to just remain as they were. So that Friday afternoon I decided I would ask, seeing as I wouldn't see him the whole weekend.

I gently knocked on his office door, hearing him grant me entry. I stepped inside, feeling the rush of cold air from his aircon brush over me, making me shiver. He sat behind his desk, seemingly going through documents. I swallowed heavily, wringing my hands.

"Yes?" he asked softly, not looking up from the papers in his hands.

"I... wanted to ask you something..." I said, barely above a whisper, closing the door behind me.

That garnered his attention, his eyes meeting mine across the room. I saw his gaze flick over my legs, making me blush.

"You know how you said... that we... well, that whatever happened... between us..."

"Yes?" he urged, getting up and walking around his desk to lean against it, crossing his legs at the ankles.

"I've been feeling..."

"What?" he asked softly, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

I swallowed again, looking at the carpet under my feet.

"Little Angel, you can tell me anything. But I must ask that you look at me when you speak to me."

A shiver went through me at hearing that nickname in use again. Something about it sent a shockwave through my veins and down my spine, a desperate feeling settling between my legs.

"Can we... I mean, could you... only if you have time that is..."

I stumbled over my words, seeming to trip over my own tongue. I went silent when I saw him push off his desk, walking over to me. He slowly came closer and closer, a look in his eye like a predator stalking his prey. When he stopped right in front of me, I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, his form towering over mine.

"What is it you want, Little Angel? You can tell me."

As he spoke, he gently brushed along my jaw, fingers just barely brushing my neck. I swallowed again, anxiousness and excitement bubbling up inside me. I took a breath, steeling my nerves before blurting what I wanted.

"Could you make me feel like that night again?"

A smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say anything, just staring down at me with a playful glint in his eyes.