*i found this on tumblr*
I arrive to my work’s Christmas party, a first for me. After working here for four years I decided to attend one of these atleast once. I just hope Brad Simpson isn’t here.
I take the elevator upstairs. As my floor nears I can hear loud music. The door opens and my eyes are blown away by how the office looks. It’s transformed into something so beautiful, almost magical with all the decorations and the bright lights.
I’m quite pleased at how the atmosphere is so far. Maybe I should go to these more often. I look around and there he is. I spoke too soon.
Ugh. Just look at him, dressed in a white button up and grey dress pants. I loathe him for looking good in whatever he wears. But what I hate most about him is that he got promoted to the position that I should be in. I’ve been working here longer than he has. More importantly, he used others to get to where he is.
All of a sudden, he comes my way, getting real close. He’s standing just a few inches away. What the hell does he want?
“There’s something special about you, Y/N”, he flirts.
“And what would that be?” I cross my arms as I await an overused, possibly offensive answer.
“You don’t give in so easily like them.”
I scoff. There’s the offensive bit.
“You’re different.” My eyes stay with his. I take a few seconds to process what he just said.
“I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment.”
“It is a compliment, you stand out from the crowd. Can you meet me in my office? I want to talk to you about something.”
I’m taken aback by his words but the genuiness in his tone has me considering his invite. I nod as I am at a loss for words. He wants to have an actual conversation with me. Wow.
I follow him to his office which could’ve been mine. He shuts the door after I enter the room. I’m intrigued as to what he wants to talk to me about, in private. Does he want me to take his place instead?
He walks to his desk, sitting on the edge. “So tell me Y/N, how does one resist this?” His hands motion over his body.
“Excuse me?” Is he joking?
“I want to know why you don’t want me.”
“Are you kidding me? That’s why you brought me in here, to ask me a stupid question? Well if you really want to know, it’s because you’re dirty and disgusting. You use women just to get what you want. Why would I ever cave?”
“That’s what you think? Hmm.”
I dart my eyes at him.
“There’s got to be something else”, he prompts.
“You’re an asshole for doing what you did to rise to the top!”
“There it is, you hate me. Funny thing, I don’t really like you either.”
“Then why bother bringing me in here?”
“Because you’re the only one here who doesn’t like me. I don’t like that and what you think about me.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
“I’m not here to boost your ego or to please you.”
“You sure about that?” He moves close to me.
I immediately back away. “Get away from me!” I slap his face.
He looks at me angrily. “You don’t know anything about me!” he yells.
“I think I know more about you than–”
“You don’t know shit! I worked my ass off to get here!”
“No you didn’t.”
“Just shut up already.” He grabs me, pulling me close. I can see his face clearly. Oh God. Those brown eyes. I feel like I’m under a spell.
Out of nowhere, he spins me around and pushes me against his desk. He leans in and so do I. He crashes his lips onto mine. I get angry at the fact that he tastes so good and that I’m enjoying this.
His hands take hold of my body once again, pulling me closer to his. I move my hands to his hair and tug on it. He reacts by intensifying the kiss.
I start to feel a pressure down there. I’m actually getting turned on by this. My focus shifts to him pushing my body onto his desk. He gets ontop of me, pinning me down with his arms.
I gasp. “What are you going to do?”
“Since you don’t like me, I’m not going to be gentle.” The tone in his voice darkens and so do his eyes.
Before I could get a word out, he starts kissing my neck then bites down, leaving a mark. I wince from the feeling.
He lifts my body up, moving his hands onto my dress and tearing it open. He pulls it off, leaving me in my bra and underwear. I try ripping his shirt as he stares at my body. The buttons pop off from the force, exposing his chest. God damn. That body.
“Who said you could do that?” he asks furiously. “Do you know how much this shirt costs?”
“I don’t care! You ruined my dress.”
“That’s it.” He gets off of me and pulls my body down to the edge of his desk then flips me over. He spanks my ass so hard it probably left a mark. “You bad girl.”
He takes off the rest of his clothes then removes what’s left of mine. He reaches in one of his desk drawers and takes out a condom. He slips it on and slams in me.
My mouth drops wide open. Chills run down my spine as my bare body is pressed against his desk. So cold.
His hands grip my waist, pulling me to him, allowing himself to get in deeper. I begin to feel a bit overwhelmed by the immense pleasure. As soon as I moan, he pulls out of me.
I turn around in frustration. “So you’re a teaser?”
He chuckles darkly which instantly ignites something in him. He carries me, placing me in front of the glass door of his office.
I try to figure out what his next move will be. They’ve been unpredictable so far. Before I could come up with something, he closes the space between us.
He grabs one of my legs and wraps it around his waist then thrusts into me. His lips find my ear. “When I’m done with you, you’ll be so sore. You won’t be able to walk properly.”
“That’s the best you can do? It’d hurt much more if both legs were wrapped around your waist", I challenge him.
He grabs my other leg and starts to pound into me. The force of his thrusts strengthen as my body is pressed against the glass. I dig my nails into his back, scratching the bare skin. He fucks me so hard which causes the door to vibrate. I throw my head back from the feeling. Shit. I grit my teeth. He’s so good. So good.
I close my eyes, trying to contain myself from orgasm. I open them as I hear him moan. I watch how his face moves to express the pleasure he feels. The sweat causing his hair to come undone. A loose curl moves in sync with him.
My eyes don’t miss a second of him reaching his orgasm. His eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched. As his mouth drops open, his face relaxes. So fucking gorgeous. The sight of him cumming sends me over the edge.
We take a few seconds to catch our breaths. As soon as we do, he opens his mouth again. “You finally caved.”
“Fuck you.”
