Password Protected Jasmine Montgomery
Graveti Press
She stepped off the elevator and took a deep breath. She felt the weight of the world dripping from her shoulders. An involuntary reflex had her lifting her shoulders and dropping them. It had been a long day and it was finally over.
Suddenly she felt something sharp against her throat. It pressed against her skin and she felt the sting as it dug into her flesh. She inhaled deeply and prepared to scream but the knife dug deeper.
“Scream and I will slice you from ear to ear. I don’t want to hurt you. Well maybe I do. Please cooperate. If you do we will be done so you have to time to go soak in your bathtub and sip your glass of wine.”
Panic raced through her body. How did he know about that? Had he been watching her? This filled her with a sense of dread. If he knew this he probably knew about her son. She slowly let the breath out trying to avoid the blade against her throat.
“Very good. Now we are going to go to your office. I am going to move the knife, but if you try to run or scream I will dig it in your back so quick you will die before anyone can come and help. “
She nodded her head in compliance and began to walk. He reached around here and pushed the button for the elevator. When he did this she saw the tattoo on his arm. It was an intricate symbol. She didn’t know what it was. When he saw her looking he quickly lowered his sleeve to cover it.
“What, you like tattoos? Or maybe little missy thinks she will find some identifying marks for later? Bitch keep your eyes forward. Don’t test me again.”
With that he shoved her into the now open waiting elevator. He once again reached around her and pushed the button. Once again her pulse began to race as she realized he knew which floor she worked on. Then the thought occurred to her that if he knew what she did every night why wouldn’t he know where she worked.
Her mind kept working and she realized that what he wanted had something to do with what she did. She was a legal secretary what could she give him? Was it about one of the cases? They did entertainment law. What could he want? She hadn’t been paying attention and she was snapped back when she felt him push her forward.
She stumbled but caught herself before she pitched forward. As her body rose she smoothed out her skirt and blouse. Anything to make her feel put together. Its like fake it until you make it. Because her composure was only for sure. Inside she quaked with a terrified excitement.
Slowly they walked towards the front door to the office suite where she worked. Questions fluttered in her mind. She was the kind of the woman that relied on her ability to know what was going on at all times. This was what gave her power. This was driving her insane. Still, the fact that she had a puzzle to solve made her more comfortable with her situation. She would end up in control one way or another.
Once they got there she uses her security badge to buzz them in. She starts to walk towards her office but he reaches out and stops her. “No, we are going this way.” He starts to walk towards David’s office. He knows the way already. Once again this intrigues her. How does he know so much?
She follows him. He knows that he no longer needs to use the knife. He has her held captive from sheer interest. He has studied her personality. His studies are serving him well thus far. He walks with confidence and enters the office.
As she enters the office he waves her over with the knife. “Come here, enter your password.” She walks over and begins to sit down. “No, stand. We don’t want any misunderstandings now do we?” She shakes her head no.
As she takes off her shoes to compensate for her height as she bends over to start entering her password. Suddenly she feels him standing behind her. His body is pressed against hers.
“Veronica, I have been watching you for a while. Watching the way the soap runs off your body. The way your head rolls back when your hand slides under the water.”
As he talks his body presses closer and closer. She can feel his breath on her neck. Despite herself Veronica can feel herself being turned on. Her thighs begin to rub together as her bottom begins to rub against him. All she knows is that she wants him.
“I can’t focus if you are doing that. I am sure that you want me to do what you need.” In her mind Veronica didn’t want him to stop. She begged him in her mind to keep pressing. She felt like a woman in a dime store romance novel. Her insides screamed: “Take me now! Take me now!”
His breath begins to become ragged. She can feel the bulge begin to get bigger as she pushes back against him. She would have control. This turns her on even more. Power is her greatest aphrodisiac.
No sooner than the thought passes through her mind then his hand is on the back of her neck bending her over. His hand slides up the back of her thigh until his palm is cupping her bottom. She isn’t wearing any underwear and when he discovers this he sighs with pleasure. “Spread your legs.” He utters with a voice laced in want. She complies. Veronica wants it as much as he does.
He slides his middle finger up and down her lips. Allowing his finger to dip in gently every time he passes her opening. Her legs begin to tremble. She arches her back, begging him to slide his finger deeper. He does. He is rewarded with a river of wetness.
As he slides his finger in and out she hears his pants unzipping and the sound of them hitting the ground. She sighs with anticipation. He rubs his mushroomed head against her ass. She moans. His hand comes around and grips her throat. Squeezing gently until her breath comes in short erotic bursts. She can feel him stroking his shaft working to make it bigger, harder, thicker.
Then there is a pressure at her opening. He pushes hard and fast opening her walls that had been deserted for years. “Oh my god! Yes!” He begins to push deep and fast. Both of them moaning, shaking, mounting the summit of an explosive ending. With one last thrust she screams out just as his breath catches. Their thrusting reaches a fevered pitch as they crest the wave.
They topple to the desk both panting. They lay there shivering. Wrapped in the moment and him still deep inside of her. Still aroused. He kisses her neck.
“David I loved that one. How did you come up with it? No don’t tell me. Its my turn next.” With that he shoves deep inside of her and rocks forward. Veronica’s walls begin to tighten. She feels the pulsing of his orgasm as she once again reaches a climax.
“I love you.”
“I love you to.”
