Edge of Extasy: X is for Xanthe Part One (3 page)

‘Okay’ she looked doubtful ‘I suppose you
are pretty booked up over the next few days. If I make sure you are
not disturbed, will that mean you won’t have to work back on this
tonight?’

‘Yes! That will really help. I promise!’

With that reassurance Linda was happy.
‘Good, I will leave you to get on with it!’

Switching on my computer and clearing paper
files from my desk, I made space for the financial report. I
flicked through the weighty tome for a few moments before turning
again to thoughts of last night. Closing my eyes, I thought I could
almost feel his hands on me again.

‘Hands!’ My eyes flew wide open.

Those hands and arms were all I actually saw
of him. I wracked my brain trying to recall if I had seen any
identifying marks. Any rings? A watch? Freckles? Scars? Tattoos?
Nothing! Mystery Man had shown me nothing that would help me
identify him. I would need to be paraded naked and blindfolded then
groped by a line-up of suspects in any identity parade! I shivered
slightly at the recollection of just how skilful he had been with
those hands.

With a sigh I threw myself into the task at
hand: preparing the yearly report. By early afternoon I had made
good progress on putting the stats into some meaningful order and
went for a coffee from the staff room. After exchanging
pleasantries with George and Sue, two of the longest serving
members of the team, our discussion turned to my presentation to
the College Board next week.

Sue’s comments comparing the College Board
to ‘a den of lions’ caused George to exclaim: ‘They are more like
toothless tigers, the bunch of them, except for Professor Alomes.
He may be gorgeous, but rumour has it, he is ferocious!’

We all laughed at George’s reference to the
reputed good looks of the newest member of the Board. Fifty, gay
and single, George had checked out just about every adult male on
the campus. ‘Too bad he plays for the other team, otherwise that is
one big cat I would sure enjoy taming. He is Hugh Jackman
handsome!’

I poured my coffee and headed back to my
office, leaving Sue and George with their campus gossip. The
description of a Board member as one of the big cat family was
almost too silly to contemplate. I couldn’t think of any one the
College Board fitting the depiction of the powerful and agile
characteristics of a tiger or panther.

A member of the big cat family was a more
accurate description of what I had experienced the night before.
Mystery Man had both arrived and departed with almost feline like
ease. Perhaps he is a cat burglar? My musings halted
instantaneously. I gripped my cup, making sure the shocking thought
did not cause me to send coffee spilling everywhere before I was
safely back in my office.

I hope the rest of the College Board doesn’t
know what you get up to after hours.

Those words sent shockwaves through my
entire body. All at once I knew who Mystery Man was, for he had
told me himself!

Well almost: while I did not know exactly
who my Mystery Man was, the list of possibilities had just been
narrowed down to a very select group of people. I had been taken by
surprise and was practically lusted out of my brain when he had
uttered those words. I could be excused for not using my usually
razor sharp powers of deduction. Still I inwardly cursed myself for
not picking up on that vital clue earlier.

Taking a seat in my ergonomic chair, I went
over the facts once more: he had afterhours access to the building
plus he had known I was a librarian. Those two facts alone did not
point to any one person in particular, but added to the slip about
the Board, the list of possibilities just became a whole lot
smaller.

I immediately went to work on my research.
Scouring the College’s Website for a list of current Board member
names, I then started to work my way through their biographies. Of
the list of thirty possibilities, twelve names could instantly be
discarded. Although my Mystery Man was many things, he was clearly
not female. The very memory of those arms, that chest and those
fingers still managed to send a frisson of excitement racing
through my body. He was incontrovertibly male and so the twelve
female members of the Board were excluded from my list.

Delving a little further into the
biographies of the male members of the Board, I was quickly able to
eliminate a further nine as their resumes showed them to clearly
being older than sixty. Three more were discounted due to skin
colour. Although Mystery Man’s forearms showed signs of a tan, he
was clearly Caucasian. That left me with a remaining list of six
clear possibilities.

‘I’ll show you!’ I spoke out loud again.

I set about plotting my revenge. I was
confident I would find him and when I did, the tables would be
turned so to speak. The more I had thought about it, the more my
indignation grew. I wanted so desperately to return the favour and
show him what it was like to be worked up into such an erotic state
and to the point of orgasm only to be left all alone. I was
determined to win back the control he had taken from me. For a year
now I had decided when and how I climaxed and I had not needed a
man! Suddenly, a stranger arrives out of thin air just to show me
what a man could do for me?

So you do respond to the touch of a man?

I gasped slightly as I recalled his words.
Had he planned the whole thing to humiliate me? To punish me for
the teasing acts I had performed on my Webcast? The very thought
made me angrier by the moment. I was fuming by the time I had
started printing out files on those six Board members. My mind
raced with all sorts of thoughts of what my next actions would be.
I was so deep in thought that I jumped when there was a knock on my
door.

On the other side of the door I found Linda
looking ashen-faced. ‘Xan, Professor Alomes just phoned-‘

‘Alomes? I knew the name instantly, for I
had only just added it to my final list of Mystery Man
candidates.

‘He said wants to meet with you and says he
is on his way over immediately! He sounded so serious on the
phone!’

‘Oh did he?’ All sorts of ideas were running
through my mind, yet the same thought kept repeating: Professor
Alomes was my Mystery Man!

I was about to reply to Linda when out the
corner of my eye, I became aware of a male presence in the doorway
of my office. It was the Professor himself.

‘Thank you Linda,’ I spoke confidently as my
loyal staff member closed my office door as she left. I tried to
compose myself so a sudden attack of nerves did not betray me
outwardly.

‘Please take a seat Professor.’ I offered,
doing my best to retain my librarian persona.

From the other side of my desk, my efforts
to review his status as Mystery man suitability was severely
limited by the realisation that it was me who was under review. His
unblinking staring pale blue eyes felt like they would burn holes
through me with their glare.

‘God dammit!’ My mind screamed. He was even
better looking than George had suggested. Averting my gaze, I
looked to see if I could spy a glimpse of his hands. His arms where
hidden by an immaculate while long-sleeved shirt. His neat business
attire struggled to conceal the ruggedly masculine torso that lay
beneath it. Normally, I would immediately be thinking lewd thoughts
about how much fun this man would be. But as he continued to assess
me visually with his cold stare, I felt exposed instead of turned
on.

Feeling nervously impatient, I attempted to
take control of matters immediately. ‘You asked to see me,
Professor Alomes. How can I help you?’

My indignation over the night before
combined with my newly rediscovered desire for the touch of a man
to make a potent mix. He continued to stare, taking his time to
drink all of me in. While his expression may have been useful for
playing poker, it was no use to me.

‘Miss Jones -,’ he spoke in a deliberate
manner that seemed strangely familiar. In fact his whole demeanour
seemed calculated and slow. He was entirely reminiscent of Mystery
Man.

‘It’s Xanthe!’ I interjected.

‘Xanthe. There is something important we
need to discuss.’

My nerves were on a knife-edge listening for
every last nuance in his voice. Closing my eyes I tried to compare
his voice with that of Mystery Man.

‘Have I come at a bad time?’ he asked as my
eyes flew wide open again.

‘No….please, continue!’ I stood up and paced
a little to try and ease my nervous tension as all my blood seemed
to be racing to my head all at once.

I turned to face him as I awaited his next
words to find him immediately behind me. The shock of his close
proximity caused me to let out an audible moan. His arms went
around my waist and I instinctively threw mine around his
shoulders. I pressed my body firmly against his, enjoying the solid
feel of his muscles against the softness of my curves. Within
seconds I could feel another hardness: this one growing rapidly
within his trousers.

‘Miss Jones!’ He scolded, pushing himself
away from me, holding me firmly by the shoulders at arm’s length.
‘I thought you were going to faint! I did not mean to –‘

He had no chance. Before he could get the
words out of his mouth, I had subtly untied the side straps on my
wrap jersey knit dress and flung open the front exposing my body in
all its Webcast lingerie-clad glory.

‘Ohhh!’ Told me I had rendered him
speechless. My confidence began to recover. I guided him backwards
in the direction of the nearest seat.

‘Sit!’ I pushed him by the shoulders as he
dropped into the ergonomic chair I strode quickly over to my office
door and locked it securely.

Turning back to face my prey I noticed his
face expressed a mix of surprise and lust. As I approached his
chair and leaned in using the arm rests for support, I whispered:
‘Now it’s your turn to learn how it feels!’ just inches away from
his face.

He tried to kiss me, but I stood up straight
again to escape his reach. As he went to stand, I pushed him by the
shoulders back into the seat again.

I was ready to go into the performance of
the year. This time there were no cameras. I was going to get my
revenge and it was going to be sweet!

‘Tell me: do you want me to touch you,
Professor?’

I recited his lines back from the night
before. He hesitated at first before answering: ‘Yes.’

‘I will touch you. If you attempt to move I
will end this immediately. Do you understand?’

‘Yes.’ He complied with my demands.

Taking my arms out of my opened dress, I
flung the garment aside. Then I reached for the buckle of his belt,
undoing it with ease. His eyes widened as I slid the narrow leather
band from around his waist and then proceeded to seductively guide
the belt around my upper body snake-like over the top of my lacy
lingerie. In a few rhythmic movements I was behind him, guiding
both of his arms until they met at the wrists over the low back
rest of the chair. With that I threaded the belt around his wrists,
securing the buckle tightly around them.

‘Now look –‘he began to protest. I spun the
office chair around, forcing him to face me.

‘Ssshhh!’ I held my fingers to my lips in a
sign denoting silence. ‘This is a library remember! You must stay
very quiet!’

I kneeled to unfasten his trousers,
unzipping them to reveal a pair of navy Calvin Klein briefs. I
noticed he was already sporting a decent bulge in his crotch.
Grabbing at either side of his waist, I indicated for him to lift
slightly, allowing me to pull his trousers down until they were
just past his knees.

Stepping away from him for a moment, I
reached for the bottom drawer and retrieved an emergency pair of
stockings. This was an emergency, but not of a ladder kind!

Using both hands to stretch the black nylon
I then incorporated the stockings into a mini striptease. Pulling
down one strap of my bustier style top, I wriggled that arm loose.
The movement allowed me to push a bra cup down, revealing one of my
breasts. I used the out-stretched stocking to give the Professor
teasing glimpses of nipple.

Watching intently for the Professor’s
reaction, I noticed his face contort briefly as if he was trying to
control his response. That caused me to turn up the action even
more. I wanted my revenge and I fully intended on extracting it
from him!

Cupping my exposed breast with one hand, I
pulled down the remaining strap from my shoulder with the other.
Pushing the second bra cup down to free my other breast I fondled
both of my nipples at the same time, flicking them roughly to make
them stand to attention. With that the Professor attempted to
stifle a moan.

‘Like that, do you?’ I demanded.

His steely gaze had melted somewhat. His
husky ‘yes’ response indicated revenge might come sooner than I had
expected.

I bent forward, allowing my breasts to spill
out and placed each hand on either side of the waist of his
briefs.

‘Lift!’ He obeyed my command immediately.
Very quickly I had his underwear down past his knees. His almost
erect cock was exposed and looked impressive despite not being at
full mast.

I reached for the stockings I had discarded
just minutes ago and held them aloft briefly before diving in the
direction of his ankles, binding them swiftly within the nylon.

‘What the?’ He had no time to react before I
completed a hurried double-knot binding stocking ends to the unused
length of belt. I pretty much had him defenceless in my version of
hog-tying. He was completely vulnerable, just like I had been the
night before.

‘I think we can dispense with the need for a
blindfold and gag. After all, I want you to see what I do to
you!’

‘I am hardly going to call for help at this
stage. It might prove embarrassing for us both to be found in such
a –‘ he drew in a sharp breath as my hands briefly made contact
with his semi erect member ‘- compromising position!’