My Kinky Valentine (3 page)

“Awesome, as always, my sweet Harry,” James
patted the young assistant on the shoulders and got a wide smile in
response. After Harry left, James turned to Alexa, “What’s your
verdict?”

“Congrats, James. You’ve outdone yourself.
She is priceless.”

“Everyone keeps telling me that. Even her
partner. Sherri told me Rita’s one of a kind. She’s terrified I’ll
snatch Rita away from her. Out of the question, by the way,” he
chuckled.

“I know. Sherri sounded like they’ve been
together forever.”

“Not true. They met a couple of years ago.
Anyway, what’s so special about Rita Collins?”

“Impossible to explain. You’ve got to be
around her to feel it.”

“Hmm, intriguing. I should call off your
assessment and get down to business, huh?”

“Your call.”

“Oh, Alexa, you should see your face!” His
amused laughter rang in the air. “Relax. I won’t cheat you out of
some fun. Besides, you deserve it.”

Alexa didn’t hide her relief, “In that case,
I’d better get back. We don’t want her to get cold feet,
right?”

“Absolutely. Go for it.”

* * * *

RITA

While Ms. Harris was out, Rita tried to
relax reminding herself she was a happy woman in a committed
relationship who loved her partner deeply. Why the hell did she
want to throw Ms. Alexa Harris on that polished table and bury her
tongue inside her tight pussy until they were both screaming? Rita
conjured up Sherri’s image to mind trying to get if off the
curvaceous blonde with a sinful mouth but managed to envision a
sizzling threesome instead.

Oh, what the hell? Mr. Ferguson bought my
body not my mind.

She crossed her legs and squared her
shoulders. Relaxing against the soft chair, she closed her eyes,
contracting and relaxing her inner muscles. Rita imagined Alexa’s
heart-shaped face and large breasts, her naked round thighs and
perfect ass. She pictured Sherri over her and Alexa under her.
Suddenly the scene changed and both of them were cuffed to her bed,
spreading their legs for her, inviting her. As she imagined the two
gorgeous women in every conceivable sexual situation, Rita felt hot
liquid pooling inside her lower body. If only she could shove a
finger inside her sex and get off, she would get the orgasm of a
lifetime.

“Sorry I kept you waiting, Miss Collins. Can
I call you Rita?”

Yanked out of the delicious daydream, Rita
spun the chair around to face the door and almost came, “Oh my
god!”

Alexa Harris stood there wearing her
birthday suit and a bright smile. She couldn’t be more alluring.
All of a sudden Rita felt like it was Valentine’s and Christmas at
the same time.
Santa how can you do this to me? Bring me a gift
like this and expect me not to be naughty?

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she came to
stand in front of Rita, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her
up.

The raw desire in Alexa’s stare did nothing
to improve Rita’s self-control and practically obliterated any
thoughts of Sherri, Mr. Ferguson or anything else that didn’t smell
like that golden personification of sin. Alexa hypnotized Rita as
she gently cupped her cheeks running her thumbs over the young
woman’s lips. Unable to resist, Rita turned her face to capture a
finger and suck at it.

“You’re more gorgeous up-close. How do you
do that?”

“You’re stunning, too, Alexa.”

Their bodies almost touched and Rita felt
the heat waves radiating then enveloping them in a sensual
haze.

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Meet Carol Anne Sullivan,
a burnt-out stock broker from New York, who’s having a hard time
managing her business and dealing with the frustrations in her love
life. Mark, her P.A. and current lover, is not getting the job
done. Her clients hysterically demand her attention 24/7 and expect
her to solve the world’s economic crisis to save their investments.
She’s frustrated, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, when a new
employee catches her eye. She finds herself daydreaming about a
naughty young girl. The thing is, though, she’s never felt like
that about another woman. So what’s eating her now?

*** This short-story is
intended for adults only! It contains graphic language plus kinky
scenes involving a stressed out stockbroker, a gorgeous ex-jock
P.A. and a naughty young receptionist. Plus first-time girl on girl
action, fingering, naughty toys, and D/s.***

Powerless

Liz Gavin

Copyright
2013

Published by Elessar Books

I can’t sleep. It’s too hot. Summer nights
are the worst. I try to find a cool spot on the bed but it’s
useless. I close my eyes for the nth time hoping to relax but I see
the S&P 500 Index chart instead. The red arrow plunges fast. I
open my eyes again. It’s 2:49AM. My room is pitch black and silent.
The AC is on, full blast. Why can’t I sleep?

I have an important meeting early in the
morning. My clients want reassurance in the middle of this global
crisis. I need to rest or I won’t function tomorrow. They expect to
meet with the heartless financial genius they’ve hired to take care
of their investments not a bloodshot-eyed, cranky sleepyhead.

2: 59AM. Oh, that’s ridiculous! I can’t
relax and I can’t take a sleeping pill. It’s too late. If I take
one now I’ll sleep till noon. Well, there’s a more pleasant
solution, though.

I open my drawer to get the vibrator and I
find the rubber dildo easily because I keep it handy. Although I
prefer to take my time with it, tonight things will have to go
faster. I sit up against the headboard and arrange the pillows
behind and around me to get comfortable. I turn it on - high speed.
This is not about having a long session with my BFF. This is about
having the job done quickly so I can get some fucking sleep. Come
to think of it, it’s a lot like most of my ex-partners’ approach to
sex.

I don’t have time for foreplay, either.
Usually, I start by playing with my breasts. They aren’t very big
but are extremely sensitive. I love to make my nipples hard using
the vibrator. It’s kinky and when I stretch them with my fingers,
the electric sparks connect straight to my hard nub and it is
awesome. But not tonight. I rub the huge purple head of the fake
male member around my sex, creating some friction and lubricating
my channel for the main event. The rubber head is wide and I’m
tight so I need it.

I lean my head back on the padded headboard
and try to relax my muscles. It doesn’t work. Maybe some visuals
will help out. I imagine my gorgeous P.A., Mark, under me. In my
fantasy, I take his big, beautiful shaft and impale myself with it.
I know Mark very well. He is bigger than my dildo and he makes my
toes curl when he fills me up with his thick shaft. I kneel on the
bed, closing my eyes to make the illusion that the vibrator is Mark
more convincing. I circle my hips, sway back and forth but can’t
feel a damn thing. I need to concentrate more!

“Focus, Carol Anne!”

I lie on my back with my butt close to the
headboard, raise my legs and put my feet flat against the wall. I
guide the rubber head back inside me and close my eyes to visualize
Mark’s young body between my thighs as I wrap my feet around his
neck.

He’s just graduated from Harvard Business
where he was a jock with the rowing team. He’s got a body to match
the stereotype: big shoulders, narrow waist; wide, muscular chest;
strong, long arms and legs. I remember the way he moans when I
bite, lick and suck his nipples. I move the dildo against my front
wall. The crooked tip feels great pressing my G-spot. I buck and
imagine Mark thrusting his hips against mine and jabbing his rod
deep inside my wet channel. My walls start to quiver, sweat breaks
over my body and my breathing gets heavier. This vibrator never
fails me. I can feel a big one coming. And the batteries die...

“
No – no –no! This can’t be happening to
me!”

I throw the rubber dildo across the room. It
hits the wall, bounces back and lies lifeless on the floor. It’s
mocking me, the damn thing! Now, I’m really pissed off. I’m all
revved up and need release so I shove two fingers inside me to get
off. I go as deep as I can yet nothing happens. I bite my lips and
try to remember Mark’s hot body but the image eludes me. After a
few more tries, I give up.

“I’ll take a shower to cool me down.”

Since I sleep naked, I go straight to the
shower stall and turn the water on. I don’t test the temperature or
anything, I march under the shower head and let the water pour down
my head, nape and along my sweaty back. The water is hot but I
don’t mind it. This should relax me. Still, the throbbing, pulsing
muscles in my secret places won’t cooperate. All that energy and
tension I managed to build inside my lower body have nowhere to
go.

I notice the hand-held shower head and
remember it has a special massage feature. Well, it might work.
I’ve already played with myself during shower but never tried it
with a shower head. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I
grab the hand-held, switch the water on to pulsating and direct the
jet to my clitoris. I spread my folds with one hand and twist the
wrist holding the shower from side to side making the jets caress
my engorged flesh. The water flows inside me and tap against my
clitoris. The sensation is amazing. I would never have imagined it
could be like this.

“Hm, that’s hot.”

I moan and increase the flow of water
letting it spray faster and harder over my sex and sometimes
directing a wicked jet into my backside hole. The muscles there
pucker at the sudden invasion and the feeling reflects in my
hardened nub. My legs buckle under me and I lean against the cold
tiled wall for support when the climax hit me without warning and
with a strength I hadn’t expected. I close my eyes and see bright
spots behind my eyelids. I gasp and cry out. I swallow hard because
my mouth and throat get dry. The spasms start deep inside me and
ripple through all the muscles in my body. Shower time will never
be the same for me.

At last, I am relaxed. I towel myself
quickly leaving the refreshing feel of water on my skin. The cold
air in the room triggers delicious goose-bumps all over me. I lie
on my stomach in the middle of the huge bed. My intimate muscles
are still throbbing but all my nerve endings relaxed and I drift
into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

* * * *

The alarm clock goes off just a couple of
hours later but I’m clear headed and ready for action. A few hours
of sleep are enough for me. I go through my morning routine: jog in
Central Park, shower, and breakfast with some time to spare. I get
to the office earlier than usual and Mark is already at his desk.
Although I greet him just as I do all my other employees, I see his
pants bulging and I bet he checks out my backside when I enter my
office. I’m wearing a tight pin skirt that I know shows off my
round butt.

The morning meeting is a success. I don’t
solve the economic crisis, obviously, but I am able to calm down my
hard-to-please clients. Nevertheless, last night’s events sneak up
on me every time I look at Mark during the meeting. I’m not a
blushing kind of girl so my face is hot from excitement, not
embarrassment. I’ll have to find some time in my schedule today to
fuck Mark senseless. After everything I went through last night, I
crave for a warm body rubbing against mine and he’s my current boy
toy. He doesn’t complain at all about being treated as one, and why
should he? He gets to fuck his smoking hot boss, to have tons of
fun, no strings attached. This is every young guy’s wet dream.

I check my planner and find out I can
squeeze in some me-time in the afternoon right after an appointment
I have with a candidate for the receptionist position. I let the
Personnel Department handle all the hiring and firing but I make a
point of interviewing each future employee to get to know my team
members personally. Also, my word is final in the process.

“Get us a suite at the W Hotel nearby around
3 PM,” I text Mark.

“Done,” he replies less than 5 minutes later
with the confirmation number.

I relax in my chair and get to work on my
computer. Later, I’ll have lunch at my desk to save some precious
time. Mark takes care of these little details for me. I forget them
when I’m concentrating so I’m surprised to hear my door open and
see him entering with a few delivery bags. My favorite sandwich and
juice are inside them and he smiles at me as he hands me two bags,
keeping two for himself.

“I bet you haven’t order anything to eat,
have you?”

“Of course I haven’t. Thank you. I see you
ordered for yourself, too. Great. Grab a sit and let’s eat.”

He cleans a spot on my desk, beside my left
arm and sits down. He has an absolutely irresistible smile on his
lips. His dark green eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Who’s a naughty boy, today? What if
somebody comes in?”

“Not to worry. I locked the door behind
me.”

I run my hand up his thigh.

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

My hand stops a few inches shy of this
bulged zipper and I lift my eyes to him. I smile the fakest
innocent grin I can manage and we both laugh.

“Now, be a good boy and behave. We’ll have
plenty of time for this later.”

I squeeze him lightly over his pants as I
lick my dry lips and lock my gazed with his. Mark sighs and squirms
on the table.

“You’d better be prepared, then, Carol. I
had a very hot dream last night involving you, some handcuffs and a
whip.”