My Kinky Valentine (4 page)

“Hmm, sounds perfect. Mine are in my bag.
You know my motto: never leave home without them.”

We banter during lunch. I like to keep these
encounters as friendly and free from work as possible. This is our
bonding time and I treasure it more than I’d ever confess to Mark.
He’s one of the brightest people I know and that is saying a lot
because intelligence is the most important trait I look for in the
people I invite into my intimate circle of friends and lovers. I
could go on talking to him for hours but we have work to do and I
want to get rid of the receptionist candidate as fast as
possible.

“Oh, Ms. O’Rourke must be arriving soon.
You’d better go back to your desk.”

Mark moves my chair until we’re facing each
other, lifts me up and settles me between his legs. He grabs my
behind and grinds his erection against my mound. I sigh and wrap my
arms around his neck, pushing his head down for a hot, hungry kiss.
Our upper bodies are glued together and I thrust my aching sex over
his hard erection. It’s his turn to moan. My fingers entwine in his
black hair and I bite his full lower lip, then, run the tip of my
tongue over it, pretending to soothe him. He pulls me closer and
squeezes my butt cheeks.

“God, I want you right here, right now.”

“I’m all yours, Madam,” Mark replies as he
nuzzles my neck and chuckles against my sensitive spot.

I take a deep breath to calm my nerves and
withdraw slowly from his heat. He’s panting as much as I am. He
leans his forehead against mine as he catches his breath.

“I promise it’ll be worth the wait, Mark.
Let’s get back to work, now.”

He obediently slides down the table, sets
his clothes straight and walks out of my office. I run my hands
down my own outfit and go to my in-suite bathroom to check myself
in the mirror. I reapply some make-up and fix my hair. In the
office, I put my hair in a professional-looking bun to tame my wild
curls. Some of them had gone astray during my little tryst with
Mark. My cheeks are flushed but it makes me look healthy and I like
the effect.

I go back to my desk a few seconds before my
intercom buzzes.

“Ms. O’Rourke is here to see you, Ms.
Sullivan.”

“Send her in.”

I had read Ms. Cindy O’Rourke’s résumé
before lunch. She is a little genius who has just graduated from
Columbia. I expect a nerdy, shy young girl to enter my room. I’m
taken aback by this siren that’s walking towards me now. Cindy
O’Rourke is a tall, gorgeous blonde. She’s got a slender body with
curves in all the right places that sway as she enters my office.
She’s wrapped in a tight black mini- dress that’s more appropriate
for a cocktail party than a job interview.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Sullivan,” she holds
out her hand to greet me. She’s got a strong grip and I’m surprised
at the jolt of energy that travels from my hand to my stomach at
the touch of her soft hand. “It’s such an honor to meet you. I’m
sorry for this outfit but I’ve got a part-time job as a waitress
nearby. I’m covering for a colleague today so I’ll go there
straight from here.”

“Well, you’ve got team spirit. I like that.
Please, sit down.”

I notice the hem of the absurdly short dress
moves up her thighs as she occupies the chair opposite my desk. I’m
a little uncomfortable when I glimpse her lacy black panties as she
crosses her long legs. I force my eyes to look into hers and she’s
smiling at me but I can’t quite read her expression because her
smile seems smug. That can’t be right. I shake my head and start
the interview.

“Ms. O’Rourke, I know jobs are hard to find
these days but this job is a low level entry position; especially
for somebody with a résumé as good as yours. Why did you
apply?”

“Ms. Sullivan, I’ve read everything that’s
ever been published about you: how you’ve started your own company,
how you’ve turned it into a billionaire business and how you’ve
changed the way stock brokers work today. In fact, your company was
the subject of a paper I wrote in college. The chance to work for
you, in any capacity, is the only reason I’ve applied.”

I don’t respect people who suck up to me
with empty flattery. Ms. O’Rourke looks and sounds absolutely
sincere.

“Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. I’m sure a bright
young girl like you will grow fast within the company. Now, will
your other job conflict with this?”

“I don’t see how. This is a part-time
morning job and I work nights in the bar. Today is an
exception.”

We talk for another half an hour or more.
The young Ms. O’Rourke is truly very intelligent and charming
although I keep picking up strange signs from her. If I didn’t know
better, I’d say she’s flirting with me which wouldn’t be
appropriate in a job interview even if she were a man. She’s way
too smart to make that kind of mistake. I check my watch and
realize it’s time to wrap this up or I’ll be late for my much more
rewarding appointment with Mark.

“Ms. O’Rourke, the job is yours. I’ll tell
Mr. Franklin at the Personnel Department to contact you with the
specifics and to send you an email with the paperwork. Now, is
there anything else you’d like to know about the company or the
position?”

“Are you gay?”

I laugh out loud. I’m not offended at
all.

“I get that all the time. But I like the
fact you asked me directly. I respect that.”

In fact, I respect people who aren’t
intimidated by my position and power. She’s scored many points with
me with that question.

“And the answer is ‘no’. I don’t do
relationships. I don’t have time, or energy, for all the dating
ritual. My business is practically a 24/7 responsibility but the
tabloids have a whole different version for my love life.”

“It’s a pity.”

I raise an eyebrow at her comment and she
quickly adds.

“I mean, not having time for yourself. I
understand the sacrifices your position requires but you’re young
and beautiful. You should date, have fun, enjoy life.”

Ms. O’Rourke blushes and her breathing is
quick. She seemed so poised up to a few seconds ago that I feel
sorry for her.

“Thank you. You are very kind. But not
dating doesn’t mean I don’t have fun or enjoy life. I do, believe
me. I just prefer to keep a low profile so the paparazzi never see
me on these occasions,” I smile openly, trying to put her at ease.
It doesn’t help because her face is bright red and she squirms in
the chair. I decide to put an end to her misery. I stand up and
hold out my hand. “Well, it’s been a pleasure talking to you. My
people will call you later today with the details. When can you
start?”

“As soon as you need me.”

“Be here tomorrow at nine. Mr. Franklin will
show you around and start your training.”

I go around the desk to see her to the door
at the same time I text Mark telling him to meet me at the hotel in
15 minutes. That’s why I don’t see her halt a few feet before he
reaches the door. I bump into her back and dive to catch my phone
before it hits the polished floor. To my utter embarrassment, I
miscalculate the distance and practically grab her soft, round
backside together with my phone.

“I’m so sorry. Forgive me.”

“Don’t worry. I stopped abruptly. It’s my
fault.”

My imagination is playing tricks on me
again. I could swear her voice trembled and her words came out as a
breathless whisper. I shake my head and open the door for her.

“Welcome to Horizon, Inc. I’m sure you’ll be
a great addition to our team.”

“Thank you, Ms. Sullivan. See you
tomorrow.”

I close the door, send an email to the
Personnel Department, turn off the computer, and rush out of the
office. My morning had been filled with steamy fantasies starring
Mark plus the night episode with my dildo followed by the shower
fun. None of which had been enough. I need the real thing today. As
I take my private elevator down to the lobby and press my hand
lightly over my aching sex, I don’t understand why I see a pair of
round female thighs slowly opening for me instead of Mark’s
muscular ones.

* * * *

“Mark, sweetie, I’m so sorry. But it’s not
working for me today. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

I unlock the cuffs I used to tie him to the
headboard and plop beside Mark on the bed. I’ve been straddling him
for a long time, riding his rigid, huge member, trying to get off
on his hot body but couldn’t manage to build a climax for
myself.

“I am sorry, Carol. I don’t know what I did
wrong. I came so hard inside you. That usually does it for you,
right?”

He looks so crestfallen as he leans down to
kiss me, I smile at him and ruffle his hair.

“It’s not your fault, silly. It’s just that
I’m stressed-out. I can’t sleep, I can’t relax. I thought fucking
would help me out with that. Besides, you played a starring role in
my date with a dildo last night until the damn batteries died.
Today I wanted the real thing. At least you had a great time,
huh?”

“But let me try one last thing, baby. I
don’t want you to leave empty handed and frustrated.”

He smiles and starts kissing his way down my
body. He scatters soft kisses over my skin until he reaches his
final goal. He kisses and bites the inside of my thighs and I throw
my head back on the pillows.

“God, Mark, you’re so good at this.”

I lift my hips and muffle his chuckle with
my crotch where he buries his face and inhales deeply. So sexy!

“You smell so sweet, Carol.”

I bend my knees and open myself to him. He
slides my body down until the edge of the bed and kneels on the
floor. I drape my legs over his shoulders and Mark grabs my thighs
as he lifts me up towards his eager mouth. I writhe and thrust as
his tongue licks my folds.

“Oh, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? I
can taste myself on you.”

I hold his head and press him down on
me.

“A little less conversation, a little more
action, please, Mark.”

He spreads me with two fingers and blows
inside my walls before latching on my hardened nub and suckling the
little pebble. I close my eyes, my mouth goes dry and I actually
pant and moan.

“Oh, Mark, that’s it. Good boy.”

I move my hips and crumple the bed sheets
under my hands. When he inserts a finger inside me I sit
upright.

“Oh, god! You’re awesome, Mark. Give me
more. Go deeper.”

I freeze when I open my eyes and see Ms.
O’Rourke standing at the door connecting the bedroom to the sitting
room. Through the half open door I can see, on the table, a tray
with the wine and glasses I had ordered when I checked in but had
forgotten all about. She works in the hotel bar, then. What an
awkward way to meet again. Or isn’t it?

Cindy has a hand up her skirt and it’s
obvious that she’s enjoying the show Mark and I are putting on for
her, involuntary as it may be. Mark notices I’ve stopped moving and
lifts his head from my sex to look at me, frowning.

“What’s wrong, hon?”

I don’t want him to see her standing there
behind him so I smile and pull his head down.

“Nothing, sweetie, just keep on doing what
you’re doing. It won’t be long now.”

I look at the door again but there’s nobody
there. I must have hallucinated. I lie down again and close my
eyes. I try to concentrate on Mark but I keep seeing Cindy’s face,
breasts, thighs and buttocks, instead. The more I see her, the more
excited I get. So, I figure - what the heck? I’ll just play along
this time and see where it gets me. I relax my muscles and picture
Cindy over me, under me, cuffed to a bed, spreading her legs for
me, wiggling her butt in my face. I see her in every sexual
situation I can imagine and the pleasure finally coils up inside me
when I imagine her hot mouth on my throbbing body.

Mark is fucking me with three fingers and
his delicious tongue, but all I see is a certain blonde. I gasp and
cry out when the massive climax hits my inner walls. My sex grips
Mark’s hand and his tongue flicks my clitoris. I thrust on the bed
and wail as loud as I can. My throat gets sore, my muscles tense
then relax and I feel faint.

Mark sits me up on the bed and holds my
convulsing body. I haven’t had such an earth-shattering orgasm in
ages. I kiss his mouth, my taste is still strong on his tongue and
I smile against his lips.

“Thank you, Mark. I needed that.”

As he lies me down on the pillow, I’m
already asleep, dreaming of Cindy’s soft body pressing against
mine.

* * * *

When I wake up, Mark has already returned to
the office. He knows I prefer it this way. I stretch my body and
relive our encounter. There’s something disturbing in the way I
climaxed fantasizing about the new receptionist. I’ve never been
with a woman, not even during my years in the Catholic boarding
school I went to in Boston.

I’ve never had this reaction to another
woman either. I’d understand it if it had happened during college
when people experiment. I hadn’t. I guess my nose was too deep into
the books to pick up on anything else.

So I’m caught off guard by these amazing yet
new sensations. I like rough sex. I have my own long list of
nameless, hot boy-toys I use to fulfill my sexual needs from time
to time. I never cared for the vanilla sort of sex so I never
expected to be this turned on thinking about the female softness of
Cindy’s perfect body. I’m also intrigued by the vision I had. What
is wrong with me?

Unfortunately, I don’t have much time left
so I jump off the bed, take a quick shower and return to the
office. Whatever had happened in that hotel room seems irrelevant
now because I got the orgasm I was looking for.

“I’ll think about it tomorrow.”

* * * *