She had tried all night to forget it, but what had happened the day before continued to ring in her head. The way he felt, the way he smelled. Everything kept her awake.
She managed to get to work early even with the city's traffic. Today she had worn a pair of office pants, and a white shirt, she decided to wear a bra today, in case a thing like yesterday repeated itself.
As she placed his coffee on his desk, hot and black just like he always ordered, she noticed that he had not resumed for the day. She let out a sigh of relief she knew that once he came in, he wouldn't pass the front door but rather he would pass the secret door in his that led to his office.
She left his office less anxious. As she sat down to work, she couldn't help but wonder what exactly had happened yesterday, she knew she had to be blamed for what had happened. But what exactly happened... He had tried to seduce her that's what happened.... her mind snapped.
But she shook her little head, there was no way he would want to seduce her, that would mean that he wanted her, in a sexual way. But he was her boss, and even though she had a crush on him, she knew that he wouldn't look her way, she knew he could get prettier women, besides he probably just saw her as a little sister and yesterday was a slip up.... but nothing could deny that the way he looked at her was with the look of want.
She shook her head hard riding the stupid thoughts vacancy in her head. She typed the files harder and faster, hoping to occupy her thoughts with his schedule and not sexual fantasies starring him.
A few minutes to twelve he had stepped into his office, he was late, he was never late, yet he had slept in because he was too busy fantasizing about her. He took note of the black coffee on his desk, it was cold.
Reheating his coffee was the best excuse to see her again, he wondered if she wore the skirt again, he was excited to see her legs again, but he was scared that she would run away like a scarred rabbit.
He gives it a few minutes deciding not to call her just yet, he willed his mind to focus on work and not on how to work on his plan to make her his. He was obsessed with everything Jasmine.
Five minutes later and he couldn't help but ring her in, and almost like she knew he would call she ran straight in, looking a little flustered and not meeting his eyes. She looked at her feet when she walked to the front of his table and continued to stare down at them.
He hated not having her green eyes on him, but then his eyes trailed down her body and he wished he could say that he hated the fact that she looked beautiful in corporate wear but he couldn't. The pants had captured the beauty of her wide hips in a way that had him sitting straighter.
Her hair was as always in a bun, not a single hair in place, her pink lips were between her teeth and she bit it in nervousness.
"Mr Natch-"
"When it's just us call me by my name." he interruptes her, not liking how she called him so formally when all he wanted to do to her was in no way formal.
She snaps her head up, looking at him like he had two heads, no one was allowed to say his name in the office and here he was giving her permission freely. She could feel the nerves in her body increase.... she didn't know his name.
"Mr Natch-"
"Call me by my name Jasmine." he commands getting annoyed by her insistence to not follow his order.
He watched her fidget like a child ready for punishment infront of him, and when she continued to hesitate, he stood up from his chair walking up to her, she followed his figure with fearful eyes and when he stood too close to her she leaned further away, right into his table.
She was nervous he could tell, but he just wanted her to say his name, he wanted to hear it on her tongue.
"Mr Natch-"
"Do you not know my name Jasmine?" he questions stepping closer to her till he could feel all her curves.
She looks down shaking her head in shame. She had never seen or heard it, so she had no idea what it was.
He found pleasure knowing that he would be the first one hearing her call him by his name.
Wrapping one arm around her neck and the other around her waist, he draws her closer, burying his head in her neck, he breathes in her scent, taking in how she freezes, but soon melts into him. She was not resisting today, that made him smile and pull her closer, so close that she could feel the outline of his cock.
Then with the tips of his tongue, he traced his name on her skin, she tried to keep up with letter but she got lost in the sensation of his tongue on her skin, and all common sense seemed to melt away when he nipped her neck, his teeth and tongue bringing her pleasure in ways she could never have imagined.
She soon found herself falling harder into the pits of his seduction and soon her hands were in his hair pushing his body deeper into hers, while his tongue continued to make a map on her skin, he trailed it up, nibbling on her ear and finding her sensitive spot, she didn't know it yet, but she was unconsciously grinding on his leg and that made him crazy.
Bringing his lips to her ears, he whispers;
"My name is Tristan."
She lets out a gasp, feeling his knee between her leg and almost close to where she ached.
"Say my name Jasmine." he demands digging his knee softly into her clothed cunt and just like he ordered she moans his name, losing her self control in the ministrations of his knee between her legs.
She hides her face in his chest, releasing small moans, while his knee rubs her harder. She could feel her stomach tighten harder and she felt something big coming, but she didn't know what it was.
He was aware that she was about to cum, she held him tighter, moaning his name louder and she was letting out tiny whimpers, digging herself more into him, but he won't let her cum like that, he wanted to see her blush while he brought her to pleasure, he wanted to kiss her and swallow her moans and he would do just that.
Digging her face out of his chest, he holds her chin tight to make sure his little rabbit doesn't get away. She looked so pretty, her cheeks were red, her eyes were wide with fear and lust and pleasure, he could tell she liked ridding his thigh, his little rabbit was a dirty little minx after all.
She stares at him wondering what he wants to do, his hold on her jaw firm, and he seemed to be leaning in closer, she couldn't understand anything, too blinded by lust, but just as their lips were about to meet the door barges open and a voice screams....
"Tristan!"