The following day, Arthur's mind was helplessly ensnared by lascivious thoughts of Livianna Atkiss as he stepped back into the office environment. The mere notion that they now shared the same workspace was electrifying, fueling the fire of intrigue that coursed through his veins.
If he could resist, he might have, but such desires seemed impossible to quell.
Arthur was a man of passion, and when the allure of Livianna beckoned, he was compelled to heed that siren call.
As he pondered his impulsive decisions, his office door swung open, ushering in Troy, his personal assistant and childhood friend. In Troy's hand was a file, a dossier rich with every intricate detail about Livianna Atkiss he got from the Human Resources department.
With a heavy sigh, Arthur accepted the file, almost reluctantly. He thumbed through its contents until he laid eyes on her image, a passport photo that confirmed her identity. A wry grin crossed his lips as he nodded slowly, admitting, "Yes, indeed, she's the one."
Troy, his brow furrowing with concern, dared to broach the subject that loomed heavily in the room. "Arthur, are you truly determined to tread this path? What if the curtain falls and your clandestine escapades are laid bare for all to see?"
Arthur rolled his eyes at Troy's concerns before responding with an air of defiance, "Listen, I'm not going to get caught as long as nobody starts blabbering about this. And let's be clear, Troy, it's just a little fun with her for the next twelve weeks, nothing more."
Troy, visibly disturbed, shook his head and shot a disapproving look at Arthur. "Twelve weeks is an awfully long time for this kind of risky business, especially considering the circumstances. She's not some random whore you found on the street; she's your employee, for God's sake. It's a stretch to attribute this to destiny, Arthur."
Arthur's brows knitted, but a wicked smile curled at the corners of his lips as he contemplated Troy's remark. "Damn, Troy, you might be onto something there. it's starting to make sense in a twisted way. It does appear as if I'm destined to have a passionate engagement with her. Otherwise, how would you explain her continuing to work in my company after I've f**ked her? It's like the universe wants me to enjoy her."
Troy let out an exasperated sigh, at a loss for further words, realizing his words were falling on deaf ears.
But Arthur was determined. "You know what? I'm going to relish every moment of this. That woman is mine to savor, mine to f**k for the next twelve weeks, and nothing will change that. So, do me a favor, call her in."
Troy's eyes widened in shock. "You can't be serious, are you?"
Arthur confirmed his intentions with a nod, "Yes, I'm going to f**k her right here in my office. I need some privacy, and luckily, I don't have any appointments until noon. This is about to get interesting."
Troy vehemently shook his head, deeply unsettled by the audacious proposition. "Sir, you're treading into dangerous territory here. Having a sexual encounter with your own employee in your office? It's a recipe for disaster! What if someone catches you in the act?"
Arthur, however, remained obstinate and cast a steely glare at Troy. "I won't get caught, that's for sure. As for boundaries, Troy, let me remind you that I'm the one in charge here. I can exercise my authority as I see fit. Now, do as I've instructed."
"But what about her? What if she —"
Arthur dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand, his tone unwavering. "Not to worry. I won't be summoning her early. I plan to meet with her later this afternoon."
Troy reluctantly sighed and nodded in resignation, well aware that he had no other option. He turned to leave the office, leaving Arthur to his bold and provocative intentions.
Troy discreetly tracked down Livianna and, in order to avoid any undue attention, summoned her away from her usual post within her department.
Livianna approached Troy with an air of perplexity, inquiring, "Is there something I can assist you with, Mr. Simmons?"
Troy nodded in affirmation and conveyed, "Mr. Regal wishes to see you immediately in his office."
Livianna's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart racing with trepidation. "What? Right now? In his office?"
Troy nodded once more, emphasizing the urgency. "Yes, right away. He does not appreciate being kept waiting."
With a trembling breath, Livianna reluctantly nodded in acknowledgment. She proceeded to Arthur's office, and, after a hesitant knock, he beckoned her to enter, which she did.
A sly grin crept across Arthur's lips as he hungrily eyed her. She was dressed in a sleek black skirt, long, crisp white sleeves, and a sharp black blazer. In his eyes, she appeared irresistibly beautiful and the epitome of perfection – perfect for fucking.
She blinked, her apprehension evident, and slowly, albeit reluctantly, approached him. "I heard you needed to see me," she murmured, a tinge of fear in her voice.
Arthur was quick to pick up on her anxiety, and he rose to meet her gaze. "There's no need to be frightened, Ms. Atkiss," he said, a lascivious glint in his eyes. "I won't bite. Well, there are countless things I'm eager to do to that alluring body of yours right now. But 'biting' is the extent of it – as long as you're willing to cooperate."
Liv regarded him with a puzzled expression. "What do you mean by 'right now'?"
Arthur leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Isn't my office spacious enough for sex?" He whispered with seductive intent. "I'm free at this very moment, and my singular desire is you. All I can think about is the sensation of entwined bodies, the ecstatic moans and the scent of pure, raw lust. I need to pass the time, and the only way I want to do that right now is by exploring the hidden desires that pulse within you. So, my dear, strip," he commanded, his eyes smoldering with anticipation, awaiting her to comply with his directive.
Liv stood there, trembling with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue as the situation spiraled into a realm of complexity she had not anticipated. The idea of engaging in a sexual tryst within the confines of Arthur's office was a boundary she hadn't imagined they would transgress.
Her voice quivered as she attempted to convey her hesitation, "Mr. Regal, I'm not entirely sure... I mean, I'm occupied with work, and I'm certain you are too. Perhaps after our professional duties, we could adjourn to your apartment and—"
Arthur's countenance grew stern, and he interrupted her with a firm tone. "I can choose to have my way with that f**king pussy of yours at any time, Ms. Atkiss, or have you perhaps forgotten? Even if it entails multiple sessions in a single day, I will fuck you repeatedly. Do you grasp the magnitude of my intentions?"
Liv released a shaky breath, her resolve crumbling in the face of his dominance, and she responded with a nod, her submission inevitable. "Yes, I understand," she muttered under the weight of the situation.
Reluctantly complying with his command, Liv proceeded to strip, shedding her blazer and unfastening the buttons of her long-sleeve shirt.
As a surge of heat and anticipation filled the room, she inquired, "Do I truly need to disrobe completely? I'm reasonably certain you can access my — intimate regions without requiring me to be entirely unclothed."
Arthur considered her suggestion and realized its merit. While the desire to see her fully exposed was undeniable, he conceded to the compromise. He nodded approvingly and replied, "Very well. Remove your bra and lift your skirt. I'm going to fuck you from behind."
As she adhered to his explicit instructions, Liv unclasped her bra and elevated her skirt, affording him a tantalizing yet incomplete view of her desirable form.