Taming Cinderella

Chapter 2 : Bounded by Virtue

Ella:

I finish off all my morning chores and reach my office early. I had worked for a good two years at Accent, a Fortune 500 company and this was my chance to work towards that full time contact I had been eyeing since a year.  

Until now I was a subcontractor on an agency’s payroll so Accent had no obligations whatsoever towards me as I was not really their employee. So, I was working overtime to secure at least million dollar company accounts to gain a permanent position at Accent.

“Hey gorgeous!” somebody whispered slowly in my ear.

I recognized that voice and swung around, hugging him and smiled gleefully, “Joeyy, what are you doing so early?”

Joe was my first ever boyfriend in life. My step mum would man me like a hawk at home and never let me date anybody. Whenever I’d ask her the reason she would pretend to be all sweet and say, Oh Ella, I am your mother after all, I know who can keep you happy so you must always listen to me and marry the man I will choose for you” I doubt if she actually had my best interests at heart.

“I had to file some important papers for onboarding an account. Can you help me find them in the file room?” he pleaded naughtily.

“ Awwww you’re so melodramatic at times. Yes, indeed I will” I teased him.

As I was accompanying him to the file room, I recollected the first time I came across his name. I knew nothing about Joe before meeting him. I noticed his name on the list of graduates including me who had just started working in Accent’s graduate program. 

The morning of our first day at work, I was running late because Mary wanted me to drop off her clothes at dry-cleaners before going to work. She knew it was my first day and the cleaners open only at 9 am yet she insisted I finish her task first. 

As I rushed through the door, entering Accent’s premises, I noticed a fair, blond hair, five-foot eight inch guy sitting in the lobby with a fresher batch attached to his front pocket. He seemed to be staring impassively at the receptionist, both feet tapping away on the floor, hands loosely rested on his thighs.

After getting all the fresher formalities sorted, I sat besides him and he eagerly introduced himself to me. During our brief conversation, he described himself as a “tall handsome athlete who played football”. I chuckled to myself about the description but as time went by, I realized that he was actually good natured, confident and ambitious.

Joe pursued me relentlessly for six months before I finally agreed to go out on a date with him. I had instructed him to never come to our house as Mary would kill me if she ever found out I had a boyfriend. At times, I often enjoyed the thrill that came with maintaining such a level of secrecy.

As we entered the file room, he turned around and latched the door behind him. I swung around and innocently questioned, “ Joey, what are you doing?”

He pulled me towards him against the door and looking in my eyes asked cheekily, “What do you think I'm doing?”

He starts kissing my shoulder all the way up to my neck, tickling my senses. His hands start grazing around my back and slide all the way down to grab my ass. By now, his lips had reached for mine, kissing fervently as if he was running out of time.

I could smell the onion bagel which he normally has from the Bagels bakery around the corner. I tried to kiss him right back but I just couldn’t seem to. His tongue was trying to push past my lips to explore my mouth further but my jaw just jammed shut refusing to give him access.

His fingers had started toying with the buttons of my blouse. I felt his hard erection jutting at me between my thighs and my skirt was raised all the way up to my waist.

“It’s almost 9 am now, people will start coming to the office. I don’t want to be caught like this Joe” I whispered nervously to him.

He replied, “ Oh c’mon Ella, we haven’t done it even once since we started dating” and continued to kiss me. Breathing heavily he tried to reassure me saying “I know you’re a virgin, I shall be gentle baby, I promise”

Ever since we started dating, we would kiss occasionally outside the office in cafes and places where I knew my step-mum or sisters would never visit. Else they would turn my already miserable life into a living hell.

Joe would always try to make out with me and I would give in a couple of times but I always stopped him when his hands went inside my pants. I wanted Joe to be my charming prince, to marry and rescue me from my extended family, not just have casual s*x and walk away from each other.

He carried me over to the back of the room and held me against the rack of files. He frisked his hands over my breasts pressing them like he was kneading the dough for making pasta. I almost started laughing thinking about it. The very next moment his fingers pushed my underwear aside and rubbed me hard repeatedly and I felt “NOTHING”

This was the first time a guy had ever touched me down there. I really loved Joe with all my heart. How could I possibly feel “NOTHING”?

I have never explored myself ever down there because I was always so scared. My friends would talk about how they would experience multiple orgasms in their s****l escapades. I had read in all of those romantic novels that such acts of love make the body feel things they have never experienced before. 

Maybe this is how it was supposed to be or perhaps, I was incapable of feeling anything down there. For me, love was more than just s*x. There’s chemistry and intuition, and I felt like he was rushing into something that I had treasured for so long. I wanted it to be special, and not lose it like this in some dusty office file room.

The sound of the zipper sliding down from Joe’s trousers brought me back to reality. “Oh my god, what am I going to do?”