DIRTY DESIRES: A Collection Of Erotic Stories

Eight: Filthy little thing

SERAPHINA'S POV.

I should never have gone to that club.

I should never have let another man touch me, let alone f**k me senseless until I forgot I had a husband waiting at home.

I should have controlled my s****l fantasies. Should have endured the boring, predictable, painfully gentle s*x with Daniel and gone back to my toys like a responsible married woman and never set foot outside that door.

I should have just gotten a better vibrator.

But I hadn't. And here I was.

What had I gotten myself into?

Daniel might be oblivious but he was not stupid.

He was patient and trusting and he saw the best in everything but he was not blind and he was not a fool and eventually, he would start to notice something.

He would start asking questions and I was a terrible liar when it came to Daniel because he looked at me with so much love and so much trust that every dishonest word felt like swallowing glass.

But what if he didn't find out?

He wouldn't if I said nothing.

Who was I kidding?

I won't get out of this cleanly.

I was in trouble.

I did this to myself and there was no one to blame asides myself and my p***y.

Mostly my p***y.

I hateed how my lips tingled as I remembered the kiss, wishing he never stopped.

I wish we had kissed more and I wished he had f****d me right there in his office. I had always had this fantasy about getting f****d in an office, on a desk, forced to keep quiet but it had never happened and it probably would never happen but I can atleast daydream can't I?

The thought of him ramming into me, over and over, until my legs shook and I dripped my own desire all over his paperwork, made my stomach clench.

My p***y reacted instantly, clenching around nothing, a sudden, aching emptiness settling between my legs.

I was practically dripping, and all because of a man I shouldn't want.

"f**k," I whispered, the sound harsh in the silence of my bedroom.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. Ever since I’d walked out of his office, he had refused to leave my mind. He was living rent-free in my head, occupying every thought. I hated it but at the same time, I liked it.

Dammit.

I can't take this anymore.

I stood up from the bed, walked to the bedroom door, and twisted the lock.

Daniel was still at work, but I couldn't risk him coming home early. Not when I was about to do something he would despise.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I moved to the dresser. I pulled open the bottom drawer, pushing aside stacks of neatly folded sweaters to reach the very back. There, nestled in a velvet pouch, was my pink toy.

It was sleek, silicone, and shaped perfectly to hit every spot Daniel ignored.

Daniel hated this thing. He had made that clear the first time he found it. He said that a woman shouldn't need a piece of plastic if her husband was doing his job. He made me promise to never use it, to throw it away, though I had only hidden it instead.

To him, it was probably disgusting; to me, right now, it was the only thing that might save me from going insane.

I looked at the pink silicone, my thumb brushing over the raised ridges at the base.

I knew I should put it back and wait for Daniel, or better yet, take a cold shower. But the memory of Aaron’s hands, the phantom sensation of his c**k driving into me on that desk, was too strong.

The need for release clawed at my insides, overriding my husband’s disapproval.

I climbed back onto the bed, the sheets already cool where I had been lying. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the throbbing ache between my thighs.

I reached up, hooking my fingers into the thin straps of my satin nightie. I slid them down my shoulders, the fabric whispering against my skin before pooling around my waist.

The cool air hit my exposed breasts instantly, causing my n*****s to peak into hard, sensitive nubs. I didn't bother covering them; instead, I let the nightie slide down further, bunching at my hips.

I lifted my legs, peeling the damp fabric of my panties down and tossing them onto the floor. The feeling of freedom, of being bare and open, sent a fresh jolt of electricity through my veins.

I spread my legs wide, my knees falling open to expose myself completely to the empty room. The air felt cold against my heated, slick flesh. I bit my lip hard, the pain grounding me as my fingers trailed down my stomach before reaching my wet folds.

My fingers slipped effortlessly through the mess I had already made, coating my skin in my own arousal.

The last time I had been this drenched was when I was with Mr. Voss. Just the thought of him standing there, imposing and dominant, made my p***y clench around nothing, spurting more wetness onto my fingers.

I couldn't wait any longer. I picked up the dildo, the smooth silicone surface slick with my own juices from where I had gripped it earlier. I pressed the head against my entrance, the rounded tip nudging apart my swollen lips.

A soft, ragged gasp left my lips as I pushed it in, just an inch at first. My body responded instantly, the walls of my cunt fluttering and sucking at the intrusion, trying to pull it deeper.

My eyes fluttered shut, and the bedroom dissolved. In the darkness behind my eyelids, Mr. Voss was there. I could almost smell his cologne, that rich, woodsy scent that clung to his expensive suit. I imagined it was his thick c**k running through my folds, not silicone. I pictured him dragging his length through my wetness to coat himself before claiming me.

I mimicked the motion with the toy, pulling it out until just the tip remained inside, then pushing it back in shallowly. I teased myself, letting the ridge of the dildo catch on my entrance, over and over again.

The friction was maddening, a slow burn that stoked the fire higher instead of quenching it. I was getting myself even wetter.

In my mind, Mr. Voss was smirking down at me, watching me squirm, enjoying the power he held over my body even in his absence.

"F... Fuck..."

The breathy moan tore from my throat.

I couldn't take the slow torture anymore. I twisted my wrist, angling the dildo upward, and thrust it deeper inside me.

My back arched off the mattress, a sharp ache flaring along my spine as my body strained to accommodate the full length.

My wet cunt stretched around the toy, the walls expanding to hug every inch of the silicone shaft.

I ground the base of the dildo against my c**t, the vibration sending shockwaves through my pelvis. I imagined Mr. Voss pinning me down, his hips snapping forward with that ruthless precision he possessed. I imagined him filling me up, stretching me until I was screaming his name, making me take every thick inch of him whether I could handle it or not.

My breath hitched in short, shallow gasps as I began to thrust in earnest, pumping the dildo in and out of my dripping hole.

The wet sounds echoed in the room, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I chased the high, driven by the image of the man who had ruined me for anyone else.

My fingers dug into the sheets, twisting the fabric as I f****d myself harder, deeper, pretending it was him.

My free hand moved to my breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching and pulling at my n*****s.

I arched my back, imagining his hot mouth wrapped around the sensitive peaks, his teeth grazing the skin just hard enough to hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut, the fantasy so vivid it felt real.

I could feel his breath, hot and damp, fanning over my collarbone. I could feel his hands, gripping my hips to hold me still for his onslaught.

"Please," I whimpered into the empty room, "Aaron..."

The orgasm hit me like a sledgehammer, pleasure crashing through my system with enough force to whiten out my vision.

I moaned his name out loud, the sound ragged, tearing from my throat as my body seized, my toes curling as the waves rolled over me, again and again, leaving me gasping and trembling in their wake.

I could feel my juices spilling out of me, dripping down its length and soaking the sheets beneath me. I lay there for a moment, chest heaving, staring down at where the silicone disappeared inside me.

The sight sent a fresh jolt of lust through my already spent body.I couldn't help but imagine it being his c**k instead, picturing the thick, angry vein pulsing along the shaft, the flushed head glistening with our combined fluids.

Imagining my juices running down his length, mixing with his own release creating a mess of us.

The thought made my mouth water, wanting to taste, wanting to wrap my lips around him and suck him clean, to be his GoodGirl and swallow every drop he gave me.

Slowly, I pulled the toy out, the loss of fullness making me ache. I brought it to my lips and ran my tongue along the shaft. It was just silicone, but in the haze of my fantasy, it was him.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I took it into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, moaning around the intrusion.

"Gosh," I breathed, letting the toy fall from my lips onto the wet sheets. I covered my face with my hands, a mix of shame and exhilaration washing over me. "Since when did I become a f*****g needy slut?"

The answer was terrifyingly clear. Since him.

I got off the bed with shaky legs, walked to the bathroom, washed the toy, dried it, tucked it back into its velvet pouch and buried it back behind the sweaters where Daniel would never look.

I changed the sheets. Took a shower. Lay back down on the fresh sheets and stared at the ceiling.

How was I going to cope being Aaron Voss's personal assistant?

I couldn't be his assistant. I knew exactly what would happen if I was alone with him consistently because apparently I was f*****g attracted to him.

But how did I refuse?

He didn't take no for an answer. He didn't like people defying his orders. He didn't like people period from what I could tell.

And me? I didn't like people telling me what to do either.

I was not his toy.

I had been for one night but that was it. That was supposed to be it.

I was not going to be his personal assistant.

That was final.

•••

I kissed Daniel good morning and he smiled against my lips and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

"Good morning sweetheart." He grinned, pulling back just enough to look at me.

Before all of this my stomach would have fluttered at that smile but staring at it now, I felt nothing.

"You look beautiful this morning. As always." He pecked my lips.

"Thank you." I smiled. "You're leaving already?"

"I was gonna wait for you to get dressed so we can leave together."

I took a small breath.

"I'm not coming with you."

He blinked slowly. "What do you mean you're not coming?"

"I don't want to be Mr Voss's personal assistant." I kept my voice steady and my face as innocent as God had ever made it. "I changed my mind."

"But you accepted the offer." He frowned slightly. "Did something happen? Did he say something to you when I stepped out?"

"Nothing happened." I replied too fast, "I just don't like him. He makes me uncomfortable and I don't want to work in an environment where I feel like that"

He looked at me for a long moment and I held his gaze.

"If he makes you uncomfortable then you made the right call baby." He pressed a kiss to my forehead, making my chest crack just a little. "I'll make up an excuse for you. He'll understand."

He'll understand.

Sure Daniel. Aaron Voss would absolutely understand.

"I hope so,"

"Don't worry about it." He kissed me again quickly. "I gotta go now. Call me If you need anything. I love you."

I stiffened for exactly half a second.

"I love you too." I smiled too wide. "Drive safe. Call me when you get there."

He left after more kisses and smiles.

I watched the door close behind him and stood there with the guilt sitting so heavy in my chest it was starting to feel like a permanent resident.

I was definately going to hell.

I unrolled my yoga mat, sat down and breathed.

In. Out. In. Out.

I did every single pose I knew because I was not getting up until every thought of Aaron Voss completely breathed out of my system.

It didn't work.

I was mid warrior pose, finally feeling something close to zen, my mind blessedly quiet for approximately thirty seconds, when my phone rang.

I reached for it without looking, already smiling because it had to be Daniel calling from the car like he always did.

"Da—"

"Miss Davis."

My entire body froze.

That voice.

What the f**k?

"Mr... Mr Voss?"

"Miss Davis." His voice was even. "You have one hour to appear in front of me. If that time passes and I still don't find you here, your husband can kiss his job goodbye. And I will personally make sure no other company in this damn city so much as looks at his resume. And oh. You wouldn't want him to find out how well you sucked my c**k now would you?"

My mouth fell open.

The audacity.

He had not just— he did not just— Jesus Christ.

"Be here in half an hour."

He hung up.

I stood there on my yoga mat in the middle of my living room with my phone in my hand and my mouth still open.

He had threatened me.

The arrogant freaking bastard.

I gritted my teeth.

Fine.

Fine then.

I dropped the phone, walked to the bathroom and took the most longest shower of my entire life.

I never like to rush while dressing up cause I love looking so damn sexy all the time and I don't give a f**k if he gave me just half an hour to be at his office.

I grabbed my bag, checked my reflection, decided I looked excellent and walked out.

The drive took just over twenty minutes.

I paid the driver, got out, and walked into the building without a single ounce of urgency in my entire body.

Bitch Stella looked up when I walked in, not surprised.

I offered no smile, no greeting or acknowledgment that we had met before.

Before I could even open my mouth she slid a black executive keycard across the desk toward me.

"Mr Voss is expecting you"

I picked it up without thanking her and walked to the elevator.

I ran my thumb along the edge of the card the whole ride up and told myself I was not nervous, I was annoyed.

The elevator opened onto the executive corridor and I walked to his office doors and swiped the card and pushed them open and stepped inside.

His eyes found mine the moment I walked in.

He was standing at the window, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone loosely at his side, and he turned when he heard me and the look on his face made me stop mid step.

My brain sent a strongly worded objection.

"You're ten minutes late, Miss Davis. I don't appreciate being kept waiting."

The cold laugh climbed up my throat before I could catch it.

"And who exactly are you that can't be kept waiting?" I tilted my head pleasantly. "God?"

His eyes darkened.

I held back a gulp as he stepped forward.

"Watch that mouth when you speak to me,"

"And if I don't?" I stepped closer instead of back, heels clicking once against the floor, eyes blazing. "What exactly are you going to do—"

The breath left my body in one sharp gasp.

One second I was standing. The next his hand was at my back and I was bent over his desk, my cheek pressing against the cool polished wood, my palms flat against the surface, completely unable to move with the solid weight of him behind me holding me exactly where he had decided I was going to be.

It happened so fast I had not even registered the motion.

His lips found my ear.

"You want to know what I'm going to do?" He growled. "I'm going to teach you exactly what it means to never talk back at me. By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to sit down for weeks"

His breath right against my skin made my entire body quiver.

"And you're going to thank me for every single second of it, you filthy little thing."