Armand's Assistant

Tuesday

12:00 PM

Letter to clients and associates that was today’s pretext. Promptly at noon, I was called into his office. Why noon? Simple that is when most of the other paralegals on my floor take lunch.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Calderon.”

‘Yes, Ms. Morgan, I have a few letters I need to get out” motioning to the chair in front of him, “please have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

“Shall we start?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Half an hour later, with notes in hand, I stood, “I’ll get started on these replies immediately.”

“Why the rush, no lunch.”

“I’ll have something delivered,” I replied, “shouldn’t take long.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I want something?” Armand asked with a smirk

it was a trick, we both knew it, we both knew what he wanted, and it was not on any restaurant menu.

“Of course, do you want to see a menu, sir?”

“I don’t need a menu… I know what I want .”

“The restaurant menu, sir.”

“I’m looking at it… “He said approaching, “and I want it.”

“Mr. Calderon…” I began

“Armand, remember” he corrected me “Is my name so hard to say”

“No, it’s not hard, but I prefer Mr. Calderon.”

“Why,” he asked, tilting his head to the side as if to get a better look at me “What are you so afraid of?”

“Do you want me to answer that question?”  I asked looking up at him

“Yes, tell me why you are so afraid of me.”

“You are so wrong, it’s not you, I’m afraid of, it’s me and what I feel when I’m around you, the things I want to say, the things I want you to do to me, say to me, the places I want you to touch…”

“Then let me.” he pleaded, his breath hot against my already heated skin “let me touch you the way you want me to…tell me, and I’ll do it, I’ll do anything you want, tell me what you want Ms. Morgan.”

“It won’t be right.”

“If it feels right, then it is right, and I promise you, it will feel so right.”

I opened my mouth to say something, and then close it when the word didn’t form “I…”  Calderon smiled “See, I’m right… I can see it in your eyes, your lips…your face you want it just as bad as I do, don’t deny it.” he teased, his mouth inches from mine, Damn, I thought, I’m not going to get out of this, not this time. “Full lips, that promise to leave a man begging for more. Round beautiful breast, standing out, begging touch, kiss, caress…” slowly moving around me, appraising “tight little ass, perfect, ready to be mounted… have you ever.”

“Ever…” I repeated too dazed by his words to understand what he was saying

“Been f****d in the ass.”

“No…” I whispered breathlessly, shocked that the word came from my lips

“Do you want me to?”

“No”

“Liar” he teased palming my ass, then squeezing them firmly “I’ll be your first, I’ll be gentle, I promise” he whispered against my ears. It was not a question, it was a promise, and I felt the hot liquid flood my panties, damn I thought, even his word turned me on, I could only imagine what would happen when he touched me, damn the possibilities “all you have to do is say ‘yes’”

“I can’t…”

“I know you want me… I can smell you.”

“No…”

“Liar… you’re wet. I can smell your p***y juices, take it off, I want it.” “Please…” I begged not sure what I was asking for, It was either for him to push me back up against the wall and f**k me or for him to let me walk away.

“Either you do it or I will,” he said firmly

“I won’t.”

“Good” the hands cupping my ass, were now moving down my legs, under my shirt, slowly up my legs, over my thighs, under the waistband of my thong, pulling it down my legs, lifting one leg at a time as needed to strip me of my garment. “See how easy that was…” Calderon teased dangling the flimsy little piece of fabric in front of me before smelling it “sweet, I knew it.” 

Without a word, I ran out the room, straight to the ladies room, into a private stall, hiked my skirt up over my hips, lean back against the wall and finger f****d my aching p***y until I silently screamed my release, Damn, I thought, the possibilities and Calderon  hadn’t even touched me…. Damn.