My shins sank into the deep pile carpet as I looked up into Mr Stone’s eyes with my hands rested on my thighs. His fingers were under my chin, holding me in place as he observed my position. His cock hung erect, inches away from my face.
“Now Rosie, do you remember what I said about liking messy blowjobs?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without my voice breaking.
He smirked. “Good. It’s time to show you what I mean.”
He let go of my chin, running this thumb over my bottom lip to part my mouth. He placed the digit inside, expanding my mouth. Leaving it open, he took hold of his cock and glided his silky head along the line of my lips. The action sent shivers down my spine.
“Now. Start to suck me.”
I moved my head forward, taking his tip into me. I gave him a slow and gentle suck, trying to familiarise myself with the sensation and taste of him.
“Mmm. Good. Now more,” h
I’d not slept a lot, turning over in my head how I was going to rectify this situation. I had decided if I let this part of the game go on any longer, there was every chance I would give up my virginity. He did something to me when we were intimate. It was like I was instantly under his spell, and willing to do anything to please him. It was dangerous, and I had to stop. Clearly to him, taking my virginity would simply be another notch on his bedpost. I was determined not to let that happen.When I heard him get up that morning, I decided to stay in bed. I listened intently as I heard the faint sound of a shower from his side of the apartment, realising that he must have an en suite. Then the familiar sounds of draws being opened and closed came through the walls as he undoubtedly got dressed.When his door clicked open, I remained perfectly still. I wondered if he would come in here to see if I was awake. I shut my eyes in case I had to deceive him, but wh
During Tuesday lectures I was greeted by raised eyebrows and whispers. This wasn’t totally unusual, but I hadn’t even sat down yet. I wasn’t sure what I possibly could have done to gain this kind of attention so early in the morning.However, I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Emma strode over to me, the brightly coloured pages of a magazine held aloft. She threw it onto the table in front of me. “So, you decided to have him for yourself, did you?!”Confused, I pulled the magazine towards me to look at the page that was open. As soon as I did, my blood ran cold, and I removed my hand as if I had been burnt. There was a picture of Mr Stone and I leaving Tape. My coat was open, meaning that my pushed-up cleavage was completely on display. My legs that I was so intent on hiding were laid bare. Mr Stone was holding my hand. I had forgotten that. I hadn’t even known there was a photographer around. I’d been so flustered f
I stepped carefully around the floor littered with beer cans and Xbox game cases.“Excuse the mess,” he called out. “Three guys in their 20’s all living together is never gonna be tidy.”Matt was in the kitchen getting us drinks, while I got to study the horrifying nature of the living room.I gave a small laugh, but looked at the threadbare sofa covered in stains with trepidation. Was it originally brown? Or was that the colour it had gone since being in this flat? I wasn’t sure I really wanted to sit down on it.“No problem,” I lied. “I’ll just move this stuff out the way.”I went to remove the pile of laundry, but Matt appeared at the door way. “Oh no, don’t worry. We’re not staying in here.”“We’re not?”“No, I don’t want Steven or Bill disturbing us…We’re going to my room.” He gave me an easy
As he undid the button, I pulled away just a little so that his hand stopped.“Matt…you know…” I began, avoiding his gaze.“It’s okay,” he soothed. “I know this is a big step for you…I just…I really like you. I want to show you how much I do.”Wow, he really likes me? No-one has ever said that to me before. My heart swelled. His words seemed to work on me, because the next thing I knew, he’d removed my jeans. In that moment, something occurred to me. I still felt self-conscious, but no where near the extent I knew I would have been without Mr Stone’s interventions. Stop thinking about Mr Stone, Rosie.Matts fingers were now rubbing me over my knickers. It was…okay. There weren’t the sparks I had been expecting, but maybe I wasn’t giving this enough attention. I tried to relax. His hand went under the hem of my panties. This was it. I was sure as soon as he
We hadn’t spoken since the fateful weekend. That did nothing to alleviate my anxiety. I wasn’t sure how he was going to act, but then I reminded myself that the weekend hadn’t meant anything to him. So, he wasn’t going to be any different. Was he? I decided to go into the office earlier than usual to see if I could catch him before his morning meetings began. I wouldn’t be able to focus unless I did it straightaway. When I pushed open the office door, I saw I was in luck.It looked as if he had just arrived, as he had removed the long grey cashmere coat, and was hanging it in its usual place on the steel coat stand.He cocked his head when he noticed my presence, in that way I found so disarming. “Miss Woods…You’re in early. Are you making up for the other day?”I stopped in my tracks, halfway across the floor to my desk. “Making up for…” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
As usual, mine and Mr Stone’s paths did not cross too much during the day. I was now absorbed in the work with Blast. My team had spent the morning pitching the new mock-ups to some of the company’s representatives, and had received very positive feedback about my ideas for a more retro theme. As a result, Mr Fraggon had now begrudgingly accepted me into the fold. Or at the very least seemed to be giving me less and less derisive looks. Louise, the girl I’d worked with on my first day in the social media department had also been involved to showcase the ads we were going to run on Facebook and other platforms. We’d barely seen each other since Mr Stone had put my desk in his office.After we came out, she pulled me aside. “Hey, fancy lunch with me today? Unless you have other plans?”I firmly shook my head. “No, that would be great.”Thankfully, like me, Louise was saving money to pay off her student
The next few weeks were confusing and weird to say the least. My desk was moved out of Mr Stone’s office, and I realised how unlikely it was going to be that I would ever return to the ‘Sky Lounge’. Thankfully they let me work next to Louise. I think it was partly under the guise that I was now focusing my attentions on the social media ads for Blast, but from the way people raised their eyebrows at me, I wasn’t sure they’d bought it. Louise was my saving grace, helping me to be distracted from the gossip, and making sure she always ate lunch with me.Mr Stone never contacted me directly after that. My make-up lessons with Adrianne ended, so there was no reason for me to visit his flat. I saw him twice in total, and that was only to watch him stride through the marble lobby to the lifts. The only thing I saw from him was impersonal emails to the Blast team about our work. Even within this, he never named me.This is what I’d as
“Wow.”Adriane’s jaw was nearly on the floor, but I hadn’t dared to look yet.Despite the fact our lessons were over, I had still been sent an email by Greta telling me the details of where to go to prepare for the Blast launch. This time there had been no fancy shopping trip. Instead, a selection of dresses had already been picked out for me and were waiting on a rail in the salon. Despite my aversion to dresses, even I couldn’t deny how beautiful some of these were. In the end, I had let Adrianne decide again.So here I was, standing in front of the floor length filigree mirror. Finally, I took a proper look. At first, I squinted, stepping closer to the mirror to make sure it was really me. It didn’t look like me because…well…the reflection looked…kind of beautiful? Adrianne had selected a deep crimson velvet dress. It ran all the way down to my feet, but a long slit revealed the top of my