Frustration. Teased Pleasures.

Imagine...



Another day at work, with her hair done up and discreet studs upon her delicate ears. The lady wrapped by her conservative clothing, looking every part the intelligent and professional woman. Although today, she has a slightly more aggressive demeanour. Inside she was but boiling with frustration though she keeps it in check. To much to do, so much to be done, survive till lunch time and see what we one will do. There will be demanding projects awaiting, to be completed. The other executives are coming to finalise the deal, all in or all out.

Just yesterday, her day off, she decided to indulge herself in acquiring intimates, lingerie, anything to make her feel good somehow, these days, the stress of her work has really gotten to her, she tried on an assortment, she wanted to escape and feel sexy, every piece she puts on, gazing into the mirrors surrounding her, she imagines his searing hot touch, those large hands, pre-emptive, ready to do things that would drive her wild, madness. Her face flushed, eyes closed, hands running over her sensuous valleys, lines and curves, delighted, until she realizes, where she is, she stops, sighs.



This morning, she put on those very same sheer noir stockings which she bought the day before, velvet garters with satin to hold it to the dip above her hips, that enticing waist. A cool breeze somehow blows through the room, she quivers but decides not to wear her lace bottom, she wants to feel very naughty underneath her clothes, a sheer bra, gently cupping her luscious breasts, milky white skin, generously spilling over.

Then she remembers...he had left her a gift a few days ago, which he told her to open today, it would be a surprise, something she will love but there will be instructions involved. Without much expectations, she tears off the wrapping and opens the small box, inside was a wireless bullet vibrator with no remote control in site. She searches around the box, finding nothing but a small slip of paper- "Put this in you, and I want you to keep it in for the duration of the entire day until you return. Do not soil your work clothes today, I need a lady not a tramp."

Nervously, with hands shaking, expectantly and unexpectedly, not knowing what he has but planned yet again. She puts it in, nothing happens, she breathes out a sigh, but thoughts are already clouding her mind. Deep breathe, work, get your wits about, there is a deal to finish.

Back to the beginning, there she was at work, in the middle of presenting yet another project, she notices him sitting there ever so calmly, without a trace of expression to give away what his plans were for her. Then, as she was getting towards the end of the presentation, she felt something, entirely unexpected, below. Her eyes widened in slight shock, her face coloring a little, she was in a room, full of men she reminded herself. This was not the time to lose her composure. For within there was a beast purring, another ready to tear him down, once the contracted was signed of course, and she is out of the god forsaken room.

Then, a glance, she saw a knowing glint, pass by his eyes, momentarily, she could have mistaken it. Cool, there he was, very cool, not in the least phased. She asked of herself, why must he always torture me like so, if only the deal today was not with his company. She sighs an inward sigh, preservers...


Inside, she told herself, she would not give him even a hint of satisfaction to know of her state right now, he might have all the buttons, but she has the iron will of control. Let us see who shall prevail, determination creeping back into her self.


There we go, finally the presentation is over, nothing more spectacular happened as she breathes out slightly, a sigh in relief. Everyone was deemed impressed enough, of course here comes the negotiation process but she shall leave her team to finish off the rest of the minute details. She thought to herself we have nailed the deal in any case, he would not dare deny my company of it. She knows, they need her, they need her project, they have got nothing to lose. Oh, that face of his, she wanted to break that cool, that serene self, that complete void, lack of even a sign, a hint, she knew something was underneath it all, tonight...but


Tick Tock.

Lunch, oh no, damn it lunch, she almost forgot. He had a reservation booked at the newly starred Michelin restaurant, which he had been keeping an eye on for quite some time now. She, as usual, requests her driver to pick her up but with the usual traffic, she knew it would be quite a wait yet again. Surprisingly, standing in the breeze, she did not expect it to be as chilly as it was with the weather, and her bottom-less arse feels more bare than usual. Then a vibration, another vibration, a bigger vibration, a firm hand on her lower back, slightly pulling her in, a face drawing close, ever nearer, just by her ear, he whispers- "Do not worry, you won't be feeling cold for long." As quick as his face was there, his heated breathe upon her neck, he was gone again, the car had arrived. He waits by the door as the gentleman which he was, as she gets in, she thought she saw him flash her one of those looks, she remembered having seen that one before.


Today will be a very very long day.

In the car, silence, his mobile rings, another one of his clients, he picks it up slightly irritated, she observes his face in bemusement, drinking it all in, if only he knew how easily one can read his expressions when he is but off guard, what a man. This endearing thought does not linger long, there was an uncomfortably charged atmosphere within the car, she could sense, distinctly, the feeling of an object lodged in her sweet core, unable to help herself she crosses her legs and squeezes them, together, even if slightly. The car was getting warmer, or was that her, she could not really tell, her blouse feels a bit closer to her skin, slick, different than what was earlier when she was standing in the breeze.


During all this time, he had already finished his call without her knowing it, she feels an intense gaze, she does not dare look, to turn her head, not now, she is in control, or so she thinks. He reaches over to get the documents held within the car seat pocket directly in front of her, she does not even realize it but she held her breathe in, the heat of him, the scent of him. She knowingly knows, he is driving her mad but she would not, never, even show a sign of it, that is her adamant determination. One of the document slips as the car takes a sudden turn, she keeps as sane as she can, his hand 'accidentally' brushes her calves, for a moment, that is all she felt, that searing hot touch, just one brief touch, a moment that vaguely hints of more, flesh, and yet there was but a stocking, to separate, skin on skin. Then he reclines back again.



Damn the man, she tells herself, damn him.

She looks out slightly confused, she knew this was not the way to the restaurant that he had made reservations for, she looks at him quizzically, nothing, no expression what so ever. This was strange she ponders, usually by this time we would have but already reached the place even with the traffic, she pulls back the curtains and proceeds to ask the driver, where they were heading. He replies- why miss, but to "La Rouge" - the bistro, we are almost there, merely around the corner.

Then she knew it, there he was up to one of his tactical plans, nothing to do but recline, and that was what she did. Then, oh then, he began to relentless press the button, a humming bursts forth inside her. This time, in the, if not full privacy of the car, her eyes flew open in slight shock, she forces herself not to gasp, for she. will. not. soil anything. Then it was over, nothing again, another seemingly serene void.


How could he?

He leans over, brushes her hair aside, breathing in her scent and places gentle kisses here and there, then upon her lips- we are almost there. Running his hand down her face, under her chin, tipping her face upwards, towards him, he observes, her beautiful if not exquisite face- "We are almost there, first, let us sort out our hunger, you will need the energy".

oh my...that is some HOT writing.

god i love erotica.

needs some visual. Lol ^_~

Posted by Grey
am i the hero in this scene?

Negative, my lion cub from the other side of the family.