He Knew Exactly Which Button To Push
By Cassidy
Cassidy’s fingers flew across the keyboard as she worked on the latest marketing campaign, trying to meet the deadline. The office was quiet, save for the occasional hum of the air conditioning. Suddenly, her phone rang, interrupting her train of thought. She glanced at the display, not recognizing the unknown number looking back at her.
Curiosity piqued, she picked up, expecting to hear from a potential client. Instead, a low, husky voice filled her ear. “Hey, baby girl. It’s been too long.”
Cassidy’s breath caught as she recognized the caller. It was Damien, the enigmatic man she’d been indulging in clandestine, late-night encounters with for months. Their relationship was a sinful blend of forbidden pleasure and thrilling mystery.
“So, what’s up? I thought you’d be busy conquering the corporate world today,” Damien purred, his tone dripping with seduction.
Cassidy swallowed hard, suddenly aware of the guilt simmering in her gut. She was supposed to be working, yet her body responded instantly to his sultry voice. “I am, but… I can’t resist you, Sir,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Damien chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to. Now, I want you to get comfortable, beautiful. I have a little task for you.”
Cassidy bit her lip, glancing around the empty office as if Damien could see her. “What kind of task?” she asked, though she already suspected.
“Just take your hand and slip it under your skirt,” he instructed, his breath hot against her ear. “Rub your fingers over that sweet, aching flesh. Imagine it’s my touch.”
Despite the risk of being caught, Cassidy obeyed, her heart racing as her hand slid up her thigh. She pressed a finger to her already slick folds, her body stirring with arousal. “Like this?” she breathed.
“Exactly. Now, get two fingers inside, baby. Fill yourself up while you imagine my cock stretching you wide open,” Damien commanded, his words painting a vivid, erotic picture in her mind.
Cassidy moaned softly, her hips tilting as she obeyed, her thumb circling her clit. The pleasure was building rapidly, her neglected body craving this illicit connection. “Oh god, Damien… I’m getting close.”
“Good girl. Just a little more,” he cooed, his voice a sensual caress. “Imagine my lips on your throat, my teeth grazing your ear, my hand pinning you down as I take you hard and fast.”
The image was enough to almost send Cassidy over the edge. Her climax rushed closer, waves of pleasure threatening to consume her. “I’m…” Cassidy gasped, losing control of her words and breath. But before release could claim her, Damien’s voice cut through the haze.
“Now, stop.”
Almost instantly, Cassidy obeyed, trembling, her hand frozen between her thighs. The silence that followed was electric—her body begging, her mind spinning.
As the aftershocks subsided, Damien spoke again, his tone low and sly. “Until we see each other soon, my naughty little office slut. Keep playing with yourself and thinking of me.”
And with that, the line went dead, leaving Cassidy alone in the quiet office, her mind reeling and her body still throbbing with unsatisfied need. She knew she’d be counting the minutes until their next illicit encounter, desperate to relive that sinful pleasure once again.