All In_ Paying to Play(17)

"Yes, God yes!" I exclaim, holding on to the edge of the copy machine as the warmth and pressure grows in my lower belly.

"I won't tell anyone if you won't," he says while squeezing my ass cheek. His fingers skim over my hip and down between my legs where they tease my flesh. I need him to push me over the edge I'm teetering on. I'm desperate for the pleasure only he can give me.

"Please," I beg. "Please, Jake." Reaching down, I press his hand harder against my clit and when my inner walls start pulsing wonderfully around his thick cock. I cry out in relief.

But then as I come down from my orgasm I realize I'm...alone. I push myself up from the office equipment and glance around the vacant copy room. Pulling my skirt down, I step out into the dark hallway.

"Jake?" I call out. Where the hell did he go? "Jake! Is there anyone here?" There's no response, and the aching emptiness between my legs is nothing compared to the emptiness in my chest.

Suddenly the ceiling collapses on top of me and water pours down, soaking me and everything in the office. I race to the elevator to escape; only it doesn’t work when I push the button so I race over to the stairs but the door won't open. The heavy downpour of water is starting to accumulate, already up to my knees. "Let me out! Jake! Somebody! Please!" I yell and bang on the door, but it doesn't do any good. When the water quickly rises to chest level I really start to panic. Knowing I'm trapped I start to cry while treading water, looking for something to hold on to, struggling to keep my head above the rising water level. It becomes absolutely clear that no matter what I do, I'll never be able to leave. There's no way out. I'm going to drown.

"Addy."

My name penetrates through the gushing water. Someone's here, thank God!

"Addy, wake up."

With a startle I come awake, my heart racing, body shaking. I scream when I notice movement next to me in the dark room.

"Shh, Addy. It's just me. Are you awake?"

Jake? What the hell is he doing in my room? Oh no. Did we...I pat my hands down my body and feel clothing. I wouldn't be wearing clothes if we'd fucked, right?

"Why are you in here?" I ask, and hear his heavy sigh in the darkness.

"Yep, you're definitely awake now, and I'm in here because you were yelling for me."

Oh God. The details of the dream start coming back, the one where he was fucking me and then I was trapped and drowning. It doesn't take a Ph.D. in psychiatry to interpret that shit.

"I'm fine, and you must’ve misheard," I respond defensively.

"Must have," he says coolly. Then he stands up from the bed and walks out of the room.

…

The next evening after work I start thinking about which outfit I'll wear out before Jake gets home. Not that he'll want to go out, but if he does...

Oh God. Last night was a freaking disaster. From me stupidly flirting with the bartender to the kiss, then the...spanking, and last but certainly not least, my naughty turned scary dream. I still can't believe the man spanked me! In public! And the worst part is, I was actually turned on by him slapping my ass. But he left me needy and aching on the hood of his car, walking away unaffected. Well, not completely unaffected. He'd been pissed, that's for sure. I'd been mad at myself, getting all swooning damsel-like just from his stupid kiss, so I was defensive, not wanting to admit that I'd thought of sleeping with him, especially after the way he kisses. A kiss my dad has seen the evidence of and wasn't real thrilled about based on his short, to the point text that said, "Too much."

So now I'm in my room, watching TV, hair and makeup redone but still in pajamas as to not look so damn obvious, waiting.

The door opens and closes a little after six, which I'm starting to realize is his normal arrival time. Except for Sunday night when he was at a bar and Monday when...who the hell knows where he was.

"Yo, sweet tits? Can you keep your hands off me long enough for us to actually get some food tonight?" he yells down the hall.

Since he can't see me, I smile at the memory of the hoity-toity man kicking us out of the restaurant.

"I don't know, can you?" I yell back.

"No promises. Get your ass ready in ten."

I'm still grinning when I pull my top off and slide the tight, red dress on and reach around to zip up as much as I can. Slipping on red heels, I grab my phone and tiny red purse, then I'm ready to go. I’m waiting for Jake in the living room when he appears. I try not to ogle him when he walks out looking sexy in jeans and a blue button up with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tan forearms.

"Let's go," he says, without a glance in my direction.

"Can you zip me the rest of the way?" I ask sweetly in the foyer.