No, he’d command.
Becky moaned at the thought of Bradley commanding her some more. She strained her eyes to look up at him, waiting for another command. It felt odd to have him silent. To have him just staring, plotting, and waiting.
She wanted to hear him, even if it were just a grunt.
To make that happen, Becky pulled back up to the sensitive tip of Bradley’s erection. She moved on him in the same spot, waiting for him to react. When Bradley did, it wasn’t the reaction Becky had expected… but it certainly was a reaction she had been hoping for.
Bradley’s hand was gone from the back of her neck, taking a handful of her hair. He pulled, forcing Becky off of him. She wanted to protest but only offered a moan as she stretched her tongue out, hoping to get one last taste of Bradley.
As he held her by her hair, Bradley admired Becky.
“You like the way I taste, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Becky said. To exemplify her point, she licked her lips.
“You want more of me,” Bradley said. “I can see it in your eyes. Smell it on your skin. Stand for me, we have no time to waste.”
Becky got back to her feet. She felt overdressed suddenly. She was fully clothed.
Bradley placed his hands to her stomach and then moving over her shirt, he went up to her breasts, cupping them. “Ah, yes,” he said, “I’m in need of someone like you. Someone who can fill an important position for my company.”
“Please,” Becky whispered. “I’ll do anything.”
“I know you would.”
Bradley’s right hand went up, not stopping until he touched Becky’s neck and then cheek. His thumb circled around her lips, those sweet lips that had just been wrapped tight around him. His left hand released its grip on Becky’s breast and he started to move all his fingers, pulling up her shirt.
Becky could only breathe, or at least attempt to breathe. She tried to control herself, feeling her body randomly shiver and jump, wishing she were fully naked with Bradley on top of her, comforting her, fucking her.
His fingers touched her bare skin and didn’t stop as they were under her shirt. He became more aggressive now, his hand at her neck, squeezing a little tighter than Becky cared for. She imagined the red marks of Bradley’s hand being there, even after he would release his grip.
She gasped for air when his hand moved back over her breast.
“What’s wrong?” Bradley asked. “Can’t handle the job?”
Becky shook her head, then quickly nodded. “Yes. I can handle this. You. Us.”
“Us?” Bradley growled. “There is no us…”
His fingers curled around the top of Becky’s bra and he pulled. He then turned his hand, cupping her warm, bare breast and without hesitation, Bradley pulled her breast from her bra. It was a little uncomfortable but the sense of lost comfort was quickly replaced by a warm pleasure as Becky realized Bradley was holding her breast in his hand. He cupped her breast gently, his thumb teasing her sensitive nipple. He flicked it left to right, then made circles around her.
Becky finally moaned, unable to control her body’s urges.
Bradley pulled Becky towards him, their bodies touching. His hard sex had no choice but to slip between Becky’s legs. Even through her pants, she felt him there, his thick rod pouring with heat.
He placed his lips to her ear. He kissed her once, then nibbled, making her entire body shiver.
Becky felt like she could come again.
She wanted to.
“Tell me dear Becky,” Bradley whispered, “what are your dreams? What do you desire?”
Becky swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure what Bradley wanted her to say.
“Why did you come here to work?” he asked. “Why my company? Why me?”
“Because I need this,” Becky said. Her voice cracked and she had a strange urge to get emotional. Even considering all that was happening around her in that moment, it didn’t completely chase reality away. “I need to have a job. I owe so much…”
“Yes you do,” Bradley said. “You owe so much to me. You think you could just come here and work. And then what? Have a stellar career? Backstab your best friend at work to get a promotion? Complain about me? Is that what you would do?”
“No,” Becky said. “No. Never.”
His thumb on her breast made the change from subtle to aggressive. The teasing flicking soon became hard flicks. Becky could feel Bradley’s nail against her nipple. It wasn’t pain as much as it was annoyance, but even still, her nipple remained hard and Becky’s legs still felt wobbly.
“I didn’t get where I am today by being stupid,” Bradley said. “I would expect the same from you.”