His voice dropped to nearly a whisper as he said, "I thought it showed your mettle."
The rhythm of her breathing quickened as she considered his words. Something about the way he spoke...somehow slightly old fashioned, archaic even.
His hands lifted and Sara felt strong fingers at her shirt buttons. Her breath stopped as she realized he was undoing them, one by one, while his eyes never left hers.
"Don't move," he said and Sara felt as if his words held the power to hold her fast no matter what his fingers did.
"This simply will not do, will it?" he said as she felt her shirt fall open. Cool air slipped by the inferno of his gaze and slid across her belly. It felt like a lover's caress as it touched where the cocktail had gone through to her skin, moistening her flesh.
And at her apex, despite her, because of him, moisture gathered hot and thick under her skirt and between her thighs.
A finger traced across her flesh and she watched in amazement as he lifted it to his mouth.
With a sigh he closed his eyes and licked his fingertip, tasting the remnants of the virgin cocktail and whatever alchemy it had worked in tandem with Sara's skin.
Then, the lights of his eyes blazed as he opened them, pinning her once more in his intensity.
"Now, turn around," he said.
Without even considering it, Sara turned and just as quickly felt the heat of his body radiating upon her back. She trembled as she thought of his eyes taking in every contour of her silhouette.
"Don't think it has gone unnoticed. For almost two months, you have come to perch like a little bird at the bar and peer at me through the mirror. As if I would not notice...as if you thought you were safe.
"You were wrong."
With hands that gripped like iron manacles, he seized her wrists from behind and pressed himself against her.
Sara gasped and said, "Please don't hurt me."
And from very close, the touch of his lips against her ear, he said, "Then, don't disappoint me."
With no warning, the scents of a pine forest rose in Sara's nostrils. It was a rich odor, full of life, full of desire. Yet, somehow, it spoke of darkness and violence lying in wait as if nature itself had suddenly invaded the manager's office.
What in the hell is this?
He spoke again and his voice had taken on a rougher sound, deeper, heavy with arousal.
"The taste of your desire has been distracting me every day for weeks, the scent of you filling my thoughts. What is about to happen will hurt...yes, it will. But you have asked me for it each and every day.
"Acquiesce and your pleasure will know no bounds. Or, with a single word, deny me and go back to whatever life it is you lead."
His words carried such weight in them. Even spoken in that rough, low tone, Sara felt them caress her body like iron hands shrouded in velvet.
Without understanding how she had come to a decision, Sara replied, "I...accept."
There was no response. Only silence from the man holding her wrists, his body tight against her back. Then, low on her body, just above her bottom, she felt his length pressing against her. It was like a branding iron and her breath quickened as she felt him growing thicker, harder.
"The scent of you...I must taste it. I must know it...."
His voice was a low growl. Suddenly, his hands released her wrists and Sara felt the blood rushing in, her fingertips tingling.
Then, without warning, a white handkerchief obscured her vision. Cool and soft, it was certainly of silk and she did not move as he drew it tight and tied it behind her head.
She could see nothing.
"Now, don't move...not a single step, or this is over." His whisper curled around her and Sara held her breath as she felt his hands drop to the zipper of her skirt.
Then, it was falling away and strong hands drifted across her bottom. She heard an intake of breath, then he murmured, "So delectable...."
A finger slipped under the edge of her panties. They were nothing more than simple white cotton, relatively sheer. She had never intended for anyone to actually see them, let alone the man breathing deeply just behind her.
His finger traced its way along one cheek, moving slowly, lusciously. Then, he continued to follow the line of white fabric, slipping along until he arrived at Sara's inner thigh.
She gasped. Sara knew her underwear was soaked through, her core aching with desire from the very instant that her rescue had turned to something else. Something that she never dared dream of when thinking of the gorgeous man from her lunch hour.
But, admit it...you've wanted him from the very first moment you saw him. Like a schoolgirl, he has become your obsession.
Then he stroked across her apex and his touch was an arc of electricity, igniting her senses like a wildfire.
She felt him as much as heard him drop down behind her and came close to crying out when she felt his tongue slipping along the inside of her thigh. He started low, almost at her knee, then lifted up in a single, long lapping motion.