As her body healed, she became hungrier and hornier. The orgasms Hugh gave her, while satisfying for the moment, only served to increase her overall hunger for him. She had to do something to get through to him. She didn't want to be treated like some fragile blossom. She was a woman with a woman's passions and she wanted all of him—his passion and his strength. He was holding back on her. While she was healing it was fine, but now she needed more. She tried to convince the stubborn man that she was healed and it was okay to have intercourse, but he wouldn't listen. He refused her at every turn.
She needed to feel him pounding in her, thrusting mercilessly until all she could feel was him. She wanted him deep and she wanted him hard. Umm, yes, just like that. Deep, hard, and fast. She wanted him to power into her until her world exploded and he was the only thing left to hold onto.
She planned her attack carefully. Thursdays were slow. He'd be retreating to his office soon. She took a shower and shaved, leaving her skin silky smooth. Into her skin she rubbed essential oils until it glowed with health and vitality.
In her room, she pulled on a pair of black, lace-top, thigh high stockings that ended high on her legs, framing her pussy. One side of her mound was shaved bald, the skin soft and gleaming. The other side was trimmed very low, presenting an intriguing contrast.
Over the stockings she wore a very conservative skirt that gathered at the waist and flowed to her ankles. On her feet was a pair of black ankle boots with “fuck-me” stiletto heels. Dipping her fingers between her legs, she drew the moisture she found there and dabbed it between her breasts, behind her ears, and in the hollow at the base of her throat like it was the most expensive perfume. Last of all, she put on a silky, black wrap shirt that tied at the waist. She played with her nipples until they stood up straight and tall, drawing attention to her braless state. One last toss of her hair, which she left loose and tousled looking just the way he liked it, and she was ready to go.
Leaving everything behind, including her keys, she locked the door and walked down to the diner. Hugh would unlock the door for her later. She did not intend to return home alone.
She entered the diner via the back door, which Hugh left unlocked just for her. She caught his attention as she walked by on the way to his office. She pointed, indicating that she'd be waiting for him in there. He nodded to show he understood and went back to giving instructions to his staff.
She didn't have long. He would follow shortly. She moved the heavy armchairs from in front of his desk and pushed them to the side. Their previous position would block his view of what she wanted him to see. Next she cleared his desk of anything that looked important or that might be painful to lie upon. With any luck, he'd have her flat on her back on the desk shortly, driving into her.
Hopping on top, she arranged herself in a way that was sure to get his attention. With her hips on the very edge, she spread her legs as wide as they would go. Then planted her feet on the desk pointing in an outward direction. If she were less flexible, she wouldn't have been able to hold the position. Thank God for yoga. She straightened her back and rested her elbows on her upraised knees while making sure her skirt covered her completely.
She was so excited about what she was doing that she could feel her feminine juices leaking from between the lips of her vagina to wet the fabric of her skirt underneath. Her nipples were tight little stubs pressing against the silk of her shirt, betraying her arousal. She finished arranging herself not a moment too soon.
As Hugh approached the office, he threw on last comment over his shoulder before opening the door with one hand. As soon as he stepped through the door, the scent of her arousal hit him like a hammer between the eyes. He could smell it over the food he was carrying in his hands. His cock immediately sprang to life, and he swallowed and prayed for control. It had been excruciatingly difficult holding back these last few days. His beast demanded that he claim her fully, as he had the night he'd caused her to bleed. The mating fever was riding both of them hard, and only his fear of hurting her pain enabled him to hold back.
It looked like she was taking matters into her own hands. He closed the door and leaned against it, holding onto the plates like a drowning person held onto a life preserver. He didn't trust himself to come any closer, because the minute his hands were empty, he would be all over her. Yes, it was better for him to stay right where he was. His control was already razor thin. Any little thing was liable to push him right over the edge.
"Lock the door, Hugh.” Her voice was husky with arousal.
Balancing both plates on one arm, he reached blindly behind him to do as she said. He took in the way she was seated on his desk and knew he was in trouble.
"I want your honest opinion, okay?"
He swallowed to clear his throat, which had closed up, and took a firmer grip on the plates. “Sure. I'll be honest.” He watched as she began to ease up her skirt. His eyes were glued to what was slowly being revealed.
"I couldn't decide which was better, so I decided to leave the final decision to you.” Her skirt was up to her knees now. His eyes took in the shoes and the stockings, but it was what waited between her legs that caused his heart to stutter.
Using a finger to illustrate, she pointed out to him what she'd done. Drawing her index finger up the side of her sex that was baby smooth, she asked, “Do you prefer totally bare? Or,” sliding her finger slowly down the other side she continued, “barely there?"
When she reached the end, she slid her finger deep into her dripping hole and spread the moisture on her distended clit. Rubbing her finger in a circular motion, she masturbated while he hungrily watched. “This feels so much better now that there's not all of that hair in the way."
He came toward her like a man hypnotized, his eyes never once leaving the motion of her fingers. The plates in his hands dipped alarmingly, the food slid to the edge, then dropped unnoticed to the floor. She shivered delicately as the pleasure from what she was doing raced up and down her spine.
"You know what feels even better than this?” She continued before he could answer, her words coming out choppy as her orgasm approached. “Your big, thick cock pounding into my wet pussy the way you did last Saturday night. Mmm, it felt soooo good. I love the way you fucked me. Deep and hard. Pounding into my pussy until I could hardly catch my breath. You made me want to scream, scratch, and bite. You brought out the wild woman in me."
She was panting now. She was so close. She could smell his arousal, see the war he was waging to remain in control and not fall on and devour her as he wanted to. Just a little bit more and she would have him right where she wanted him. She sped up the motion of her hand, her finger pressing firmer. Her hips were making little thrusting motions, following the movements of her hand.
"At work I think of you taking me. Fucking me hard. The fantasy is so vivid, so real that I cream my panties as I come.” She was so in tuned with her body that her attention strayed from him, focusing inward.
She never noticed his eyes changing as his beast began rising to the surface. His nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply of her scent. The plates dropped to the floor with a crash. His hands clenched into fists. He was fighting a losing battle to remain in control. His hand crept to his cock, stroking its rigid length through his pants. The pressure was so great that he undid the zipper and released his cock to give it some relief.