“Hi, honey. To what do I owe the pleasure? You look lovely, by the way.” He glanced her over appreciatively and gave her a quick peck on the lips, then strode off to sit behind his desk and shuffle papers around.
“Danny, we need to talk about something important,” she began, proud of how dignified she sounded. That lasted all of a minute when it became obvious that he wasn’t paying attention. The realization stabbed through her. “Look at me, dammit! You don’t feel a thing for me any more, do you? No, don’t bother denying it. That’s why I’m leaving you. I’m sick of being ignored … and neglected.” She burst into tears with the last words. It still hurt to say them, even if she was in love with someone else now.
“Oh, honey!” Danny was at her side and pulling her up out of the chair faster than she could have believed. His arms held her tight and he murmured into her hair. “I didn’t know you felt that way.” He paused for a couple of breaths, filled only by her sniffles. “You’re so right, baby. I haven’t been appreciating you like I should. But I love you, Karen, you’ve got to believe that.” His hands stroked her back as she sobbed wordlessly into his shoulder, hating herself for breaking down like this. But then he felt so good and warm and safe when he held her in his arms. It was so hard not to respond to him.
Then he tilted her face up and kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her hair, wiping the tears away. His lips met hers for a long, hard kiss and she could feel her pulse beginning to race. It almost felt like he meant it, like he really did care. He showered kisses down her neck until the breath caught in her throat. If she didn’t stop him soon, this would get completely out of hand. Despite her intentions, she could feel herself moisten when she thought about what that could mean.
But she made herself pull away and catch his face in her hands. Looking into his big brown eyes, she forced the words out. “No, wait, Danny. There’s more. I’m seeing someone else.”
“Are you now? And what’s he got that I don’t have?” His jaw tightened and she could see the hurt in his eyes. But he still held her close, one hand sliding down her skirt to cup her ass and pull her up even closer to him. A sharp heat went through her and she could feel him harden, feel herself begin to ache with need.
Oh, this is not good. She was supposed to be long over him, long past memories of what his body felt like against hers. Not responding like this. Gasping, she managed to respond, “She. I’m leaving you for Elaine.”
His dark blond eyebrows rose in surprise but he didn’t let her go. “Really? Well, I can think of quite a few things that she’s got that I don’t. Which of them won your heart, love?”
Karen stopped crying and wondered what to say next. After eight years together, he deserved an explanation. “She pays attention to me, Danny. I can really talk to her.” And she knows what I need better than you ever did. A shiver went through her as she imagined Elaine’s tongue on her clit, coaxing and caressing until she couldn’t stop coming. A drop of moisture ran down the inside of her leg and she bit her lip to hold back a tiny moan. Danny. Think about Danny, not Elaine, she told herself sternly.
He was still looking at her, sad brown eyes inches from hers. She couldn’t help noticing that his grip was tightening, not loosening up, while she looked for a way to let him down a little easier. His hand stroked its way over her ass and down her thigh so gently that she almost didn’t notice it. Almost, but not quite. Her breath caught in her throat and she whispered something incoherent about still loving him.
His hand went up her skirt and between her legs in a single motion, hard fingers shoving her lace panties inside her. A sound somewhere between a groan and a yelp tore itself from her lips and she pushed feebly against his shoulders. Her body was betraying her and she could feel herself hot and wet against his fingers, soaking the lace crotch of her pants. The lace irritated her clit, making it hard to think clearly. Danny ran his tongue down her neck from her jaw to her cleavage and thrust his fingers deeper inside her. “You were saying,” he prompted.
She could feel the desk behind her now, pressing into her thighs and she imagined what it would be like to have him take her right there. He would have done that back when they were first married, back before he got a private office and an assistant. Unthinking, she moaned and buried her fingers in his hair.
Danny tugged his wet fingers out of her and forced her back into an almost painful arch, thrusting her hardened nipples up towards his mouth. He sucked on one, slowly tonguing it through the fabric of her shirt until her whole body trembled. “We were having a discussion, Karen, my love. You were telling me why you were going to leave me for Elaine.”
She tried to imagine pushing him away, walking out before this went any further. It was getting harder to picture by the second. That was when he reached up with both hands and ripped her shirt open, buttons flying in all directions. She yelped and grabbed at the tatters of the silky shirt. What did he think he was doing? I love this shirt. She tried to look indignant, shocked at this casual brutality.
Danny continued playing with her nipples through the thin lace of her bra. “And I see you came dressed to leave me today, darling. I like the bra almost as much as the panties. Does it unfasten in the front? Ah yes, I see it does.”
His teeth closed on her nipple with a hard nip and she yelped, “She … she spanks me.” Ooops. She hadn’t meant to tell him that, hadn’t meant to let anything slip about their sex life at all. But then she hadn’t expected his hand up her skirt or his mouth on her breast. He knew her body so well it was clear he meant to exploit every nerve ending, every weakness. And she was prepared to let him do it. It’s goodbye, after all. Elaine would understand that. Wouldn’t she?
“Really? I didn’t realize you were kinky, darling. But all you had to do was ask, sweetheart. Remember that time you wore your old cheerleading uniform during the Superbowl? You seemed perfectly happy with my performance then.” He tugged her panties up sharply so that they pressed in a tight line from her clit to her asshole. “But perhaps you were just faking it.” His other hand trailed unexpectedly gentle fingers over her breast and down to the top of her skirt.
“No. I mean yes. It was so hot but, Danny, that was a long time ago.” The words tumbled out of her while her hands seemed to have a will of their own. She found she had loosened his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt without even thinking about it. He picked her up and sat her on the edge of the desk while she frantically tugged his shirt out of his pants, her fingers flying past button after button.
She had started to unfasten his belt buckle before he spoke again. “You’re right, love, it has been entirely too long.” He pulled her thighs up to his hips as he spoke, letting her feel his hard length against her wet pussy. “But I think you’ve got some responsibility here too. You might have told me what you wanted, been a bit more assertive about seducing me.” He reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, tugging them off over her heels with practised ease. “Ooooh. Did she shave you, too?”
Karen nodded and Danny stepped back. For the first time since she had come in, he looked angry. Also very, very hard and very hot. Karen barely held back the impulse to drop to her knees in front of him and take him into her mouth. Instead she tried to tug her torn blouse closed as he walked around behind her to sit in his chair.
“Come here, Karen.” It was not a tone that she could disobey and she stood up on shaky legs to walk to his side. “You know how much I wanted you to do that for me and you always said no, didn’t you?” She looked down at the industrial carpet and curved one high-heel inwards before she nodded. “Now pull up your skirt and let me see whether I like it or not.”