Surrender to Temptation Part VI: Tempted to Possess Read Free

take off my skirt, my sweater, my panties and bra. You would be seated at your desk, like I imagine you are now. I would walk over to you, unzip your pants and pull your cock into my hand. It would feel so good for you, your erection so hard that it needed to be free from restraint.” I sucked in a great mouthful of air, my face flushing with both arousal and embarrassment. It felt so wrong to say these things aloud. I had never done anything like this before.
    “Continue.”
    I tried to stand, to ease the sudden ache between my own legs, but the sound of his voice caressing my name had me dropping back into the chair.
    “I want to sit on the edge of your desk, then bend over to take you into my mouth. I would be able to taste you as I sucked on your cock, deep in my throat. You would groan, then you would pull my hair with one hand and spank my bare ass with the other, just to show me how much you want me.”
    “And how do you feel about that?” To the other person in his office, Zach likely sounded as though he was discussing nothing more than the details of a client meeting. I had heard the sounds his voice made when he was driven beyond control, however, and so I was able to detect the very slight hitch in his breath that told me he wasn’t nearly as calm as he was pretending to be.
    It gave me confidence. Sliding a hand up to fondle my own breast, I rubbed lightly, and when the nipple pebbled beneath my fingers it was because, in my mind’s eye, it was Zach’s hand on my skin.
    “The touch of your hand on my skin would make me want you as much as I always do.” My voice came softer now; the words that I spoke had no pretense. “I would be wet, just from your touch, your taste.”
    I heard him inhale, just the slightest bit. I had no idea how he was remaining so composed. My skin had heated to the point of fever, and I ached all over.
    “This is true.” His words were an admission. He knew exactly how much he affected me. Dammit, he knew that I loved him.
    I wished he could open up and tell me how he felt in return.
    “I wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. I’d have to slide from the desk into your lap. Taking your cock in your own hand, you would push into me until I cried out because you had filled me completely. Then I would move. I would ride you in your desk chair, completely bare to you, until I felt your hips arch beneath me and your heat spill inside of me.” My hands shook on the phone. I wanted this so badly to be reality that I could almost taste the salt of his musk on my tongue.
    “And you?” His tone was still light, still matter-of-fact, but I could hear the seriousness that belied the question.
    If it were real, I knew that he would make me come.
    It wasn’t real. I didn’t know if it would ever be real again.
    “I would slide off of you once you were done. I would get dressed and leave, because this was a gift for you.” The heat inside of me cooled rapidly as my emotions began to overtake me again. My tease had become much more metaphorical than I had intended. “I just want for you to be happy.”
    Dammit, I could
feel
his hunger, his need for me, permeating his silence. Attraction wasn’t the problem.
    He didn’t love me back, and he couldn’t simply accept what I wanted to give him.
    “Good-bye, Zach.” Not waiting for him to reply, I replaced the phone in its cradle. Finally overwhelmed by the events of the past twenty-four hours, I gave in. Laying my arms on Mrs. Gallagher’s desk, I buried my face in them and cried.
    ***
    The tsunami of tears had done me good. As I entered the parking garage that evening after work, I felt . . . well, I still felt as though I had been hit by a semitruck. But the hopelessness had abated somewhat. I would get on with my life.
    Regardless of what he said, after that phone call, I knew once and for all that I had the power to affect Zach. He cared for me, and whatever his reasons were for rejecting me, it didn’t have anything to do