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I inhale, deeply. Big mistake. It just makes me moan rather loudly. He smells of spice and the aroma is so nice. His hand comes to rest on my head, slowly inching back until his finger tugs at the black rubber band holding my long red hair in place.
I raise my head looking up at him and can still feel the heat from his thighs on my cheeks. He reaches for my glasses, removing them from my face and gently placing them on the desk. As his hand returns he lightly brushes his finger across my bottom lip. My tongue darts out giving a flick as it passes by. He sucks air in quickly and when he releases the breath my name accompanies it.
“Morgana.” Henrik moans.
It is my turn to move my hands. They both creep up his thighs and come to meet at the rock hard center. One hand starts to rub and I look up to see his eyes flutter close as his head falls back. He wants this and gods of THE I want this too.
My other hand unclasps his pants and then pulls down the zipper. I reach in and tug down his briefs just enough to release the engorged...
EEEEEEE! EEEEEEE! EEEEEEE!
My eyes fly open and I am staring at my ceiling fan. In my bedroom. The loud EEEE sound is blaring from my alarm clock and I reach over to shut it off in an overly aggressive way.
“I HATE YOU ALARM CLOCK!” I scream to the inanimate object and then throw what is in reach at it to prove my point. A pillow and my kindle miss the clock completely, but manage to knock everything else off my side table, including a cheap ceramic Ikea lamp that shatters on the floor.
“Now I hate you even more clock! See what you made me do!”
It doesn’t cry. I think it’s immune to my verbal abuse, shrugging it off as ‘Morgana’s usual morning tirades’.
I sit up in bed and stare at the bright red 7:01 on the clock and sigh.
“I’m sorry. It’s not you it’s me. I just can’t stop dreaming about him. It’s so frustrating, ya know? I mean I have barely worked with him and when I do I always manage to embarrass myself in some manner.”
7:02 it says to me. I laugh and shake my head.
“I know, I know. The lap face plant was just the worst. It’s not so much I tripped and fell into his crotch, but that I didn’t try to get up right away like a normal person. He had to say my name, ‘Ms Drake?’ and physically push me away before I snap back into reality.”
“You’re right I do need to get laid or date or something.”
I get up and walk over to unplug the clock, carefully avoiding the broken shards and take it into the bathroom with me as I start the shower. I plug it back into a wall socket before I undress and step into the warm water. Looking through the glass door I see a fogged up blinking red 12:00 starting back at me.
“I’m worried about today though. They are closing the office early for the Holiday party. I know I’m going to see him there. It’ll be so awkward. I haven’t had to see him since the lap fiasco and since I have worked the last few days in Accounting they keep me so busy I don’t have time to socialize with anyone.”
“That’s a good idea. Make an appearance and then make up an excuse to leave early. You’re right about...”
“Morgana! I’m your friend right?”
Sighing, I tilt my head back into the spray to rinse the conditioner from my hair knowing what’s coming next.
“Yes Aria. Of course you’re my friend.”
I wipe at the steamed up glass and see wisps of platinum hair surrounding dark brown eyes peaking in. Jumping from fright, I slip but manage to grab onto the railing on the door. My life flashes before my eyes for a moment and I have to say, it looks sad. Mainly it involves my parents, Aria, my grandma and lots of cake.
“Don’t scare me like that Aria!”
“Then talk to me or at least a living being. It’s pathetic when you fall back on the clock. I’m starting to get jealous of a digital device.”
I shut off the water and open the door; Aria’s arm shoves through the crack with my blue towel.
“Thanks. It’s just that I had another dream about him.”
“Then just screw him and get it over with. You haven’t gotten laid in how long Morgana? It’s just your subconscious vagina talking. It’s whisper screaming, ‘Help Me!’ and your brain can hear.”
As I move past her to get out of the shower and make my way over to my robe to start my morning process, she finally shakes her head and walks over to the toilet to sit and pee. She knows this fight is useless with me.
It doesn’t take me long to get ready and I’m at the office by 8:15 am. The day flies by when I finally feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn to see him. Mr. Payne is standing there looking down at me, his eyes squinting and face serious. I glance at the clock and notice it’s 3:18 pm. The party started two hours ago.
His stiff body is swaying in a circle. When Mr. Payne speaks I know something is wrong.
“I need to speak with you Ms. Draaaake.” He slurs my name. Oh good he’s drunk. Can you see how badly this is going to end, because I can?
“Yes, Mr. Payne?”
His hand grips my chair and he leans over, placing his other hand on my desk, pinning me in place. Mr. Payne’s face is only inches from mine.
“Call me Henrik.” His whiskey soaked breath burns my nostrils and eyes.
He smirks and glances down at my cleavage a little longer than is appropriate before looking up again. His hand leaves my chair and his finger tip presses right between my eyes.
“You don’t have your glasses on Morgana.”
“I’m not in the basement this week. My eyes aren’t irritated like they were last week.”
He drops his finger and head at the same time as if suffering a mortal wound. After a moment he lifts his head and stares at me with darkened blue eyes.
“I liked your glasses.”
Blood races throughout my body, finally landing at my core as his voice deepens with his last statement. I visibly shutter causing him to smirk. A few very awkward but arousing seconds pass and he shoots up to standing while giving his hands a good clap.
“Okay! Off to my office. Come on Morgana.”
Drunken Mr. Payne turns and races off. I grab my coat and purse, feeling it’s better to have my things with me in case I need to flee.
He catches an elevator before I have a chance to catch up so I get to his office a minute after him. The door is open and I see his suit jacket on the floor in the middle of the room while his red tie is hanging from the coat rack. I place my coat and purse on the rack before moving further into the room. As I get closer to his desk I see his shoes on it and socks lying in his client chair.
“Morgana.” His voice is low and coming from the side of the room. I turn to see him sprawled on his black leather couch. One arm draped over the back, while the other hangs over the side. His legs are spread eagle and either it’s the way the material of his pants are gathering or this man has a semi.
His head jerks indicating for me to take a seat on the couch next to him. My lips purse and my internal organs go to war. My brain is shaking it’s head and telling me to high tail it out of there offering me things I don’t like, facts. “He’s drunk. He’s my boss. He’s drunk.” Shut up brain I know already!
My vagina is jumping up and down wildly screaming at me: “Oh woman this man is HOT. So hot. Did I mention he’s gorgeous? Because he’s super fine. Plus, he seems to be ready for action.”
I stiffly walk over to the end of the couch and sit down. Pushing myself as far from him as possible. I stare straight at the chair with the socks refusing to turn my attention to him.
“Yes, Mr. Payne, what did you need to see me about?”
I feel the couch move and hear the soft sliding sound of his body moving. Suddenly I feel the heat of him next to me. His finger starts down my thigh to the hem of my black cashmere dress I wore specifically for the party. It hugs my body perfectly, keeps me warm in the Chicago winter and is office appropriate.
“You make this dress.” He whispers in my ear as his fingers come to the bottom hem and flutter across my thigh.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I should stop him. I should really stop him.
“Mr. Payne you’re drunk.” I continue to stare at his dirty sock, knowing if I look at him I won’t stop him.
“Henrik.” He whispers.
I nod, “Yes, Henrik. You have been drinking and I don’t think...”
“I don’t drink Morgana.”
I turn to look at him. Bad mistake. My nose is only an inch from his. His eyes fall to my mouth and I pull my bottom lip in due to nerves.
“So, Henrik, you haven’t been drinking tonight?”
“Yes I have Morgana. Tonight is the exception to the rule. To my rule. Let’s not talk about rules.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I regret asking as soon as the words exit my mouth.
His smirk is back and his head tilts playfully to the side as his hand continues caressing my thigh inching up ever so slightly as time goes by.
“You. Us. This dress. Your soft skin. Your glasses.” He laughs and shakes his head. Henrik is looking at his hand that has now moved just under my dress and is mere inches from my soaking panties.
I should stop him. I should really stop him. Morgana! Stop him!
“I dreamed about you in your glasses.”
Nope, not stopping him. I also can’t get my mouth to work so I just keep staring at his mouth as he talks. He continues looking at his hand, which is now pushing up the fabric of my dress and I know he can see what color my underwear is now.
His finger reaches the edge of the black lace as his eyes move up to mine. They are almost black in the low light and the muscles in his face slack from desire.
His fingers push past the fabric to my wet folds as his eyes close. I whimper from the intrusion.
“Oh Morgana. You are so wet for me.”
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Payne Posts Menu
63. THE Insane
62. THE Bechmann
61. THE Morning After
60. THE Attack
59. THE Decision
58. THE Emergency
57. THE Welcome Home
56. THE First Day Back
55. THE Strange
54. THE Question
53. THE Crazy B
52. THE Teacher
51. THE Discussion
50. THE Mommy
49. THE Bar Fly
48. THE Watchful Eye
47. THE Big Guns
46. THE Never
45. THE Feast
44. THE Bathroom Threesome
43. THE Pee Pee
42. THE Fine
41. THE Shirt Attack
40. THE Police Song
39. THE Discovery
38. THE Pull
37. THE Aria Show
36. THE Switch Up
35. THE Delivery
34. THE Scheme
33. THE Drink
32. THE Uncomfortable Silence
31. THE Online Experience
30. THE Same Old Shi
29. THE Talk
28. THE Drunk Dial
27. THE Birthday
26. THE Meeting
25. THE New Job
24. THE Disagreement
23. THE Big Movie
22. THE Sleepover
21. THE Club
20. THE Leave
19. THE Beggar
18. THE Confrontation
17. THE Jackoff
16. THE Bathroom
15. THE Joint
14. THE Let Down
13. THE Truce
12. THE Phone Call
11. THE Assistant
10. THE New Year
9. THE Payneful Reminder
8. THE Holiday Party
7. THE Zipper Incident
6. THE Cake
5. THE Incident
4. THE Paperwork
3. THE Letter
2. THE After Effects
1. THE Interview