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“Do it,” she says in a voice similar to the one she uses to command people in the office.
Angry butterflies fill my stomach as my excitement turns into an unknown thrill. It’s as terrifying as it is titillating, because it’s almost like she read my mind. I want to choke her. Just seeing my fingers on her throat sends my imagination into a frenzy. I want to squeeze until she's wheezing, until her face starts to change colors, then I want to let go and watch her gasp.
Fuck. I'm losing it. The dark devil is taking over and showing me just how dark it likes it … and Olivia is begging for it.
“I feel your fingers trembling,” she says as I stare at her in awe. “I know you want to. So do it.”
Olivia and I once had a conversation about the shades of our darkness. She wanted to know if mine was the same as hers, and I told her mine was darker. Right now, in this moment, I remember the look on her face when she responded. With a raised eyebrow and obvious confidence, she said she wasn't sure my shade was darker than hers. She was right. She knew all along that her shade was just as dark as mine, and now I know it, too.
“You want me to choke you?” I ask, making sure I have her consent before my next move.
“Don't you want to?” Olivia says, answering my question with a question before biting her lower lip.
I don't recognize her anymore. The CEO has left the building and been replaced by a sultry, sexual, submissive doppelganger teeming with lust. Unlike me, Olivia has given in to whatever resides inside of her—the dark thing she hides from the rest of the world every day. She isn't in her head, trying to stop herself from letting go. She already has and wants me to. It’s an uncommon place for me to be in, but I have to follow her lead.
“Yes,” I finally answer. “Yes, I do want to.”
Olivia nods slowly, her sustained gaze never wavering. “Good. I want you to do it … please.”
The word hits me like bricks falling from a rooftop, shattering my entire sense of control and giving free reign to my dark devil. I press the area of my hand between my thumb and pointer finger into the center of Olivia’s throat, and just as I start to press hard, Olivia shakes her head and uses both of her hands to grab me by the forearm. I immediately pull my hand away, thinking I just fucked up, but she grips me tight and doesn't let my hand get far.
“No, it’s okay,” she says, shaking her head and maintaining her grip on my arm. “Do it here,” she says, returning my hand to her neck. “On the sides. Don't push against my windpipe. Squeeze the sides. That’s the sweet spot. Okay?”
I nod, completely in awe of what’s happening right now.
“Okay,” I say, then I begin again, squeezing the sides of Olivia’s throat just like she said. This time, she nods at me, smirking as she lets her hands drop to her sides. I nearly gasp as the sensation of letting go feels like conflicting sensations—hot and cold, fast and slow all at once. I give in to my desires and grip Olivia by throat, pressing her hard against the wall … and she takes it with a seductive raised eyebrow. Her mouth drops open as she keeps her eyes on me, waiting for me to keep going while I choke her hard.
Olivia’s face starts to turn red as I squeeze her, but she never tries to get away, nor does her face show any signs of panic. She just stands there, taking it all while I steal her breath. Her eyes start to water as the redness intensifies, and I wait for her to give in. Any moment, I expect her hand to fly up and yank my fingers away. But it never happens. In fact, I'm the one who gives in first. Whatever this is, I'm clearly the one who is new to it. I ease my grip and Olivia takes in a big breath, but she's still just as calm as she was before I started choking her, and I think I just fucking fell in love.
My cock turns to steel as our eyes meet, and I know in this moment that I have never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my life. The pressure has built to an intensity I've never felt before. My ears ring from it. I'm weighed down by it, compressed on all sides like a submersible that has traveled too far. There is so much more that I want to do, but I don't even have any more patience—now that she has taught me exactly how she likes to be choked. Now that I've watched her turn red for me.
She let me choke her. She stood there, her back flat against the wall, and she maintained eye contact with me while I squeezed her throat. Who the fuck does that? I don't know what world I have fallen into, but I never want to leave. I have been completely undone.
With my dark devil leading the way, I grip Olivia’s throat and use it to guide her over to the desk, where I push her down until her torso is flat against the wood. She doesn't fight it. In fact, I think I hear a, “Yes,” as soft as a whisper, but my mind is too cloudy to know for sure. Her body's approval is enough—the way she lays down on the desk for me and spreads her legs as I pull her dress up. She's not concerned about wrinkles or my savagery. It’s like she wants to give herself to me in this way, and even though she isn't speaking, I feel like I am being led down this road. I am the horse, and her body is the dangling carrot that keeps me walking forward.
I tremble with desire as I reach into my back pocket and remove my wallet, where I luckily still have a condom stashed away from when I was dating Linda. I tear the packaging open like a madman and drop my pants, and as I sheathe my rock hard cock, Olivia turns her head and watches from her position on the table. Her eyes widen as she bites her lip, inspecting every inch of me and gawking like she can't believe it. Good. I'm gifted with a cock as thick as a cucumber, with a vein like a worm beneath my skin. I'm glad she got to see it before I use it to stretch her out.
Once my shaft is sheathed, I step behind Olivia without speaking, and I see her fingers grip the edge of the desk. Neither of us wants another moment of hesitation, and I don't allow one, yanking her black panties to the side and pushing myself all the way inside, completely overwhelmed by how wet she is.
Olivia lets out a loud gasp that makes me even harder, before saying, “Fuck. Yes, Quinn. Fucking take it.”
I don't need another word of consent. I grip Olivia's hips and begin stroking in and out of her pussy. White wetness immediately coats my cock as I fuck her. I speed up with each stroke until I find myself going all out. Her moans sound as beautiful as I always knew they would, and they’re even better when mixed with my own. Both of us completely let go, and the entire building fills with the sound of our pleasure. If anyone were to walk in or even get near the parking lot right now, they would hear it all, and I don't give a single fuck. I want her more than I want to keep it a secret.
I fuck Olivia ruthlessly. We’re like a toxic couple coming back together after an argument to have the most passionate, volatile sex ever. Every stroke is powerful enough to slide her giant desk forward and send splashes of her wetness all over the place. Sweat drips onto the floor from me and on the desk from her, yet I don't dare stop. I know she’ll have to clean up the mess we make, and that’s fine with me. It will serve as a memory of this moment for her. When Olivia’s hand finds its way between her legs, I know she's going to have another unshakable memory.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, gripping her tighter and somehow still fucking harder now that I know what’s about to happen. “Rub that fucking clit and come all over my cock.”
“Yeah?” she asks. “You want me to come all over your cock?”
I slap her ass, totally lost in the blissful moment. “Fucking come for me, Olivia. I want it all over me.”
Olivia begins rubbing her clit vigorously. “Yeah, you want it all over you? You want me to …”
The sound of her voice trails off as her legs stiffen, followed by her arms and head going still. She freezes with a red face full of tension, totally silent until the moment she erupts with a guttural yell that travels down the hall and splatters against the furthest wall. Watching her implode zaps me of every bit of strength, and I come at the exact same time. I come so hard my fucking toes curl in my shoes and I get a charlie horse in my left leg that nearly forces me to my knees. I hold on to Olivia for dear life until both of us finally come back down to Earth and I pull out.
Olivia slides off the desk, her hair a mess and her face still red from the powerful orgasm. She breathes deeply as she keeps sliding down until she is seated on the floor. I follow her lead and sit down next to her, keeping my cum-filled condom on as my cock continues throbbing, bobbing up and down from the constant rush of blood.
“Fuck,” she says, her eyes on my shaft. “That was … I knew you'd be incredible.”
I breathe hard. “Me? No, that was all you. You're unreal.”
Olivia grins, then her eyes drop down to the carpeted floor and I know she's in deep thought. She's still breathing hard so I know she's satisfied, but now she is distracted by her mind and I'm curious what it’s about.
“Regrets already?” I ask.
She shakes her head and frowns. “Absolutely not. I couldn't regret that if I tried.”
“Then what’s up? Something is clearly on your mind.”
She takes a moment before answering, “You're eight years younger than me, and I'm the CEO of the company you work for. We’ve crossed a line tonight, Quinn. It could be troublesome.”
I nod, understanding exactly where she is coming from but not giving a fuck. “You're right. It could be a problem. Or, it could be as incredible as both of us imagined it would be before tonight ever happened. I know you're married to your career, and I'm focused on mine, too. Neither of us wants drama. But if it’s too much for you, then just say that. I’m not trying to force you into anything.”
“Oh, you say that now,” she says with a big smile. “A little while ago you were telling me to fire you.”
I laugh. “True. But you only did it because you wanted to, and as much shit as I was talking before, you were the one who led the way once we started. I was following your lead, for sure.”
“That’s because … there's a lot that you don't know about me, Quinn.”
“What? Like how you like to be choked? Yeah, I picked up on that one pretty quick.”
Olivia giggles. “Yes, you did, and you did a fantastic job. But there's more to me than just that.”
“And I want to know about it,” I say quickly. “It sounds like you're trying to scare me away, but I'm locked in. I want to know about you, Olivia. I never intended for this to be a one time thing. I'm not that big of an asshole.”
“I know,” she says. “And I'm not the kind of girl who is into one-night stands either. I gave into what I wanted and I don't regret it. But I need you to understand something that’s very important. I'm not looking for love, Quinn. I lost my father, the most important person in my world. Emotionally, I'm too much of a wreck to offer anyone something like love. But I do need relief, and I'm not a normal girl. The type of relief I need is different, and it may take you into darker, deeper waters than you're used to swimming in. If that’s not your vibe, then tell me now. I don't want you to try to make this something it's not. If I feel like you're starting to fall for me, I’ll end it. It’s just where I'm at in my life right now. Okay?”
I don't mean to smile, but I can't help it. Olivia thinks that I won't want to hookup with her without catching feelings. In what world would that be a problem for any man? If that’s what she wants, I'm absolutely on board with that. All I know is that I don't want to ignore this new feeling that’s rushing through me. I want more and more of it, and I want it often. If she wants relief, I’ll relieve the hell out of her. I would fuck this woman to sleep every night if she told me she needed it. So, yeah, there's no chance I'm running from this. I'm absolutely sprinting toward it.
“If that’s how you want it,” I say, still smiling. “Then that’s cool with me. No feelings involved. Just sex.”
Olivia nods. “Right. But did you hear what I said about me being a different kind of girl, and going into dark, deep waters?”
“Of course I did,” I answer. “You think that scares me?”
“I don't think anything scares you, Quinn. But I do think you should really think about it. The same way I showed you how to choke me—I'd have to show you how to do other things that I need, too. You understand what I'm saying to you?”
I let out a long sigh. “Olivia, I get it, and I'm not changing my mind. I understand what you're saying, and if the time comes that you need to teach me something, I’ll be very willing to learn.”
Olivia smiles like the Cheshire cat. “Alright. I believe you. Just know that … it’s a lot.”
I grin. “Good. Teach me everything.”
OPEN AND HONEST
FIFTEEN - Olivia
Eden watches me closely as I pour both of us a glass of Chardonnay, then set the bottle down in the center of my coffee table. My living room is dimly lit, with most of the light coming from the fireplace, while the lights from the kitchen give us a nice shade of white that keeps the room from being too dark. I needed the mood right after what happened in my office today, and I needed to tell my best friend about it all.
After Quinn and I managed to pull ourselves off one another, I shook off the shock of what had just taken place, smiled at the immediate soreness I felt from his thickness stretching me out, then straightened my dress and walked to my car after he’d already left the building. Even though we’d just had rough, passionate sex on my desk, I was still too embarrassed to walk out with him. So, I let him go and then clicked Eden’s contact in my phone before I even made it to my driver’s seat. I didn't tell her what happened, just that something had developed and we desperately needed to have a night of wine drinking at my house. Like the awesome friend Eden is, she never even questioned it. She simply asked what time she needed to show up and if she needed to bring her own wine. My response was that I needed time for a thorough shower and then I'd be ready, and I thought she’d pick up on that, but she didn't. It’s fine. Now that we’re here, I get to see her reaction to the news in real time, and I'm not sure I've had enough wine to prepare for it.
“You're acting funny,” Eden says as she picks up her glass and leans back on my couch, holding it with both hands. Her shiny white pajamas look far more comfortable than my black sweats and oversized Eagles T-shirt.
“Am I?” I ask jokingly. Eden is on her first glass of wine, but this is my second so I'm already feeling wonderful. Combine that with the memory playing in my head of Quinn and I in my office and I'm practically swimming in nirvana.
Eden giggles nervously. “What has gotten into you? You're clearly keeping something from me, so just go ahead and spill it so you can get the reaction you deserve. What happened, Olivia?”
“What has gotten into me?” I say. “Don't you mean … who?”
Eden’s eyes bulge like water balloons, then she leans forward and returns the wine to the coffee table. “Girl, I have to put this down before I fucking spill it! What did you just say? What do you mean who has gotten into you? You hooked up with someone?” After I answer her question with an unblinking, wide-eyed stare, she explodes. “No fucking way! You slept with Quinn? Oh my fucking god!”
All I can do is laugh nervously as my friend loses her mind just like I knew she would. Her red ponytail bounces around as she sways dramatically, then she grabs her wine glass again and takes a swig before leaning back onto the gray pillow behind her.
“Alright, so now that the cat is out of the bag, I have two questions,” she says. “Number one, what does this mean? Number two … girl, how was it?” She practically jumps off of the couch with her second question and I shake my head trying to hold back another outburst of laughter.
“Okay, okay,” I say, attempting to reel in the moment. “So, it was incredible—and when I say incredible, I mean incredible.”
“Oh my god, I bet it was. Sometimes a guy can just look like he knows exactly what he's doing in the bedroom, and Quinn King is definitely that kind of guy. I mean, you and I have talked about it already. He's so masculine with that aura of dominance about him that is just … ugh. And he's got that bad boy vibe, too. Like, he broke the law in order to catch Jon’s scheming ass. Who does that? Plus, he's a nerd, too. A nerdy bad boy? My god. Okay, clearly I'm still reeling from all of the shit that Larry put me through and the divorce, but maybe I'm also a little jealous of you right now.”
“You should be,” I quip with a hearty laugh.
“Okay, then tell me everything. How did this happen? When? Where? How long? Did you come? Everything. Now. Go.”
Edens leans all the way back with her wine cupped in her hands as she listens closely like a kid hearing a bedtime story. Her eyes light up like she’s smiling through them, and it makes me excited to break it down for her.
“Okay, so clearly it was a really emotional day,” I begin. “After all of the drama with Jon, I was just feeling stressed out and sitting in my office as everyone was leaving. Then, Quinn walks in and we start talking. I ask him why he put in so much effort to find out what Jon was doing, and he proceeds to tell me that he never liked Jon’s vibe and how he had his friends gang up on me. He said he wasn't raised that way. I don't know why, but that just reminded me of what he said about his dad being the one who raised him, but how he also taught him how to break the law. So I asked if he knew that I could've pressed charges for what he did, and he proceeded to tell me that he knew he was breaking the law, and that he did it to protect me.”
Eden giggles like a schoolgirl before taking another sip of wine.
“It caught me by surprise,” I go on. “Because, how could he be so confident that I wouldn't have him arrested for hacking my account? So I asked him, and he told me that I wouldn't have asked him to help me find out what was happening to Obsidian if I was worried about how he’d figure it all out. It pissed me off because he was so arrogant about it. You should've seen him. He was unshakable in his confidence and told me I should basically stop complaining and just thank him instead.”
“Oh shit,” Eden says, her eyes looking over the top of her wine glass.
