5 - you taste like strawberry

Ava’s POV. 

I never imagined my first day at work to be so hectic, even though all I had was the title of a secretary.

I sighed as I started to pack my things together, but paused a minute to lean my ear on the door.  

Ever since the lady who called herself his fiance left, I’ve been having conflicted feelings. I slept with her fiance, wore his clothes, moved in and even got a job as his secretary.

Maybe I should resign.

“What has you sighing so heavily on your first day at work?” 

“Ahh!” I gasped and jumped to my feet as I was suddenly jolted out of my thoughts, bumping  my nose against his jaw in the process, “ouch” I moaned as I felt him grab my wrist and drag me into his office, shutting the door after.

“That’s quite some tactics you’ve got there, trying to seduce me on your first day at work,” he said and I raised my head in a frown, my face etched with confusion.

“What do you mean? I would never do something like that, not when I know that you have a fiance,” I said and tried to wiggle my hand out of his hold, but he was intentional about not letting me go as his hold tightened.

“Oh, is that true?”

“Yes,” I said, trying my best to sound as convincing as I felt, but my voice only came out as a weak whisper as I lowered my head again.

“Really?” he was leading the way again and I was following through without knowing where until he said, “sit” then released my hand.

I looked up and realized where he was pointing at.

“No, I can’t sit on the president’s seat, it’s wrong of me,” I said as I shook my head and turned back.

“I knew you would say that,” he said before lifting me up by my waist and making me sit on the edge of his desk, before resting his ass on his own leather chair and taking out what looked like a first aid box, except it was painted midnight black.

“W..what are you doing?” I stuttered as I watched him open the box while trying to forget the feeling that felt like his hand was still circled around my waist.

“Pain relief patches. That must have hurt,” he said as he pointed towards my nose, but I shook my head and tried to get off the table, however in that split second, he had managed to have me trapped in between his arms.

“W..hat are you trying to do?” I stuttered as I tried to figure another way of escape.

“Patch your nose up, of course, or is there anything else that needs patching up? Like up here?” He asks with his eyes on me as he grabs my left thigh, making me shiver even though the material of my skirt is in between his skin and mine.

“I’m fine, I need to go home now,” I said hurriedly while looking everywhere but him.

“I don’t think so. I remember going hard that night because I was drunk, so you must have gotten a little sore, no one has been able to walk after handling me drunk. I’ll give it to you” he said and I shivered again as I remembered how much it stung whenever I sat the wrong way or went to the restroom.

“About that, I need to talk to you,” I said, reminded of the issue that was bothering me since his fiance came in.

“Oh you can say anything here. It’s past work hours, so anything goes,” he said as he moved his hand up a little more, his fingers were now mere centimeters from my hip joint and the heat of his thumb brushing my inner thighs made me feel a lot more sensitive than I was familiar with. I suddenly felt thirsty, but knowing that he won’t let me go yet, I decided to get this over with.

“It’s about your fiance. I think I should resign or work somewhere far away from you. I will also move out because I don’t want to cause any issue in your relationship even though I don’t like her,” I paused and immediately bit my lower lip and dragged it when I said the last part.

It would make me sound jealous.

“What if she wasn’t my fiance?” my heart leaped with joy at the probability as he asked as his second hand lands on my knees and start  to snake its way up my thighs, underneath my skirt in a way that makes my breath itch and my body shiver. Although my legs weren’t too far apart, I still felt the urge to rub them against each other

“Then I remain where I am and do what you want,” I said as I blinked rapidly.

“Then let me check up on you,” my skirt had been raised up to my mid thigh and he was drawing circles on them with the tip of his index finger.

“Did it hurt a lot that night?” He asked and I immediately shook my head from embarassment.

“I..I don’t remember, I was drugged up,” I confessed shakily, wishing I remembered just how I lost my virginity to my ex’ uncle.

“Then, let’s brush up your memory a little,” as he raised my skirt, smirked at me and dipped his fingers so deeply within my thighs.

I felt his index finger and thumb press against my very middle and a moan escaped my mouth.

“What are you trying to do? This is wrong, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I was panicking even though I didn’t want to.

“Even though you’re this wet?” He asked as he brought out his glistening fingers from under my skirt.

“Wet? Maybe i peeled a little, I’ve been holding it in all morning,” I confessed with the reddest face ever, but he didn’t seem to get my embarrassment as he brought his two fingers up to his nose and took a long drag before putting the fingers in his mouth and sucking on them like a child with candy.

“You smell like strawberry milk and taste like the way I imagine strawberry flowers would taste,” he raised my skirt again.

“That’s dirty, stop it!”

“In that case, why don't we clean you up?” He suggested with a glint of mischief in his eyes that I had to hold him by both sides of his face to stop him from burying his face underneath my skirt and actually cleaning me up.

“You are more innocent than you look,” he said as he held both of my wrists on either side of his face and kissed them, “the wetness in your panties is not pee or dirty, in fact, it’s the purest and most divine form of anything a woman could produce and it makes me really happy that you are wet for me. I thought I was the only one suffering with a hard on,” he said with a smirk although I wasn't able to understand all of what he is saying, I at least knew that he was really happy about something I did and knowing that made me feel like I was able to pay him back a little for all his kindness.

“And it’s only natural that I clean you up, so you don’t soak your panties and someone else smells you. It would be too bad if it was another man touching you, right?” he asked and I nodded.

Weirdly enough, I didn’t feel like slapping him across the face when he touched me in my most intimate places even though I never allowed my ex to kiss, as I wanted to save the first kiss for the altar.

“You don’t have a handkerchief with  you,” I tried to sound convincing, even though I was now extremely curious about exactly what he was trying to do when he buried his head under my skirt.