Masturbating

One week later

I wanted him buried in between my thighs.

The moment Mr. Blackwell's muscled hand brushed mine a week ago when he helped pick up the papers I had scattered around the boardroom kept coming into memory. Every time I blinked, I saw his long fingers sliding against mine, the way his suit hugged his body, and how tight and fitted they were on his arms. I could imagine strong-wristed, veined, and tanned arms beneath that suit. I wanted those hands pushing my thighs apart while his fingers worked their way into my pussy. 

"That would be all for the meeting then."

Everything around me disappeared into a blur as heat coiled deep inside me. My pen slipped between my lips, and I sucked it slowly, biting down on the end like it was him. Mr. Blackwell’s mouth. His jaw grazed my cheek as he kissed me. His tongue forcing mine open, dominant, exactly the way a man like him would fuck.

God, I could see it too clearly. Him bending me over this very table, pulling my skirt up, his cock sliding into me while his voice ordered me not to make a sound. The thought made my thighs clench helplessly, a rush of wetness flooding my panties.

“Miss Ashcroft.”

The sound of him grunting would fill my ear as he whispered something naughty in my ear. I closed my eyes, still biting my pen like it was his lip.

“Miss Ashcroft.”

My eyes flew open and it was then I realized that the meeting was over, and Theodore Blackwell was staring directly at me. My cheeks burned as humiliation swept me. I’d been sitting here in front of him, practically fucking him in my head.

“Yes...yes, sir,” I stammered.

Dammit, Eliana. What the fuck are you doing? This man is Serena’s father. Your best friend’s father. Why the hell are you thinking about him like that? You are lucky you still have your job!

His brow arched. “The meeting is over, Miss Ashcroft”

I looked around and realized we were the only two left. 

Shit.

I scrambled to my feet, knocking my notepad and pen onto the floor. Groaning, I bent to grab them, and when I looked up, his blue eyes were fixed on me, a little darker than usual. I followed his eyes and froze when I realized that my skirt had risen high when I bent earlier and then yanked it down immediately. 

Heat flowed through me from the inside out. My body was on fire as the thought of him using his eyes to undress me crossed my mind. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, he straightened, adjusted his jacket, and walked out of the boardroom.

What the hell just happened?

By the time I gathered myself and left the boardroom, Mr. Blackwell was waiting at the elevator. His hands rested in his pockets. I stood beside him, staring at my feet until the door opened, and then he stepped inside the elevator. 

'Should I just let him go with this one and catch the next one?' I hesitated, because after the look he gave me in the boardroom, being alone with him in a closed space felt reckless.

But then his voice cut through me. “Are you getting in, Miss Ashcroft?”

Our eyes locked. I bit my lower lip before I could stop myself, heat pooling low in my stomach. His gaze dropped instantly to my mouth, darkening. I let my lip go quickly and stepped in. The doors slid shut, and we stood in silence as I clutched my notepad, tapping it against my thigh, staring desperately at the glowing numbers above the door. Anywhere but him. 

My phone suddenly started ringing, and I took a quick look at Mr. Blackwell's face before glancing down at it; my eyes widened upon seeing the caller. It was one of the loan sharks, and my heart began to beat fast as I ended the call and tugged my phone back into my side pocket. 

When I looked up, Mr. Blackwell was staring at me with a curious look; he opened his mouth to say something, but the doors opened and his focus shifted to it. The curious look he had earlier was gone and quickly replaced with his usual cold face as he spoke, “You should be careful, Miss Ashcroft. The way you stare at men… one might take it as an invitation.”

His eyes swept over me, slowly, before he walked out, leaving me gasping, my chest tight with something I couldn’t name.

*****

After managing to get through the day without crossing paths with Mr. Blackwell, I made my way to my apartment while trying to push thoughts of him out of my head. I closed the door behind me and kicked off my shoes before tossing my bag on the couch. 

I began to pace around the room as I removed my phone out of my pocket before going through it. I had over ten missed calls from the loan sharks and a few text messages. My hands shook as I opened one of the messages. "Clock's ticking, Ashcroft. Don't make me come find you." 

Oh Lord, I threw my phone on the couch immediately. Was this an empty threat? What if it wasn't? What if they know where I worked already? Or worse, what if they came to Blackwell's Corporation to find me?

Worry laced through me as I kept pacing; I couldn't lose this job, not now that I needed it the most. My mind wandered back to Mr. Blackwell. What would he say if someone barged into his company and held me by the collar? He would be so disappointed, wouldn't he?

“Eliana,” I muttered, dragging my fingers through my hair. “Get a grip.” You have other important matters to deal with; this should be the least of it all. 

But I couldn’t.

I walked barefoot into my bedroom and then took off my clothes, still picturing Mr. Blackwell in my head. I lay back on the bed and instantly knew I could never go to bed with this stupid hunger in me. Pulling open the drawer by my bed, I pulled out my vibrator and then lay back on the bed. 

'This is only going to happen once and never again,' I told myself and turned it on, hitting the first button, starting out slow, before pressing it against my panties, already damp from hours of pent-up heat caused by that man. 

I closed my eyes, my breathing slow as I let myself go free. I thought of his face—God, those eyes—his hands, and his voice. 

"Theo," I moaned, my thighs trembling.

I pushed my panties aside and slid the toy against my swollen clit, moaning as a wave of ecstasy shot through me. I began to move my hips while the sound of the vibrator mixed with my silent moans filled my bedroom. 

But it wasn’t enough; it wasn’t him.

I pressed the second button on the vibrator as I imagined his hand instead, rough on my clit, forcing me open. His deep voice told me to moan as loud as I could. My other hand gripped the sheets so tightly my knuckles ached. He was in front of me, his fingers making their way up to my pussy slowly, circling my skin and moving me to places I never knew existed. 

How he would dip one finger into my wet pussy as the others would rub my clit, “Yes, Theo.” I moaned aloud as I kept imagining him fucking me with one finger, and then he would dip another finger into my pussy while asking me if I could take them or wanted him to stop. I'd be damned if I ever wanted him to take those fingers out of my pussy. 

I thought of him asking me if I could take three and then I nodded my head vigorously as I pressed the last button on the vibrator, pushing it harder on my clit, my body shook as I dipped three fingers into my pussy to match my imagination as Theo fingers and I cried out, holding the bedsheet tighter than before. “Go faster, daddy,” I coughed out as I kept pressing it on my clit. 

“I want your dick in me,” I cried out as I removed my fingers from my pussy, it was dripping wet by now. I closed my eyes as I pictured him was on top of me, his muscled hands pinning me down on the bed as his lips kissed mine hungrily before biting my earlobe. 

I thought of his blue eyes staring into my soul as he bent to take my nipple into his mouth. I used my hands which were wet from being inside my pussy to touch my nipples, pinching them as I imagined Theo’s lips, moist and warm, sucking them so hard. “It feels so so good” I moaned. 

My eyes rolled in its sockets as I felt an orgasm coming. I couldn't cum until he fucked me. The thought of Theo’s cock stretching me open, fast and merciless almost knocked me out of my breath.

“Yes…” the word tore from my throat.

I rocked harder, the toy buzzing relentlessly, my body shuddering under the thought of him pounding into me, fucking me like he owned me. My chest arched, nipples tight, sweat beading along my skin.

I imagined him leaning down, whispering against my ear. “Say my name.”

“Theo,” I moaned aloud. 

Then I began to rub the vibrator over my clit, imagining Theo fucking me faster now as the orgasm hit me, tearing through my body so violently I nearly cried. My legs shook, my hand trembling as the toy slipped from my fingers.

I collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving, skin damp and flushed. Shame filled me in heavy waves. What the hell was I doing? Touching myself to the thought of my best friend’s father?And the worse part was that, I wouldn't mind doing it again. 

I will be damned because Theodore Blackwell turned me on in ways I had not imagined.