With a flick of his wrist, the evidence lands in my lap. Here in his car, just the two of us, my bully tells me that he has my fate in his hands. I know what it’ll take to buy his silence.
Two years ago my husband lost his job and his will to keep going. I’ve been struggling to make ends meet ever since, doing whatever it takes to keep us above water.
In this car I am speeding to my doom. At the end of the line I lose my job unless I can give him one good reason to keep my secrets. So I unclick my seatbelt and bend over towards him, telling him that I know what he really wants.
He is my bully and my coworker. He’s been trying to get me out of his way from the moment he started working at my office and now he has it. But as I come face to face with my destiny, I realize that it isn’t just him that’s going to be satisfied here.
Speeding down the road in his car, everything is happening so fast. I feel him hot and heavy in my hand and on my lips. I’ve missed all of this so much. I’ve missed the thrill of doing something very wrong.
Being with my bully satisfies me in ways I couldn’t imagine. My husband doesn’t have his strength, his ego, his hunger. My husband can’t thrill me like this. He can’t demand and have me obey.
I hate my bully. I want my bully. I need to please him.
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My hand flung the papers into the backseat which drew a laugh from Aiden.
“You can toss them out the fucking window if you want. If you think I don’t have copies hidden away somewhere. Hell, I’ve even got another one in the-“
Click.
The click of my seatbelt.
That was enough to cut off his words and silence him with the question of what I intended.
“What are you doing?” he asked, a little note of panic in his voice as something happened that wasn’t according to plan.
“Buying your silence,” I said bitterly, spinning towards him in my seat and bending my body over the console in the middle.
My hands fell in his lap and I heard him startle with surprise. He called out my name and gave a vain protest, but it was clear that it was all for show.
“Emily,” he said, “I didn’t ask for this.”
“You don’t have to ask for it,” I told him bluntly, working quickly at his belt and his zipper, “You might have my number but I have yours. You’re not hiding anything when you stare at my legs, at my tits, at my ass. All those jokes you make and all those times you’ve gone out of your way to drag some pretty young secretary right through my line of sight. I know what you’re trying to tell me Aiden.”
“Emily,” he said breathlessly as I yanked his pants open and moved to his boxers.
“Shut the fuck up Aiden. You’re winning and that means-“
This time it was me to have a surprise in my plan. I’d figured on a lot, but I’d never figured on him being this big.
Big enough to be the biggest I’d ever seen. Big enough to vastly beat my husband. Big enough to fill me up and split me open and leave me ruined in the aftermath. Big enough to truly satisfy.
“Fuck,” I said in genuine surprise, “Wow, all those big dick jokes you made weren’t really jokes, were they?”
I looked up at him, his cock hard from even the thought that I might take it into my mouth. His eyes wide as he fought the urge to stare at me or watch the road.
“I’m not going to pretend you’re not an asshole, Aiden,” I said, “But at least you’re an asshole with a big cock.”
And then I turned and faced him and I took as much of him in as I possibly could.