Chase me

Maya’s POV

I take care to dress in a respectable, professional way. My thoughts, however, are anything but.

When I take down notes in a meeting, you might see me smile, nod, sip a cup of coffee. However, only I will ever know what’s running through my head.

It wouldn’t be polite to share the fact I might be thinking about whether Kliner would make eye contact at the meeting.

But I noticed he how he fought it, he tried not to look at me and sometimes I caught him looking.

And I know that look. Sometimes he would look through the office glass door, fixing me with his direct gaze, like he wanted to consume every inch of me.

I would turn to the table to bend, so he see my round ass.

I loved the obsession and I did wish my husband could look at me that way but my husband’s focus was on the illegal businesses while I handle the legal part of our business. I get stucked in the office making sure everything is put in place.

It was exhausting and still the one thing I wanted from my husband was for him to make me feel alive again. I just wanted to feel alive.

I felt starved of attention and most importantly sex. Even when I tried to make my husband stay and just look at me for once—I'm his bloody wife!

He won't, he was obsessed with street power, influence and money while I stay starved.

But I look up and I see Kliner. Dark hair, honey skin. As he takes off his tailored navy suit blazer, the outline of his curved biceps stretching against his crisp, pressed shirt is evidence that he looks after his body.

Each time I looked at him, I try to decipher what his preference could be; fucking me on the desk, skirt hitched up, spread wide, or maybe bending me over it, to enjoy just how wet and tight I can be.

I knew he wanted me. What we felt for each other was forbidden. But I was willing to take the risk. A lifetime gamble.

– – – present day

Back at the office at late hours, I sit down in the leather chair to start researching figures, but my mind kept pulling me back to thinking about Kliner.

I know I’ll see him tomorrow, but the restlessness pervades. When I get like this, touching myself doesn’t lift the feeling. It’s not about the orgasm, I need to feel him inside me, filling me entirely.

My bag sits on the desk next to my laptop, and inside it’s my favourite toy. I stroke all seven inches of the glass dildo, my fingertips tracing the raised red hearts, designed to give extra pleasure.

I can’t help thinking about him, imagining him doing that to me. My nipples are straining against my bra and I’m not fighting the feeling anymore.

My body is sensitive, and even my own touch makes me horny. My skirt has a split at the front, and it’s ruched up around my waist.

Undoing my shirt, I rub at the dampness between my legs. I slip my hand inside my panties enjoying this office wank. Wishing Kliner could watch me touch myself.

I tug my nipples. They are fully erect.

My fingers glide over my clit and I’m panting. I slip two fingers inside me, massaging back and forward.

Pumping my fingers, I’m so swollen. I can tell when I’m dirty and taste myself.

Sliding my panties off I go to the desk to get the dildo. I like teasing strokes, I work the dildo, pumping away at me, I tease myself, pulling it out and sliding it up and down across my clit, my lips hugging and spreading at its girth.

I wish Kliner could do this to me with his cock. My breath quickens as I get closer. I can hear how wet I am.

I can’t wait any longer and thrust the dildo inside me, stroking my clit. Past the point of play, I want it harder. I need to feel it deep inside me taking up every inch of me, I rock my hips back and forward, frantically.

I’m so close and push the dildo right inside me, up to its hilt. I pant and moan, pumping it deeper and deeper until I climax hard, crying out. As I slide it out, I think about Kliner—my husband’s brother and the universe decides to bring me a present.

My door creaks open and there he was—Kliner looking at me.