Showing posts with label The lion's Den. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The lion's Den. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

#WednesdayBriefs: The Lion's Den 3

Greetings! 

True to my promise, I'm keeping the Briefs to three chapters maximum, so this is the last bit of The Lion's Den. I suggest you have a fan nearby. *wink*  I hope you enjoy it!  

The Lion's Den 3



Her shirt landed over someone's desk. His tie fluttered to the floor. She ran her fingers down his chiseled torso as he fought his way out of his shirt. He grasped her wrists, holding her palms over his pecs as he leaned down to kiss her again. She moaned against him. He ran his fingertips over her arms, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. 

"Mikka," she urged him on as he stopped to contemplate her. 

“Beautiful."

He reached for her again, dipping his fingers beneath her bra, tugging at her sensitive nipples and sending ripples of pleasure to land hard between her thighs. Abruptly, he removed his hands. She was about to protest when he slid the straps of her bra down her arms, then fumbled with the clasp. The material fell to the floor. 

"Fuck."

Mikka cursed under his breath. Nervous, Angela gazed at him, but his eyes were pinned on her breasts. 

"Beautiful," he said, while rubbing them with the flat of his palms. Lowering his head, he kissed her wrinkled nub before curling his tongue around it and sucking, hard. Angela moaned. Her head fell back as her chest thrust forward, silently begging for more. 

"Mikka."

He stepped back and grinned deviously. 

"Ms. Windsor, come into my office, immediately."

Placing his hand on her lower back, he ushered her inside the lion's den. 

"Welcome to my den." 

Her mouth fell open and she stopped walking to glance up at him. Mikka took a step forward, forcing her to retreat.

"I listen to my employees, Angela."

"But--"

He took another step. 

"Even if it doesn't look like it. I watch." Another step. "I listen." Another step. "I yearn." She bumped against his desk. "I dream."

"Dream?" 

He towered over her, the desire in his eyes so open it overwhelmed her. 

"Dream. Hope." One of his fingers caressed her face. "Imagine."

“Are you sure? I'm not--Do you know what you’re doing?” she murmured to herself.

“I always know what I’m doing,” Mikka replied, hooking his fingers on her trousers and pulling her to him. She looked up at him. He smiled and all her worries dissipated. 

"My dreams were more than a passionate rendezvous on my desk, Ms. Windsor." 

Sensuously, he undid the buttons of her pants and tugged them down with her underwear. 

"I intend to have all my dreams fulfilled," he said, while placing his hand over her dark mesh of hair. Slick wetness slid down her thighs as he teased her thighs open. 

"And I have a lot of dreams." 

Abruptly, he turned her around, positioning her so she was facing the desk, her rear to him. He leaned into her, his cock still covered by his clothes hard against her behind.

“I’ve dreamed of having you for so long, I hardly know where to begin,” Mikka murmured against her ear.

“Anywhere. Everywhere,” she replied breathlessly, grinding her bottom against him.

“You smell so good,” he growled, while squeezing her ass. Angela moaned.

“Just—“

He turned her around again and kissed her hard.. With an ease she didn't expect, he lifted her onto his desk. 

“Stay,” he demanded, hoarsely.

She looked curiously at him as he took a step back and removed his pants. She spread her legs at the sight, inviting him to fill her. His cock curved upwards, the crown pink and weeping. Quickly, he fished a condom from his wallet, ripped it open and rolled it down his length.

“After,” he said softly as the head of his cock teased her entrance. “I’m going to eat that pretty pussy of yours. I’m going to—“ He paused as his mushroom head slipped into her moist entrance. “I’m going to fuck you all over this office.” Her fingernails dug into his arm as he slowly pushed inside of her. 
“Then, I’m going to take you home.”

“Home?” she managed to ask, moving her hips and trying to get him to move faster. He gave her one of his devastating smiles accompanied by a peck on the lips.

“Home, to make love to you on my bed.”

“Make—“

“Later.” He slammed into her and she arched her back. He kissed her mouth, her neck and began a deliberately slow possession of her body. She rubbed against him, desperate for more.

“Mikka, please.” She caressed his jaw and ran her fingers across his cheek before cupping his head and bringing him down to kiss her. His dark gaze softened and he kissed her back.

He didn't say a word as he began to slam into her in hard incessant strokes that took her to heaven and beyond. Finding the tender spot on her neck, he bit down, triggering her orgasm. Angela screamed and Mikka followed her release with his own.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms. After a while, Mikka’s cock slipped out and she shivered. He hugged her tighter, and kissed her cheek, her nose, her mouth. With each swipe of his tongue a new notch of arousal climbed up her body.

“I want you again,” he murmured.

“I do too,” she replied, wrapping her hands around his engorged member.  “And I want to taste you.” 

Angela frowned as Mikka shook his head. 

"Only after I taste you, dear. In the lion's den, the lion rules." 



The End


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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

#WednesdayBriefs: The Lion's Den 2

Hey lovelies! Happy Hump Day! Today's brief, is well, brief.

I wrote it on Friday with the idea of writing more later, but as it happened, I haven't had the time. I have my first class as an English teacher today and I've been freaking out a bit.
Anyway, I do hope you enjoy this short flash that continues off from next week and which will end next week (with, yes, a scene between the sheets, or should I say between the desks?) Hum... 

The Lion's Den 2


“I—“ She took a step back, her back bumping against the chair behind her. “Yes. I was wondering where everyone is.” She smiled faintly and took off the rest of her coat. Roughly, taking the towel from his hands she began to dry her hair.

“Let me.” Her jaw almost dropped to the floor as he took the towel from her suddenly numb fingers and softly massaged her scalp. She felt tiny as he took care of her. His body heat was like a blanket slowly wrapping around her and seducing her.

“Mr. Miettsen,” she said breathlessly as his fingers brushed against the top of her ear.

“Mikka.”

“I think this is inappropriate.” The words came out so quietly she wasn’t sure she had spoken them aloud.

“Do you?”

Was that amusement in his tone?  

“Yes.”

His hands stopped working their magic on her scalp and she felt him move away. A worm of disappointment slithered down her throat and landed in her stomach in an uncomfortable coil.

“Look at me.”

She turned around and looked at him. He was reclining against another cubicle, his arms folded and his icy gaze leveled on her.

“You like me.”

It was not a question, so she remained silent.

“What’s the problem?

She cocked her head.

“Seriously?”

He burst out laughing, surprising her.

“Contrary to what people believe, I say some very stupid things, especially when my cock is so hard I can hardly move.”

"Did you really just say that?"

He shrugged. "Yeah, I said it, and now I have to live with it." Mr. Miettsen, Mikka ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. “I apologize, I shouldn’t have been so brazen.”

“I really do like you,” she blurted out. She covered her face with her hands, feeling the heat of a blush creep down her neck.

Strong fingers gripped her waist and tugged. She stumbled into his arms, grasping his shoulders to keep her balance.

“I like you too.”

She stared at him. It sounded so natural. Man liked woman, and woman liked man. Easy as pie, but there were other things to consider. Her work, his work, their colleagues, their –

“I’ve noticed,” he said softly, brushing back her hair from her face. “That you think too much.”

“Oh.” Angela laughed. “Yeah, my friends say that too.”

“Stop it.”

“Huh?”

He grinned again. How was it possible that in less than 20 minutes she’d seen him smile more than in the past two weeks?

“Stop thinking. We’ll work it out.” He inched closer. Her breath hitched.

“We will?”

“Of course.”

Then his lips met hers and all rational thought vanished. Mikka’s lips pressed against hers gently. Again and again until she couldn’t take it anymore and she boldly threaded her fingers in his hair and pressed harder. His lips parted and her tongue snaked into his mouth. His groan shocked her and she froze for an instant before he pulled her so close she but melted into his firm body. Their tongues danced with frenzy, their hands pulled and tugged clothes aside, eager to find the unequal feel of skin against skin.
  
To be continued… 

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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

#WednesdayBriefs: The Lion's Den 1

Greetings lovelies!

I'm setting Rodric's story, Myths, Legends and Love aside for a while. Instead, I'm starting something new. My intention, from here onward is to keep stories to a maximum of 3 chapters. With that in mind, here is today's brief. The prompt is in bold. Enjoy! 



The Lion's Den 1

It had stopped being funny 30 minutes ago. She could already picture his reaction: 


As she ran into the office, head bowed, notebook and pen in hand, looking like a mess, he’d lean back on his chair and stare at her with those impossible blue eyes. He’d fold his hands in front of him and ask softly: “Is this a joke?”

She’d attempt to explain in a stammering mumble as he looked on at her, seemingly unfazed. Yet, beneath the lion’s calm demeanor lay a wild animal she would not be able to detain. Angelica shivered and focused on the road again as the driver behind her honked twice. They’d started to move again. Damn. If she hadn’t left her cell phone at home she could call him and explain, as it were, he was probably worried or mad or both. She drummed her fingers against the wheel, silently urging the cars before her to move. There was no way to know what had happened to create the jam, but considering the weather conditions she guessed it was an accident of some sort. The car behind her honked again.

“Fuck you,” she shouted. Tucking a strand of her behind her ear, she fought to remain calm. It would do no one any good to get into the office angry and upset. She was barely 20 minutes away. All she needed was the road to be clear and she’d be in his office in no time. Angelica sighed.

“You’re a wacko, Angie.”

It was her second week on the job and she was crushing hard on her boss. She wasn’t the only one. From what she’d been told all the females and some males in the office were madly in love with Mr. Miettsen. It was hard not to. The Nordic god with his cool light eyes and dark hair was over six foot tall and fitted into his navy blue suits like a glove.  Unfortunately, he only seemed to have eyes for his precious business.

Abruptly, the car in front of her moved. The vehicle behind honked again, impatiently.

“Good God, I’m going,” she muttered.

Just like it had begun, the road suddenly cleared out. A few more minutes and she’d be at the office, ready to be fired.

Angela raced up stairs. She burst through the door of the small office, cringing as it shut behind her with a loud clang. She stopped in her tracks, purse dangling off her shoulder, snow dripping from her hair and coat. Her keys dropped to the floor. She stared. It was empty. The office was empty—

“Angela.”

She fumbled with her things and brushed her face out of her face as Mr. Miettsen emerged from his office. He looked as confused as she felt. His eyes hovered over her face, then slid downwards. Her cheeks burned and she crouched to pick up her keys and hide her embarassement.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t you get my message?”

“Message? What message?” God, her voice sounded whiny and high pitched. She jumped to her feet. An apology stuck at the back of her throat as he found him smiling at her. She blinked. Her breath hitched. Mr. Miettsen never smiled. A shiver racked down her back. Why on earth did he never smile? It softened his features and made him seem human, friendlier, kind... sexier than hell. She fumbled with the strap of her purse, desperately trying to not stare like a lovestruck teenager. His smile broadened and she couldn't help feeling that he knew the way he felt, knew the way her nipples were beading beneath her clothes at the sight of him.

“Come. Leave your things on your desk. I think Miranda has some towels in that cabinet of hers. You’re dripping wet.”

She watched him dumbstruck as he walked toward the cabinet at the back of the office. A thousand questions skipped through her mind but only one thought seemed to stick. She was alone with Mr. Miettsen. All the fantasies she'd had since she'd met him rushed forth. Her panties dampened, her lips dried. Fuck. 

"Where is everyone?" she asked.

Goosebumps sprouted over her flesh as he touched her shoulder and turned her around. Her pulse sped up and her mouth fell open as he fumbled with the zipper of her coat. slowly, he drew it down. 

"Didn't I tell you to take off your coat?" 


To be continued...

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