Chapter Rating: R
Natalia stepped into the reception area to her office, walked over to Sheila's desk, and began stuffing a stack of papers into her in-box. The secretary was off on her lunch break and had placed the appropriate notice on her desk to tell inquirers of this fact. Beside the card was a note addressed to Natalia, marked 'Urgent'. The brunette picked up the note and flipped it over.
Ms. Rivera,
I DID do my best to stop her... again... You're on your own I'm afraid.
Sorry,
Sheila.
Natalia immediately looked over at her office door. Her blood began to boil, and she forced in a couple of deep breaths before she moved forward.
Don't take the bait, and she won't be able to reel you in. She will be forced to give up and go away. Natalia prepared herself. You can do this!
As soon as she opened the door to her office, she was greeted by the sight of Olivia, reclined back in her chair, behind her desk. Her back was slightly turned from the younger woman as she was facing the large picture window on her right. The blonde hotelier had her hands folded behind her head and wore a rather satisfied expression. Natalia began fighting the urge to react in anger at the petty display, reminding herself of her almost useless fishing mantra. She took a couple more deep cleansing breaths as she turned to close the door. Olivia swiveled the chair around to face Natalia and leaned forward, interlocking her fingers and resting her forearms against the edge of the desk. The two women kept eye contact as Natalia slowly moved to one of the visitor's chairs and sank down into it, placing both hands on the armrests. She willed her tense shoulders to relax and cleared her throat before beginning the encounter.
"How are you today, Spencer?" she started, with a completely neutral tone.
Olivia's mouth drew up in an ever-so slight smile. "Magnificent, yourself?" she answered lightly.
Natalia shrugged her shoulders once and shook her head a couple of times. "Can't complain. Well, actually I could, but I am going to wait a bit, I think."
"I admire your self-discipline."
"No, you don't."
The pair squinted at each other, waiting to see who would be first to break the calm facade. There was a momentary pause in which the women simply glared. Olivia finally spoke.
"If we were in a movie, I would expect to see tumbleweeds rolling by on an empty dirt road and hear the sounds of clinking spurs."
"Would you rather we walk the ten paces and turn around before I beat you to the draw?"
"Oh no," Olivia sat back again and made herself comfortable. "I'm fine right where I am," she said with a combative look in her eyes.
"It would seem that way."
"Well, although I have to tell you once again how incredibly drab the decor of this office is, I must admit that you made quite an excellent choice with these furnishings. So comfy." She reclined in the chair and waited for Natalia to serve up a retort.
"I'm glad you approve."
"Indeed. In fact, I am thinking of keeping them here when I make this room my office." She smirked when she saw the brief abhorrent look flash across Natalia's features.
"What are you doing here?" Natalia had had enough of the acerbic banter.
"Was the emphasis on 'doing'? Or 'here'?" Olivia asked the confused younger hotelier. "Because what I am doing is letting you know that I like your office. And when this deal goes through and I am in my new position, I could very easily take it for myself." She watched the fire ignite in Natalia's eyes. "And what I am actually doing here is letting you know that I won't."
"Let me get this straight. You're here to flaunt your power," the brunette said slowly, "and then tell me how exactly you will and won't use it?" Natalia gave her an INCREDULOUS gaze. "Do you ever listen to your thoughts before you speak?"
"I don't want to take anything away from you, Natalia," Olivia stated, getting to the seriousness of their conversation. "I want us to be able to work together. I want us to find some sort of common ground, get some stable footing here. At the very least, we would then be able to sit in the same fucking room without trying to either tear each other's eyes out, or our clothes off."
Natalia laughed at this and shook her head. "I will, of course, be required to do whatever you say so I really don't know why you would feel the need to run the plan by me."
Olivia could see that she wasn't making any headway. Natalia was far too stubborn to simply shake hands and walk away. She had already expected this to be the case but at least now she could say that she had tried.
"Yes, you will have to follow my lead, so to speak." She slowly moved her hand to her right. "You know..." she said as she reached inside and pulled out a pencil and a sharpener from one of Natalia's immaculate drawers, "they say that obsessive tidiness is a sure sign of sexual frustration." She finished as she sharpened the pencil and let the shavings fall onto the desk, never breaking eye contact with the annoyed woman.
"Surely you aren't trying to link those two sentences together somehow, are you, Spencer?" Natalia moved her own hand down the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it slightly higher up her thigh in order to be able to cross one leg over the other. "A contravention of workplace ethics, such as saying something like that while lording your supremacy all over the place, could turn out to be a lawsuit waiting to happen, you know?"
Olivia moved her eyes from the satiny skin of Natalia's thigh and back to the steady gaze of her adversary. For a brief instant she was relieved that she was not yet Natalia's 'boss', for the lack of a better word. The thought of what the two equals could do to each other on top of the desk that separated them left her feeling somewhat 'off kilter'. She pressed her lips together and rubbed at the back of her neck.
"But if you did mean that as it sounded, I would assume that it would mean that you must actually trust me enough not to tell anyone," she said slyly. "Is that the case, Ms. Spencer?"
The older woman swallowed hard at the confidence in Natalia's tone. "I was merely making a general statement of fact."
Natalia started playing with the hem of her skirt, dipping her fingertips underneath and brushing the backs of them along the side on her thigh. "No... you weren't," she said in a low voice.
Olivia put both the pencil and the sharpener back into the drawer exactly where she had found them. She flashed the other woman a brief, mischievous look and then quickly, and very loudly, swept her hand all over the drawer, messing all of its contents up into a large, cluttered heap.
The younger woman closed her eyes and grabbed both armrests firmly as she fought the urge to scream and lunge over the desk at the infuriating woman who was violating her rightful position on her throne.
Olivia saw that she was getting to Natalia. She got up out of the chair and went over to the large window. "This actually isn't a bad third story view," she said smiling at her own vindictiveness. "I really think I'm going to enjoy myself in here."
She heard Natalia leave her seat and move towards the door. "Guess that means I've won this round." She completely meant to say that in her head, but the words had escaped her lips and there was no taking them back.
The sound of Natalia's footsteps stopped suddenly, and all that could be heard in the room was the quiet hum of the recently 'fixed' air-vent.
The door lock chimed and Olivia's stomach flipped. Her heart pounded against her rib-cage as she heard the footsteps coming slowly her way, drumming a cadence in triple time to the rhythm of the high-heels hitting the hardwood floor.
Natalia stopped directly behind Olivia. The older woman couldn't even see a slight reflection of the other woman in the window. The air felt thick, as though it were trying to suffocate her. She kept still, waiting to see... better yet... waiting to feel how Natalia was going to play this next round. Two hands snuck their way in between her arms and the sides of her body, reaching around her slowly until they came to rest on the buttons of her vest. She looked down to see nimble fingers working to undo the buttons. Taking their sweet time.
The shorter woman lifted her chin to place her lips as close to Olivia's ear as possible. She wanted to be closer.
"Take off your shoes," she ordered the mesmerized woman.
Olivia didn't move. She barely breathed; so afraid that if she did either that this moment would end the heat that was building rapidly between them once again. Natalia liked to run. That's what she did. Olivia was almost certain that she would run again. Don't give in to her!
Natalia knew that Olivia was resisting. Fine...two can play...again!
"If, or when, you merge your company with my family's, do you honestly believe that you and I will be able to work side by side... so closely…" she breathed against the sensitive skin of Olivia's neck, "and be able to keep our hands off one another?" She smiled when she heard Olivia's tiny gasp. "Hmm? Answer me Spencer."
The temptress had successfully unbuttoned the vest and began sliding it from Olivia's shoulders, trailing her fingers down sleeveless arms as she went.
Olivia remained silent, trying to steady her breaths; attempting to hide the effect that Natalia's voice and touch were having on her body.
Once the vest was removed, it was tossed upon the desk. Natalia ran both hands up Olivia's back, inching her way back up to her shoulders. One hand stopped while the other hand continued lightly over the back of Olivia's neck as her fingertips moved up into soft locks of blonde hair.
Olivia shivered involuntarily as chills ran down her spine. Natalia smiled widely and brought her hands back down to Olivia's waist.
"Because I... personally... don't think that I could handle being in the same room with you... without wanting to touch you..." She began pulling the silk fabric of the other woman's tank-top out from her skirt.
"Without wanting to feel you...." She moved her fingertips along the newly exposed skin above the top of Olivia's skirt.
The older hotelier stood, frozen in place, staring at the reflection of the hands at her waist.
"Or without tasting your skin..." Soft lips met the bare neck; warm breath breezed over it. Olivia began chewing at her lips.
"I wouldn't be able to keep my distance." Natalia moved closer, pressing her breasts against the body in front of hers, brushing her center against Olivia's ass.
"I would have to have you..." Hands moved forward to the button of Olivia's slate colored pants, and after undoing it, moved on to a tantalizingly slow pull at the zipper.
"I would have to fuck you, Spencer."
Olivia took a sharp intake of breath at those words. Her eyes closing tightly. Pounding heart racing even faster. This isn't really happening... this is a test... it's a game...
"Wouldn't you agree?" Natalia asked seductively as her hand made its way back up to Olivia's head. When Olivia didn't respond, she fisted her hand through the hair and pulled roughly until Olivia's cheek was almost touching hers. "Answer me!" she hissed at the subdued woman.
"Yes!" Olivia whispered.
"Then take off... your goddamned... shoes." The shorter woman once again demanded and this time Olivia wasted no time in doing as she was told, using the toes of both feet to slip the shoes off her heels. When they were both removed, Natalia swung her leg around Olivia and swept the shoes away, kicking them to the middle of the room.
"Good girl," Natalia breathed in a sultry voice. "Now... both hands up to the window."
When once again the other woman disobeyed, Natalia grabbed both her wrists and pulled her hands up to the window, slamming her palms into the glass. Olivia was almost panting now.
"Stay!" Natalia ordered.
Olivia nodded.
Natalia chuckled sinisterly.
The muscles of Olivia's stomach twitched uncontrollably when Natalia's right hand dipped inside the front of her pants, and she felt it begin to move lower. She felt the brunette's breath quicken against the side of her neck, matching her own pace.
"Even as my superior you will want me, won’t you?"
"Uh huh."
"And while you negate my previously held authority and order me around... the entire time..." Natalia's fingers moved through short, trimmed curls, "the entire goddamned time, you'll be thinking about fucking me?"
The full-body rush was instantaneous. The moment she felt the warm, slick wetness meet her cool fingertips, Natalia's eyes rolled back and a hot rush of breath hit the back of Olivia's neck. Both women moaned. Natalia let her desire guide her movements, gently running her fingers up and down along swollen folds.
"Fuck, yes!" Olivia answered.
Natalia moved her hand lower, resting her forehead in between Olivia's shoulder blades, and all but whimpering as she circled Olivia's entrance. An overpowering surge of need hit her then. Natalia bit hard into her bottom lip as she tried to maintain control of the situation. Fought the devastating urge just to plunge herself deep within the other woman. With her fingers gliding lightly over the soaking sex, she used her index and ring fingers to spread Olivia just enough for her middle finger to be able to stroke its way up and find the small, hard clit that was throbbing with need.
Olivia was reduced to short breaths and long moans as Natalia stroked her clit in soft strokes, placing two fingers on either side of it and sliding up and down it slowly, brushing across it and flicking it occasionally. Olivia's hips began to roll. She was losing all control of her body as the pleasure began to increase.
Natalia smiled at the shear astonishing power of it all. Logical thought and reason had ceased to exist. Questions, fears, anger, everything was pushed completely aside to make room for wonder and amazement to flood her senses. She reveled in the feel of Olivia. The scent of her arousal. Her own center began pounding out the quick rhythm of her pulse. Her brain and her body became confused. Her hand felt moistened, soft folds and she drew tiny, quick circles over an aching bundle of nerves, and yet, her clit was receiving no relief. The more she stroked, the more she ached. Her body was trying to process that this time... in this instance... it wasn't going to climax from her strenuous activities. It was such an odd sensation. To be touching another woman the way she would touch herself.
"Oh my God, Spencer," her head rolled to the side, still resting against Olivia's back. "You SO have to try this." She all but giggled with the joy of her findings. "So fucking amazing!"
"Planning on it..." Olivia's fingers began clawing at the glass. She felt as though her legs were about to give way.
"You want to come... don't you, Spencer?"
"Mhhm."
"You need to..."
"Yes!"
"No, you need to understand... I could stop." Natalia slowed her movements somewhat and Olivia groaned in disapproval. "At any time, I could end it and leave you like this."
"Fuck you, Rivera!"
"When you take my place in this company... when you steal my authority..." She began once again to rub Olivia faster, putting her other arm around the shaking woman and holding her hips tight against her. Pressing into her clit harder, "I will still have this power over you, Spencer."
"Please..." Olivia begged as the build up of her climax began shooting jolts of delicious rapture throughout her body. Just a little more and she would be screaming her release. "Don't you fucking dare stop Natalia!"
"I will if I want to. Do you understand that?"
"Oh fuck... "
"Who has the control?"
"Ohhh. Mmmmy. Fucking. God!" The fingers on her clit sped up and Olivia bit her lower lip so hard she nearly broke the skin.
"Say it!"
"You! Natalia! Fucking hell, YOU!!"
Natalia purred at the knowledge that she was about to make this trembling woman climax. She was secretly craving it just as much as Olivia. To watch her come. To hear her moan her release.
Olivia felt herself nearing the painful pleasure of the edge that she was being led slowly towards. It felt luxurious. And it was tormenting. Her legs went stiff, and her body lurched forward. Natalia pulled Olivia backwards just in time to help the other woman avoid hitting the glass.
"Oh fuck... ohhhhFUCK... " Olivia went silent and her mouth hung open, eyes closed tightly. Her head tilted to the side, giving Natalia a perfect view of her face as her orgasm tore through her body. The younger woman watched in awe, transfixed by the potency of what was occurring between the two of them. What she was witnessing. Her eyes glazed over, and her own jaw dropped slightly as she continued her motions. Olivia's body shook violently. Repeatedly. Moans of pleasure escaped her opened mouth with each intense aftershock. The hand bringing her relief never ceased until Olivia quickly reached down and clung on to Natalia's wrist, signaling her to stop.
Natalia kept her fingers pressed against Olivia's core, feeling her clit twitch and a rush of new wetness coat her fingers. She gazed at the furrowed brow of the sated women as it relaxed and transformed into a look of complete bliss. Olivia struggled to regain control of her breathing. Her eyes opened slowly and couldn't focus on anything outside the window, but she was acutely aware that she was being watched.
"Amazing." The breathy voice came from behind her right shoulder.
Olivia smiled, "I think for once we actually agree on something," she said through labored breaths as she looked over her shoulder to look into the eyes of the woman with whom she had just shared this reality-altering moment.
Natalia looked into Olivia's eyes. She saw in them the same quiet understanding that they had shared at other times. A connection that was forged by forces beyond their control and recognized for its magnitude and intensity. The younger woman wanted to take Olivia into her arms and hold her. She knew it was what Olivia was asking for with her eyes. But this was not what that was. Olivia finally understood what Natalia had meant when they first kissed. That was not who they were. Not yet. Not in this world in which they lived. Perhaps the other time, the other place. That universe may have allowed them those moments, but not this one. And it saddened them both.
Natalia drew her hand from Olivia, and they both looked at the fingers that were practically dripping with Olivia's essence. Natalia's body told her to do one thing as her mind screamed at her to do another. In the end, her brain won the battle, and Natalia took the front of Olivia's shirt and wiped her fingers off, solidifying the idea of what this had been. Nothing but a meaningless surfacing.
Olivia felt Natalia move away from her, the heat that was between them cooling instantly. She turned around to see that the other woman had already picked up the vest from the table and was holding it out for her to take.
"Are you going to pay me as well?" Olivia asked, feeling now like nothing but a common whore.
"Why would I do that? What did I get out of this?" Natalia said calculatedly. "Perhaps when I let you return the favor..." her voice trailed off.
"Perhaps, if I ever feel so inclined... which I highly doubt," Olivia said coldly.
"We'll see."
Natalia went to the door and opened it. She stood there, waiting for Olivia to move.
Olivia did up her pants and covered her stained shirt with the vest. She slowly moved to the door. Without looking at Natalia, she passed her and moved out of the office.
"You owe the repairmen $250.00 for replacing a perfectly good ventilation filter."
"Thanks for the heads up." Natalia called after her as Olivia walked away.
"Anytime."
Olivia walked out of the sitting area doors and into the hallway and leaned heavily into the wall. She knew that every single thing about their relationship, and the lack thereof, had changed. Now all she had to figure out was how to deal with the new emotions. Or how to suppress them, for that matter.
Natalia watched until Olivia was around the corner and the door was closing. She turned into her office and reached for the door frame.
Two doors shut at the same time.
But one had also been blown wide open.
Natalia stepped into the reception area to her office, walked over to Sheila's desk, and began stuffing a stack of papers into her in-box. The secretary was off on her lunch break and had placed the appropriate notice on her desk to tell inquirers of this fact. Beside the card was a note addressed to Natalia, marked 'Urgent'. The brunette picked up the note and flipped it over.
Ms. Rivera,
I DID do my best to stop her... again... You're on your own I'm afraid.
Sorry,
Sheila.
Natalia immediately looked over at her office door. Her blood began to boil, and she forced in a couple of deep breaths before she moved forward.
Don't take the bait, and she won't be able to reel you in. She will be forced to give up and go away. Natalia prepared herself. You can do this!
As soon as she opened the door to her office, she was greeted by the sight of Olivia, reclined back in her chair, behind her desk. Her back was slightly turned from the younger woman as she was facing the large picture window on her right. The blonde hotelier had her hands folded behind her head and wore a rather satisfied expression. Natalia began fighting the urge to react in anger at the petty display, reminding herself of her almost useless fishing mantra. She took a couple more deep cleansing breaths as she turned to close the door. Olivia swiveled the chair around to face Natalia and leaned forward, interlocking her fingers and resting her forearms against the edge of the desk. The two women kept eye contact as Natalia slowly moved to one of the visitor's chairs and sank down into it, placing both hands on the armrests. She willed her tense shoulders to relax and cleared her throat before beginning the encounter.
"How are you today, Spencer?" she started, with a completely neutral tone.
Olivia's mouth drew up in an ever-so slight smile. "Magnificent, yourself?" she answered lightly.
Natalia shrugged her shoulders once and shook her head a couple of times. "Can't complain. Well, actually I could, but I am going to wait a bit, I think."
"I admire your self-discipline."
"No, you don't."
The pair squinted at each other, waiting to see who would be first to break the calm facade. There was a momentary pause in which the women simply glared. Olivia finally spoke.
"If we were in a movie, I would expect to see tumbleweeds rolling by on an empty dirt road and hear the sounds of clinking spurs."
"Would you rather we walk the ten paces and turn around before I beat you to the draw?"
"Oh no," Olivia sat back again and made herself comfortable. "I'm fine right where I am," she said with a combative look in her eyes.
"It would seem that way."
"Well, although I have to tell you once again how incredibly drab the decor of this office is, I must admit that you made quite an excellent choice with these furnishings. So comfy." She reclined in the chair and waited for Natalia to serve up a retort.
"I'm glad you approve."
"Indeed. In fact, I am thinking of keeping them here when I make this room my office." She smirked when she saw the brief abhorrent look flash across Natalia's features.
"What are you doing here?" Natalia had had enough of the acerbic banter.
"Was the emphasis on 'doing'? Or 'here'?" Olivia asked the confused younger hotelier. "Because what I am doing is letting you know that I like your office. And when this deal goes through and I am in my new position, I could very easily take it for myself." She watched the fire ignite in Natalia's eyes. "And what I am actually doing here is letting you know that I won't."
"Let me get this straight. You're here to flaunt your power," the brunette said slowly, "and then tell me how exactly you will and won't use it?" Natalia gave her an INCREDULOUS gaze. "Do you ever listen to your thoughts before you speak?"
"I don't want to take anything away from you, Natalia," Olivia stated, getting to the seriousness of their conversation. "I want us to be able to work together. I want us to find some sort of common ground, get some stable footing here. At the very least, we would then be able to sit in the same fucking room without trying to either tear each other's eyes out, or our clothes off."
Natalia laughed at this and shook her head. "I will, of course, be required to do whatever you say so I really don't know why you would feel the need to run the plan by me."
Olivia could see that she wasn't making any headway. Natalia was far too stubborn to simply shake hands and walk away. She had already expected this to be the case but at least now she could say that she had tried.
"Yes, you will have to follow my lead, so to speak." She slowly moved her hand to her right. "You know..." she said as she reached inside and pulled out a pencil and a sharpener from one of Natalia's immaculate drawers, "they say that obsessive tidiness is a sure sign of sexual frustration." She finished as she sharpened the pencil and let the shavings fall onto the desk, never breaking eye contact with the annoyed woman.
"Surely you aren't trying to link those two sentences together somehow, are you, Spencer?" Natalia moved her own hand down the hem of her skirt, slowly raising it slightly higher up her thigh in order to be able to cross one leg over the other. "A contravention of workplace ethics, such as saying something like that while lording your supremacy all over the place, could turn out to be a lawsuit waiting to happen, you know?"
Olivia moved her eyes from the satiny skin of Natalia's thigh and back to the steady gaze of her adversary. For a brief instant she was relieved that she was not yet Natalia's 'boss', for the lack of a better word. The thought of what the two equals could do to each other on top of the desk that separated them left her feeling somewhat 'off kilter'. She pressed her lips together and rubbed at the back of her neck.
"But if you did mean that as it sounded, I would assume that it would mean that you must actually trust me enough not to tell anyone," she said slyly. "Is that the case, Ms. Spencer?"
The older woman swallowed hard at the confidence in Natalia's tone. "I was merely making a general statement of fact."
Natalia started playing with the hem of her skirt, dipping her fingertips underneath and brushing the backs of them along the side on her thigh. "No... you weren't," she said in a low voice.
Olivia put both the pencil and the sharpener back into the drawer exactly where she had found them. She flashed the other woman a brief, mischievous look and then quickly, and very loudly, swept her hand all over the drawer, messing all of its contents up into a large, cluttered heap.
The younger woman closed her eyes and grabbed both armrests firmly as she fought the urge to scream and lunge over the desk at the infuriating woman who was violating her rightful position on her throne.
Olivia saw that she was getting to Natalia. She got up out of the chair and went over to the large window. "This actually isn't a bad third story view," she said smiling at her own vindictiveness. "I really think I'm going to enjoy myself in here."
She heard Natalia leave her seat and move towards the door. "Guess that means I've won this round." She completely meant to say that in her head, but the words had escaped her lips and there was no taking them back.
The sound of Natalia's footsteps stopped suddenly, and all that could be heard in the room was the quiet hum of the recently 'fixed' air-vent.
The door lock chimed and Olivia's stomach flipped. Her heart pounded against her rib-cage as she heard the footsteps coming slowly her way, drumming a cadence in triple time to the rhythm of the high-heels hitting the hardwood floor.
Natalia stopped directly behind Olivia. The older woman couldn't even see a slight reflection of the other woman in the window. The air felt thick, as though it were trying to suffocate her. She kept still, waiting to see... better yet... waiting to feel how Natalia was going to play this next round. Two hands snuck their way in between her arms and the sides of her body, reaching around her slowly until they came to rest on the buttons of her vest. She looked down to see nimble fingers working to undo the buttons. Taking their sweet time.
The shorter woman lifted her chin to place her lips as close to Olivia's ear as possible. She wanted to be closer.
"Take off your shoes," she ordered the mesmerized woman.
Olivia didn't move. She barely breathed; so afraid that if she did either that this moment would end the heat that was building rapidly between them once again. Natalia liked to run. That's what she did. Olivia was almost certain that she would run again. Don't give in to her!
Natalia knew that Olivia was resisting. Fine...two can play...again!
"If, or when, you merge your company with my family's, do you honestly believe that you and I will be able to work side by side... so closely…" she breathed against the sensitive skin of Olivia's neck, "and be able to keep our hands off one another?" She smiled when she heard Olivia's tiny gasp. "Hmm? Answer me Spencer."
The temptress had successfully unbuttoned the vest and began sliding it from Olivia's shoulders, trailing her fingers down sleeveless arms as she went.
Olivia remained silent, trying to steady her breaths; attempting to hide the effect that Natalia's voice and touch were having on her body.
Once the vest was removed, it was tossed upon the desk. Natalia ran both hands up Olivia's back, inching her way back up to her shoulders. One hand stopped while the other hand continued lightly over the back of Olivia's neck as her fingertips moved up into soft locks of blonde hair.
Olivia shivered involuntarily as chills ran down her spine. Natalia smiled widely and brought her hands back down to Olivia's waist.
"Because I... personally... don't think that I could handle being in the same room with you... without wanting to touch you..." She began pulling the silk fabric of the other woman's tank-top out from her skirt.
"Without wanting to feel you...." She moved her fingertips along the newly exposed skin above the top of Olivia's skirt.
The older hotelier stood, frozen in place, staring at the reflection of the hands at her waist.
"Or without tasting your skin..." Soft lips met the bare neck; warm breath breezed over it. Olivia began chewing at her lips.
"I wouldn't be able to keep my distance." Natalia moved closer, pressing her breasts against the body in front of hers, brushing her center against Olivia's ass.
"I would have to have you..." Hands moved forward to the button of Olivia's slate colored pants, and after undoing it, moved on to a tantalizingly slow pull at the zipper.
"I would have to fuck you, Spencer."
Olivia took a sharp intake of breath at those words. Her eyes closing tightly. Pounding heart racing even faster. This isn't really happening... this is a test... it's a game...
"Wouldn't you agree?" Natalia asked seductively as her hand made its way back up to Olivia's head. When Olivia didn't respond, she fisted her hand through the hair and pulled roughly until Olivia's cheek was almost touching hers. "Answer me!" she hissed at the subdued woman.
"Yes!" Olivia whispered.
"Then take off... your goddamned... shoes." The shorter woman once again demanded and this time Olivia wasted no time in doing as she was told, using the toes of both feet to slip the shoes off her heels. When they were both removed, Natalia swung her leg around Olivia and swept the shoes away, kicking them to the middle of the room.
"Good girl," Natalia breathed in a sultry voice. "Now... both hands up to the window."
When once again the other woman disobeyed, Natalia grabbed both her wrists and pulled her hands up to the window, slamming her palms into the glass. Olivia was almost panting now.
"Stay!" Natalia ordered.
Olivia nodded.
Natalia chuckled sinisterly.
The muscles of Olivia's stomach twitched uncontrollably when Natalia's right hand dipped inside the front of her pants, and she felt it begin to move lower. She felt the brunette's breath quicken against the side of her neck, matching her own pace.
"Even as my superior you will want me, won’t you?"
"Uh huh."
"And while you negate my previously held authority and order me around... the entire time..." Natalia's fingers moved through short, trimmed curls, "the entire goddamned time, you'll be thinking about fucking me?"
The full-body rush was instantaneous. The moment she felt the warm, slick wetness meet her cool fingertips, Natalia's eyes rolled back and a hot rush of breath hit the back of Olivia's neck. Both women moaned. Natalia let her desire guide her movements, gently running her fingers up and down along swollen folds.
"Fuck, yes!" Olivia answered.
Natalia moved her hand lower, resting her forehead in between Olivia's shoulder blades, and all but whimpering as she circled Olivia's entrance. An overpowering surge of need hit her then. Natalia bit hard into her bottom lip as she tried to maintain control of the situation. Fought the devastating urge just to plunge herself deep within the other woman. With her fingers gliding lightly over the soaking sex, she used her index and ring fingers to spread Olivia just enough for her middle finger to be able to stroke its way up and find the small, hard clit that was throbbing with need.
Olivia was reduced to short breaths and long moans as Natalia stroked her clit in soft strokes, placing two fingers on either side of it and sliding up and down it slowly, brushing across it and flicking it occasionally. Olivia's hips began to roll. She was losing all control of her body as the pleasure began to increase.
Natalia smiled at the shear astonishing power of it all. Logical thought and reason had ceased to exist. Questions, fears, anger, everything was pushed completely aside to make room for wonder and amazement to flood her senses. She reveled in the feel of Olivia. The scent of her arousal. Her own center began pounding out the quick rhythm of her pulse. Her brain and her body became confused. Her hand felt moistened, soft folds and she drew tiny, quick circles over an aching bundle of nerves, and yet, her clit was receiving no relief. The more she stroked, the more she ached. Her body was trying to process that this time... in this instance... it wasn't going to climax from her strenuous activities. It was such an odd sensation. To be touching another woman the way she would touch herself.
"Oh my God, Spencer," her head rolled to the side, still resting against Olivia's back. "You SO have to try this." She all but giggled with the joy of her findings. "So fucking amazing!"
"Planning on it..." Olivia's fingers began clawing at the glass. She felt as though her legs were about to give way.
"You want to come... don't you, Spencer?"
"Mhhm."
"You need to..."
"Yes!"
"No, you need to understand... I could stop." Natalia slowed her movements somewhat and Olivia groaned in disapproval. "At any time, I could end it and leave you like this."
"Fuck you, Rivera!"
"When you take my place in this company... when you steal my authority..." She began once again to rub Olivia faster, putting her other arm around the shaking woman and holding her hips tight against her. Pressing into her clit harder, "I will still have this power over you, Spencer."
"Please..." Olivia begged as the build up of her climax began shooting jolts of delicious rapture throughout her body. Just a little more and she would be screaming her release. "Don't you fucking dare stop Natalia!"
"I will if I want to. Do you understand that?"
"Oh fuck... "
"Who has the control?"
"Ohhh. Mmmmy. Fucking. God!" The fingers on her clit sped up and Olivia bit her lower lip so hard she nearly broke the skin.
"Say it!"
"You! Natalia! Fucking hell, YOU!!"
Natalia purred at the knowledge that she was about to make this trembling woman climax. She was secretly craving it just as much as Olivia. To watch her come. To hear her moan her release.
Olivia felt herself nearing the painful pleasure of the edge that she was being led slowly towards. It felt luxurious. And it was tormenting. Her legs went stiff, and her body lurched forward. Natalia pulled Olivia backwards just in time to help the other woman avoid hitting the glass.
"Oh fuck... ohhhhFUCK... " Olivia went silent and her mouth hung open, eyes closed tightly. Her head tilted to the side, giving Natalia a perfect view of her face as her orgasm tore through her body. The younger woman watched in awe, transfixed by the potency of what was occurring between the two of them. What she was witnessing. Her eyes glazed over, and her own jaw dropped slightly as she continued her motions. Olivia's body shook violently. Repeatedly. Moans of pleasure escaped her opened mouth with each intense aftershock. The hand bringing her relief never ceased until Olivia quickly reached down and clung on to Natalia's wrist, signaling her to stop.
Natalia kept her fingers pressed against Olivia's core, feeling her clit twitch and a rush of new wetness coat her fingers. She gazed at the furrowed brow of the sated women as it relaxed and transformed into a look of complete bliss. Olivia struggled to regain control of her breathing. Her eyes opened slowly and couldn't focus on anything outside the window, but she was acutely aware that she was being watched.
"Amazing." The breathy voice came from behind her right shoulder.
Olivia smiled, "I think for once we actually agree on something," she said through labored breaths as she looked over her shoulder to look into the eyes of the woman with whom she had just shared this reality-altering moment.
Natalia looked into Olivia's eyes. She saw in them the same quiet understanding that they had shared at other times. A connection that was forged by forces beyond their control and recognized for its magnitude and intensity. The younger woman wanted to take Olivia into her arms and hold her. She knew it was what Olivia was asking for with her eyes. But this was not what that was. Olivia finally understood what Natalia had meant when they first kissed. That was not who they were. Not yet. Not in this world in which they lived. Perhaps the other time, the other place. That universe may have allowed them those moments, but not this one. And it saddened them both.
Natalia drew her hand from Olivia, and they both looked at the fingers that were practically dripping with Olivia's essence. Natalia's body told her to do one thing as her mind screamed at her to do another. In the end, her brain won the battle, and Natalia took the front of Olivia's shirt and wiped her fingers off, solidifying the idea of what this had been. Nothing but a meaningless surfacing.
Olivia felt Natalia move away from her, the heat that was between them cooling instantly. She turned around to see that the other woman had already picked up the vest from the table and was holding it out for her to take.
"Are you going to pay me as well?" Olivia asked, feeling now like nothing but a common whore.
"Why would I do that? What did I get out of this?" Natalia said calculatedly. "Perhaps when I let you return the favor..." her voice trailed off.
"Perhaps, if I ever feel so inclined... which I highly doubt," Olivia said coldly.
"We'll see."
Natalia went to the door and opened it. She stood there, waiting for Olivia to move.
Olivia did up her pants and covered her stained shirt with the vest. She slowly moved to the door. Without looking at Natalia, she passed her and moved out of the office.
"You owe the repairmen $250.00 for replacing a perfectly good ventilation filter."
"Thanks for the heads up." Natalia called after her as Olivia walked away.
"Anytime."
Olivia walked out of the sitting area doors and into the hallway and leaned heavily into the wall. She knew that every single thing about their relationship, and the lack thereof, had changed. Now all she had to figure out was how to deal with the new emotions. Or how to suppress them, for that matter.
Natalia watched until Olivia was around the corner and the door was closing. She turned into her office and reached for the door frame.
Two doors shut at the same time.
But one had also been blown wide open.
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