Fuensalida

Chapter 23

He hated Mondays. He believed everyone in the world hated Mondays. Everything that could go wrong did, every person who had an excellent weekend were then forced back into work. He was not sure if he could say he actually had an excellent weekend, instead he spent it working on paper work as his “daughter” studied and his “wife” tried out new cooking inventions, most of which failed but that everyone ate despite.

Chris looked around at his office. The job had literally fallen into his lap. Days after they had moved in to the good town of Terra the person who had been running these offices for years had died, heart attack. The man had been doing nothing exciting, he was at home having dinner by himself, he was divorced and from what he heard his kids hated him.

Chris went for the job with a vengeance. He came up with credentials that did not exist and sold it so smoothly that no one bothered to check any of his references. They had passed up men who had been in this office for twenty years to give the job to Chris, who breezed through the work easily. For a moment he smirked, thinking of Celeste and her need for an education, and the suggestion from Cassie that they could lie about her credentials. Then it worried him further that she might actually turn into him.

Someone knocked at his office door and when Chris grunted the entrance a younger man stepped through, probably about twenty-seven, someone Chris did not really know the name of. He only remembered that the man was hired because he was related to the late great boss, but not offspring.

The man looked to Chris and said, “Mr. Carlton, there is a girl on her way in here that claims she’s your daughter.” No one believed it. No one believed that this girl in her uniform could have been Chris’s daughter. If she was she was asking for trouble.

“Oh?” Chris said, not sure how much of that he believed himself. “Send her in.”

The younger man stepped out and the infectious laughter traveled down the hallway. Chris shifted, changing the angle of his chair, and looked out into the hallway. There she stood, his daughter all right, but looking like someone who was more sure of the body she often tried to hide behind the baggy uniform. She did not have her coat, he could only assume she left it down on a coat hanger at the front desk, but was carrying her messenger bag full of books, the strap conveniently located between her breasts. It pushed her breasts and spread, the blouse sans jacket open further down than he had ever seen it before. The black bra beneath it was not only visible through the blouse, but because of the open buttons. He had not even made it to the skirt yet, a skirt that seemed to have left most of itself behind. When had the girl learned to hem and why was the skirt that short?

To top it all off she had done her hair in pigtails, the thick strands cascading around her face and shoulders, managing to accentuate those glowing blue eyes and the curves of her breasts. In her mouth she had a peppermint sucker.

Chris shifted, already reacting and hating that he did, and frowned hard. Celeste took the sucker out of her mouth and waved it around a bit, saying something to the other man who was looking straight down her cleavage.

Chris felt his teeth rubbing achingly together in anger.

Celeste waved to the men who were being too obvious for their lust of the young girl, then she bounced, yes bounced, over to his office and gave him a smile that was brilliant and lit up her entire face. “Hi Daddy,” she said in a voice that did not belong to her, something cute and frilly, not the sultry voice of the serious girl.

“Hi…” he said, not really knowing what to make of her. He swiveled in his chair and slid back to his desk. “Close the door,” he said, looking serious and almost irritated.

Celeste wanted to grin but managed to hold it back, letting out a sigh instead, closing the door and pressing the lock. She tried to look sad and sullen, something that she was failing miserably at.

“What brings you out this way?” he asked, not wanting to look at her if he did not have to.

Celeste blinked, then shrugged to cover it up. She had not actually gone through the attempt at thinking of an excuse. “I came to see you.” She leaned back against the door, placing her bag on the floor.

Chris looked doubtful. “To what do I owe the visit?”

She shrugged again, a sure sign she was lost for words, a sign he pretended to ignore. “Nothing, I just stopped at the store and decided to see how things looked here.”

“Damn…”

Celeste looked up at him. “What?”

“If it had been something I’d done,” Chris grinned widely, “I’d have known to do it more often.”

Celeste sucked succinctly on her sucker. “I thought you would at least be happier to see me.”

“I’m very happy to see you… less happy to see everyone else see you,” he pointed out, trying to make it seem casual.

“What are you talking about?” Her attempt at innocence was laughable.

Chris clearly did not buy that one. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Celeste looked down at herself pushed into a school uniform that should be illegal, and might have been. “I thought it looked good.”

Chris felt bitterness coming on. “That’s precisely the problem and you know it.”

Celeste could not hide the grin on her face. “How is it really a “problem”?”

Turning his lips into a further frown he asked, “You don’t think having all of my employees lusting over the boss’s daughter is a problem?”

“Nope,” she said, giving the p a little pop of her lips around the sucker.

“Liar,” he snarled.

She looked absolutely satisfied with herself. “Like they would do anything.” After a moment’s hesitation and a sinister smile she added, “I’m the boss’s daughter.”

“They’ll think about it,” he pointed out, “and you were certainly encouraging them.”

Celeste let out another shrug, a motion that was bothering him. “What does that matter?” she asked. “Thinking about it doesn’t do any harm.”

“You could absolutely get someone to do more than think about it,” he said, his patience worn thin. If anyone should know of those things it should be her.

“Like?” she asked, that false innocent bravado still in her voice.

“Like this.” He moved entirely too fast for her, surprising her simply by the movement. When she realized he was moving he was gripping her blouse and bra and yanking it downward, revealing her breasts.

“Hey!” she cried out, reaching up to smack his hands.

“Oh?” he asked innocently, his voice doing a better job of it than hers. “Is that a problem?” He moved his hands and flipped her skirt up, catching a quick glimpse of the pink panties underneath, unfortunately for her she had not thought through the whole package, or perhaps she did not own a pair of black panties.

Celeste pushed at him, harder than she meant to, but not enough to throw him back, he was expecting it. “Yeah, well, they aren’t all like you,” she snapped, trying to side-step him.

“Only takes one,” he told her. His hand reached out and wrapped around her wrist and pulled her to him tightly. She whimpered, but her body slid against his. “But if you want to visit…” He leaned down and nipped her breast lightly.

“Nope, I’m ready to go now.” She could not even say the line with as much calm as the statement would illicit. Her voice was shaking, as was she when she tried to squirm from his grip.

Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter, rubbing his hips against her. “Too late.” He leaned down and took her breast into his mouth and sucked, closing his mouth slowly, moving to just the nipple and wiggling his tongue against it.

“It is not,” Celeste protested. “You’re at work.” Her whimper ignored her very protests, her nipple growing hard along his tongue. He continued to suck at her breasts, loving the sound of her whimpering in pleasure.

“I’m always willing to make time for you.” Licking a trail to her other breast he let his teeth nip her gently again.

“What if someone needs you?” she asked, her legs shaking.

“I’m busy.” He continued to lick her nipple rapidly.

She reached up to take the sucker out of her mouth and smacked it against his forehead. “You can’t do this at work.”

“Why not?” His hand moved up to grip the sucker and toss it into the trash. His mouth went back to licking and caressing her breasts, his hands slowly moving up to fondle them as well.

“Because,” the word came out as a whimper, “what if you get caught fooling around with your step-daughter?”

He pulled his mouth away from her breasts, his hands caressing them, rubbing them a little roughly, which he knew by the flush in her cheeks how much she was enjoying. “No one’s going to interrupt while I’m yelling at you for coming out here dressed like that.” He moved his hands down her body, to her hips. Flipping her around to face the desk by a simple jerk of his hands he started forcing her down over the desk, her ass out.

The gasp echoed off of the walls, her head turning back to look at him. “I’m too loud for this and you know it.”

“Think quickly,” he smiled. Rolling her skirt up to the waist he took another long look at those pink panties she was staining with her need.

Whimpering, trembling hard, her eyes remained focused on him. “I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

“Learn,” he demanded. Putting his hands on her ass, sliding them into her panties, he squeezes a bit before slowly starting to slide down her body. He shifted her panties, bringing them away from her ass, his tongue moving along the edges of her panties.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, something he found surprising escaping her lips, but not something that stopped him from licking at her. Hearing the scratch of her nails against the hard wood of the desk he only pushed his tongue harder against the thin fabric. “You’re asking too much of me.”

He slowly began to drag down her panties, revealing more and more of her body. His tongue pressed to her freed pussy, licking along the wet lips that were obviously aching with need. She turned her head and bit into her hand, trying to keep back the squeals of pleasure that had him growing even harder.

Wanting to save her hand from her own destruction he reached to his jacket and started to slide it off of his shoulders. He moved it up and forced it into her hand. “How about that?” He did not hesitate to return to her, to lick harder at her, slipping it between the wet folds and wiggling it.

Celeste gripped the jacket and brought it up to her face. Moans were muffled, her quivering could not be. He loved the feel of her shaking body, to for once have only done minimal fighting to have her this ready for him.

Celeste shifted, stepping slowly out of her panties. Chris’s eyes widened, but he did not hesitate, he needed to keep her moaning, keep her ready. Dripping wet down his tongue as she was it would not be a problem. His hands fell on the back of her thighs and held her in place, his tongue moving hard.

“Yes,” he moaned, licking her again. “I do love how ready you get.”

Chris moved his head, licking up, along her ass, sliding his body slowly up hers. He stepped back, watching her mostly naked figure bent over the desk. “Don’t move,” he demanded in a calm voice.

She whimpered, but listened to him. He pushed his pants and boxers down in a slick movement, freeing his thick, ready cock. It throbbed in anticipation of what was to come, just as he was sure she was doing the same.

“Yes.” He guided the head of his shaft towards her wet pussy, sliding it through the lips. “You really should visit more often.”

Celeste turned her head, her eyes falling on him, ready and sad. “Don’t be rough,” she said quietly.

“No?” He rubbed her harder. “But that sounds like so much fun for office sex.” In the end he knew he would do as she asked, if just to continue having her compliant to his whims. He pushed the head into her, moving slowly, stretching her over his length. His hands left marks on her hips from his grip, he was afraid without gripping her tightly he would pound into her. He knew why she did not want it rough, she was trying to keep herself quiet, but he still struggled fighting the urge to have her squealing in pleasure.

He pushed deeply until he was buried inside of her, not moving, just holding her in place as she shook. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. Pushing a little deeper his feet slid across the floor, watching her lift, feet pulled up from the floor. “Why didn’t you do this sooner?”

Her moans were muffled by the fabric of his coat. The muffling sound did little to muffle the need he knew she felt. His hips pumped into her, taking her gently, holding her in place. Her body lifted, with her toes dangling she still tried to lift herself against his pumping cock.

“Don’t worry,” his pumping hips moved in succession with his words, “I’ll take good care of you.”

He moaned, moving harder, faster inside of her. They moved together, as best as they could from the angle, her moans muffled, his pumps harder with the more he knew she could take.

He moved harder, faster, picking up the pace inside of her. She squirmed and kicked, not trying to hurt him, only trying to fight the overwhelming feeling growing in her body.

“This is what I miss while I’m at work,” he growled at her.

“I’m at school anyway.” The strike of her Mary Jane against the desk was just another muffled sound in the room, neither of them hearing anything but the panting of each other’s breathing.

“Not the entire time,” he grunted.

“Classes… after school.” Her body shuddered, shaking and bowing slightly. “Please don’t make me do this here.”

“I’m not making you do anything,” he insisted, while thrusting his hips upwards, rubbing along her wet walls knowing exactly what it did do.

“You… you…” she stuttered, “know what I mean.”

“What do you mean?” His hand reached down, squeezing her ass, his moans meeting hers as he pounded into her tight body.

“You know!” she cried out, shuddering hard, her head thrown back. “Please don’t.”

His grunts met her moans, the two of them filling the room with their sounds. “Going to cum in my office?” Burying her head back into his coat she cried out into it, moving to shake her head, but instead nodded, her body growing tighter. “Good, cum all over my big cock.”

It only took the demand, her body writhing under his, screaming out into his coat, muffled by the desk and the nearly sound-proof room. No one would have heard them unless they had left the door open and Celeste herself had seen to closing and locking it. She did not know how sound proof the room was, her lips moaning and biting into his coat.

“Fuck yes, keep taking my cock.”

For a few more moments she let her body rise and fall with him, feeling him swell inside of her stretching her out further. It was then her usual panic began to set in, a fight he was determined to win this time. She struggled, jerking, his cock swelling inside of her, his pumps moving in an eradicated motion.

“Chris… stop!” she cried out, pulling her head up and letting her leg kick out at him, making contact, but not enough to make a difference on his pumping hips.

Chris moaned, not stopping his motions, gripping her, pulling her up towards him. She bent back and he bent down, burying his mouth against her shoulder with his last thrust and cried out into her shoulder as he erupted inside of her. Her hand moved fast, reaching back and smacking his head; he barely noticed. He was enjoying the feeling of his cock draining deep into her.

He pushed hard against her, trying to wrap his arm around her, to pull her closer. Pain ricocheted up his shin, his eyes widening, his hand releasing her. Her foot had struck him, hard, and she was ready to do it again. He stepped back out of the way. “Ow.”

“Asshole!” she nearly screamed on a hissed breath. She knew that she could not yell loudly, but she had enough vehemence in her voice to make the sound reverberate.

“What?” he asked, taken aback.

“How could you?” Her question was sharp, her body moving quickly. Her eyes refused to look towards him as she moved to the floor, gripping her panties to shift them back in place.

“How could you not say anything?” he retorted almost as angrily.

Celeste winced, covering with her hair, letting it fall in a curtain in front of her face. “She wasn’t supposed to tell you.” She pulled her panties into place and began fixing her skirt.

“She threw them at me, actually,” he admitted.

Celeste sighed, leaning against the desk. “She lied to me.”

Chris shrugged. “Not really,” he told her. “She told you she wouldn’t tell me, she didn’t. She showed them to me and that was before whatever conversation the two of you had.”

Chris watched her, reaching down to fix his own clothes. Celeste straightened her uniform, angrily, and moved to the door.

“Leaving?” he asked, watching her back.

“Yes,” she claimed, her hand reaching for the door. She was distracted by the sound of his footsteps moving towards her. She turned towards him and he pushed her back against the door, pinning her there. Their eyes met for a brief moment before his lips fell on hers, devouring her quickly. He ignored her gasp of surprise, knowing she would melt into the kiss. She did, though her body language did its best to say otherwise. Her arms held straight down at her sides, her lips moving with his softly, then harder.

He felt her grimace. He pulled back, that not being a usual reaction when he kissed her.

“Is… there a bathroom I can use?” she asked, her cheeks red at having to ask the question.

Chris licked her lips before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a key. “Use my private one right out this door.”

Celeste reached up and took the key gently from his fingers. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He watched her walk out of the room and to the bathroom. He could not help smiling to himself, knowing exactly what had to have been happening to her at that moment. It was completely worth the bruise forming on his shin right now, to feel her as he spilled into her. He never could explain how great that feeling was, or why it was so great, all he knew was now that he had done it he wanted it again.

Celeste walked back into the room holding her stomach, looking as if she still might need to be ill. “That’s disgusting and never happening again.” Chris leaned down and brushed his lips gently across hers. “Never,” she continued to insist. “I’m going to stop taking it.”

Chris’s grin grew. “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am,” she continued to press.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Yes it is,” she said, almost a bit hysterically. “I still feel gross. It doesn’t even feel good when it happens.”

“No?” he asked her. Her response was a quick shake of her head. “I was enjoying.”

“Yeah, I know,” Celeste said, turning to face away from him and the door.

Chris reached out and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him, her back against his chest. She settled easily against him and for a moment it occurred to him that when she came to him today she had to have known he would do this to her. There was hardly a time he could keep his hands off of her.

Leaning down he gently pressed his lips to Celeste’s ear in a soft kiss that had her shivering. He licked at her ear, unable to stop himself from the desire to touch her. His hands began to move up her body, traveling to her breasts.

She stopped him, gripping his hands, not tightly, but just enough to stop their trail. She moved slowly away from him and he very reluctantly let her. She started to reach for her bag, to truly leave him this time.

“Sure you’re leaving?” he asked her, his hand still out for a moment, aching to pull her back.

“Why wouldn’t I leave?"

His shrug spoke wonders. “I’m about finished. You could wait.” He watched the debate going on in her head, even while staring at the back of her head. It was cold outside, she would freeze to walk home now. His car was warm and would offer comfort in the drive, after an awkward experience at his work place she looked she needed the rest.

She moved to sit down primly in the chair across from his desk.

“Good choice,” he smiled, moving back to his desk to finish up the little bit of work he had left for that evening.

“Better than walking in this cold in this outfit,” she admitted quietly.

“Absolutely.” He could only imagine her walking in that outfit here and how cold she must have been, then imagining the tight nipples poking through the blouse when she had first arrived. It made him angrier to think his coworkers, men or women, had seen her like that.

Celeste, too perceptive for her own good, watched him while his fingers danced along the keyboard. She had always pictured him as the young brilliant lawyer with a way with words in the courtroom, but seeing him at the computer, in charge of a company, that seemed to be where he fit. Of course he was on the opposite side of the law now, there was no way he could have continued to be the man he had been. Even then, if she listened to her parents, and her gut, he had been corrupt. On the same hand her parents had been corrupt, and she could only assume that had stretched out to her uncle, who had also worked for the company, and to the two other men who had danced in the background. Men owned by those who continued to do illegal deeds and rake in money that they should not have been conceivably making, even as big shot lawyers.

Her eyes roved over him, the tight set of his jaw. She did not know why she liked to press his buttons, she was strong for someone her age, but she could not take him. In mind and body he was the more powerful one, and still he allowed her those moments of winning, of having what she wanted.

And the thought of why made her smile. “You hate that they want me, don’t you?”

Without missing a beat he responded, “Why would I hate that?”

Celeste’s smile grew. “You tell me.”

Chris furrowed his brow at the computer. “Because I can’t take you whenever I want?”

“What does that have to do with them wanting me?”

Chris closed his eyes tightly. “I’m trying not to think about that.”

“Why is that?” She did her best to look innocent, running a finger into her hair and twirling it. She looked anything but innocent sitting there like that.

“Because I hate it,” he admitted, only turning his head slightly, enough to look at her through the corner of his eye.

“Why?” she asked on a laugh. “You know I’m going to get a boyfriend sooner or later.”

“Here’s hoping for later,” fingers danced across the keyboard. As an after thought he added, “And he better not work for me.”

Wrong answer, it appeared. Instead of continuing with her jovial good humor she lost her good spirits and leaned back in the chair, looking away. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if that was the wrong answer. What had she really expected from him as an answer?

She reached over and gripped her bag, starting to slide it up and into her lap. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”

“Just a minute…” he told her, not wanting her to leave without him. He stroked a few more keys to the sound of her sigh, then powered down the computer. “Ready.” He stood up behind his desk and began to walk around, gripping his coat off of the hanger as he did.

Celeste stood and moved away from the chairs, her bag in her hand. Chris draped his jacket around her body and pulled it tightly against her. “I have a jacket,” she explained to him. “I left it downstairs at the desk.”

Chris pulled the jacket tighter around her. “Then you can switch downstairs.”

Celeste smirked and held up her bag for him to carry. He took it without needing to be asked and the two of them walked out into the hallway. Everyone watched them, but even Celeste knew they thought it was because she had been screamed at for her choice in attire. It made her a little more confident walking down the halls and to the elevator. She pushed the jacket open a bit around her hot body and Chris grinded his teeth in anger before tugging her away from the lustful eyes of his subordinates.