Secret Sir and the Stairway

His presence hung on Catherine like a shadow despite the sterile rows of workers and drones buzzing in their cubed nests honeycombed between them. If she closed her eyes, it was just the two of them. His hands were securely on her shoulders as he whispered in her ear. Deadlines, conference calls, and water cooler chatter pollinated the air but couldn't pierce their bubble. Tingles bubbled on her skin as the memory of his touch forever lingered under her clothes and the richness of his tone recounted all the salacious things they secretly do. Drawing in a breath, she leaned back into the security of his chest as his arms wrapped around her as a security blanket, despite the twenty feet ‌between them.

There was a primal sensation in the way he held her close in those private moments. A balance of claiming her and a sensual tenderness cocooned them from the world. Lust and control wrestled in the way his lips heated her neck before he surrendered to the moment and kissed that spot that would buckle her knees. No one at work had any idea how close and connected they were, let alone the earth-shattering intense physical bond that fulfilled them in ways they never dreamt of. They weren't breaking any rules or company policies, yet there was this knife's edge of excitement in the chase of not getting caught or stirring up the rumor mill while keeping the secret right under their coworkers' meddlesome noses.

Unlike the gossipers, Catherine focused on work and set about completing her task list. As if on queue, the annoying know-it-all brown-noser almost immediately hijacked the weekly 9 o'clock conference call. Lacking knowledge and the love of hearing oneself talk was a toxic combination. The know-it-all droned on and on about information that was covered two months ago and derailed the whole call. Catherine's head slumped forward as the incompetence elicited the need to scream and release an unprofessional tirade at all the hairbrained comments and hours of wasted time this coworker had caused. A deep breath and sitting up straight quelled the overwhelming frustration and allowed Catherine to focus on getting the call back on track. With the call back on track, Catherine scribbled a note to herself to remind everyone at the end of the call that the weekly project brief, sent out every Monday, includes all the progress status updates and weekly meeting notes.

His voice weaved its way through the audio smog of the office and pierced her focus as if he reached out and pinned her to the wall. Her belly tightened as the sensation of her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra sent shockwaves from her chest to her toes. Unable to hear what he's saying as the haze of clacking keyboards, the hum of the central air system, and other workers' voices polluted the rows of cubicles between them. The effect on her hearing his voice was undeniable. Words didn't need to have meaning or clarity, just the tone and subtly firm resonance sent a shiver tap dancing down her spine. The memory of being on all fours and feeling him inside her as he leaned and whispered in her ear that's my gooooood girl flashed in her mind and flushed heat on her skin. Forcing a long, wavering exhale, Catherine tried to regain her composure and focus on the call, despite the craving building within her. Squeezing her thighs together as if it were magically going to suppress the craving she was feeling. Her internal dialogue tried to distract her from the chatter on the other end of the phone. What magical hold does he have on me? How can he so easily see all of me and know what I need? What is this pull we share? Memories of the softness in his touch as the back of his fingers caressed her cheek interrupted her internal dialogue. Reliving those times the rumble in his voice that shook her to her core when he asserted his desire with her. Catherine had to shake those thoughts from her mind and survived the last mind-numbing twenty-two minutes of the call.

Thankfully, the call ended thirteen minutes early, allowing enough time to top off her coffee before the next meeting. Picking up her phone she texted him, Going for a walk down for coffee if you want to join.

For the past few months, since this whole unexpected journey started, taking the stairs down to the cafeteria had become their place to steal a few seconds together. Stolen moments to placate the constant volcanic rumbling need they had for each other. A stop-gap action to keep the powder keg dry until they could let that need explode and they could ravage each other in those rare times, their schedules aligned. Life and the long list of responsibilities were constant hurdles for them. Checking in on parents, dealing with family, time with friends, work with social and charity groups and the random curveballs life inevitably seems to throw. There were no spare minutes, no waiting for the right moment, but making time together was a Janga tower of logistics.

Catherine tried to suppress the smile that flashed on her face as the giddy excitement of receiving his reply that he would join her. Anticipation beat in her chest, as she couldn't wait to feel his lips upon her. It hadn't even been a full twenty-four hours since they last kissed, but it felt like months. Taking one last sip from her cup, only to find it was completely empty, wasn't what she had expected. She shook the cup in disbelief and confirmed she had already had one cup of coffee. Securing her laptop, she stood and pushed down her excitement. She smiled as she always did as she waded through the gauntlet of coworkers, who were currently more gossipers than actual workers. Focusing on seeing his smile helped her keep her smile as the banal pointless conversation of the insane reality tv world these people were living in. Professionalism and great effort were called upon to suppress the heavy eyes roll and head shake as she left the room.

She caught a wave out of the corner of her eye that pulled Catherine's focus away from the stairway door. "Catherine! How have you been?" She hadn't seen Stan in nearly a year, and it had been over five years since she was his manager. Stan made his way over to her, even though he was on his way to the conference room. Stan's smile made it clear he was genuinely happy to see her.

"Stan. Good to see you. How are you doing?" she said with a smile.

After exchanging some pleasantries, Catherine told Stan they should have lunch sometime and that he should email her when he's available. Both had smiles as they continued on their separate ways.

Their kiss was waiting on her lips, and didn't want to keep Sir waiting. The softness of his lips hid the hunger she always got lost in. His kisses were a sweet addiction she wanted to endlessly indulge in. This magnetism between them was undeniable and unstoppable. Both were level-headed and consummate professionals at work. When they were near each other, their energies exploded and threatened to override all decorum and control they had. Every text from him shot sparks through her body. Every glance over at him or into his eyes made her stomach flip-flop like a schoolgirl with a crush. His presence calmed her with the sense that no matter what was happening, she could lay her head on his shoulder, feel his arms envelop her and know everything will be ok. Yet there was this quiet, hidden strength the rest of the world failed to see. It was this compassionate and unbreakable will within him that made her want to surrender to him. A strong woman, capable of anything, finding herself wanting to care for him and do anything and everything to please him just to feel his praise, comfort, and protection. Taking a quick breath to maintain composure, she headed towards the stairway door.

Leaning into the weight of the door, the door creaked and groaned, its reluctance to give way as she passed through. Several steps down when the Ka-Thunk of the door shutting reverberated in the stairway. The soles of her flats made tiny clickity-clacks with every step. Smiling as she rounded the corner as he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as the smile that usually welcomed her was missing.

Reaching out to pull him close, "Hey, bab-"

"Face the wall and put both hands on it."

Her eyes widened at the unexpected assertiveness and finality of his tone. These stolen moments were usually a hello before they kissed just long enough not to get caught. Her pulse quickened and her breath immediately became shallow as the air struggled to enter her lungs. Frozen for a moment, her eyes blinked faster than her mind tried to figure out what was happening. Was she being disciplined.. here? Slowly turning and complying with his command, her mind spiraled through everything that has happened so far today and didn't think she had failed in any of her tasks or broken any rules.

The cold seeping through the dimpled texture of the concrete beneath her hands was in direct contrast to the heat steaming from her face. Her heartbeat felt like a runaway train tumbling in her chest as the faint taste of disappointment swirled in her mind. The thought of disappointing him sank like a stone in the pit of her stomach. Her quiet gentleman wasn't here. No, the pheromones of an apex's energy puckered her nipples and pulled at a longing few knew she had. The shadow of him pinning her will to the wall. The concrete menagerie became an echo chamber as his whispered words rattled through her entire body.

"That's the same dress you wore on our first date. That first kiss that changed everything. How all consuming the kiss was as the sun was setting as we left the hilltop restaurant. How we felt that kismet connection and how we both wanted to lose control and ravage each other right there in the parking lot, yet somehow let cooler heads prevail. You, wearing that again, here, today is asking me to do the impossible again. To not forget myself, to give in and fuck you right here and satisfy this undeniable need you create."

Her breath caught as the burning passion of his nearly panting breath warmed her neck. His chest heaved against her as his primal energy vibrated on her skin. She curled her lips inward but could not suppress the whimper that escaped. The conflicting sensations of need and emotion boiled within her. The fact he remembered what she wore that night had tears pooling behind her eyes that were not yet ready to come to the surface, but melted her in a way she wasn't expecting. Her legs and core clenched as her mind and body instantly made her ready. All that mattered was him claiming what belonged to him. A wanton gasp crossed her lips as she felt his fingers dig into her hips and pulled her ass against him. His body seemed to tower over hers when he claimed her like this. Bearing some of his weight brought a comforting intimacy. Space had no place between these lovers. The cool of the stairwell did nothing to suppress the fire suddenly raging inside her. Moments like this, she felt, claimed, that all of her rightfully belonged to him. She could feel his desire pressed against her. Her body screamed at her brain to rock back against him in a desperate need to feel more of him. A hollow ache filled her while he wasn't inside her.

A surrendering moan squeezed between her lips as her breasts suddenly filled his hands. There was an intention of possession in how his hands moved, squeezed, and manipulated her breasts. In the world, they were their own self-sustaining, independent people. Every moment, touch, thought all boiled down to one word: MINE. She was his; he was hers. Her desires became his purpose. His pleasure became her reward.

"Are you trying to distract me as you sit there at your desk? Do you have any idea how impossible it is to concentrate and work when you are looking like that? All I see is you> I have to force myself to remember we are in an office full of people. I have to suppress every fiber of my being to not bend you over your desk, lift that dress, and fuck you like it's the end of the world. I have to remind myself I can't do that. I want you so badly I don't care who knows or even watches. All that exists is being inside you, pleasing you, and feeling how you squeeze me with that tight pussy. MY pussy!"

Pushing against the wall, she absorbed the weight of him pressing into her more. Felling all of him against her was worth feeling the slightly chipped paint of the cinder blocks. There was no doubt how deeply he hungered for her in the way she felt every inch of him being restrained by his clothes and jam-packed against her. Flames flashed on her neck as the heat and sound of his need huffed through his nostrils like a raging bull. The ravenous growl that rumbled in her ear forced a helpless and compliant whimper. Swallowing hard, she tried to deny the wanton lust filled with a need that made her whole body vibrate.

Drunk with desire, her body was wet and aching for him, as nothing else existed outside him. The heat and pressure were too hard to endure. The need for that sweet explosive release he seemed to give so effortlessly grew as she rocked and ground her hips back against him. That delicious swelling, falling right in line with where she needed him. His guttural groan only fueled the need as her body continued to beg and cajole him to take what was his. Wiggling against his rigid desire, she could feel what he wanted, but he remained so close, but not close enough. Instead of feeling him breaking and grabbing her hips as he pushed hard into her, his guttural growl reminded her of his resolve and how their clothes were in the way of what she needed. The air was thick with the humidity of unapologetic desire, as she didn't suppress the surrendering whimper that ricocheted off the stairwell walls.

"Your body is begging me for it, but you can't even tell me what you want, can you?"

The resonance of his tone stripped her naked better than any pair of hands ever could.

Nearly breathless, she could barely stammer out what she was craving. "I, I, I-"

"Say it!" He commanded.

His fist full of hair pulled her head back even more, arching her back. Somehow, this pushed the bulge in his pants further against her and gave her the freedom to submit.

"I, I want," her voice trembled. "I want your cock."

Gently pressing his face against the side of her head so his lips were all but touching her ear, he whispered.

"Aren't you a greedy little slut."

A smile flashed across her face as she remembered their first time together. Feeling so safe and cared for as she laid on his chest in that post climax bliss. She had felt a peace and security that somehow unlocked a side of her she rarely felt safe sharing. She wanted to know all his desires and take care of him. His sexual gratification made her want to be naughty for and with him. She wanted to be a slut, his slut. The silent strength hidden behind his introverted exterior drew her to him. The desire to explore so many fantasies and kinks with him grew with every passing moment. He effortlessly created the space for her to be free and share. To be seen and unconditionally appreciated fueled a need to please him. The sharing and exchange of desire, trust, and respect all just seemed to happen naturally. How being his slut wasn't a negative thing, but actually made her feel like she belonged to him and he to her. That she trusted him to never hurt her or put her in a dangerous situation and he could do anything with her. She needed him to do anything he wanted with her. That she felt a connection to him and ached for them to just be unabashed in their desires. She still remembers the tingle she got in the way he kissed her after she shared all of that with him. Then how she gasped when he rolled her over onto her stomach and pushed himself inside her in one big stoke.

"So, you are saying this is what a sla-" A slight pause hung in the air as he seemed to have some self reflection while still buried deep inside her. Her head was yanked back as he leaned forward. "Is this what my naughty little slut needs?"

She let out a whimpering, "Mm-hmm."

The sound of his hand hard across her ass arrived a split second before the sting rippled thru her. He gave a quick hard thrust into her and stayed deep in her as his voice rumbled. "Say it! Say this is what myyyy slut wants."

Her walls clenched as she felt as if she was suddenly on the edge of another orgasm and a new level of intimacy was unlocked.

The sound of his grunt at how her body fit his sent an inferno of heat steaming from her body. The heat of the moment made her conjure words so raw and unscripted. "Yes, fuck me, fuck your little slut. Make me yours. Pleaseeeeee."

How unrestricted they were in their carnal desire and how quickly they both came at the liberation of it all, had marked how they both embraced the power and connection they defined for themselves in the word slut.

The flashback of that first time she became his slut only fueled what she was feeling. She needed him, needed him now. Grinding back against him, she was desperate to feed this hunger their bond created. The bass notes in his groan was her reward. Letting out a surprised gasp, she found herself being spun around and pushed back up against the wall. She was no longer breathing, simply gasping and gulping what air she could. Sandwiched between the wall and him like a vise had her head woozy with adrenaline and endorphins. His eyes consumed her as he fought to cage the beast she wanted to unleash. Curling her bottom lip inwards and biting it, she closed her eyes, attempting to stifle the lust soaked whimper as her body felt like she was just going to collapse to the floor. Lost in his world as his body pressed her against the cool concrete wall. She was modeling clay, and he was the sculptor. Pinned, trapped, freed her from decisions, free from endless, pointless calls, free to be lost in the world. Lost in his lips upon her. Lost in the bliss of his chest, compressing her breasts against him as only lovers can.

His lips flew from her neck and into a white hot, fervent kiss. Their tongues danced, the drunken dance of limitless want. Passion and need scorched her skin as the need for reckless abandon raged on. Choking down a whimper, she felt his body react. Balling the back of his shirt in her steadfast grip, she held on to stop from falling into the abyss. Their kiss and the tingling of a primal sexual hunger left little room for oxygen as her chest pulsated in staggering shallow breaths.

Her eyes flew open wide as he released her lips from his. Her mind primed, her body wet and craven for him. The fog of intimacy slowly settled heavily upon her. Feeling his body pressed against hers was the only reality in this moment. All she knew was they weren't naked and her body was silently screaming for him. Lifting her chin, he smiled as she felt a calmness wash over her, like opening the seaside cabin curtains to see the streaks of color filling the sky as the sun rises over the distant horizon and the cool salt air dancing through the room.

"Just breathe baby, look at me and just breathe."

Her shoulders relaxed as she got lost between the calm he instilled and the story blazing in his eyes. Her chest rose and fell as her desire ached for more, but her body was breathless. The world melted as his hand cradled her cheek. Leaning into the peace of his touch, she closed her eyes and let the world disappear. Nuzzling into his hand like an affectionate kitten, his calm and comfort slowly dissipated the havoc of being denied that hunger he created every time they were close to each other. The softness of his lips on hers snapped her back to the stairway they were in. The kiss was soft, yet always full of smoldering embers. A kiss that ended hours before she wanted it to. Tenderness sparkled in the color of his eyes as she opened her eyes and saw his eyes welcoming hers.

Taking her hand and placing it on his chest, his hand rested over her heart.

"I see you, baby. Just be yourself with me. When you need support, I will be your strength. When you are strong, I will be your cheerleader. I see you, and you're amazing." Closing her eyes, she curled into his hand like an affectionate kitten. His attention and affection caressed every inch of her skin like a warm winter fire. Feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest, she mirrored his breathing as her body slowly came down from the frenzy she had been spun in. His eyes welcomed her back into the world. The softness of his attentive gaze gave her a sense of security she hadn't felt before him.

"Now, we need to take care of the matter of you wearing this dress and purposely driving me wild at work."

Goosebumps rippled across her body. The thought of feeling the sting of his hand on her ass and feeling that heat all day brought a jolt of electricity to her hard nipples. Furrowing her brows as she tried to figure out what he was doing. His eyes never left hers as he knelt down and slid his hands up her thighs. Feeling his fingers curl around her panties was worrisome and exhilarating.

"Naughty little slut like you doesn't need these," he said with a wink.

Her heart rate spiked as she felt the waistband of her wet panties dragging down over the curve of her hips, the outline of her thighs, to her ankles before they were on the floor. A soft whimper hitched in her breath as the deliciously sinful sensation of cool air hit the wetness between her thighs. She would never admit to the sudden rush she got being this naughty. There was a liberating feeling in how she never had to tell him how liberated it made her feel when she was being this authentic and naughty. He just knew. Revealing in what she saw as she put a hand on his shoulder and she slowly stepped out of her panties. His focus on her was resolute. A whimsical rush of excitement washed from head to her toes as he looked up at her and met her gaze. His tender smile was soft and genuine before a smirk crinkled the side of his mouth. The soft tender moment was now ignited into flames. That smirk of his, oh, that smirk, infuriated and turned her on. He damn well knew the effect it had on her. Every cell in her body came rushing back to life with heat and electricity. She wanted to push him down onto the floor, mount him and fuck that smirk off his face. Or maybe she should let her bratty side push him, tease him, dare him to the point she was in control of when he couldn't resist the need they both felt. She wanted to summon that primal animal inside him and make him take what was his.

Their breathing was in sync as they both knew what was brewing and that eventually this tea kettle of wanton lust was going to boil and scream its need for release. Standing, he stuffed her panties into his pocket as his smirk became a full-blown, devilish smile.

"That's my good girl. Now I want you to wait here for ten seconds and get that cute, bratty attitude under control and I will see you downstairs."

His lips were on hers in an instant before she could respond. His lips were soft, but his lips pulled at. Her breasts compressed and molded to his chest as he pulled her flush against him. A weak moan filled their kiss as his hand‌ snuck under her dress and squeezed her bare ass. Feeling his cock twitch at the sound of her moan and the feel of her body made it hard for her to breathe. His arms held her to him as her knees nearly buckled. She wasn't sure how many hours or days had passed in those moments before the kiss slowed and softened and his lips slowly pulled away.

A deep breath allowed Catherine to recover from the kiss as she remained in his arms until her legs eventually remembered how to stand on their own. Her vision came into focus. Humble vulnerability and adoration shown in his eyes. They stood there together for a few moments, silence saying everything that needed to be said. Placing his hand upon her heart and then cradling her face, he asked, "Good?". He knew the answer, but somehow knew just hearing his concern for her was‌ the reassurance and comfort she needed. A groggy smile preceded the small nod of her head, letting him know she was ok.

"Deep breaths and ten seconds. I'll be right downstairs," he said with a smile. Kissing her forehead, he smiled and walked the final one and a half floors to the cafeteria. Catherine took in a prolonged, deep breath and slowly let it out and counted to ten. The cool air hitting the heat of her desire was a delicious freedom and reminder of what will soon be, even if it's not soon enough. She knew she would remember this rendezvous several dozen times today and her body would relive every sensation. Hardened nipples in desperate need of attention. Air lapping against the wet need he creates. The binding restriction of her lungs strained for air. Her pulse pounding like a subwoofer. The quiver in her thighs as her belly tightened. It all added up to a sweet torture. The only cure was to feel how perfectly he fit inside her. Today was going to be a long day for all the right reasons.