This
story was initially inspired by the Masturbation Monday prompt from a couple weeks ago. My muse wasn't cooperating then, though, so I shelved it. I finally
finished it, incorporating this week's Masturbation Monday and Wicked Wednesday
prompts.
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The Bet
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019.
All rights reserved.
Note
to self: don't get involved in juvenile competitions with a wily coworker.
Even
I had to admit that breaking into his hotel room was a step too far, but my
curiosity got the better of me…once again.
We'd
been sent to a secluded resort to pitch our ideas to the owner. Whichever ad
campaign he liked best meant a lucrative account for the winner—and a
promotion.
Then
there was the side bet. Like an idiot, I agreed to it. But my colleague was
just so confident he was going to win, I had to wipe that self-assured look off
of his face. I could also be a little competitive. Okay, a lot competitive.
If
he won the ridiculous bet, I had to be his slave for a week—at his beck and
call 24/7. If I won…well, I wasn't sure what I wanted yet. The fact that I was
insanely attracted to the infuriating man complicated matters.
Although
I wasn't clear on what my prize would be, I was determined to win. Hence the
reason I was currently hiding in his closet.
Our
presentations weren't until tomorrow, so we had the day to relax and enjoy the
resort. I'd been lounging by the pool, soaking up the sun, when he appeared.
Looking unreasonable hot in his swim trunks, he claimed a spot right across
from me—undoubtedly so I couldn't miss him.
It
wasn't long before several ladies were vying for his attention. He seemed
particularly interested in a leggy blonde. While I sat there stewing, trying to
convince myself that the whole scene shouldn't annoy me so much, he kept flashing
me a smile filled with arrogance.
My
mind started churning, wondering why he was so confident. Why was he so sure he
was going to win? Did he know something I didn't? Did he have an ace up his
sleeve?
I
couldn't take it anymore and left the pool, a crazy scheme forming in my head. I
figured the blonde would keep him occupied for a while, so I acquired a keycard
to his room at the front desk by means of subterfuge.
Once
I was in his room, I looked around for his laptop, which I assumed contained his
presentation. I wasn't planning to steal it or sabotage him. I just wanted to
know what I was up against. Maybe there was time to fine-tune my own
presentation if I thought it was necessary.
Try
as I might, I couldn't find his laptop anywhere. Since he didn't look like he
had it with him at the pool, the only other place it could be was in the hotel
room safe—the code to which I didn't have. I was about to make some lucky
guesses when I heard the outer room door lock engage.
Short
on options, I ducked into the walk-in closet. Him catching me snooping in his
room was a complication that might get me fired. Through the slats in the door,
I saw his bare legs backlit in the open doorway.
I
didn't know which idea horrified me more. That he might discover me. Or that he
brought the blonde back to his room for some afternoon delight and I'd be
forced to watch.
He
stopped right in front of the closet for a heart-pounding moment, then went
over to the bed. Thankfully, he appeared to be alone. I watched as he sat down
on the end of the bed facing me and leaned back on his elbows.
As
if he could see me, a slow smile spread across his face. "I know you're in
there."
He
was bluffing.
"I
smelled that heavenly perfume you always wear as I walked by."
It
wasn't perfume. It was my bodywash, and I hadn't realized it was that
noticeable.
"Were
you planning to take a peek at my proposal?" He clucked his tongue.
"Did you think I'd leave it out in the open?"
Closing
my eyes, I suppressed a sigh.
"You
might as well come out of there and face the music."
Did
I mention that I'm also stubborn—even in the face of defeat? Naturally, I
stayed right where I was.
"Okay,
but it'll just make your punishment worse later on."
Why
the sound of that sent a surge of adrenaline racing through my veins I wasn't
exactly sure. It definitely wasn't from fear. Excitement was closer to the
truth. It shouldn't have surprised me that I found the idea of him punishing me
thrilling. I'd fantasized about it before—many times—but I'd never actually
explored those urges.
Suddenly,
my curiosity sped off on a different tangent. How would he punish me? My mind
filled with possibilities, each more erotic than the last.
"I'm
really going to enjoy spanking that sweet ass of yours."
Fuck,
there it was. The secret desire I never dared to reveal to anyone. I could
picture it so easily. He'd have me sprawled over his lap, his hard thighs
pressing against my stomach. Ever so slowly, he'd push my skirt up to my waist.
My thong would leave my backside exposed to his hungry gaze. There'd be a long
tense moment of anticipation, then the first sweet sting of his hand coming
down on my vulnerable flesh.
I
bit my lip to stop myself from audibly revealing how much I enjoyed the thought
of him spanking me. However, I couldn't control the way my body responded to my
vivid imagination. I felt a flood of juices slipping between my cunt lips and
soaking into my bathing suit.
"When
I get that promotion—and the corner office with all the windows—do you know
what I'm going to do?"
No,
but I was sure he was about to tell me.
"I'll
have you take off all your clothes. Slowly."
He
slid one hand down his chest and cupped the blatant erection outlined by his
snug swim trunks. My heart rate picked up for a much different reason.
"Mmmm,
I can't wait to see those big tits you keep hidden behind those conservative
tops."
His
eyes closed, he slipped his hand inside his shorts, stroking his hard length before
fondling his balls.
My
thighs clenched tightly together, I made an involuntary sound—I couldn't help
it. I swore I saw his pre-come making a wet spot on the fabric.
His
eyes snapped open and a self-satisfied smirk spread across his face. He removed
his hand from his trunks long enough to push them down and toss them onto the
floor. And there he was—in his fully aroused glory.
"I'll
have you lie across my desk, right in front of the windows, your legs dangling
over the edge and spread wide apart."
He
wrapped his hand around his cock and made one leisurely stroke from base to tip.
The sight was so fucking hot, my inner muscles tightened with need.
"Then
I'll have you play with your sweet little cunt, while I sit between your legs
and watch."
The
scene he painted called to all my naughtiest instincts. I was so aroused I did
the unthinkable. Right there, while hiding in his closet, I slid my fingers
beneath the drenched crotch of my swimsuit and delved between my slick slit. I
didn't try to stop the moan that escaped when my fingers found my swollen clit.
"You'll
get your horny snatch off for me, won't you, dirty girl?"
Blood
roaring through my veins, I circled my clit in time with his quickening
strokes. Watching him jerk off was a wicked fantasy come to life. The dirty
talk made the illicit encounter insanely hot. My pleasure built hard and fast.
"Show
me what a filthy little fuck slut you can be. Just for me."
The
nasty name-calling pushed me over the edge. As a powerful orgasm ripped through
me, I heard him grunt several times and saw him shoot a thick load of come all
over his belly. My body trembling from the aftershocks, I sagged against the door.
Even as I struggled to get enough air in my lungs, I had to fight the urge to finally
reveal myself and lap up every drop of his come.
Several
quiet moments passed before he showed signs of life. A lazy smile on his lips, he
got up and walked towards the closet.
"I'm
going to take a shower and give you a chance to escape from the closet."
When
he reached the closet door, he whispered through the slats, "Ollie ollie
in come free."
Then
he was gone, leaving me with a stupid grin on my face.
I
was more determined to win the bet than ever. But now, I knew exactly what I wanted…to
let him make all my wildest dreams come true.
