Under my boss' table

“About BDSM or what? Elvira, don't disappoint me!”

“What's wrong with this literature?” I asked, perplexed. Then sighed.

“You see, when I read it, I realized that BDSM is described there too narrowly, superficially and softly. In reality, it is much more versatile and resistant. And I'm not a pervert or sadist, I don't have a Red Room. I have my own quirks that you… will find hard to accept. And possibly, you will even regret having accepted this adventure. But everything has its moment.”

I nodded thoughtfully. Then he giggled…

“I can't believe you've read books about BDSM!”

“What is the problem?” I asked. “I am very interested in this topic.”

The conversation was no longer uncomfortable for me, and I listened with interest to the nuances of sex that I did not know before. About fears, complexes, rigidity, mistrust in relationships, about the differences between men and women with sex.

It turned out that we women had many psychological barriers that prevented many from achieving the long-awaited orgasm.

Edward was undoubtedly a smart talker. In the end, our conversation turned into his monologue, and I just listened to him, enjoying the moment.

Imperceptibly to myself, I began to fall asleep under his velvety voice…

In the morning, I abruptly opened my eyes, trying to understand if I was dreaming about everything that happened at night. No, I did not dream, to my joy, I was still in the room. I turned my head to the side and saw that the next bed was empty. Also, judging by the absence of pleats in the bedding, Edward didn't sleep with me. I frowned.

Apparently, he decided not to wake me up and just left me in the room, heading towards his house. His wife. Thinking about this, I was immediately struck by a twinge of jealousy. It started to flow through my veins and significantly ruined my mood…

It would seem that I should have experienced at least a drop of guilt. After all, Edward cheated on his own wife with me (even though she was already ahead of him), and it still bothered me that he was going back to her. But the outrage in me was boiling over: “This is wrong! He must be mine! The wife does not deserve someone like him!”

I got an SMS on the phone. I opened it immediately. This was Edward's morning message.

“Good morning. Breakfast at the hotel is paid. Come back to work in the afternoon. I know you're not sick ;)”

The winking emoticon at the end of the message made me smile at least a little. After breakfast, I went home to change for work.

I wondered if something would change in our working relationship with Edward. Would he behave differently with me? Would colleagues notice anything? How soon would the next sex happen?

Unanswered questions filled my head completely.

I finally made it to the office. Many colleagues were happy to see me. Many, but not my own boss…

He, noticing me, simply approached with an indifferent look, nodded briefly and said:

“Welcome back, Elvira. Get to work, you have many pending tasks.”

Angry, I sat down at my workplace. Every now and then I would shoot him interested looks, but Edward ignored me, as if I wasn't there at all.

“What happened?” I wondered. “What could have changed in such a short time? Is he really not interested in me? We… won't we be together anymore?”

I felt hurt. As soon as I finally found happiness and was given hope of a full relationship with the man of my dreams, everything was taken from me. I deserved it.

As I thought about this sadly, it turned out that Edward was calling me.

“Elvira! Elvira, can you hear me?”

I finally woke up and was very embarrassed. How long did he call me?

“Finally.” Edward muttered, and I had to strain my ear to hear him. “Come to my office.”

I obeyed.

He asked me to close the door.

I obeyed.

The moment the door cut us off from the rest of the world, he quickly approached me and buried his lips on mine. I, without expecting such pressure, almost suffocated while he took me with a kiss. His strong hands wrinkled my chest, then went down under my skirt…

“Damn.” Edward breathed on my lips. “So, you are in stockings?”

He suddenly sat me on the dresser.

“Edward, the door is not closed.” I whispered unconsciously, looking at the exit with some anxiety, there was such a good size gap. If someone passed by, they would see us…

“Let me.” He growled back, and I gave myself to him completely!

Several hasty movements, and he was already inside me, hammering inside me, he wanted me… his thrusts stirred my blood, and the office dresser rocked from side to side thanks to our efforts. I was very excited to realize that we could be seen, and I bit my fingers to keep from screaming…

The moment Edward and I finished, and the sound of the call from the work phone, coincided. Beneath this disgusting ring, I rolled from under Edward and gathered myself.

My boss, however, busily buttoned his pants and answered the call calmly. I immediately had the notion that it was not the first time he was doing this; he quickly answered the phone after sex.

Still not fully recovering, I quietly left his office, and ran into…

“Hi.” Edward's wife smiled at me slightly and passed by with such an air as if she had come home. I stayed rooted to the ground. What was she doing here?!

“Oh hello, Sofia.” Edward said in moderation, but his face immediately reflected a whole mixture of feelings: joy, sadness, love, anger and annoyance… I was very upset to see this and I turned around.

Hell, she almost caught us making love! It would have been better for her to watch us, then I wouldn't have to look at her smug face…

Her phrase finished me off:

“Get out, please. And close the door behind you.”

And I left, hoping she didn't see my tears.

First I got some fresh air outside. The tears dried up, it got a little easier. Then I forced myself to go back to my place of work.

I wish I hadn't!

I listened carefully to the silence in Edward's office. It was as if nothing was happening there, as if they weren't talking.