interesting what happens next this is getting too good

take.me.AWAY || to Chapter EIGHT




He raised his eyebrow and looked down at her state. Her hair was down, curtaining her shoulders and he noticed her pants unzipped. Her nipples, which he couldn’t ignore, protruded through her thin shirt. Her bottom lip glistened and so did the brim of her hairline. Her fingers were shaking and an indescribable scent arose from the office behind her. He peered over her shoulder for a quick second and saw the light from the computer screen flashing brightly.

A savage smirk slid over his face but was quickly painted over by a layer of distaste.

"Where’s dinner?"

"I-I forgot..." she tried calming her nerves. Her breathing was still quick and her tongue dried.

"How could you forget?"

"I’m sorry. I just lost t-track of time."

Aloree brushed past him and hurried to their bedroom where she closed the door behind herself. She rushed towards the dresser to change her wet panties that were sticking to her mound. Seeing Damien brought her whole body to chills. The hairs on her neck stood on end and smelling his desirable cologne almost brought her to a frenzy.

There’s no other way to put it–Aloree was aroused.






"Ev! What am I gonna do?!"

Aloree just returned home from the grocery store and slumped down on the bed. She grabbed a pillow and pinched the corners of the fabric with her fingers to calm her nerves. Ever since last week, the cyber-cheating with Bret continued, as so did her sexual arousal. The tension that grew in her ate her up not relishing in those moments with Damien.

"Calm down, calm down. Now, tell momma what happened."

Aloree breathed in and out slowly before explaining to Evelyn the whole story between her and Bret.

"I feel so fucking...HORNY now. Everyday, I have to release this sexual frustration out on my finger! Why can’t it be on him? On his dick, Ev?" She flipped over on her side and pushed the pillow lower to her opened legs. She listened to Evelyn for only a few seconds before she entered her own dream world, blocking out all her senses except touch.

She swayed her hips and begin rocking against the pillow situated between her legs. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and bit her bottom lip with the top row of her teeth. She moved her free hand towards her neck and starting from the top, she slid it down the length of her body, spending much time on her twin, prized possessions.

"Maybe you should just..."

Aloree could only decipher bits and pieces of the conversation. Evelyn continued rattling on and Aloree visioned she was talking with Bret over the phone.

She imagined all the kinky things he could be saying to her, and her body twisted on the pillow and she flipped on her back.

"You know he’s..."

Her knees were in the air and Aloree spread her thighs apart. She lifted the hem of her shirt ever so slightly and ran the smooth end of her finger over her naval. She grinned in delight and arched her back.

Visions of Bret kneeling between her legs excited her. Her nipples immediately hardened. She could vividly picture him planting his hand atop her knees and staring down at her, hungrily.

Her fingers rose back towards her chest and raised the shirt even higher.

"Then you know he’d be..."

Tingles shot through her stomach and Aloree slid her fingers towards her increasingly wet chasm. She pictured Bret gazing down at her trembling body, aching to be touched. Her lips seductively formed a sassy smirk and she grinded her pelvis against the corner of the pillow that was further lodged between her legs.

"So Aloree, I think that’s why..."

She couldn’t even register her name. She was separated from the real world and trapped in her fantasy world.

"Aloree..."

The phone slid further down in her hand until half of it rested on the bed and the other half leaned against her ear.

"Aloree...?"

With her free hand inching upwards, she slid it under her shirt and palmed her left breast.

"Aloree!"

She immediately stopped her actions and turned her head around towards the phone. She forgot all about Evelyn. She picked it up.

"Ev, I need help." She scooted the pillow away from between her legs with her foot until it fell off the bed.

"Girl, where were you? I was calling you!"

"I was...busy."

There was silence.

"Busy doing what?"

Bursts of giggles erupted from Aloree’s mouth and Evelyn soon caught on.

"You fucking slut! Where you masturbating just now?"

More laughter.

"No! That’s just nasty! I wouldn’t do that while talking to you!"

A gasp came from Evelyn.

"So what are you trying to say, huh? I’m not sexy?"

"Oh quit being so silly!"

The two of them really acted like some teenage girls.

"Whatever! I’m gonna remember that too! You don’t think I’m sexy."

"You’re so ridiculous, Ev."

"Why I gotta be ridiculous? Why can’t I be sexy?"

"Listen, we’re going to get no where with this conversation."

Evelyn laughed.

"You’re right. But look, I have to go. My mom’s coming over to try and purify me."

Aloree burst into another fit of giggles remembering the last time Evelyn’s mother tried to purify her daughter. She believed she was too promiscuous andbrought some various vegetables and fruits so her daughter could eat to first clean her system of all its bad sins. Then, she would lecture her on the evils of having sex with someone she wasn’t committed too, and even brought an individual over so they could become involved.

He was totally not her type–a virgin who never stepped into a club his entire life. When Evelyn’s mother left the two of them alone together, the situation was completely awkward. As soon as the coast was clear, Evelyn kicked him out of her home–literally.

"Good luck with that."

"Your sarcasm is rich."

Aloree smiled and after they said their final goodbyes, they both hung up.

Aloree slid her socked foot into her slippers and made her way down the stairs.

She was too lazy to cook a new dinner, so, she opted towards removing the leftovers from their previous dinner out the refrigerator and reheating it in the oven.

So, he wasn’t going to like seeing the same dinner on his plate.

This wouldn’t be a first.

take.me.AWAY || to Chapter NINE


"Yes. Look, just tell him to fax me those BlueTech finance sheets so I can photocopy them and keep a file saved," Damien swivelled in his chair, facing the large window in front of him that displayed the other skyscraper directly across the street. He rubbed his temples and sighed. "Damn it, just do it already! If we don’t have a copy in our records, this whole corporation will be bankrupt!"

This was the second time he was on the phone with Carl Roberts. The second time this week and he was still asking for the same thing. It was becoming highly annoying to Damien how Roberts stammered when he spoke on the phone to him and he could only imagine how things would be if they actually met eachother.

"Damn it Roberts! Listen, I’m only going to tell you this one more time. I need those finance sheets and I need them now! If we fall, it’s going to be on your ass!" He slammed the phone down and the noise echoed in his ears, in his room, and on the other side of the closed door. He sighed and clenched his fist. His orbs immediately shot towards the fax machine hoping that any second, the sheets on BlueTech would come through, but none did.

The top row of his teeth habitually began to grind on the bottom row, and in irritation, he slammed his fist down. He needed those papers more than anything right now, and the pressure was all on him to get them from Roberts.

"Is everything ok?" his secretary peeped inside, cracking the door open. Damien relaxed a little and faked the situation.

"Yes, everything’s alright." He lied through his teeth and Glenda dazzled him with her smile.

"Ok, Mr. Brown," she started to close the door and Damien slumped his head down in disbelief at all that was happening. If the corporation fell, he would surely lose his job. There was no way that he could meet Roberts–he was all the way across the nation for goodness sake. Glenda paused, watching Damien’s defeated state and swung the door open wide, and closed it behind herself. Damien rose his eyebrow as he watched her move herself into his office and sit down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Everything isn’t fine! I can see it written all over your face. What’s going on?" Glenda crossed her delicate leg over the other, sat her hand in her lap, and feigned interest in what he was going to say.

"No, everything’s fine...really..." Damien was lost and didn’t know how to react to her sudden advance.

"Oh come on Mr. Brown, I’ve been your secretary for a year now! You would think I would know if you were lying to me," Glenda smirked, leaning in closer towards his desk. Her breasts practically owned the top half of his desk and even his attention. He could easily decipher the small cleavage in between her button blouse and his eyes occasionally shifted down towards them.

"How’d you figure something was up?" Damien asked, with his eyes relishing on the mounds of her flesh.

"The whole hallway heard your little tantrum," she giggled and her chest shook. Her breasts seemed ready to burst through her shirt and Damien held his breath. If something like that happened, he would surely lose it.
Damien’s calm soon returned and he lifted his eyes away from her double beauties.

"Yea, well...won’t happen again," another lie.

"You promise?" Glenda asked, leaning back in her seat, snapping him out of his trance. He gritted his teeth and stared her in the eyes.

"I promise."

Glenda flashed her smile at him and stood from her seat. The skirt she wore snug around her ass so perfect that he could even make out the outline of her butt cleavage. He licked his lips and watched her sway her hips to the side and approach the door.

"Well, let me get back to work," she finally walked out the door, and Damien sighed with relief, watching her until she fully left from his office and until he heard the click of the door close behind her.

He groaned and pushed his chair and his legs from underneath the small space that was under his desk. He looked down on his lap and gritted his teeth.

Sure enough, on Damien’s lap, he wasn’t surprised to see a tent forming in his pants.

Darn that Glenda!