Send Nudes: A MMF Bisexual Romance Page 7

  “Thanks, Tracy,” I say. “Clear my schedule and take the rest of the day off.”

  I expect her to be excited by what I’ve said, but, instead, she says, “Are you sure about that, sir?”

  “Of course, I’m sure,” I reply, returning my full attention to the harbor.

  “Don’t you think you’ll need me to ensure everything goes smoothly?”

  I smile. “I’ve been doing this for longer than when I started Sinful, Tracy. I think I can get by just fine on my own.”

  Tracy doesn’t say anymore. She simply withdraws from my office, shutting the door softly, and leaving me alone to my disheveled thoughts.

  After the disaster with Diana and Kane in my office last week, I received a call from Sophie telling me that Diana had come to a conclusion. She wanted to get to know me and my company first before making a final decision concerning my offer.

  Sophia also informed me that Diana was also going to visit Lush, so I have to do all I can to impress her.

  It’s a sunny Tuesday morning. Every senior member of the firm is at their posts; I’ve briefed them all on the importance of landing this deal with Diana. They’re on their toes because they’ve never seen me this antsy about a deal, or even a model, before.

  Maybe it’s because Kane and I have never been this deep into our rivalry. We’ve never fought over one particular model before. Heck, models come and go all the fucking time.

  Take Sky, for instance.

  She was once my strongest model, now I don’t even know where the fuck she is. She’s certainly not working with my team. I don’t think she works for Kane either.

  Diana, however…

  I don’t even know, man. There’s just something different about her. I’m beginning to believe that it’s more than the fact that she’s now popular. It’s more than the fact that everybody wants her.

  I just can’t get her out of my mind.

  “This shit ain’t working,” I mutter to myself as I turn away from the harbor.

  I glance at my watch. Before I got to the office, Tracy had received a call from Sophia saying Diana was going to be at Sinful by exactly nine.

  I have about ten minutes to get down to the main entrance, so I can officially welcome her.

  I’m still anxious when I walk out of my private elevator into the lobby. I make a beeline for the main entrance. A few people try to get my attention, some even try to waylay me, but I brush them all aside.

  By the time I’m standing by the road waiting for Diana to arrive, I’m fighting to keep my breathing steady.

  I take one moment to straighten my expensive charcoal three-piece suit. My Rolex gleams in the sun. My hair, gelled to perfection, dances to the steady breeze coming down from the sea.

  I watch as a yellow cab cuts way from the lazy traffic and slides into the service lane. It stops right in front of me, and my heart catches in my throat. When Diana steps out, then—and only then—does my breath start again.

  She’s resplendent in an astonishingly beautiful green dress—the one I sent ahead as a gift. It’s pinned by a glittering diamond at her waist, which juts out perfectly. The green fabric hugs her form, revealing her shape in painfully attractive detail.

  Just by looking at her, I feel the blood drain from my entire body and rush south. I force a smile as she steps towards me.

  “Hi,” I say, “Welcome to Sinful.”

  She smiles back, her soft eyes piercing through mine. Her beautiful face seems to shimmer as her teeth flash.

  She’s perfect.

  She’s holding a matching green purse in her right, but she switches it to her left, and sticks her right hand forward. Instead of shaking it, I take it in my hand and plant a kiss on it.

  This isn’t how I usually handle women, but I can’t fucking help it now.

  When I look up, I can see her cheeks beginning to color.

  “Please, follow me,” I say.

  I lead her into the lobby.

  “Welcome to our family!” the entire Sinful staff cheers the moment we walk in.

  They’re gathered in a tight semicircle in the lobby and are all smiling as we approach. I’m pleased when I see the surprised look appear on Diana’s face as she shakes hands with each one of them, speaking with a few for a couple of seconds.

  When we’re done, I begin our tour through the several offices we have in the building. First, I take her to the support offices, like Legal, Administrative, Finance, PR, and so on.

  As briefed, everyone is friendly. Everyone is laidback. Diana is made to feel like the owner as she interacts with both junior and senior staff alike.

  I hang in the background all the while, judging her reaction. Every smile, every look of curiosity, all her side glances at me—which, by the way, make my heart beat faster all the time.

  The more time we spend together, the tougher it is for me to remain objective. It’s as though the oxygen is being sucked out of my lungs when we enter the elevator to ascend a few more floors to the other offices.

  I can’t breathe when I’m around her.

  As we round up the support offices and begin getting to the core of Sinful’s operation, gritting my teeth is all I can do to keep my hands off Diana. What’s worse is that, from the vibes she’s throwing me, I know that she feels the same way, too.

  If not, why does her breathing shallow out when we’re alone in the elevator? Why does she keep sneaking glances at me? Why do I feel like she wants it?

  When we arrive at the designers’ workplace, a very large room on one of the topmost floors, I take a more proactive role in her tour.

  I spend time introducing her to the brains behind most of the products we create. I even show her the fabrics we use in some of the clothes we sell.

  “Wow!” she exclaims as she feels them. “Impressive!”

  I show her a few of our top of the line equipment. Then I take her to the media room and introduce her the tech guys.

  Some of the models are working “incidentally,” so I let her see for herself how well we treat them.

  I even let her chat with Helen, one of our best paid models. I hang back so it doesn’t seem as though I’m influencing Helen’s responses. However, from my distance, I can see Diana’s reactions, and they are all surprise, awe, and excitement.

  “I’m so impressed by what I’m seeing, Derek,” Diana says as soon as she’s done with Helen. “I’m impressed by the passion and commitment your people have.”

  “Yeah,” I reply, looking her right in the eyes. “We are really, really passionate here.”

  My voice seems to grip Diana as she gasps softly, her eyes pouring into mine.

  For a moment, I want to lift my hand and caress her supple cheek. It takes years and years of practiced control to keep me from doing it. Still, the tension between us racks up a few notches.

  We hang around the tech guys for a few more minutes before I suggest taking her to the top floor and showing her around my personal office.

  She doesn’t disagree.

  The silence in the last elevator ride upward is unbearable. But, it’s not as intolerable as the tightness in the air.

  We stand side by side, yet I can’t touch her.

  I can’t kiss her. It’s maddening.

  I feel handicapped. Unable. And it’s driving me crazy.

  Tracy isn’t at her desk when we arrive.

  “Where’s your secretary?” Dana asks.

  “She’s out,” I lie, because I really don’t want to have to explain why I sent Tracy home.

  Well, it’s not really a lie, is it? Tracy is out, after all.

  “Maybe running some errands,” I add to preempt any further questions.

  And that’s also not a lie, since Tracy might be running some personal errands.

  “Oh,” Diana says.

  I open the door into my office for her, shutting it behind me when we’re both through.

  “So, what did you think of Sinful?” I ask.

  While Diana looks
around my large, extremely luxurious office, I head for the decanter sitting on a table to one side. The decanter is already half-filled with premium wine, a vintage Cabernet.

  I grab two glasses and head to my desk. I perch there with one leg hanging and one leg rooted to the floor.

  Diana is at the corner, looking out at the city.

  Her face is unreadable. It’s a complete mask. But I can’t deny that she feels what I feel.

  It comes off her like a continuous wave.

  I wait for a minute for her to respond to my earlier question, but she doesn’t, so I continue speaking to lessen the awkwardness.

  “Want a drink?” I say.

  Diana turns to look at me. From the distance, I can see it in her eyes.

  Fuck the drink, her eyes seem to say. Just fuck me already.

  I shoot to my feet and take three quick strides towards her. She meets me halfway.

  And our lips meet as we finally kiss.

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  Diana

  I’m kissing Derek Hemsworth.

  Let me repeat that for you: I, Diana, just a regular girl that never had any luck in her life, am kissing Derek Hemsworth. Someone pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming.

  Closing my eyes, I surrender fully to the moment, my mouth locked with his. Softly, he parts my lips with the tip of his tongue, his hands now going down the sides of my body, and I feel a shiver climb up my spine.

  I was wet before—the fabric of my thong was already drenched on the elevator—but now I don’t even know how the describe the state I’m in. It’s almost hard to believe how fast my heart is racing, pumping desire through me at breakneck speed.

  Slowly, he breaks apart from our kiss, runs one hand through mine, and offers me a smile.

  His eyes are locked on mine and just for a brief moment, I see a flash of hesitation. Almost as if he suddenly realized he shouldn’t be hard for a girl he wants to employ. But, as quickly as it appeared, that hesitation vanishes.

  As for me...well, I think it’s enough to say that there’s not an ounce of hesitation on my mind. No, I know exactly what I want, and nothing’s going to stop me from getting it.

  I want him.

  I want him to take me, and I want him to fuck me.

  Hard.

  As if he could read my thoughts, he tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks on it, forcing me to throw my head back. I keep staring into his eyes, the need for control I see in there making me so wet I feel dizzy. And no, I’m not exaggerating.

  “On your knees,” he whispers, and his voice is so commanding that I can’t help but obey.

  There’s just something about Derek that demands pure obedience, and I sure as hell am not interested in trying to escape the tight grip of his dominance.

  I go down on my knees, my heart racing at a thousand miles per hour, and I look up at him expectantly.

  “You know what you have to do,” he tells me, but then corrects himself: “you know what you want to do.”

  And he’s right, I know exactly what I want to do.

  I raise both my hands slowly, trying to steady them, and then reach for him. I lay my fingers on his belt, feeling the expensive leather under my fingertips, and I start unbuckling. As I do it, I notice the massive shape hiding underneath Derek’s pants, stretching the fabric tight.

  Oh, my God, is that his cock?

  It’s…huge.

  I can barely hold it together as I pull his belt out from its loop, my fingers trembling as I start unzipping his pants. The moment the zipper goes down, his cock starts pushing against his boxer briefs, its thickness so goddamn appealing that I almost start to salivate.

  “Say it,” he whispers, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.

  I look up at him, confused for a moment, but then, I realize what he wants. And once more, I’m happy to obey.

  “I want it,” I breathe out, surprised that I managed to push these words out. “I want your cock,” I continue, reaching for it and brushing my fingertips over the fabric of his boxers, the warmth of his thick cock spreading to my skin.

  With an anxious tightness in my heart, I flatten the palm of my hand over his cock, mentally measuring it.

  Jesus Christ—he’s massive. Ten inches?

  No, it’s even bigger.

  I’ve never been with anyone this big before, and to be honest, I’m a bit scared. I mean, is it going to fit inside my mouth? I don’t even want to think of the rest.

  Don’t take it the wrong way, though. I might be intimidated by his size, but that doesn’t mean I’m not willing to go all the way. In fact, it’s the opposite knowing that he’s this big...well, it just makes me want him more.

  Sure, sure...size doesn’t matter. But, c’mon, we girls, are always impressed by a massive cock, especially if its owner knows how to use it. And, judging by the looks of it, Derek is the kind of guy that definitely knows how to do that.

  Grabbing his boxer briefs, I hold my breath before I look into Derek’s eyes, and the grin on his lips does it for me. Exhaling sharply, I push both his pants and boxer briefs down, and I gasp as his cock springs free.

  I told you it was big, right? Well, I was wrong.

  It’s fucking huge.

  “All yours, Diana,” Derek tells me, but I can barely hear what he’s saying.

  Right now, my brain is fully focused on the hard cock in front of me. I reach for it with one hand and biting my bottom lip as I do it, I curl my fingers around it.

  Just holding it in my hand is almost enough to make me come.

  Sure, you might think I’m being dramatic, but that’s because you don’t know the state my panties are in. I mean, I’m completely drenched. Soon enough, it’s going to start dripping down my legs and on to the floor.

  Yeah, that bad.

  “All mine,” I repeat after Derek as he lays his hands on my head, gently pushing it forward.

  Guided by instinct, I part my lips and rest them on the tip of his cock; I close my eyes as I taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, my heart skipping a beat as I savor it.

  I don’t even need an incentive.

  I start pushing my mouth down the whole length, desperate to know if I can have it all inside my mouth. It’s not easy, but somehow, I manage to roll my lips down his whole length, only stopping when I feel the skin around the base.

  Alright, one less thing off my bucket list.

  Working on autopilot, I bob my head back and forth, sucking his cock as if my life depended on it. I always thought blowjobs were a thing you did to please men, a kind of a chore, but this is different; this time, I’m sucking Derek’s cock to please myself.

  And I’d have kept on sucking until he came into my mouth, spilling all his seed inside me. But he seems to have other plans.

  Yanking on my hair, he forces me to stop moving and then slides his cock from my mouth; it pops out with a wet sound, and I run my tongue between my lips as I notice my saliva glistening on the tip.

  I feel dirty right now, and I just love it.

  “Stand up,” Derek commands, and my body obeys.

  I rise gingerly, and then gasp as he grabs me by the wrists. Turning me around fast, he pushes me against his desk and forces me to sit on top of it. With one arm, he sweeps everything on it to the floor—a small laptop, a pile of documents, a pen, and a lamp—and then, he presses his body against mine.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” he asks, and I feel the answer climbing up my throat.

  “You’re going to fuck me,” I breath out.

  “That’s right...I’m going to fuck you—hard,” he growls, tracing an invisible line on my skin with his finger; a shiver goes up my spine as I feel his fingertip go from my face to my neck, and then down to my shoulders.

  Slowly, he hooks his finger on the strap of my dress and pulls it down, the outer contour of my black bra revealing itself.

  “This is from Sinful,” he says, tracing the contour of the bra with his finger.

  That’
s right—I came in wearing Sinful lingerie. What? I wanted the full experience...and it seems I made the right call this morning, when I decided what underwear to bring.

  “I like it...I like it a lot,” he continues, and then he takes one hand to my back and pulls the zipper on my dress down in a rush, baring my chest. “You deserve a reward.”

  A reward? I mean, aside from being allowed to suck his cock?

  Well, count me in.

  Taking one step back, Derek grins at me, a wild hunger flickering on his eyes. Swear to God, I can almost see the flames there.

  “Stand up,” he tells me, and I do it without saying a word. “I want you to get undressed. Do it slowly.”

  Each word of his is brimming with power.

  Control.

  He’s the kind of man that’s used to being obeyed when he tells people what to do. Everything in him seems calculated for that effect. Even the way his company works, the way his employees look up to him...it’s all about control, one that he wields without remorse.

  Derek Hemsworth is a control freak…and who doesn’t love a control freak with a cock so big that it becomes a challenge to suck?

  I know I do.

  “Yes…” I whisper, taking my hands to my waist and hooking my thumbs on my dress.

  Swaying my hips from side to side, I push my dress down, the fabric sliding down my legs and pooling on the floor around my ankles. I step out of the dress and then just look at Derek, anticipation tying a knot on my throat.

  I’m eager to obey. I’m eager to be bossed around.

  He remains standing in front of me, and without saying a word, his eyes lock on mine. And then I get it—he’s waiting…he told me to get undressed, and I still haven’t taken everything off.

  Pursing my lips, I take my hands to my back and undo the strap of my bra. I let it fall from my body, my nipples hardening as they come into contact with the cool air of the room, and I become even wetter than before (yeah, seems like there are no limits to how wet I can get today) as I feel his gaze taking in the shape of my breasts.

  “Go on,” he says, that hunger in his eyes growing.

  I don’t even know how he’s controlling himself now. I can tell that he wants me, that he can barely wait to fuck me…and yet, there he is, looking at me patiently.