WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 148: The price of success(2)

The senior executive sat behind a smooth, boastful mahogany desk, which was complete with deep etchings of intricate design that showcased not only his taste for grandeur, but also his excitement for the finer things in life.

However, the desk was not the only attribute that made the room feel expensive. A large Persian rug lay sprawled out across the floor, reaching towards all four corners of the room with a magnificent presence, while expensive paintings lined the walls and taunted Cynthia with their beauty.

While the executive’s eyes looked upon her with the distinct pursuit of conquest misting over them, the beady little eyes of the paintings looked at her as though they knew the true lack of experience she held and threatened to expose her.

Under the scrutiny of both the executive and the paintings, she felt bare and exposed. She had the sensation that at any moment, she would feel a light touch of a hand as it caressed her inner thigh, easily working its way towards her womanliness, before snatching her faithfulness from her in one foul swoop.

In her thoughts, Cynthia went as far as to imagine the brush of Mr. Rossini's closely shaven beard brushing against her lips, while he took her into him, while his hand grasped her face and pulled him towards him and thrusting his rod into her with an overwhelming and experienced sense of passion and vigor. With the thought, her breasts began to swell even greater and a chill ran down her spine.

For whatever reason, she imagined that the proposition that she waited so impatiently for, even though she had no idea what it would entail, would not come in words, but rather in a rough, swift action. Cynthia thought that by the time she realized what was happening, it would already be too late. She sensed that the senior executive liked to go about sex just about the same way he went after financial endeavors; swift, hard and aggressively.

However, no matter how convinced she became that he was about to make her his own, he made no other move, but to watch her bosom as it invitingly protruded out of her dress.

They were quiet for far too long. Yet, finally, when the senior executive finally looked back up at her eyes, Cynthia thought about what to say. In the seconds that had ticked by since his comment was spoken, a lot had gone one inside Cynthia’s head and she wasn’t quite sure whether she wanted to respond to what he said, or the thoughts that had penetrated her brain and confused her mind. She was a married woman, after all.

She wanted to ask what exactly he meant by his previous comment and if she were any other situation, she most certainly would have asked. However, because of whom she was talking to and the fact that she was sure she really didn’t want to know anything about what was going on at the time, she decided against her normal reaction.

Instead, she smiled, hoping that her eyes and expression matched the level of understanding they had come to with a sense of excitement and

allure that would prove to be convincing, “Yes,” she answered, “Whatever it takes.”

“Excellent!” He exclaimed without his expression changing, “Because this line of work, dealing with financial accounts that, if even so much as ruffled could ruin all of our lives in an instant, can be extremely stressful and to keep from jumping off the roof, we all need to be able to keep things interesting.”

Again, Cynthia nodded, feeling her stomach twist uncomfortably, even though she tried her best not to let her discomfort show. “I understand.”

This response made the senior executive sneer, ever so slightly, “We shall see about that, Mrs. Brennan. I have always been a proprietor of the old saying that actions speak louder than words and with your husband’s recommendations, speaking as highly of you as he does...” He paused to give her a strange look of approval that was extremely evocative, before continuing in a far more obvious tone, “In all aspects of your performance, I am extremely interested in seeing your actions first hand.”

Cynthia almost answered him with a sense of spite in her tongue, considering that even though her husband warned her of the executive’s blatant disregard for tact, as well as his multiple vices, which he seemed more proud of than even his financial success, she still did not think that he would be that forward, but she resisted and simply responded with giving him an arched eyebrow and a smile that consisted of plump lips and a redolent tone, “Even if my husband is being modest, I am sure how aware

you are that I am up for the challenge,” As she did this, she made sure to arch her back, so that her breasts popped out of the low-cut dress she was wearing, in an effort to give her statement a little bit more credibility.

In any other situation, speaking this way to anyone, other than her husband, Cynthia would have felt her cheeks turn red in a moment, but she knew that for this to work, she needed give a Oscar-winning performance.

He took the invitation to leer unashamedly at her exposed and voluptuous flesh and perfected womanly figure, but he didn’t respond. He simply enjoyed the view for a few moments, before somewhat abruptly dismissing her.

As she stood to leave, Cynthia didn’t know what to think. In a way, she could not wait to get out of the room, which seemed to be filling with male ego and the undeniable sense of sexual attraction more with every second that passed. However, there was a part of her that felt put-off by the end to the encounter.

Still, Cynthia stood up with purpose and fixed her dress, so that her breasts stuck out, complimenting her curves in a way that she hoped was attractive to the man, before shaking his hand and turning around with a saunter that allowed perform in a teasing fashion while she walked away, ideally giving him a show that he would want to see again.

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