Page 9 of Bolted

I've got a couple pretty little brunettes on there, and if I turn the lights dim enough, I might be able to imagine one is Riley…

Chapter 10

Riley

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god,” I think to myself as I rush towards the elevator and press the Lobby button multiple times.

Would this be considered cheating? Did I just cheat on Nate? My head is spinning and I’m staring at myself in the elevator’s mirrored doors. I look…. Flustered.

My carefully selected outfit, wrinkle free when I put it on this morning, now looks disheveled. The mauve blazer is skewed to the left and my cleavage is visible above my top. The blush on my cheeks is visible on my chest, and I feel it all the way down my body.

When Sebastian trapped me against the desk I didn’t know whether to laugh or beg for mercy. Was he intentionally testing me? Seeing how quickly he had reason to fire his first female intern? Or was he serious about his comments, and had some sense of respect for my knowledge and work?

Lord. I have long ago stopped praying but I just keep hailing help from high up when I think about the way my body reacted to Sebastian’s dick pressed against my core. Clearly he’s big everywhere.

It was like an electric current shot through me when I felt him. There was some reawakening of parts of me that died years ago. Failing marriage and a drunk husband kind of took away that carnal urge I’m now feeling.

Do I want to fuck Sebastian?

My ladybits clearly want to fuck Sebastian…My boss.

It could, of course, never happen. Not to mention how wildly inappropriate that whole scene back there was. Is that what he does to his assistant when he closes the blinds?? Does he do that stuff to Kaz? I want to ask her but I don’t want her, or anyone else at the office, to know what the hell happened in there.

Maybe I should ask to be reassigned to one of the others?

No, no, no. They would just ask why and I absolutely, under no circumstance can tell anyone what just happened. I can't risk being fired. This job is the opportunity of a lifetime. Who would believe me anyway?

When my phone buzzed with a text, it shook me out of my lust-clouded mindset and back to reality. I can’t kiss Sebastian. He’s an asshole. At least I thought he was when I started, but now I’m confused. I had made a quick excuse when I’d heard the text, and quickly gathered my things before bolting toward the elevator on our floor.

‘Meet me out at Argyle this weekend?’ The text from Corrine reads. This, from my sister, kind of surprises me. She doesn’t usually ask to get together, especially at a bar. While we talk a lot, it’s never been common for us to get together for drinks. I think a lot of this is because when I was in those prime partying years, I was also navigating a marriage. A rocky one at that.

If she wants to meet up, she must have news.

‘Let me talk to Nate.’ I text her back as I step out of the elevator at Bolt Co, wave to the security guard on the first floor and step outside.

‘Who cares about Nate?’ she sends back. Wow, she must be drinking. Normally she’s not so openly opinionated about my husband. I just send back the smile emoji. Maybe I should talk to Corrine about what just happened in Sebastian’s office. Surely she’d have some type of advice aside from the devil on my shoulder who is currently winning the situation in my brain.

I come back to the moment our lips were a breath apart. I wanted him to taste me. Not just my lips, but all over. I bet he’s as dominating in the bedroom as he is at work. I can feel the wetness in my panties as I quickly walk to my car. Time to pretend this never happened and listen to something distracting on the way home. I buckle in and turn up the volume on the radio when I hear Halestorm’s “Do Not Disturb” playing. “How fitting,” I let out a laugh before navigating my way home.

Stepping into the house I realize right away it’s empty. Thank god. I don’t think I could handle any shit from Nate about how late it is. When I’d told him I had to stay late for work today, his response had been short. “Don’t expect company when you get home.” At least he wasn’t in my face regarding his manhood being threatened. I don’t think my nerves could handle it.

I do wonder where the hell he is though. Maybe a bar? He doesn't have a ton of buddies he sees much. Seems like over time his friends have married off and started families, or invested their time in their careers. Sometimes I envision what our life would be like if he’d been more focused on growing himself at work, at reaching new levels, or pushing himself at all…It’s like he completely gave up somewhere along the way.

I decide to take advantage of this night alone. It’s only after 8:00 and I never have this kind of time to myself. I pour a glass of chardonnay from the fridge and start a bath. Maybe this will calm down the tingles that I’m still feeling throughout my body. I remember the length of Sebastian Bolt’s dick pressing against me and the way it felt. Guess my best vibrator will be making an appearance tonight.

I slip out of my clothes and ease my way into the bathtub, the bubbles smell like lavender and I audibly sigh. What do I make of this day? All I know is for right now I’ll be thinking of Sebastian as I use the vibrator I pulled from its storage place under my bathroom sink.

It’s small but mighty, waterproof and the perfect shade of pink. As I turn it on and the gentle whir starts up, I slip further down into the bath, quickly pray that Nate doesn’t get home in the next hour, and begin to fantasize once again.

I like to build up to the point of bursting when I have the time and luxury to “take care” of myself. Though Nate and I started off pretty regularly sexual, we never experimented much or changed the routine. It's always been the mundane missionary position. The only time I would consider Nate being even remotely kinky is when he takes me while I'm sleeping. If he weren't completely wasted every time, I might actually enjoy waking up to a hard fuck. I sigh and switch up the power of the vibe as I run my hands over my breasts, pulling on my nipples as I go. I’m so close to the edge, but I want the feeling to last. I pull the vibrator out of the water and ease my hand down to my opening. I bet Sebastian knows his way around a woman’s body. I think about him stroking my clit slowly as I begin making steady motions on myself. I ease one finger in and grab the vibrator again, eager now for the combination of both.

I’m quickly reaching the edge of orgasm and close my eyes imagining being bent over the desk of Sebastian Bolt, the head of Bolt Co himself. I’m rubbing my clit as he circles around behind me in my fantasy, touching my ass and licking his lips. I picture him unzipping his pants and letting his dick hang out, sure that he’d use it then to rub me teasingly up and down my crack.

I’m so close. Fantasy Sebastian then whispers something in my ear, spits in his hand and grabs his dick. I thrust another finger in my vagina as if he’s slamming into me from behind. The orgasm slams into me with this thought, it’s hard and long. I feel my insides tighten around my fingers, pulsating and clenching. Fuck. This fantasy could be a problem…

Chapter 11

Riley

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