Nothing More, Nothing Less

Beginning to an End

There he was.

He wore a fitted suit that hung to him deliciously as he walked around the office greeting people. I stared at him from my glass wall that covered one fourth of my office, as I bite down on my pen between my lips from behind my desk. I bet he doesn't even remember me. When we met, I wasn't wearing the hideous glasses that were plastered onto my face, and my hair was down in curls against my back rather than in a tight bun.

It was only a one night stand, if you could even call it that considering it happened in an elevator.

"Argh!" I groaned as I placed my hand to my forehead and hid my face as I saw him turn. I can't believe I slept with my boss.

In my defense, he was never anything more than a guest at our Halloween office party a month ago or so I thought. I was not in my right mind due to the amount of liquor a.k.a tequila shots I drank.

I wore a cat mask that hide my identity poorly and an all black outfit that hung to every curve I was blessed with. He was in a plain suit even though nothing about him was plain. What the hell am I suppose to do now?

I held my eyes down on my desk as the group of men passed the transplant glass that was my office door.

One month ago...

We were celebrating a global take over by another company; a better one. The Halloween party was the first we had in my two years of working at this company. But I never counted on meeting anyone, especially f*****g them.

He entered into the elevator after staring at me for the last hour. I have tried everything from pretending I hadn't noticed his blunt stares to rolling my eyes at him. He would just smirk at me and laugh it off.

He was so sexy I knew it was a lie. It was a joke set up by my co-workers, maybe it was Matt's idea; probably a stripper they hired. They have always been complaining that I was uptight and needed a man. It was a theory I developed in my head in order to justify his advances.

But when he entered into the hotel elevator, I knew I wanted what he was offering. Honestly, my judgment was lowered by the liquor and I was beyond sexually frustrated. I stared as he stood at the elevator door, with his arms holding it open so it wouldn't close. His eyes were glued to mine, calling me.

I emptied my cup and slammed it down on the counter. With alcohol in my system and a mask on my face, my confidence was unnaturally high. I stood to my feet and walked passed everyone and into the opened elevator.

A large looking man with an earpiece in his ear stood at the door. "Sir..." he addressed my mystery guy.

"It's alright John. I will call you if anything." He nodded to the man, dismissing him. I bit my lip nervously. When did a stripper have a bodyguard? Before I could properly think through what I needed to, the door closed and we were alone. He turned and leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets.

"Where are we headed?" I asked firmly surprising myself. His uneven smile was back as he shrugged, "It's up to you. We could go to the bar downstairs and talk for a while." He suggested.

Who was this guy kidding? All he wanted was my p*ssy and I was more than willing to oblige at this point and time. Just being alone with him right now made me wet. I walked up to him and pressed the 'stop' button bringing the elevator to a halt.

I pressed my full breast against his hard chest and pressed my lips to his demandingly. He consumed my lips, pushing his sweet tongue into my mouth, brushing it against mine lightly. I wrapped my leg around his waist as he lifts me up by my ass. He pressed me against the wall, poking my p*ssy with his d**k with only our clothes between us.

I moaned as he continued to tease me, rubbing against me violently. "I don't even know your name" he whispered as I unzipped his pants and pushing down his boxers.

"Call me... kitty" I breathed as I felt his hard, thick d**k in my fingers. This wasn't going to be anything special, just completely unattached, hot s*x. Nothing more, nothing less. He pulled my black leggings roughly down my legs, then my panties.

"Ah," he chuckled as his index finger rubbed against my soaked slit. I bit his bottom lip playfully as the pleasure of his fingers took over my mind and as he placed on a condom over his length. He began to caress my breast soothingly causing me to pull away. He was making this moment much tenderer than needs be. I wanted rough s*x not love making. He was sucking and nipping at my neck when I took his hand from my breast and intertwined our fingers. I placed his d**k at my entrance, rubbing my wetness all over the head of his rod.

"f**k" he groaned as he entered inside me. I whimpered into his neck as I rode him, tightening my thighs around him. He pumped his long, thick, and solid erection into me harder as my nails gripped his shoulder for support.

My mind was going wild. The dull sensation deep into my stomach was slowly building. My moans filled the elevator compartment as he continued to f**k me against the cold metal. My body began to pulse as I hit my high in his strong arms, finding my orgasm.

I placed my head in his neck as I began to breathe again, a smile spreading across my lips. Finally! someone who knew how to please a woman.

When it stopped, he pulled out and let me down. "Why did you stop? You haven't come yet" I pouted as I kissed his lips seductively. I wasn't about to be selfish after he pleased me so well. He pulled up his pants that had fallen to the floor and zipped it up. I stood there wondering what was happening but pulled up my panties and leggings regardless. His arm wrapped around my waist as he brought his lips to mine, "What's your name?"

I shook my head and pulled away from him as I started the elevator again by pressing the same button. He might have amazing self control not to finish after we started having s*x, but I wasn't about to get into anything with him. This was only meant to be a onetime thing. His arms held me again, bringing my back to his front, as he held a card in front of my face. The elevator doors opened and I took the card as I walked out, never looking back.

I never looked at the card, only stored it away in my purse but looking out my office and into the halls, I knew it was him. Cameron Richards, the golden son; the richest bachelor there was.

And I was fired! There was a strict no dating policy at this firm and even though I wasn't dating him, I f****d him and now I was f****d.

I rubbed my forehead, cursing myself. Maybe if I didn't meet him. He was only here for a day anyways, this wasn't his headquarters therefore he wasn't here for long. The supervisor and the other two department heads were leading him around the floor, introducing him to his new employees. They entered into my view and I panicked. I took up the folder on my desks and held it to my face; if I looked busy, maybe they would skip me.

No such luck. The knock came at my door and the four men entered into my office. Maybe he won't recognize me.

I placed the folder down and smiled politely. I stepped around from my desk and walked up to them with my hand stretched out.

"Katherine," Oleander, my department head, gestured to me and then to Mr. Richards who had a light smile on his lips. "This is Mr. Cameron Richards, our new CEO"

I shook his hand as we started into each other's eyes. Nothing happened. I breathed out. He didn't recognize me. s**t, I was sweating bullets for nothing. Thank god for the mask I was wearing that day and how different I looked on a regular basis.

"This is Katherine Wilson" He continued "She is on the rise." He smiled politely.

"Nice to meet you" he nodded and then turned and walked out the room. I was safe.

I waited until they walked out after him and then collapsed onto my chair.

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It was almost time to leave when Matt, my personal assistant, told me I was needed into Oleander's office. I knocked on the door but it wasn't his voice that came from within the room. "Come in" the deep voice called.

He was sitting on the edge of the desk, his arms crossed. "Close the door" he ordered. I did as he asked and then entered further into the room. His jacket was open and he no longer wore a tie around his neck and the top buttons were undone. He was so damn sexy!

"Yes Mr. Richards?" I smiled politely.

"Drop the bullshit" He spoke with bass, my lower half quivered. "Kitty?" s**t! He does remember me. I breathed out and rubbed my forehead from the budding headache.

"It was very close to both my name and costume that night" I walked to the enormous window and looked at the view that over looked the city, not wanting to face him as embarrassment set in.

"Why didn't you call me?" He was behind me now. I could feel his breath on my neck, against my cheek. I turned to face him, my heart contracting involuntarily at his proximity. I pushed my glasses further up my face and stared at him. I get why he was into me that night, I had on a mask; he couldn't see my face, my flaws. But here I was, right in front of him, in the most unattractive form and he was still asking questions as if he really wanted answers.

"It's been a month" I tried to maneuver around him but his arm shot out to block me, resting against the large window. "... and I don't just call people I don't know"

"So you can have s*x with them but you can't call them." He shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he heard. It didn't sound rational to my own ears as he said it out loud either but it was what it was. He was out of my league; I wasn't going to fool myself into pretending there was something here. I knew when to stay in my lane and when to take a detour.

His body brushed against mine, triggering something deep within me. I haven't had s*x since the elevator incident and that was a month ago. It wasn't hard to figure out I didn't have a man in my life nor did I need one. "It wouldn't lead to anything anyways. It was one night, nothing else" I mumbled unable to make eye contact.

He forced me harder into the window, his finger raising my chin so I could meet his wild green eyes. His voice was low and calm but I could hear the finality within them. "Whether it leads to something or not will be determined by me. I decide if I only have you for one night or if I keep you longer. Until I fully know what will happen between us, you will answer to my beck and call. No questions asked, no hesitations." He informed.

My limps were weak and my p*ssy, wet. I bit my lip and pouted at the words left his lips. Seems I wasn't the only one hiding behind a mask that night. He was so sweet and soft that night, but now, it was different.

I moaned in response to the sudden hardening of his rod in his pants against my stomach. I didn't want to be moaning at this time, but my body always responds on its own apart from my mind. My n*****s hardened under my blouse, begging for attention as they strained against the fabric, the tip of my tongue grazing my bottom lip. The uneven smile I was growing to love appeared, telling me he approved of my reaction. Unexpectedly, he pulled away talking a step back and straightened up.

My chest rose and fell as I tried to calm myself.

"I will be expecting your call this weekend." He walked to the door and opened it. I stared at him and rolled my eyes. I had an undeniable attraction towards this man but hell to come if he thought I was going to be bossed around by him. Yes, he paid me but only for my time in the office; nothing more, nothing less. I fixed my skirt and strode to the door, stopping before I exited.

"My weekends are not company time Mr. Richards. I wish you a safe flight back to Boston" and I walked to my office to grab my purse and head home as quickly as possible.