Masturbating Myself

SKYLAR POV

At the airport, another car picked us up and took us directly to the hotel where we were going to stay.

Once there, we were given the keys to our suites.

We would sleep in a different room, as it was more obvious, even though we were on the same floor.

We enter the elevator in silence.

We hadn't exchanged any more words since in the car; on the flight, our seats had been separated, so I was able to compose myself in the comfort of my business-class seat without having his presence pressed against me.

It had been hard to stop thinking about his touch on my skin, especially with my thigh still throbbing.

I was sure he'd left a mark, but it didn't bother me; on the contrary, it excited me to know his hands had been so close to my pussy.

The elevator doors opened and everyone headed to their room.

In half an hour, come to my room, Miss Stallion, he said.

"Okay, Mr. Jenkin," I replied sweetly.

After knowing the effect his name had on me, I was dying to say it all the time.

I walked into my room, amazed.

It was twice the size of my apartment in New York, and the sofa alone was worth more than my entire house.

I scanned the room and found my suitcase next to the bed, I lay down on the bed and dialed Sam's number.

"Tell me you had sex in the airplane bathroom," she yells over the phone.

"No," I replied.

"But something happened," I said, and I began to tell her everything that had happened in the car.

"He told me that in half an hour, I should be in his room to talk about the event."

Sky! Sam shouted; What are you doing before getting dressed?

We'll talk later, Sam—I told her and she said goodbye.

I walked into my bathroom; it was gigantic, I looked at the bathtub and the shower gel next to it.

I turned on the hot water and let it fill the tub while I took the dress out of my suitcase and laid it out on the bed.

I grabbed the underwear Sam had bought yesterday and stepped into the bathroom with it in my hand.

The bathtub continued to fill, while I began to strip off my clothes.

When I reached my pussy, I noticed my thigh was bruised, and a shiver ran through my body.

Mr. Jenkins' hands had been there, and I examined my reflection in the mirror.

The curve he had traced with his fingers on my hip, my breasts with their protruding nipples, and I thought about that dream again.

My body immediately began to heat up, standing there, looking at my reflection in the mirror, and fantasizing about his hands on my body.

I lifted my leg, resting it on the edge of the tub, and with my fingers, I began to caress my thighs.

When I reached the bruised area, I felt a very comforting pain.

I moved my fingers to my pussy and slowly sank one of them inside, feeling my body envelop them with warmth.

It had been so long since anyone had touched me.

I added another finger and gently moved them around while, with my other hand, I caressed my breast.

The mirror reflected my image, and as I tried to reach orgasm, I imagined Mr. Jenkins's hands on top of my body again, inside me, whispering to me that I had been very good.

The surge of pleasure began to slowly build inside me until I finally cum with the image of my boss in my head.

I looked at my reflection and my flushed cheeks.

I sank into the warm water, relaxing my entire body.

It had been a long time since I had an orgasm.

Too long since anyone had touched me, except for the vibrator I kept on my nightstand.

I felt the heat taking over my body again.

The touch of his skin against mine had turned me on but this couldn't keep happening.

He was my boss, and I hadn't even been working for him for a week.

Even though he was openly flirting with me, I didn't want him to confuse professional with intimate.

I probably would have noticed him even if I had met him in a different situation, but his powerful figure and the way he dominated me turned me on more than anyone ever had.

After a long soak, I got out of the tub and put on the black thong I'd left on the ceramic sink, and looked at my reflection again. I looked incredible.

My gaze went to the bruise again.

It had gotten a little darker, and for a moment, I thought about what that man might do to me.

I'd only provoked him a little, and I let me do that.

I came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and grabbed the dress that was lying on my bed.

I loved that dress.

It was black, as was my underwear.

The front had a low neckline that left very little to the imagination, and the back was completely open to the waist.

It was a very provocative dress, but elegant.

I looked at the lace bra and thought how awful it would look, so I took it off and put on the dress.

I finished getting ready, and for a short while, I was at the door of Mr. Jenkins' suite.

I knocked softly, and a few seconds later he opened it.

He scanned my entire dress from top to bottom, but I didn't stay still or become mesmerized by his gaze; instead, I continued forward.

I felt his gaze fixed on my back, and I turned to sit down.

God!

He was wearing a completely black tuxedo, and I was mesmerized by how it hugged all his muscles.

I was sure this one had been custom-made; there was no way a suit from a department store could fit him like that.

It was made for him.

"What did you want to talk about, Mr. Jenkin?" I said, crossing my legs.

I noticed him following my gesture with his gaze, and a triumphant smile lit my face.

I had managed to capture his attention.

"You haven't put on stockings again, have you?" he asked, lighting a cigar in his chair.

Of course not, sir, I've learned my lesson replied, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Call me by my name," he snapped.

"Xander or Jenkin, but address me by my name," he said before looking back at me.

"Okay, Xander," I said, looking at him.

He threw his head back and smiled.

He stood up and silently stood behind me, caressing the back of my neck with his minty breath.