Markus

By Juni Lyn

March 15, 2008

Markus looked at his reflection in the mirror located in his new office's bathroom. He looked as good as he felt. He dunked the washcloth in the pooling water in the basin and ran it over his face, taking off the reddish tinted stains. Straightening his tie, he took another glance in the mirror. His eyes were still slightly clouded with the remembrance of the recent events, and his skin still held a slight flush. But there wasn't much he could do about it now; stepping out of the small room, he took a deep breath in, the smell of sex lingered in the air. "I want you to have dinner with me." He stated as he looked at the fair-haired vixen, now struggling to correct her clothes. Even to his ears, the request came off as more of a commandment.

"Where's my underwear? We didn't leave them in the conference room did we?"Natalia asked as she started to search frantically around his desk, effectively ignoring him and what he just said. "Oh wait here they are. I can't put them back on, what I'm I going to do with them. See I told you this wasn't a good idea."

"Perhaps you did, but I can't really remember, you said a lot of things in the last half hour. Including a 'don't stop' and a 'Mark that feels so good', those were my favorites." She leveled him with an evil stare. He in returned leaned against the front of his desk. "Did you drive in today?"

"No I didn't, I don't live nearby. I took the train in." She shrugged her shoulders and turned so that her back was to him, placing one hand on his desk she stepped into her underwear. She gave a slight cringe as she pulled them up.

"Fine, I'll come by your desk in a few hours. I still have another meeting to attend." He pushed of the edge of his desk and went around the side to sit in the chair behind it.

"Mark, despite my earlier behavior I don't usually act like this." Natalia began.

"I take great pride in that statement." He interrupted.

She shook her head at him, "I bet you do. I'm being serious Mark. I'm not into the whole thing of being ordered around by a guy. I don't have office affairs with my boss. And I most definitely don't have nooners in conference rooms!"

"Technically it was a mid-afternooner."He said dryly.

"MARK!"

"Calm down Natalia." He commanded once again. When she sunk into one of the stuffed chairs in front of his desk, he continued. "My turn, I am into the whole control thing, it's not something I can turn on and off. It is what it is. But I don't have office affairs with my employees and I'm open to starting a habit of having nooners with you in conference rooms."

"We don't even know each other." She whispered weakly.

"That's not true. I know that in spite of the fact that you say you aren't into giving up control, you respond so beautifully to it. I also know that you have sensitive nipples and you have a heart shaped birthmark on the inside of your right thigh. Shall I go on?"

"You can't be serious about this." She suddenly stood and started pacing his office. "And even if you are, I'm not willing to sabotage my job for a guy I just met."

As he watched her move back and forth, he gave an inward sigh. He wasn't use to woman being so opposed to starting an affair with him. Maybe she's right; it would be smart to cut his losses now. He cocked his head to the side and watched her backside as she continued to pace in front of his desk. Then he remembered how good it felt to have that backside settled in his groin as he entered her from behind. When he said she was a need he meant it, even now he was exerting a lot of control not to bend her over his desk and show her how much he could make her want him. "Natalia, I don't think you understand. I asked you if you remembered rule number 1, I'm in charge. And I'm asking you to calm down and relax. Everything is going to be okay."

She turned to him and gave him another level look, "You're asking? Sounded like a command to me." He shrugged at that. "Well Mr. McAllister I have a job to do. Thank you again for the promot—"she stopped as if something occurred to her. "Wait a minute. Please tell me I didn't just get this promotion because of something you did. If that's the case I don't want anything to do with it." He raised an eye at that. "Don't give me that look, I've been here for over five years and I haven't gotten so much as a raise. Then in one week, the week after I sleep with you and you find out I work for you, I'm being promoted and getting a 20,000 raise, just sounds a bit suspect."

"If I had anything to do with it, are you really going to walk away from it?" Markus asked nonchalantly.

"Of course." Was her indignant response.

He smiled inwardly, this would work out fine, "As a matter of fact, Natalia, I had nothing to do with the promotion. As Smith said, he's been aware of the situation for some time now. It was one of his only requests. I reviewed your file and Mr. Cole's, heard what John had to say and I signed off on it."

"Oh okay, well I had to make sure. Just like you had to make sure I didn't know you before we met."

"I understand."

"Hmm. Well I should go. Thanks again, Mr. McAllister." She moved to the door and left without a backwards glance.

Markus let her go for now. He was enjoying letting her think she had ended this. He intended to show her later, that he meant what he said. He's the one in control.

"Thank you Mrs. Finkley. That will be all for today, you can go ahead and pack up. I'll be heading out in a few myself." Markus leaned back in his chair and rolled his neck, loosening the muscles there. It had been a long day. Bringing a company back from the brink of bankruptcy was not easy work. Shutting down his computer, he stood and grabbed his suit jacket off the back of the chair. Shrugging it on, he grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door. Signaling for his assistant to let the elevator head down, he decided to take the stairs down to the third floor. He nodded to the few straggling employees as he moved towards one of the corner offices. Once he reached the door he stopped at waited to be acknowledged.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm not in a hurry. I just want to leave as soon as possible, that's all."

"Hmmm, that sounds like you're in a hurry to me, Lia."

"Well Vick, your mistaken. Now are you gonna help me with this box or what?" Natalia asked her long time friend.

"Well now we know why Cole didn't come back. What a nasty way to go. I mean not that I'm not happy for you, but really to leave Friday only to find out that you're no longer needed on Monday." Vickie said sitting down in one of Natalia's chairs that stood in her new office. "Oh I know let's go out and celebrate, we can head back to that new bar that you went to last weekend. Maybe we can call up the male escort service, and have them send over a couple of guys to join us."

"Didn't I already tell you to stop obsessing with this gigolo?" Natalia turned to her friend and then stopped when her eye's finally landed on him.

"Going somewhere?" he asked. He should have known she would have tried to beat him out of the door. She was a stubborn one.

"Um. Well--…" she stammered.

"Mr. McAllister, I don't think we've met sir," Vickie stood up, extending her hand towards him. "I'm Victoria Olsen, Natalia's best friend."

"Nice to meet you Ms. Olsen. How long have you and Natalia been friends?"

"Oh, call me Vickie. We've known each other since birth practically, almost like sisters. I was just telling Natalia how proud of her I was. It's about time you guys recognized her talent, I was afraid I was going to start threatening people."

Markus gave the feisty little raven haired a slow smile, "Well we wouldn't want that now would we." Natalia cleared her throat; he switched his smile over to her. There was no need for her to be jealous, be he was slightly glad that she was showing some emotion for him. "Ready to go?"

Natalia plastered a confident smile on her face, "Sorry Vickie and I have plans."

"Oh Lia, I just remembered I promised my mom I'll stop by tonight. I'm going to have to take a rain check on the celebration, ok?" Vickie said quickly, grabbing her purse and making a quick exit. "Have fun you two. I'll call you later Lia."

"Vick!" Natalia called out but it was in vain. Markus watched her move down the hall without a backwards glance. "Great, you scared my friend off."

Turning back to Natalia he said, "I doubt very much can scare away your friend."

She ignored that, "What are you doing here Mark?"

"Settling in to the new place?" he could ignore things too.

"Sort of. It's almost three times as big as my old space. It fills empty."

"You just need to fill it with more stuff. But not today, I've made reservations for dinner, we need to leave now." He said.

"Reservations? For where?" She asked with interest. She turned and turned off her computer, and then grabbed a large brown bag.

"A restaurant I discovered the second day I was here. You're going to love it." He assured her.

"How would you know? What type of cuisine?" she asked as she moved towards him and the door.

Before she could usher him out the door, he wrapped his arm around her waist and bent to take her lips. The moment she grasped in surprise he thrust his tongue in and swallowed moan. "I've missed you." He said when he finally let her mouth go. It had only been three hours since he last tasted her, but those had been the longest three hours. It was torture to have her so close but yet so far.

She dropped her gaze to his tie, "I've sort of missed you too. Kinda."

"Yeah? Hmm, we can stay a few more minutes."He suggested.

She pushed him away and turned off the lights in the room. He stepped back and watched as she closed and locked the door.

"My place or yours?" Markus asked as he navigated the sports car out of the restaurant's parking lot.

Natalia looked at him a bit confused, "Hold on there mister. I agreed to have dinner with you, nothing else. Technically I didn't even agree to dinner, I just decided not to put up much fight when you corralled me in my office."

"Did you not enjoy yourself?" He asked.

"Maybe." She said sulkily.

"Did we not talk and learn more about one another?"

"Yes." She drawled.

"Was that not one of your complaints about this relationship?" He asked smoothly.

"Oh no not that easy, Mark. You know that's not what I meant."

"You're stalling."

"Do I not have a say in this?" She whispered, turning her face away from him.

He looked at her and then pulled the car over quickly, pulling into a parallel parking spot, miraculously not hitting the car in front of them or behind them. Undoing his seatbelt, he pushed his seat back, he then leaned over and un-hooked hers. Dragging her across the front seat, he positioned her so that she was half reclining in his lap. When she still refused to look at him, he took her face in his hands. "Don't make it seem like I'm truly forcing this on you. If there was any doubt in my mind that this isn't what you wanted. I would back off. But as long as you want this and respond to me. I'm going to be there, in your face at all times. If you want a choice, here's one stop pushing me away and start enjoying whatever it is we've stumbled upon. Or waste both our times by fighting it. I personally would rather spend the rest of the night loving you. But I can sit here all night and argue with you. But I'll tell you now, no matter what it's going to end the same. You in my bed."

"I'm just a little unsure about it all. We'll literally from two different worlds. And it's going to be hard to keep our relationship a secret at work. You don't know those people as I do. They're vicious little gossip trolls."

"Our worlds aren't that different. I want to share my world with you and I want to know yours. Trust me to handle things at work."

"I-I-alright, I'm willing to give us a chance. But I'm not sleeping with you tonight. I have work in the morning." She placed a small kiss on his lips and started to move back to her part of the car.

He forestalled her long enough to claim her lips in a heated kiss. When she moaned in his mouth and snaked her hands threw his hair, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her upper half flushed with his. The two of them were so into each other that neither noticed the crowd that had started to form on the sidewalk beside the car. When one onlooker hooted at the sight of Markus' hand starting to go under Natalia's skirt, they both broke apart in a hurry. Natalia scrambled back to her side of the car and put her head in her lap. Markus waved to the crowd and pulled off.

"Your place of mines?"

"Can I have something to drink?" Natalia asked Markus as they stepped off his private elevator.

"Sure. Have a seat in there." He pointed towards the living room. He thought it was rather funny that she would get nervous now. It wasn't as if it was there first time together. He on the other hand was excited and ready. He hadn't been this excited about the start of a new relationship in a long time. When he had decided to go the bar, last weekend, instead of attending a social event hosted by the governor it had been pure impulse. He had been looking for a temporary plaything to ease the tension and loneliness of being in a new country alone. When Natalia had walked in the bar a few minutes later, he had been captivated. The hot red halter had been tight, cupping her delectable breasts, and showed off her cute belly button, he had been instantly aroused. Her long hair had been loose and flowing about her shoulders. She had shown off her long legs with a short jean skirt that was almost indecent to his eyes. Even her pink toes had managed to turn him on. She had been accosted by a young man within five minutes. He had pulled her onto the dance floor and had used the cover of dancing to run his hands over her body. Markus had known an intense but unexplainable anger at the sight. As he watched her dance with more and more men he decided she wasn't the one for him, even though he as sure none of the clueless boys would be getting a chance to take her home. He instead he had flirted and dance with a few women who matched what he had been looking for originally. But he had grown bored very soon, when she had finally made eye contact with him, his interest had been renewed. Suddenly he had been determined to get her in his bed.

Going over to the wet bar he poured her and himself a glass of wine. He took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, before moving over to her on the long dark brown suede couch that sat in front of the fireplace. Once he handed her the glass he reached for a small black rectangle on the coffee table and activated a fire in the fireplace. He then went and sat in the over sized chair that sat to her right.

"Ooo, impressive." Natalia cooed.

"It gets better." He grabbed another rectangle and pushed a button, soft sensual music wafted from unseen speakers. He pushed another button and the lights dimmed.

"Is there a button for chocolate dipped strawberries?" She asked hopefully.

"No sorry." He chuckled. Settling into the chair, he sat his glass down on the side table. He then told her to come and stand in front of him. She hesitated for just a second before complying.

"Are you going to make me dance for you again?" She asked curiously.

"Not right now, maybe later. You like to dance, don't you." She shrugged her shoulders in response. "I like watching you dance. Why are you nervous Natalia?"

"I'm not nervous." She lied. He raised an eyebrow at that. "It's different now."

"I'm still the same and your still the same person, so how is it different?"

"No we aren't the same, before we were strangers. Now, now I know what your mother's name is. It's different."

"You're overreacting Natalia. Take off your suit jacket and blouse."

She took the garments off while saying, "I'm not overreacting, I just…"

"You just what?"

"I just want to make you happy, that's all. "

"Then be yourself and trust me to take care of the rest. Take off your skirt now." She reached behind her and undid the zipper, the skirt slithered down her legs. "Where are you panties?"

"I threw them away after I left your office. I couldn't stand to wear them all day." He saw that she was starting to blush.

"You've been walking around this whole time without any panties on?" His control was slipping quickly. "Take off the bra, now." That came out harsher than he meant it to be. "And then come here."

She took off the bra and threw on the couch when she leaned down to take of her heels he forestalled her. She came to stand right in front of him. "Undress me." She smiled and then knelt in front of him. Pulling his tie up over his head, she then slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then she grabbed his collar and pulled him towards her so she could pull his shirt off him. When his chest was bared to her, she placed small kisses along the center of his chest. Markus shifted his hips down and closed his eyes. When her wet tongue ran over one his male nipples, he groaned in pleasure. He then felt her small hands move to his belt buckle. After a few minutes of struggling she managed to undo his belt and pant's zipper, her hands went quickly into his boxers. She hooked her hands in them and tried pulling them and his pants down at the same time. He lifted his hips and helped by wiggling when she got stuck around his knees. She had to remove his shoes and socks before he could be as naked as she was.

"Now what?" the excitement in her voice was evident. Her eyes glued to his member.

"Tell me what you want to do now."

"I want to taste you." She said as she reached for him. He grabbed her hands, and waited for her to look at him, her gaze started off confused but then cleared. "Please." He released her hands and settled back onto the chair.

When she first pressed her lips to his heated sex, he was unsure how long he could last. She then wrapped a small hand around the shaft and proceed to stroke him while she gave the head long licks. He shoved his hands in her hair and released it from the tight bun; he messaged away the pain from the pins as she took him in her mouth. He lasted for a few more minutes of the sweet torture before he pulled her off of him. He plucked her up and settled her on his lap; he spread her thighs and thrust his hips up, effectively joining them together.

"Mark!"

"Ride me." He helped her find the right rhythm, sat back, and watched as she rode them both over the edge.

When they both settle their breathing pattern, he disengaged them and sat her on wobbling legs as he switched off the fire and stood. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and climbed in beside her. When he rolled over to her and started placing small wet kisses along her jaw, she moaned then pushed him away.

"What's wrong?" he demanded.

"I was just wondering something?" She started, and then she stopped, her face a bright red.

He became instantly intrigued, "What is it?"

Instead of answering him, she flipped over and pushed her face into the pillow. "Ca-can we do that tying up thingy again?" she mumbled into the pillow.

Markus was stunned, he thought he would have to convince her as he did the first time. She was such a delightful surprise. "I did go and buy new silk ties the other day."

She turned her head towards him, and he thought she was going to get angry at his assertiveness again. Instead, she said, "What else did you buy?"

He didn't answer just gave a purely wicked smile. She returned his smile with a smile of her own. "Have I mention how well this is gonna work?"

He laughed as he left the bed to get the silk ties.

The End?