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It was your first day at your new job. An accountant. A boring job for a boring person, you never did much. Maybe went to a party or two. This job was perfect to live comfortably in your New York City apartment. It was just you in the one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and the occasional one night stand for whom you would cook breakfast in the morning. You loved to cook.
Your boss comes over. "Can you please come see me in my office at 2PM?" You nod. It was 1:43 now, so not too long of waiting, but you wondered what he needed to see you for.
2PM rolls around, you knock on your boss's door. "Come in." You hear him say. You walk in.
"You wanted to see me?" You say, standing over 3 inches taller than him. He looks up at you and gestures you to sit down. You take a seat.
"I really don't think you'll be a good fit here." He says. You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "The people here aren't very accepting... is what I mean..." He follows.
"Sorry?" You say, crossing your muscular arms over your chest. Your shirt is almost bursting at the seams. "It's my first day." You say with a glint of curiosity in your tone.
"I know. But I really think it's better if you find another job. I'll give you your pay from today in cash. Please just take your things from your desk and go." He says, looking down.
"Okay..." You get up, taking the cash from his hands and walking to your desk. Watchful eyes on you as you pack up everything from the filing cabinet beside your desk. You hoist everything up in your arms and walk out, smiling slightly at everyone's confused eyes.
You end up at the bar that night, spending the $96 you got from that day on drinking your problems away. You don't usually turn to alcohol but you haven't even processed what's happened. You watch the baseball game. Yankees vs. Cardinals. Taking sips of your chilled bottle of beer, you feel someone sit beside you. You don't bother to look over, consumed by your own thoughts about the day. "A merlot please." You hear from next to you. Her voice sounds smooth like satin. You start to ground yourself in the present, and smell her amazing perfume. You can't help but look what beautiful woman has planted herself at the sticky barstool next to you. Your eyes widen at the beautiful redheaded woman, probably in her mid-30s, gorgeous green eyes.
"Hello," you say, "I'm Y/N." You flash a confident smile.
"Hi Y/N, I'm Wanda." She smiles softly while looking up through her lashes at you. She seems so shy. So innocent. But it seemed through those emerald eyes was something darker. Something that awakened a side of you that you weren't familiar with. You turn yourself in your seat to face her, manspreading around her body. You enclose her in your warmth and she takes a deep breath.
"That'll be $9 ma'am." The bartender says to her. She pulls out her wallet and you push her hands down towards the bar, holding them there with your left hand as you grab your card with your right and hand it to the bartender.
"Please, let me." You wink at her, your raspy voice carrying itself through her ears like an angel's choir. "Where's your boyfriend?" You say to her.
"Oh! My God! Nowhere!" She looks at the floor, laughing. You tilt your head while smiling at her. She's so... cute.
"You religious?" You say, toying with the cross charm on her necklace while staring into her eyes with your darkened ones.
"Oh yes. I go to church every Sunday." She says with a prideful smile.
"I see." You say, letting your hand fall from her pendant down to her knee. She pulls her knee away slightly.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I thought there was..." You scramble, pointing at the two of you. "I thought the feelings were... reciprocated. My sincerest apologies, Wanda." The way you say her name making her readjust in her seat.
"No! It's totally fine. I just don't... I'm not... I'm straight." She says nervously. She puts a hand on your strong shoulder, rubbing her thumb in a comforting manner, showing you all was forgiven.
After some small talk, Wanda finishes her wine. You whistle "Bartender! Another merlot!" Promptly, her merlot is delivered to her shirt. The spill getting all over her nice blouse and your pants.
"Oh my gosh!" Says Wanda, shocked.
"I am so sorry! Let me grab you a rag." Says the bartender, very apologetic.
"Fuck." You sneer through your teeth. "These are my nice pants." Wanda grabs the rags from the bartender who had hurried back, placing them on her shirt and your pants. She puts the rag on your knee and presses it on to absorb the wine. Taking a look at her shirt you ask, "Do you need to change?" Remembering from your prevuous small talk that she lives a while away and comes here on occasion to get away.
"I really do." She says, an apologetic look on her face.
"Come on." You grab her hand and lead her to your car. You open the passenger door of your Mercedes C300, lowering her in by her hand. You run around to your side, starting the car promptly and driving to your house. The car ride was filled with laughter about the situation and how ridiculous you bith look covered in red wine.
Pulling up to the garage of your building, you unlock the doors to make getting inside that little bit faster. You park and go to let her out of the car. You both run to the elevator, giggling and smiling. "Okay when we get up there I'll grab you a shirt, I'm so sorry this happened" You say with a playful grin on your face. While waiting for the elevator, you realise you left your key on top of the car. "Oh shit. I'll be back hold the door for me!" You bolt to your car, and the door starts to shut when you are on your way back. Wanda panics, nervous to shove her arm through closing elevator doors. "Put your hand through!" you yell to her, and she obeys, but not in time.
"Ow, fuck!" She yelps, her finger getting crushed in the elevator door. You wait for the elevator to come back so you can go to the lobby of your building and meet her there. You hop in the elevator and rush to get there. The elevator doors open and none other than Wanda is waiting for you, tears running down her face, gripping her hand.
You lean down to her, "Let me see it." you say. She opens her hand to reveal her swollen finger. You put your arm around her shoulder, leading her to the main elevators, where you push the button for the 12th floor.
"It really hurts." She says, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"I know, let's get you some ice." You say, opening your apartment door. You throw your keys on the cold marble island in your kitchen, and gesture for Wanda to sit at one of the stools that are placed in front of it. "Here we go." You say, wrapping up ice in a thin towel and placing it on her hand.
A few minutes later, you suggest getting out of the wine-soaked clothes. "Oh." She says. "I can't unbutton my shirt without my hand."
"I can... do it?" You suggest, nervously. She shyly nods. You walk over and place yourself between her legs at the stool, looking down at her chest, unbuttoning her blouse. She takes a sharp breath in when your fingers first touch her. "You okay?" You say, noticing.
"Oh me? Little old me? I'm great!" She says, weirdly. You look back down at her bare chest and stomach, finishing the task of unbuttoning her shirt.
"All good. Stand up and turn around." She listens, and turns around for you to take her shirt off. Here she is, in front of you, standing in her black lace bra. She turns around again to look at you. Wordlessly, somehow, you communicate the want for each other.
"Your hands, these holy hands, please, make me a sinner..." She says softly. Immediately, your hands are kneading her breasts and kissing on her neck.
"God how I've wanted this the past 4 hours." You mutter into the skin of her neck. She moans and leans back her head yo give you more access. You suck spot after spot on the gorgeous porcelain skin of hers. Lifting her up onto your waist, you bring her to your bedroom. You gently toss her on the bed. "Right now, I am your only God. You worship me and me only. I don't give a fuck what this is." You say, pressing the cross pendant into her chest slightly. "Understood?" She nods. "I said understood?" You deliver a slap to her breast, emphasizing your words.
"Yes daddy I understand." She says, looking up at you. The combination of "Daddy" and the submissive position she is in, laid out on your bed, awakens something primal in you.
"God fucking damnit you." You unbuckle her bra, taking it off of her in an instant. Her pants and panties are gone before she even blinked. You sit her up on the bed, standing in front of her. "Undo them." You say, pointing at your pants. Her delicate hands scramble to your belt and buttoned pants. She reveals the strapon you are sporting, and you push her back down on the bed. Spreading her legs, you align yourself with her entrance.
"Beg."
"What?"
"I said beg." You slap her other breast.
"Ow, daddy please. I want your cock deep in me, rearranging my insides and making me feel better than any man ever could. Please... give it to me now." She pleads.
"What a good girl." You coo, moving her hair out of her face. Immediately following that, you slam into her. She screams in pleasure. The size of your strap bigger than any man she's ever been with. She leans up and grabs the back of your open shirt, clinging at any fabric she can find that isn't glued to your muscular back. As she is ripping your shirt off, you continue pounding into her and an animalistic pace. She scratches down your shoulder blades, leaving deep crimson marks after her nails.
"Fuck daddy, please faster. Harder. God you feel so good!" She yells.
With no response, you start thrusting faster into the gorgeous woman undone below you. Her hair sprawled all over your bed, her face screwed up, muscles tightened from the pleasure you continue to give her, you try to think of a time you saw a more beautiful woman. "Fuck fuck fuck!" you feel her tightening around your strap. Reaching your thumb down to toy with her clit, you immediately watch her come undone.
"What a good girl." You say. Letting go of your shoulders, Wanda relaxes into your bed. Almost immediately with some strokes on her forehead, she's asleep. You cover her up and move her to the right side of your bed, settling on the left side. You turn the lights out, and falling asleep beside her.
The next morning, she wakes up to the smell of a fresh breakfast. Walking out in your dress shirt from the night before, she finds you in the kitchen with music playing softly, in your tight tee and boxers, plating two portions of a delicious breakfast you had made. She sits at the island and watches you hum lowly to the music. You turn around to place the dishes down. "Ah, just the person I wanted to see." You say, warranting a smile from her beautiful lips.
"Good morning." She says, tucking her hair behind her ear. You hand her a fork and she dives in to the breakfast. "Mmm, this is delicious." She says, with a shocked look on her face.
"That's great, you're strange if you don't like my cooking." You playfully tease.
You walk away for a minute and bring her cleaned clothes from the night before, setting them on the counter next to her. "I may leave these here for next time." She says.
"I see..." You say, smirking. "You should be on your way though, my parents are coming in an hour."
"Oh!" She starts to eat faster, and puts on her clothes.
A few minutes later, you walk her to the door. "I saved my contact in your phone already, Wanda." You say, closing the door behind her.