You’ve avoided me all day. I guess you didn’t enjoy our meetup yesterday as much as I did, or maybe you’re unhappy with our new arrangement.

Regardless, it irritated the hell out of me. I had … plans for you this morning, but instead I’ve just had to sit here at my desk, pretending to work - pretending like I’m not just Imagining the next time I get you alone.

My office has a good view of the elevator and I watched to see if you’d leave for lunch. No one uses the stairs in the place, so when I heard the metal, fire door close I knew it was you - still avoiding me.

I hopped up from my desk and rushed to the stairway - as fast as I could go without looking like a freak sprinting down the office hallway. I slipped through the door and closed it quietly behind me.

You were already a floor below me, so now I ran to catch up. You made it to the landing between the next two floors before I caught you.

I grabbed your arm and turned you toward me. “You’ve been avoiding me,” I said.

“Get off me,” you seethed. “I’m not in the mood.”

I smiled. “That’s not how this works … not unless you want your boyfriend to see the video of you eagerly taking my dick.”

I guess you didn’t have a response to that. You just glared at me like you thought you could make my head explode just by willing it.

I stepped in close to you. “Did you think you could avoid me and I’d just forget about you? That maybe I’d just wanted you that one extra time and then I’d be done? Or maybe I’d feel guilty and give the whole thing up?”

I spun you around and pushed you up against the wall - not hard, but firmly. I pressed myself against your ass and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “Do you think I just lucked into fucking you where I had a camera hidden? That I got you to come to my house by some happy accident?”

As I spoke I unbuttoned your shirt down to your stomach. I slipped my hand inside your shirt and fondled your tits through your bra.

“It was no accident,” I continued. “I planned this. I planned every step and there’s no way in hell I’m giving you up. No way am I letting all my hard work go to waste.”

I continued groping your tits as my other hand slid down your body, between your legs, and started rubbing your pussy through your pants.

“I own you now. I’ve got 364 more days with you, and I’m going to enjoy every single one of them.

“Do you even understand how much work I put into this? How I plotted and seduced so I could have you whenever I want?”

I unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, sliding my hand inside, and continued rubbing your pussy through your panties.

“The first time I saw you I knew we’d end up like this. I saw you … and I just knew. Knew it had to be. Knew I had to make it happen.

“I spent weeks developing a plan. A detailed, step by step strategy to get you to come home with me. I knew I needed to take it slow, make it seem natural, make you excited to see me - otherwise I would have just scared you off. I knew you weren’t the type of girl to just casually cheat on your boyfriend. I had to put in the work to make you want it and I was willing to work at it for months - years if need be - to get you where I wanted you.”

I pulled your bra down, exposing your tits. I groped and massaged each, pawing at you like a hungry animal. I let my fingers brush your nipples, and gently squeezed each between my fingers, all while I continued brush my fingers over the fabric of your panties.

“I played it so casual at first, saying ‘hello’ in the hallway. Smiling as I walked past your desk. Then gradually started making small talk, just a minute or two here and there - just casually becoming your friend.

“I let myself do a hint of excitement whenever I’d see you - just a little. Like someone that enjoys the pleasure of your company … not some creep that just wants to get into your pants.

“Slowly our conversations grew longer … so surprising that we had so much in common.” I I laughed softly to myself, thinking of all the things I had to pretend to be interested in just to keep you talking.

“Then I started complimenting you. Oh, I’m not an idiot. I didn’t come on like some boy about to ask for your Snap. It was months before I even mentioned something physical.

“No, I started with things I knew you really valued. Your intelligence. Your creativity. Subtly little things like :

‘You killed that presentation yesterday’

And

‘I’m secretly trying to steal you from your boss. I need someone with your creative approach to problem solving on my team.’

“God you just ate it up. You loved the praise, but still I was careful. We’d talk for several minutes, I’d end the conversation with a casual, sincere … well, ‘sincere’ compliment. Then I’d avoid you for a couple days.

“I didn’t want to scare you away, didn’t want to seem too interested … I wanted you to look forward to seeing me, even miss me a little when I wasn’t around.”

I let my lips brush against your neck as I spoke. You didn’t move, didn’t say a word. You just stood there, perfectly still, letting me play with your body. I figure you knew you didn’t have a choice and resigned yourself to letting me have my fund. But I noticed how you relaxed a little as I talked. Your body wasn’t quite so stiff. And when I slid both my hands up your body to massage your tits, and trailed them back down the inside of your thighs - I swear you leaned back into me … just a little.

“I remember the first time I made a semi-flirtatious joke. I was actually kind of nervous. But you smiled and responded with precisely the same level of flirtatiousness. You were into it. You were starting to actually like me.”

“Weeks became months. Casual humor became inside jokes. Nods of greeting became prolonged eye contact. And the first time I mentioned how good you looked in some dress, your cheeks flushed and your eyes absolutely lit up.”

I spun you around again. You put your hands out to catch the stair rail, but you didn’t even try to fight me off. I pulled your pants and panties down to your knees, unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my pants just enough to pull out my dick.

I put one hand on your hip and held my dick with the other. I pressed in behind you and slid the tip of my cock up and down against your pussy.

“So don’t pretend like you weren’t excited when I invited you out for drinks with some coworkers. Don’t pretend like you didn’t know exactly where we would end up that night when you let me buy you those couple extra drinks after everyone left.”

I slowly pushed myself inside you. “You can pretend like you don’t still want this,” I said, “but you can’t pretend like that pussy isn’t wet right now.”

I slid into you slowly, smoothly. I fucked you gently at first, just enjoying the feel of you there in the stairwell. I held onto your hips with both hands, pulling you back onto me, as I gradually increased the pace of my thrusts.

“I own you now,” I said. “I’ll have you whenever, wherever, and however I want. And you’re going to give yourself to me, or I will destroy you entire life.”

I grabbed the back of your head, by your hair, and pulled you back to me - arching your back as I began thrusting into you harder and harder.

“But you don’t have to worry about that. We both know you’re going to give me what I want. You can pretend to hate me- hell you might actually hate me - but you know deep down you love the way I fuck you.”

You tried to hide your orgasm. I guess you didn’t want me to see you cumming on my dick, didn’t want to give me that. But I knew. I felt your body tense up, felt your legs tremble as you came. The feeling pushed me over the edge as well and I pulled you tight against me as I pumped you full of my cum.

It was the first time we came together … it was kind of romantic.

When I’d finished with you I took a step back and pulled up my pants. I watched as you did the same, smiled as you buttoned your shirt and tried to arrange yourself so you didn’t look like a whore that just gotten fucked in the stairwell at work.

I smiled wide. Grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into me. I gave you a nice, long kiss on the lips before stepping back again.

“Come find me after work,” I said. “I’ll want you again before you go home.”