Continental Breakfast by Ella Dominguez Page A

from his office, I knew at that moment, it was time for me to move on. Not wanting to make any rash decisions, I decide to wait at least a few days to give myself time to think more clearly and fight my way through the cloud of jealousy muddling my judgment before handing in my letter of resignation. Also, I don’t want to appear needy or desperate, or give the illusion of jealousy, even if that’s the case.
    It is only two days following Leggy Blonde’s orgasmic visit and the insatiable Mr. Pettifor is calling for his continental breakfast. Being a bit put off, I hesitate. It’s the first time I’ve ever given a second thought to not obeying his command. When I don’t present myself immediately, an irritated Mr. Pettifor buzzes me.
    Walking into his office, I am greeted with a raised eyebrow and a stern look.
    “ Why did you make me wait?”
    “ My apologies, Mr. Pettifor.”
    ‘I’m hungry,” he states impatiently. “Did you purchase more Trojans?” he asks as I approach his desk.
    “Yes, Sir, t hey’re in your top drawer.” I know he knows this because I’m positive he used one with Leggy Blonde, but I’ll play along.
    He finds one and hands it to me. While I unwrap the slimy wet skin, he pulls his dick out of his pants and I place it over his hardened cock, rolling it d own gently all while avoiding eye contact.
    Why am I so hurt by his sexual tryst? We’ve never agreed to monogamy. In fact, I’m sure he’s been with other women. He is a man of great wealth; of course he’s been with other women. I guess I’m so hurt because he had Leggy Blonde here at work, at our place . Within these four walls of his office, Mr. Pettifor belongs to me.
    Mr. Pettifor lifts my face to meet his eyes.
    “What is it?”
    “Nothing, Mr. Pettifor,” I say unconvincingly.
    I lie down on his desk and open myself up to him just like any other time, though this time it feels different. He proceeds to worship my pussy, but I’m just not into it. I have to concentrate in order to cum and practically force myself into submission when he pushes his rigid shaft into me. He must sense my lack of enthusiasm because when he finishes, he castigates me.
    “Next time you’re not in the mood, I’d appreciate if you just said so. I don’t particularly enjoy it when you’re not actively participating.”
    His tone is clipped and his eyes are burning a hole right through me.
    “Yes, Mr. Pettifor.”
     

Chapter 2
    The rest of the afternoon is uneventful. I have started writing my resignation and resume, and already have a few job prospects I’m looking into. I’m expected to attend a work dinner this evening. Normally I look forward to the extra time I’m able to spend with Mr. Pettifor and the way he touches me in public, his hand on my lower back, his fingers skimming over my arm as he talks about foreign policies. I enjoy getting all dolled up for him and the hungry look in his eyes when he brings me back to his office for the rare late-night sexcapade. However, tonight, I will decline his invitation.
    I buzz him and request a meeting. When I enter his office, his eyes are on the computer as he types maniacally and speaks into his Bluetooth headset. He’s a force to be reckoned with and it’s a beautiful thing to see Mr. Pettifor in CEO mode. He ends the phone call and addresses me.
    “What is it, Ms. Darcy?”
    “I won’t be attending the dinner with you this evening.”
    “Don’t be silly. Of course you are,” he simply states and goes right back to work. “I have something picked out for you to wear and a stunning new necklace with teardrop earrings. You’ll find them over there,” he says, pointing towards his clothes closet.
    I do love when he dresses me up, but no, I need to start distancing myself from him and the sooner the better.
    “Thank you, Mr. Pettifor, but I am not attending the dinner this evening. I will have the clothes sent back to Sachs immediately,” I tell him.
    I walk towards the door