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R evenge was a dish best served cold.

Though it sounded like an idiom Sun Tzu would have thrown about in his art of war, the proverb’s most attributed origin came from an English translation of Eugène Sue’s novel, Memoirs of Matilda , in 1846.

Its literal meaning was that the sweetest revenge was the one that is planned and savoured, rather than rushed for quick gratification.

And as far as Scarlett Holmes was concerned, a fallacy. A complete load of bollocks.

Or at least, until yesterday . The memory sent a shiver of heat rippling through her as she watched the timer on the cross trainer count down. Above it, the wall mounted tv screen played footage of a jogger’s view running through the ‘New Forest’. While attending her boarding school down in Somerset, she had developed a love of the outdoors and, by her last year, had spent an hour every morning jogging down the roads and lanes of the country. However, Gloucester’s Urban jungle didn’t have quite so many offerings, so she contented herself with an hour’s session on the trainer every morning.

However, between the deep ache in her lower quarters and the fact her legs were still wobbly, she’d had to make do with thirty minutes this morning.

Driven only by the vision of the man who’d done this to her, and his smug face as she’d sent him ducking from her office, she tried to ignore the throbbing through her ass and the phantom of his cock stretching and filling her. Such feelings had kept her awake half the night, but that had been enough to start plotting her revenge.

His papers already sat on her desk. When all was said and done, it had taken five minutes for her to pull them up from the HR department and only a minute more to prepare the dismissal forms. She’d been only a moment away from sealing his fate when she felt the icy fingers of reality creep up her spine.

She couldn’t sack him.

First, there was no cause. Richard had been a model employee, one of the few that had deserved his forthcoming promotion.

Second was his promotion. To fire a man just days after she had recommended him for promotion would make her appear incompetent, something she couldn’t allow the board to think. There were too many aligned against her already, just waiting for a slip up like this to remove her from operations. Sure, she had her shares, which would guarantee her a hand in the game, but they amounted to so little on their own, her only real hope of becoming a player was to form political alliances with other members, which would all be out of her favour.

No, she needed her reputation intact for the coming brokerage.

And that was the real clincher. Her reputation. The only way to fire Richard Martin would be to confess their tryst and her not entirely aggregable loss of her anal virginity.

And she’d be damned if she ever let that happen.

She’d worked too long and hard on cultivating her no nonsense tight-arsed bitch image to throw it all away now. The rumours that circulated about her carnal liaisons, though not entirely untrue, were just that. Rumours. Easily dismissed as water cooler gossip while at the same time adding to her legend.

Having something official in writing confirming one would throw all deniability away and turn her into nothing but the office slut.

And while the thought of the thorn that would be in her father’s side was amusing, it would certainly undermine her own ambitions as well.

No, she couldn’t fire him, but there were other ways she could have her revenge.

And that got the wheels in head turning until, as she tossed and turned in her bed trying to get comfy, she devised her plan.

It wasn’t exactly worthy of Glenn Close’s Bunny Boiler routine, but it was a start.

And as that thought brought a smile to her ruby lips, the timer on the cross gave a loud double beep as it flashed 00:00. Automatically it started the cool down time but Scarlet wasn’t in the mood to indulge it any further and slowed her movements down to a stop before carefully stepping down. Immediately she had to grab the side table where she kept her water bottle and towel as her knee almost buckled and a spasm of sensation that danced between pleasure and pain seared up her backside.

For her, anal had always been a firm no.

How would Arthur C. Clarke have put it? All these worlds are yours except Europa. Land there at your peril.

Many of her lovers had wanted to try it, and why not? She had a magnificent ass, and she’d always enjoyed teasing them with it before slapping them down.

Men had always been little more than living dildos. Some had some brains but most were worth nothing more than the thing between their legs.

But he’d been different. He had ignored her protestations and, worse of all, she’d wanted him too.

She’d enjoyed it. He’d made her love every fucking second of having his cock in her arse, and worse, she wanted more. She was addicted. Like a fucking heroin addict, the need to feel that dark and dirty pleasure, the thrill of being so utterly and completely dominated, surged through her veins, in her very blood, overwhelming her every sense.

Just the thought of it made her tingle and throb.

She wanted that bastard again, and what she wanted, she always got.

With that thought bringing a smile to her lips, she willed the strength back into her legs and manoeuvred over to the desk on the opposite side of the room. It was more convenient to have the cross trainer in her home office. She’d often held early morning phone and video conferences with Holmes & Raine’s over department heads while also doing her morning exercises. There were some perks to being the boss’s daughter, after all.

There were no meetings on the books for this morning, however. Not yet. Dawn was still an hour away and even the earliest risers would still be in bed. Instead, there were other matters that required her attention and upon booting up the computer, logged into the twinning connection that linked her home and work systems.

The footage window opened up right where she’d left it, filling the monitor with a split screen view of her office. One was up in the top eastern corner and showed her disorganised desk at the workplace office. The other was exactly opposite, in the space above the door and had a perfect view of her pressed against the floor to ceiling window, with Richard behind her, nailing her against the deliciously cool glass. The tight muscles of his legs, thighs and ass flexing and rippling with each hard thrust. From this angle, she had to admit he had a very cute butt, and she made a mental note to bite it sometime… she owed him that much, at least.

Men never learned. The feeds that had captured Richard’s indiscretion in his office were also running in hers, and had witnessed everything.

The image was crystal clear and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The angle perfect to show his cock gliding through her folds to the root, then coming out slick and wet with her cream as they moved with him, clinging to him, refusing to let go as their bodies collided to a song of slick pounding flesh that she could still feel rippling through her. Stretching and filling her up so completely, they made her head spin.

Who would ever have guessed the bastard had a million-pound cock? Rather than just a stick up his arse?

It felt strange watching herself getting fucked. Her heart was racing, fluttering like a bird in a cage at the eroticism of watching herself get fucked. The feelings, so intense, she was hooked, transfixed, completely unable to look away.

She hadn’t intended anything that had happened between them, but when the opportunity had knocked, she was loath to pass it by. He was a good-looking man after all, and she wasn’t afraid to enjoy good looking men. That his wife had challenged her at the party only made it all the sweeter. The bitch needed to be reminded of her place in the system.

“Mmm… I could fuck your cunt all day, you bad girl,” he growled, only just low enough for the sensors to pick up, sending shivers along her spine as she remembered the feel of his teeth on her skin, before he suddenly pulled out, leaving her feeling cold and empty. “ But now I want to find out how tight your ass really is.”

The low predatory rasp cut straight through her, rumbling all the way down to her pussy, making her so wet even as the meaning dawned with the feeling of his hands on her ass.

“Wait… you don’t mean? Oh no…” her on-screen self gasped, shaking her head, peering back up at him with wide, pleading eyes as he spread the pale cheeks of her upturned buttocks wide to show off the pucker of her anus.

The red handprint he’d branded her with standing out all the more obvious against her soft golden skin.

“Oh yes, your ass is mine,” the beast on the screen promised , and as he pushed in, her body remembered the burn and stretch of the entry. It had hurt so good then, but now, watching and feeling it happen, made her so hot she was ready to melt. Her skin was tight and tingling with such arousal. Even the brush of her clothes felt like a lover’s hands creasing all over her body.

She bit her lips, almost purring a soft moan as she watched his hips moving back and forth, working his cock in and out until she was sure she couldn’t take any more. Her ass was stretched wide and gripping it with all her might, refusing to let it go.

“ Yes !” her camera self gasped, voice rising with the forbidden pleasure he was stirring inside her. Richard’s raw animal grunts filled her ears and seemed to tremble through his body into hers with the sounds of his body slapping against hers as he drove into her ass harder and harder until she felt about to burst. “Oh, my fucking God… this feeling, it’s so… so intense, I- I love it…. don’t stop, don’t stop…”

No matter how much she first tried to control herself, it was all too much.

Wetting her lips with a sweep of her tongue, she felt the answering ache in her own flowing core and wished she was back in that office. Hungry and greedy for more of the sensation of his cock ravaging her ass. Just the memory of him filling her, sent heat rushing through her, stirring a needy throbbing in her clit that couldn’t be denied. It called to her hand, drawing her fingers under the waistband of her gym shorts, into the slick heat beneath.

Stroking around and around her aching clit, stoking the sensations pulsing through her as her ass clenched in time to the pummelling it was receiving on screen.

Fuck it, he had had his fun. Now it was time for hers.

And she meant for them to have a lot of fun.

Richard and Alice will return.

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