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It's funny how something said in passing can consume you. Anne knew about obsessing over things, once when Josie had complimented her denim jacket in grade nine, Anne had worn it every day for a month, until Josie had laughed at her and asked if she was too poor for another jacket. Sometimes late at night, when she can't sleep, she recalls those moments and feels her stomach clench with shame. Things certainly had a way of sticking with Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. Which is why his simple words of praise seemed to echo around in her head non stop. Even though she knew she shouldn't, she couldn't keep that silky voice out of her head, picturing those eyes, dark with pleasure, looking down at her with approval.
"Anne, when you finish with that one, here are three more." Gilbert called out to her. Pulling her from her sinful thoughts.
"Okay." She answered him, taping down the bright wrapping paper, green with cheerful cartoon elves, she would finish it off with some red ribbon.
It wasn't a difficult job, but it was demanding, she had to wrap the presents faster than she normally would because customers where waiting, and there were a lot of them in line, but she found she could let her mind wander as she went into autopilot when wrapping them, tune out the low roar of the shoppers combined with the Christmas music, and just slip into her own mind, while her fingers wrapped, taped and cut. Which had been fine when she was mentally preparing homework for her Student teacher placement class, bothersome now that, when she retreated to her mind, she could only see his face, and imagine his fingers ghosting over her skin, could only hear his silky voice and those words that had shot straight to her core when he had said them. What was supposed to be an easy, temporary Christmas job, wrapping presents at the mall in Charlottetown, had been complicated by her desire for her boss.
Anne finished the gift and brought it over to the woman waiting for it. "Oh! It's beautiful. Thank you." She gushed, slipping a toonie into Anne's hand as she continued to compliment the package. Gilbert motioned for her to come over and join him at the counter, it was two standard shaped items and another that was an L shape, he gave the receipt with all the information that she would need regarding which gift was to have which paper and additional bows and ribbons, she noticed his hand as he passed her the piece of paper, long fingers that she had fantasized about countless times already. A flash of him between her thighs, three fingers buried deep inside of her, hit her, and she couldn't stop the flood of wet, heat that pooled at her center. She tried and failed to ignore the feeling as she took the gifts back to her wrapping station and began her work. It wasn't long before her mind began to drift.
It was the Hobbit that time. She was a brave warrior woman, on an adventure to help Bilbo, Gandalf and the dwarves, Gilbert was a dark and mysterious Mirkwood elf, she'd been captured sneaking through their lands and was taken to one of their generals, to be questioned, he was known to be fierce, and he would have his answers no matter what.
"I'm not afraid of pain or death." She tells him defiantly, and he scoffs.
"Do you know how many beings have said those very words to me? I am thousands of years old, and I can tell you that everyone breaks eventually." He said it so matter of factly that she knew he wasn't lying. She vowed to fight as long as she could. He leaned slightly toward her, his face lighting up with a hint of amusement. "I'll let you in on a secret I have learned. Pain can be an extremely effective tool, slicing a piece here, pulling a different piece off there, it can be very beneficial to me, but I didn't get to where I am now without learning that there are other ways to break a person's will. A threat to a loved one will work for some, a week of being forgotten in a dark, cold cave, without food, inhabited by unknown creatures has also revealed highly valued information, but I won't need those methods for you."
She shivered at the tone of his voice, one that held promises of danger. An uneasy feeling sat like a stone in her stomach and she realized what he was inferring.
A woman didn't achieve her level of swordsmanship, without encountering those that would threaten rape. Until that moment she had managed to avoid it, by being faster and smarter than everyone else. Her luck had finally run out and her heart began to race, really only now recognizing that there could be a worse outcome than death for her. She was shackled to a table, her arms and legs chained to the table, her body stretched out and open for anyone willing to take.
He laughed softly and stared down at her. "Still not afraid?" He taunted, running a hand up the inside of her leg, over her rough woollen trousers, she could feel intense heat through the fabric where his hand stopped moving, just a hair's breadth from her core. Her breath picked up and she couldn't stop herself from trembling, she told herself to close her eyes, to go to a happy memory.
"I'm not surprised you would resort to this. You are disgusting and vile." She said to him, her eyes wide open and staring, despite her own advice to close her eyes and mentally go away.
"You'll be my reward for a job well done." He promised her, squeezing the inside of her thigh before lifting his hand and caressing her cheek, gazing down at her, his thumb stroking slowly over her lips. "You could just tell me, this doesn't have to be unpleasant. I could make it good for us both." And she wanted to, she was suddenly so tempted to tell him about her mission, staring into his dark eyes, she wondered if his lips would feel soft like his thumb on her mouth. No, she blinked a few times, was he using elf magic on her?
"Never." She vowed. He cocked his head to the side and huffed out a laugh.
"Then I'll be sure to make it hurt." He grabbed her shirt and ripped it completely open, leaving her exposed in only a thin undershirt and some strips of linen she used to bind her breasts down, causing her to gasp in surprise and then struggle against her bonds as she felt shame and terror flood her body. She bit her lip to keep herself from begging him to stop, he leaned in, his hot breath on her skin, one of his fingers tracing across her chest, following her collar bones, she stopped moving and stared at him, it was soft and gentle and...
"Anne! You get paid by the present, not the hour!" She heard his voice and snapped to attention, she had finished two of the three gifts, she shot a frown at his already retreating back and vowed to stop thinking about him.
"Spread those thighs and let me taste you." He demanded, normally she would gladly follow any of his orders, at least the sexual ones, and open herself up for his hot mouth and dexterous tongue, but she felt like rebelling this time. She loved his reaction when she refused to do what he said, the dark look he gave her when she shook her head no at him had her pussy trembling in anticipation. They were in the supply room, the kiosk where they worked was out on the mall floor, their supply room was inside the back hallways, used only by mall employees, there was no one else there, and no other co-workers to intrude on them. She was leaning on some cases of wrapping paper, he was pressed against her, his hard lean body against hers, unruly curls a total disaster from her hands, his lips swollen from kissing her, his business casual button down shirt untucked, and several of the buttons unfastened. She was sure she didn't look any different than him, she had no shirt on at all, her skirt had been shoved up over her hips and was around her waist, he'd been tugging on her hair and kissing her senseless so she supposed her hair was a complete mess as well.
"No?" He asked her, grazing his hands up and down her bare thighs.
"No." She whispered back in a teasing tone, gently pushing him away from her, he stepped back with his eyebrows raised in an unspoken question. She considered removing her bra, but there was something thrilling about being in her partially undressed state, their need for each other was so great that they couldn't completely disrobe, so the bra and bunched up skirt stayed on. She lifted herself up onto the boxes behind her with a little hop up and once she was sure the boxes wouldn't collapse, she dragged her hands up her own inner thighs, delighting in the light scratch of her fingernails, keeping her eyes on Gilbert's face, his eyes locked on her hands, his back against the wall, his fingers working at his last few shirt buttons. They stilled and his jaw dropped when she spread her legs and traced two fingers up the already wet seam of her cunt, dipping in to thoroughly coat her digits, sinking two of them inside of herself, his only reaction was a clenching of his jaw, the tendons bulging from the pressure. She reluctantly pulled her fingers out and brought them up to her own mouth and sucked them in, giving him a glimpse of her tongue licking up the length of her fingers. He moved so fast then. that she gasped when he was upon her, his body once again against hers, her now wide open thighs on either side of his hips, he roughly grabbed her wrist, pulled her fingers out of her mouth and pulled them into his own mouth.
"That's for me." He reminded her as he worked his tongue over every inch of those fingers before growling and dropping to his knees between hers. She shivered as she felt his hot breath waft over her, leaning into her, holding her eyes as he opened his mouth and...
She was done. The package was completely finished, wrapped, ribboned and bowed, she heaved out a heavy breath and tried to push the thought of Gilbert between her legs out of her mind, unfortunately he was at the counter talking to the older man that she had wrapped the present for. She watched his lips as she walked over, feeling her stomach flutter at the flash of dimples that lit up his face when he smiled at the customer.
"That's just wonderful." The man said in a Scottish accent as Anne approached.
"It is." Gilbert agreed, and Anne felt herself smile and blush in response to the positive affirmation from Gilbert more than the customer. "Anne always does an incredible job." She practically felt a warm gush between her legs at his praise.
'I would do an incredible job with that cock' She thought as she returned to her station and started cleaning up for the day, saving her storage room fantasy for later when she got home.
"You would refuse your Master?" His voice was low and full of warning. She never had, never wanted to, but this was different.
"I'm scared Milord." She answered.
"You should know by now that the pain only heightens your pleasure." His voice stern and full of annoyance, she should have learned this lesson by now.
"It isn't proper." She whispered, casting a quick glance over her shoulder, hoping he wouldn't have that dark thunderous look on his face, ignoring the clenching of her nether regions, her body loved it when he was in an especially dark mood.
"Who has told you that?" He asked as he smoothed a hand down her back, cupping one of the cheeks of her bottom.
"The Vicar said buggery was a sin against God." She could feel her chin tremble, she was terrified of angering God, but she was dripping with need for her master's wrath.
"Girl, you should know by now not to listen to anything that man says. As for sins, that man commits several a day, including sticking his cock into every hole his servants have." As he told her this, her Master continued to fondle her cheeks, squeezing and kneading them before reaching to the table beside the bed and lifting the glass bottle by the handle and a moment later she felt him pouring it onto her bum, the slightly cool liquid running over the cheeks and down the split between them, his finger followed the path path along her crack and then delved in.
She startled at the first touch, though it was quite gentle, as Master could be sometimes, and he seemed to spread it around before slowly pushing his finger in and then stilling as he waited for her to adjust to his intrusion, he had followed a similar process with her cunt, although she hadn't needed oil as he had repeatedly told her how wet she had been and he seemed to like it when she was. Would he be mad that she wasn't wet for him there?
It didn't hurt, not at first but then he took the finger out and now something a little bigger was trying to enter her arse, she didn't look, she bit her lip and kept her face lowered to the bed, he must have been putting in two or three fingers to stretch her out and make it ready for his cock. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now." He told her and she smiled through the stinging and stretching. "You are doing so well. I am very pleased with you, I am so proud of you." He murmured as his fingers were all the way in and slowly pulling in and out. She moaned when suddenly the rhythm of his fingers started to feel good, and she heard him chuckle softly behind her, and speed up his fingers. "You like this? I knew you would. You love it when I use you like this." He stated, and she did, God help her she loved it when he took her. Each new way would terrify and stimulate her. By the time he got around to actually doing the act, she was aching with need.
She frowned and groaned when he pulled his fingers out and watched as he picked up the bottle again and felt more oil run down her ass, heard the wet sound that she knew was the liquid on the master's cock and his hand working the liquid up and down. "I have wanted to do this since the moment I first saw you, and after all this time, I still haven't decided if I want you to love it and to moan loudly as you come, or if I want you to squeal and beg me to stop. I'll let you decide." Then she felt it pressing against her, much bigger and hotter than his fingers, she resisted the urge to tense up, knowing that would make it worse and took a slow deep breath as he began to push in.
"That's it..." He whispered, one thumb gently stroking her hip where he was gripping her. "...take it. That's my girl."
With a quiet gasp Anne snapped herself out of her fantasy, she was as aroused as she had ever been and still had two hours to go before the booth shut down for the evening. She needed to get control of herself, before she said or did something inappropriate like shoving Gilbert into a chair and mounting him. She sneaked a glance at Gilbert, he was talking to a couple of younger men, writing down their information on a ticket, she couldn't help but appreciate the way his shoulders filled out the cream coloured sweater he was wearing, completely oblivious to the effect he had on her.
"Stupid, sexy Gilbert, walking around leaving women all hot and bothered." She grumbled to herself as she taped the ribbon on her package into place.
"Did you need me Anne?" He asked from right behind her, causing her to jump and feel the heat of her face as it filled with a blush. He hadn't heard her right?
"Nope, just singing along with the Christmas carols." She lied quickly. He frowned slightly as though confused.
"Oh...I thought I heard my name."
"Not from me." She continued her lie and began singing along with George Michael. Why was he just standing there, looking at her? She smiled awkwardly and turned back to her work station, feeling him behind her. Did she need him? Of course she did, she was soaking wet with need for him.
"It won't be weird." She told herself, walking through the nearly empty mall toward the gift wrapping booth, several small gift bags in her hands. She had baked cookies for her co-workers as a little Christmas Eve celebration, but suddenly felt anxiety at giving them to Gilbert. Would he read too much into it? What was there even to read? She baked and packaged the exact same cookies for everyone that worked there. It wouldn't be a big deal.
It wasn't a big deal, she handed out the bags to the three other wrappers and Gilbert, all of them thanking her with sincerity. She put her jacket on the back of her chair and congratulated herself on being perfectly normal and having zero reaction, physically, to him. Until she watched him and the others begin to eat the cookies. She studied his long fingers as he put his hand in the bag, and pulled out a Christmas crinkle, covered in powdered sugar and raised it to his mouth. She had never so eagerly anticipated someone's reaction to her baking, but she was literally holding her breath and those perfect lips opened and he took a bite, politely chewing with his mouth closed. She whimpered softly when his eyes rolled back in his head in pure delight from the cookie, and proceeded to finish the rest in two large bites, licking the powdered sugar greedily from his fingers. Anne bit her lip and squeezed her legs together, desperate for relief, almost crying when his tongue slipped out between his lips and licked away the remnants of powder.
She stood up abruptly and called in his direction. "I need to use the washroom." And then ran off to splash water on her face and try to calm down her urges, she wished she was at home with her vibrator. "Calm down you horny bitch." She whispered down toward her vagina. She took a few calming breaths and then headed back to her torture.
The sun was setting, casting long shadows in the darkening room. Her knees hurt, but she refused to acknowledge it, she looked up and felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body, as he looked down at her. She held his cock in one hand, the head still shiny with her spit, the other was between her own thighs, just slowly tracing circles around her clit, her fingers and inner thighs wet with her slick. He was still wearing a crisp white dress shirt, unbuttoned and a large expanse of his chest and abs were visible, his navy trousers were completely opened and lowered to mid thigh. One hand was in her hair, the other holding her cheek, while his thumb traced her lips, they were swollen and wet from sucking his dick.
"Good Girl." Was all he said, all he needed to say, she hungrily sunk her mouth back down over his cock and began to work her hand up and down the shaft, moaning in pleasure when his hand in her hair tightened.
"Last one!" Elliott announced from beside her. She was pulled from her fantasy and smiled at Elliott, she was nearly done with her final one as well, she looked up to see Gilbert stuffing another one of her cookies into his mouth, she had seen him eat at least five throughout their shift.
'I've got a sweet treat for you.' She thought and then chuckled at herself. That last one would sustain her self pleasure for a while. Those were the innocent words that he had casually uttered at the end of her first week. The words that had sparked her feverish sexual fantasies that he starred in.
She'd instructed a few other wrappers on how to wrap in a faster way that involved less folding and cutting, and when Gilbert had observed and commented with a simple "Good girl." Anne nearly soaked her panties, suddenly realizing a praise kink she hadn't known she had.
They stowed all the supplies in the locked cabinets under the counter and gathered up their things, wishing each other a Merry Christmas, the others waving as they hurried to get home to their families. Anne shot a final look at Gilbert and with a "See you on Boxing Day" she started to leave.
"Wait, I'll walk you." He offered, and her heart dropped and then jumped and then danced around in her chest. 'Don't forget me' Her clit did it's own little jig. He was just a moment behind her and they walked side by side, not too close but not so far that it was awkward. He made general small talk, asking about her plans for Christmas. He was spending it with his brother's family in Charlottetown, which told her he didn't have a girlfriend, he'd spend it with her if he did, right?
The parking lot was dark and empty when they approached her car, she didn't see another car nearby, she was glad he had walked with her, she hated creepy parking lots. "Wait, where are you parked?" She asked him, looking around.
"The other side, I usually come in off Courtland." The mall doors would be locked, he would have to walk at least 15 minutes around the mall to get to his car.
"You didn't have to walk me if it was out of your way."
"I know." He smiled, a little mysterious smile. Who did he think he was? The fucking Mona Lisa? Not wanting to quite say goodbye she offered to drive him to his car.
"That's not necessary." He tried to decline.
"I know." She attempted her own mysterious smile and was rewarded with a chuckle from him.
"Alright, I accept." It only took them a few minutes, but Anne would never forget the those moments, the way his scent filled up the car, the warmth she could feel from him so close to her, the soft sound of his breathing, his gentle laughter as he told her about his first job working at the snack bar on the beach during the summer, it felt like one of her fantasies, but it was so much better, and they both had their clothes still on.
She pulled up next to his car. "Merry Christmas Anne, I'll see you on Boxing Day."
"Merry Christmas Gilbert."
The lights were low, the Christmas tree lights sparkled in the corner, the music was slow and soft, they held each other and danced slowly, hands trailing, stroking and rubbing on backs, necks, arms and shoulders. There had been casual touching all night, a hand on the wrist, a pat on the back, at one point he'd tickled a finger over her knee before squeezing her thigh firmly. It wasn't what she would have considered traditional foreplay. but she was as wet, aching and ready as she had ever been. While he had made no move to speed things up, she was fairly certain they would end up naked in bed, that they wanted each other was plainly obvious, neither tried to hide it. She wondered if he was waiting for her to make the first real move, to give him consent.
Outside they could suddenly hear cheering on the streets. Midnight had arrived. "Happy New Year." She said to him.
"Happy New Year, Anne." He replied before leaning in and kissing her. Wasn't there some belief that the person you kiss on New Year's Eve was the one you spent the year with? What about the one you fucked? She wondered.
She held onto him as if for dear life as he deepened the kiss, his leg sliding between hers, his thigh nudging at her burning center, just that slightest friction had her moaning. That was the dam bursting as their hands began to frantically explore places they hadn't yet. He moved down to cup her ass, gripping her and moving her lower half against his thigh in a slow back and forth motion. 'I'm going to come on his leg.' She thought to herself as she felt the tension building, she snaked one of her hands under his shirt and felt the hot skin of his stomach, there were so many bumps. 'Abs! As if he couldn't get any hotter he had a whole set of abdominal muscles' This new year really was going to be a good one. He trailed kisses from her mouth to her ear, and down her neck, biting and sucking on the spot between her neck and shoulder, combined with his thigh against her clit she had her first orgasm. It wasn't huge or earth shattering, but it was a nice little appetizer before the main course. He picked her up and urged her legs to go around his waist and with her lips on his neck, walked them to her bedroom.
She'd left that door wide open on purpose, so he would know where it was, the sheets clean, tissues on the table, wet wipes, and condoms in the drawer below. She knew what she wanted and she had planned for it. In the bedroom he set her on the floor and began to divest her of her clothing. She had once again planned for this, so despite trying to look attractive for him, she had dressed in easy to remove clothing, and her sexiest thong and bra. Off came her cashmere sweater, she had hoped the softness would invite touching, it had been a great success, he stopped to appreciate her pale skin in her black lacy bra, sucking and kissing the tops of her breasts before moving on to her pants, pushing them down over her hips. They were just black lounge pants, with an elastic waist and a wide leg so they slid right down and she stepped out of them easily, now in just her bra, thong and black and white Puma socks.
"Fuck me, you are gorgeous." He swore drinking her in with his eyes, she found that for the first time she wasn't worried about her cellulite or stretch marks, about any of her flaws, she felt "gorgeous". He moved in to kiss her again and she stopped him, blocking his mouth with her hand.
"Let's get you out of your clothes." She reminded him. She noticed he also had extremely easy to remove clothes, a crew neck sweatshirt that came off in a moment and a pair of sweatpants that she easily pushed down over his hips. Yes, they both understood the assignment and had come prepared for their "quiet hang out away from the crowds'' on NYE. His socks were blindingly white, and she wondered if they were a new pair he got for Christmas, or if he was just that damn good at doing laundry, the light blue boxer briefs also looked new, yes he was wearing his new things for her, she found it absolutely endearing. Then she took her first really long look at him, his legs and torso were so long, he should look alien with them but it didn't, he was all proportioned, hard and muscular, like the dark elven prince from her fantasy.
"Fuck me, you are gorgeous." She said his words back to him and his head fell back as he laughed heartily. He really was beautiful.
She urged him backward until he was at the bed, he got in and took her hand, trying to pull her down with him. She settled down on top of him, straddling his lap, pressing his dick up against her soaking wet panties, and finally running her hands over his chest and shoulders. When he moved to take off her bra she stopped him, remembering the fantasy where they wanted each other so badly, they couldn't even remove their clothes. That's how she felt now, she was ready and she was going to have him. She leaned over and reached into her drawer and produced a condom and shifted back a bit so she had access to his cock. He moved to push down his underwear and she stopped him there too. "Keep them on." She said and he needed no further prompting from her, and he pulled his dick out through the fly.
'Good lord that is a pretty cock.' She thought to herself. She had never thought that before. Sure she had seen some big ones, small ones, ones that had a bend in them or a completely different colour from the body it was on. But she had never thought one was pretty before. 'You horny bitch, just get on his dick.' She instructed herself. She took a hold of it and gave it a few pumps, not that it needed her help, he was hard as a rock and pointing upward, the slit already leaking, then she opened the condom and rolled it down over his cock. He slipped one hand between her legs, delving his fingers into her, checking to see if she was ready for him. When he took his hand away, she took his hand in hers and sank one of his fingers into her mouth, letting her tongue lick all of her slick off of his digit. She felt his cock twitch against her thigh and knew she hadn't scared him off with her boldness, she took the other finger and stuck it in his mouth.
"Even better than those cookies." He told her and she laughed lightly at that, and then lifted herself onto her knees, pulled her thong to the side, and lined his dick up with her entrance, and eased the head in. They groaned in unison at the burst of pleasure they both felt, then she worked him the rest of the way in, until he was fully buried inside of her, holding his gaze the entire time. He cupped her face in his hands and brought her face to his, kissing her, and she began to ride him. "Fuck." He growled out, his voice low and husky, sending chills down her spine. He was lifting his hips up to meet her, the depth he was getting was amazing, and every time she moved up or back and he slid out, it hit a spot that had her seeing flashes of blinding light. His hands were everywhere, in her hair, on the back of her neck, on her arms, her thighs, her hips and her breasts, squeezing stroking, pinching, but when he finally moved a hand between their bodies, his thumb stroking her clit, she felt her orgasm, it was so close.
"I'm going to come." He gasped. Not yet she thought, she was close, she needed a bit longer.
"Do not come until I give you permission." She ordered him, using her sternest teacher's voice. It was breathless, and filled with pleasure but it held no room for disobedience. He doubled his effort to get her to climax and sat up, the position changed the angle of his dick, and his thumb worked harder, his lips biting her nipples through her bra. "Yes." She cried out, feeling the speeding locomotive that was her orgasm thundering closer.
"Please." She had never said that to a man in bed before.
"So good. You feel so amazing." He whispered against her neck. This was what she needed, she needed her new found praise kink to be fed by his words. He heard her moan at his words and continued. "I have wanted to be inside of you since that first day. I fought it, I swear to you. I thought of workplace harassment, power dynamics and impropriety, but I still thought of you in that blue blouse when I jerked off later that night." She heard his words, registered what he was saying but she was incapable of forming words of her own, she was resting her head on his shoulder, so close. "And the way just sat there, at your station so prim and proper. The very image of perfection. And you are Anne-girl, you are just so god damned fucking perfect." His voice sounded nearly strangled as he was fighting to hold back his own pleasure, until she allowed him to let go. That gave her a little push to begin riding him harder, her rhythm long forgotten, she bit his shoulder and he whispered one more thing. The very thing she needed.
"Now you be a good girl and come for me."
And she did, those words had her body convulsing as she held onto him, and she rode him through wave after wave of pleasure. She was trying to catch her breath when he asked. "Now?"
"You can come now Gilbert." She barely recognized her own voice, thick and heavy. He held her under her ass and flipped them both over, so she was on her back and he pumped into her a few times before he collapsed onto her, trying to catch his breath, he held on to him, idly stroking a hand along his back.
Later after they had cleaned themselves up, they finally removed the remaining clothing and snuggled in bed, his chest at her back, she had a final thought just before she fell asleep.
'Would she be able to convince Gilbert to wear an elf costume?'
The End