The Deal Maker chapter 10

 The Deal Maker

Chapter 10

She snapped another picture but this time she let the straps of her black dress slip off her shoulders, revealing just the barest hint of her collarbone and the delicate curve of her neck. She leaned slightly on her crutches, her cast extended in a way that accentuated her petite frame. The dress clung to her curves, and the combination of her rigid cast against the soft fabric of the dress created a striking image. She tilted her head slightly and gave her phone a sultry, playful look.

She quickly reviewed the photo, it was provocative but still elegant, just the right balance. She sent it to him with the caption, "How's this for crossing a line, boss?"

My reply came almost instantly: "You're killing me, Claire. That cast is driving me wild. I want to run my hands over it, feel the texture, and kiss every inch of your skin that's still free. You're teasing me, and I'm loving every second of it."

She chuckled softly, a flush of heat spreading through her legs. "Careful, boss. You're starting to sound like you're forgetting I'm your employee."

"Right now, all I see is a breathtaking woman who's completely in control. Keep going, Claire. Keep pushing those boundaries."

Her heart raced at his words. She pulled the dress down a little further, letting it hug her waist exposing her firm breasts. She adjusted her pose, leaning slightly against the wall for support, her crutch resting beside her. She snapped another photo, this time with her lips slightly parted, her eyes holding a look of quiet confidence.

The caption she sent this time was simple but loaded: "Empowered, vulnerable, and all yours... for now."

My response was immediate, my tone more intense: "You're playing with fire, Claire. I want to be there right now, tracing every curve of that cast, feeling the warmth of your skin, and making you forget everything but the sound of my voice."

She bit her lip, her body responding to his words. She was enjoying this game of teasing and anticipation, but she also felt a growing ache for something more. She decided to up the ante.

Slowly, she slipped the dress off entirely, letting it pool at her feet. She stood there in nothing but her lingerie, the contrast between the soft lace and the hard fiber of her cast sending a shiver through her. She positioned herself carefully, using only one crutch for balance, and took another photo. This one was more daring, more intimate. Shadows played across her body, highlighting her cast and the delicate curves of her figure.

She sent it with the caption: "Boss, you're making it hard to focus on my recovery. What would you do if I fell, broke my leg again and end up in another 6 weeks in a cast and crutches ?"

My reply was raw and unfiltered: "Before they recast your broken leg, I'd kneel in front of you, my hands trembling as I traced the edge of your long leg. I'd kiss your broken ankle, then work my way up, leaving no inch of your skin untouched. You'd feel my breath on your thigh, my lips on your hip, and I'd make sure you knew exactly how much you're driving me crazy."

Her breath came in short, shallow gasps as she read his words. She could almost feel his hands on her, his lips trailing up her leg. She leaned heavily on her crutch, her body trembling with desire.

"You're dangerous, boss," she typed back, her fingers shaking slightly. "But I think I like it."

"Good," I replied. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Keep going, Claire. Let me see more of you. Let me see how far you're willing to take this."

She hesitated for a moment, then decided to push the boundaries even further. She set her phone on the stand again, positioning it to capture her from behind. She leaned forward slightly, her cast extended behind her, the lines of her tight ass creating a mesmerizing silhouette. She glanced over her shoulder at the camera, her expression...pure innocence.

The photo was perfect, very sensual, daring, and undeniably captivating. She sent it with the caption: "How's this for pushing boundaries?"

My response was immediate: "You're a sexy Claire. Every curve, every line, that cast... it's driving me wild. I wish I could be there to show you just how much you're affecting me. But for now, keep teasing me. Keep giving me more."

Her face lit up with a smile, as she shook with expectation. The sexual dance of flirtation had her spellbound, and she couldn't help but wonder where this seductive game would take her. With a deliberate slowness, she struck a pose, snapping a photo from a new vantage point, her stand so inviting. As she dropped her crutches, she leaned back against the edge of her desk.

"Like what you see Boss?"

"Fuck yes," I responded, sending a picture of my fully erected penis, already straining against my pants. "This is what you do to me."

Feeling desired, she took another picture, her lips slightly parted, tongue licking them. "I want you to touch yourself,"

"I'm in a meeting you sexy devil." She laughed softly, her eyes drawn to the picture of him.

"Good. I want you to be so hard for me...Sir. Imagine right now my long red cast on your lap, rubbing against your penis just the way you like it."

"I wish I could taste you," I replied, sending a picture of his face close to the screen, eyes filled with needs.

Taking another picture of her black lace thong. "I'm so wet for you," she confessed, her breath quickening. "I want you to come for me. Imagine it's now my mouth around your penis, sucking you deep."

"I'm close. So close," I admitted.

"Come for me. Come hard." I sent a picture of my penis, my hand moving fast, body tensing as I climaxed, spilling onto his stomach. Ending the call, she gazed at the pictures she'd sent, she couldn't wait to see him again.

Claire's invitation came later on that night.

"Come in," she murmured as she crutched away from the front door, the slow, deliberate movement only making her more irresistible and reminding me of her photos.

I followed without hesitation, my pulse thrumming with anticipation. The space was exactly as I imagined, minimalist, sleek, modern and yet undeniably intimate. The dim lighting cast soft shadows over the furniture, accentuating the deep red of her cast as she settled onto the couch, stretching her injured leg across the cushions.

"Make yourself comfortable," she said, but we both knew I wasn't here for comfort.

I hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer. My body was tense, my thoughts clouded with need. This wasn't just about her anymore. It was about me. About the weight I had been carrying, the obsession I had fought so hard to keep buried.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. "Claire... I need to tell you something."

She arched her brow, curiosity flickering behind her glasses, her hand sliding along her cast.

"Go on."

I swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "I..."

The Deal Maker
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