Chapter 5

The success of BitGuardian soared to new heights in the months following Chris’s pivotal deal with Larken Industries. A steady influx of major clients had the company expanding rapidly, igniting rumors among everyone at the company.

For Chris and Ashley, this meant significant changes. Gone were the struggles of deciding which bills to pay, and which to delay. Instead, they purchased new kitchen appliances and furniture. Chris even indulged himself by buying a new BMW, a stark contrast from the ten-year-old Honda he had driven previously.

They sat together on the plush patio sofa, sipping coffee and basking in the gentle warmth of the sun. Ashley’s feet rested comfortably in Chris’s lap as he idly traced patterns along her calves, taking in the view of their meticulously landscaped backyard. A sense of peaceful contentment settled over Chris as he surveyed their personal oasis. This was the life he had dreamed of providing for Ashley after all their hardships. No more scrambling just to get by. They could finally pause and enjoy the fruits of their labor. He felt Ashley’s foot playfully press against his chest, breaking his daydream. Glancing over, he met her dazzling smile and sparkling eyes. Even in this state of comfort, that spark of adventure and desire they had fanned still burned brightly between them.

“You know,” Ashley said, her voice soft but tinged with excitement, “I was thinking we should host a dinner party. It’s been a while since we’ve had everyone over.”

Chris nodded, a smile spreading across his face. “That sounds great. We could show off the new kitchen. Maybe next month? Remember, we have my company party this week. Clayton has been raving about getting everyone together to celebrate the company’s success over the last few months. All because of yours truly, of course.” Chris gave a playful wink and flexed. He was proud to have proven himself capable of heading an entire sales division.

Ashley laughed and rolled her eyes at his mock bravado. However, the mention of Clayton and a company party made her pulse race. Her mind drifted back to the last time she saw him, trapped in the closet while bringing herself to an unbelievable orgasm as she watched him pleasuring a female coworker. She could still vividly remember every detail of that night. The way Clayton taunted her with his looks, proving how easily he could bring a woman to euphoria, mocking her for daring to challenge him. “Do you always cum that hard?” Those parting words pounded in her head every night since.

“Earth to Ashley, you alright over there?” Chris’s voice brought Ashley back to the present as she realized she’d been biting her lip, the faint taste of blood coating her tongue.

Ashley managed a grin, looking over Chris with a smirk, “Just wondering what I should wear to this party. Something tells me a certain someone may want me to be the center of attention.” As she spoke, she saw the swell in Chris’s pants begin to tent. She loved teasing him, and despite her initial reservations about this newfound fantasy, she couldn’t deny she was starting to love it, perhaps even as much as he did. Despite her growing affinity for these fantasies, Ashley still felt a pang of guilt knowing she never told Chris what truly happened the night she dropped off documents for Clayton. As far as Chris knew, Clayton had simply flirted with her, but she shut it down before leaving. She wasn’t entirely sure why she had lied initially, but once she did, she felt she couldn’t go back on it now.

“It’s like you could read my mind,” Chris said with a mischievous tone. “I bet you’ll have all of those guys tripping over themselves just to be at the same table as you.”

“In that case, I guess you should give me your card so I can find something fitting for such an occasion.” Ashley eyed Chris’s midsection again. “So tell me, Mr. Sales Manager, should I be going for stylish and sexy, or slutty and needy?” The added strain in Chris’s pants gave her the answer he was unable to verbalize as he struggled to breathe.

After several minutes of controlled breathing, Chris regained his composure. His fingers softly sliding back and forth on Ashley’s skin. “It’s nice to be in a place where we can enjoy these things. Where we can breathe a little, and not have to think about bills.”

Ashley leaned back, closing her eyes, placing her head on his shoulder. “It’s moments like these that make it all worth it, you know? All the hard work, the late nights, the stress. It all led to this.”

Chris nodded, his expression serious for a moment. “I’m glad we went through it together. It made us stronger. And now, we get to enjoy the rewards.”

Ashley opened her eyes and looked at him, her expression softening. “I love you, Chris.”

He smiled, leaning in to kiss her gently. “I love you too, Ash.”

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over their backyard, they continued to talk, dream, and plan. The sense of accomplishment and security they felt was palpable, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that had plagued them for so long.

That same evening, after dinner, Chris came up behind Ashley as she cleaned in the kitchen. He nuzzled against her neck, breathing in her familiar scent as his arms encircled her waist. “Mmm, you smell incredible,” he murmured appreciatively. “Is this what it felt like when the janitor pressed against you?”

Ashley tensed slightly at the reference, but a secret thrill ran through her. She vividly remembered that day when the janitor’s solid frame pressed against her from behind, with his unmistakable arousal shamelessly pressed into her backside. She had been unable to resist sharing every lurid detail with Chris.

A mischievous smile played across her lips. “You mean when he ‘helped’ me get something off that high shelf? And I felt his ... hard cock pressed right up against me?” Her voice dropped an octave lower, dripping with seduction.

Chris’s embrace tightened, his voice lowering. “That’s it. Knowing you got all flustered from another man being so forward with you.” His hands roamed over her body, rekindling their intimate role-playing. “You know, I still wonder what would have happened if your pager hadn’t gone off.”

Ashley trembled slightly in Chris’s strong embrace as his wandering hands stoked her desire. Despite their newfound comforts, that frisson of taboo thrill remained electrifying. “You know I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” she breathed, leaning back against him. “About how easily he had me flustered. Who knows, maybe I would have let him take me right there. What would you have said then?”

In an instant, Chris’s demeanor shifted. He spun Ashley around, pinning her against the wall, his body pressed domineeringly against hers. When he spoke again, his voice took on a lower, gravelly timbre - channeling the janitor from her fantasies. “That’s ‘cause you’re just a tease, ain’tcha?” he growled, his tone dripping with insinuation. “Struttin’ around in them tight little scrubs. You were beggin’ for me to do something about that pretty ass of yours.”

Ashley’s body thrummed with excitement and trepidation as Chris fully inhabited the janitor’s persona. Her mind wove the tactile present with those fevered memories - reality and fantasy blurring.

Chris’s improvised dialogue transported Ashley into the janitor’s crude mindset. She could practically smell the lingering notes of stale smoke and cleansers that had clung to his rough overalls that day.

“Yeah, that’s it...” the gravelly voice taunted as Ashley squirmed helplessly against him. “I could see it in those pretty eyes of yours how bad you wanted it.”

Her breath caught in her throat as imagined scenarios rapidly eclipsed reality. What if she hadn’t fled from that charged encounter? What if basic, animalistic desire had conquered her depleting self-restraint in those heated moments?

The conjured vision of the janitor pinning her wanton form against the wall brandished itself in high definition behind Ashley’s fluttering lids. His thick hands shoved impatiently beneath her rumpled uniform, groping with calloused possession while grinding shamelessly against her.

A strangled whine escaped Ashley’s lips as Chris effortlessly spun the illicit fantasy even further, breathing the janitor’s taunting words directly into the flushed hollow beneath her ear.

“That’s right, princess ... let the ‘ol janitor take care of you nice and proper. I’ll give you what you really need - what you’ve been cravin’ all along.”

Awash in the fantasy, Ashley was only vaguely aware of her hips canting instinctively, involuntarily seeking friction against Chris’s insistent frame as it relentlessly overpowered her. The forbidden thoughts and sensations rapidly snowballing into an unstoppable crescendo of yearning she could scarcely contain.

Ashley gasped at his abrupt transformation, but her sharp intake of breath betrayed an undercurrent of excitement. Chris’s arms caged her in, his solid frame rendering her powerless against the rough wall at her back.

“I saw the way you were eyeballin’ me,” the gravelly voice continued. It was as if the janitor himself had been summoned into their home through the sheer force of their illicit desire. “Could hardly stop myself from bendin’ you over right then and there to give you what you wanted...” Unbidden, Ashley’s mind conjured the erotic image - her pinned and squirming against the hospital counter as thick, calloused hands slid over her hips. The twisted fantasy caused a fresh shudder of yearning to cascade through her as Chris maintained his rough charade. “You’ve been a very...” he paused, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin of her neck, “ ... very bad girl, haven’t you?”

As Chris continued to channel the janitor, his grip tightened, sending another jolt of excitement through Ashley. The line between their playful role-playing and the raw emotions it stirred was thrillingly blurred. He stepped back just enough to let her catch her breath, his eyes dark and filled with a mix of desire and mischief.

“You’ve been such a bad girl,” Chris repeated, his voice now his own but still heavy with intent. “And bad girls need to be taught a lesson.”

Ashley shivered in anticipation, her mind spinning with the possibilities of where this night might lead. “What kind of lesson?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper.

A slow, knowing smile spread across Chris’s face as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “The kind that makes you never want to misbehave again,” he murmured. “Or maybe the kind that makes you crave it even more.”

His words sent a thrill through her, and she felt a deep, primal need rise within her. Chris’s hands roamed over her body with a newfound urgency, each touch setting her skin alight. He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom where the shadows danced with the promise of what was to come.

Once inside, Chris set her down gently on the bed. He took a step back, his eyes raking over her body with unrestrained hunger. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered softly, his voice commanding and filled with desire.

Ashley complied, her fingers trembling slightly as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of her skirt. She stood before him in her underwear, feeling both exposed and empowered by his intense gaze.

Chris approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. He reached out, his fingers trailing along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes meeting hers. “So beautiful.”

He turned her around, her body pressed between the wall and him. His rigid cock pressed firmly against her ass “There’s no pager here to save you now,” he growled in her ear. “I’m going to take you the way I should have done then.”

Ashley’s breath quickened as she felt Chris’s hands roam over her body from behind, mimicking the janitor’s movements. She could practically feel the ghostly presence of that long-ago encounter, the lines between past and present blurring deliciously.

As his hands slid over her hips, Ashley’s mind was flooded with memories of that day. “We shouldn’t do this at work,” she whispered. “Someone might see us.”

Chris chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her neck. “No one’s going to see us,” he replied, his voice low and rough. “I made sure the door was locked when you came in. Besides, would it really be so bad for everyone to know what a slut you actually are?.”

She felt a thrill at his words, while they stung, they also sent her pulse racing. “But I’m married,” she protested weakly, her voice trembling with excitement. “What about my husband?”

Chris’s grip tightened, and he pressed her harder against the bed. “You don’t need to worry about him,” he growled. “You belong to me now.”

Ashley moaned softly, her body responding eagerly to his touch. “Please,” she whispered, the word a mix of desperation and desire.

Chris’s hands roamed over her body with a newfound urgency, each touch stoking the flames of her arousal. He positioned her so she was bent over the bed, her back arching as he moved behind her. The familiarity of the position sent another wave of excitement through her.

“You’re such a tease,” he growled, his hands sliding up her thighs and over her hips. “Strutting around in those tight little nurse outfits, just begging for someone to take you.”

Ashley whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation. “I couldn’t help it,” she said, her voice breathless. “I wanted it so badly.”

Chris’s hands moved to her waist, his grip firm and possessive. “And now you’re going to get it,” he murmured, his voice filled with promise as he ripped away her panties causing her to yelp with anticipation.

As he moved behind her, his cock pressed against her wet folds, teasing her clit as she wiggled around it. Each touch, each whispered word, transported her back to that charged encounter, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Ashley tensed, her breath catching in her throat as he finally pressed into her. She arched her back, moaning softly as he slowly sank into her.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Just like I imagined.”

Ashley could do nothing but moan as she felt his fingers digging harder into her hips. She could feel every inch of his cock from this angle, her arms nearly giving out due to the force of his thrusts. His rough hands gripped her hips tighter, his growl reverberating in her ear. “Do you like this? Do you like being taken right here in the hospital?” he whispered, his breath tickling her neck.

Ashley couldn’t hold back a moan, her body rocking back into his. “Yes ... please, don’t stop,” she breathed, each word loaded with desire.

Chris put his hand on her back as he pushed her down onto her forearms and slid more of his cock into her. “You don’t have to pretend anymore, nurse. Nobody is here, and I know how much you’ve wanted to feel my cock.”

Ashley’s entire body was ablaze as Chris continued to fuck her. Mental images of that day in the hospital flooded her mind. She wouldn’t soon forget that thrill of that day. “That, that’s not true. I love my husband. I would never do that.”

Chris took his hands off her hips and watched as Ashley continued to push back onto his cock over and over. “Then why are you still fucking my cock?” he said, mockingly.

She gave a small grunt, trying to will her body to stop pushing itself back on the object that was giving her so much pleasure.

Chris felt her movements start to slow down. He slapped her ass, appreciating the way it rippled against his palm, causing her to moan louder and renew her efforts to push herself back against him. Ashley’s eyes were closed, the harsh image of the janitor flooding her mind. She could see his yellowed teeth when he smiled and smell the stale smoke with each harsh thrust. She felt the first signs of her orgasm approaching as the bed began to squeak against their renewed efforts.

Chris’s thrusts grew more intense, his pace quickening as Ashley’s moans grew louder. She gripped the sheets for support as he took her from behind, the role-play became more immersive as the lines between reality and fantasy blurred. Her toes began to curl as her orgasm drew near.

“You like being taken like this? Rough and aggressive? Do you?” Chris growled, his voice thick with sexual hunger.

“Yes, sir!” Ashley gasped, her body writhing beneath his. “Take me harder! Fuck I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

Emboldened by her submission, Chris’s thrusts became more brutal, slamming into her with a primal intensity. Ashley cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling as she reached her peak, her orgasm courtesy of the janitor who’s cock she felt swelling in her spasming pussy.

Finally, Chris collapsed onto her back, their bodies panting together. They lay there for a few moments, their hearts racing, their bodies glistening with sweat.

Hours later, as they lay entwined in the afterglow, Ashley rested her head on Chris’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She felt a profound sense of contentment and belonging, knowing that their journey together was only just beginning.

“You’re so bad,” she whispered teasingly. I love you,” her voice filled with the weight of her emotions.

Chris tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, Ashley. More than anything.”

A few days later, Ashley wandered through an upscale boutique, her mind buzzing with ideas for the perfect party outfit. Chris’s words about having all the guys tripping over themselves replayed, stoking her desire to truly turn heads. She was still struggling to convince herself that this was who she really was, but the constent rush of excitement helped to serve as a steady reminder.

As she browsed, fingers traced silky fabrics, imagining how the clingy materials would accentuate her curves. An intrusive thought crept in - what would Clayton think seeing her like this? The idea both unsettled and thrilled her. A part of Ashley relished tempting him, stoking those inappropriate fires simmering between them. Yet another part worried she was playing with forces beyond her control.

She could vividly picture Chris’s reaction - his eyes darkened with lust at the thought of her dressing to tease other men, especially Clayton. Ashley knew her husband fantasized about the idea of her flirting with that dangerous line, coming closer and closer to crossing it in the most deviant way. Perhaps imagining Clayton’s hungry gaze raking over her barely concealed form would stoke Chris’s possessive streak later.

In the fitting room, Ashley slowly undressed, eyes roaming over her reflected curves. She traced her hips and waist, imagining that silky fabric clinging deliciously. The thought of hungry eyes devouring her figure sent a shiver of excitement.

Stepping into the slinky red dress, she smoothed the material over her skin, admiring how it hugged her assets enticingly. She bit her lip, knowing the effect this would have on Chris - his gaze burning with arousal. But that darker part wondered how others might react. Would they openly leer, devouring every bare inch with his eyes? The idea was thrilling ... and terrifying. Ashley couldn’t deny the wicked urge to torment Clayton, to flaunt her body before him as the ultimate forbidden temptation. Yet she was still troubled about the escalation from their previous encounter. She still hadn’t told Chris what really happened that night, seeing Clayton with that woman, watching as he masterfully stroked her into orgasm after orgasm. The way her own body had reacted was shameful, but also exhilarating.

With a daring smile, Ashley angled her body and snapped a photo, capturing her alluring form. Her fingers hesitated before typing, “Think Clayton would approve?” and hitting send.

Chris’s reply mixed arousal and trepidation: “Damn Ash ... you really want to test the poor guy’s willpower? You know how hot you look. It may make enforcing my no-touching rule harder.” He added a winking emoji, but concern laced his words.

A flush crept over Ashley’s cheeks as she soaked in his response, that darker thrill growing. Yet a small voice questioned whether she skated too close to a line not to be crossed. She swiftly tamped it down, letting Chris’s mind wander where it shouldn’t.

Over the next hour, she tried increasingly risqué options, each pushing inappropriate boundaries further. With every daring outfit, thoughts turned to how Clayton might look at her, his gaze roaming exposed skin, hugged curves. She wanted to tease him, prove she held the power in this escalating game. But nagging doubt crept in - was she underestimating how quickly control could be lost?

As “Do you always cum that hard?” echoed through her mind, Ashley squeezed her thighs together, desire warring with unease. She craved besting Clayton but worried about unlocking something uncontrollable.

A black ensemble in the corner caught her eye. Running her hands over the silky material, she could tell it left little to the imagination. With newfound excitement, she scooped it up and dashed to the changing room.

What Ashley saw took her breath away and made her reconsider her defiant path, if only fleetingly. The top featured a plunging neckline dipping far lower than anything she’d worn, showing magnificent cleavage. The fabric clung to every curve before tapering at a cinched waist.

But the bottom half truly quickened her pulse. Instead of flowing panels, dangerously high slits started at mid-thigh, baring long expanses of toned leg with each step--the sheer side panels offering scant cover.

Turning to inspect the back, she admired how it dipped in a deep scoop, thin straps leaving shoulders and back exposed. The hem rode up higher than she’d dare, clinging sinfully to her backside’s curves.

Ashley bit her lip, imagining Chris’s eyes burning through the delicate material when she walked in wearing this ensemble. And the thought of catching others’ admiring gazes as so much was tantalizingly bared made her heart race with wicked excitement.

This dress pushed boundaries perhaps further than ever before. But that was its appeal. Chris had said he wanted guys tripping over himself to get to her, and that was exactly what this dress would do. Ashley knew she’d be the target of ravenous stares all night--leaving nothing to the imagination.

Ashley hesitated before sending Chris the photo, having a better idea. This daring outfit deserved to be unveiled in person. She would surprise him at the party instead. Buying the red dress too, just in case he found this one crossing the line from alluring to improper.

A wicked smile played over her lips as she gathered her purchases. She could hardly wait to see Chris’s reaction to this sinful dress.

Chris leaned back, sales reports laid out before him with a satisfied smile. Katie’s numbers had been steadily climbing, her conversion rate now nearing an impressive 100%. He remembered when he first met her - a quiet, almost mousy young woman. Back then, he’d wondered if she possessed the confidence to truly thrive in sales.

How things had changed. These days, Katie carried herself with a bold, self-assured demeanor that occasionally made Chris forget his position as her superior. Her wardrobe choices had also undergone a striking transformation, favoring shorter skirts and deeper necklines that pushed boundaries of professional attire, drawing admiring looks from many of the male employees.

A light rap on the conference room door broke Chris from his wandering thoughts. Speak of the devil...

“The Reynolds account?” Katie slipped into the seat across from him, smoothing her skirt as she crossed her legs. Chris couldn’t help his gaze lingering on the expanse of toned thighs exposed by the high slit before forcibly refocusing.

“Right, yes. I want to make sure we put our best foot forward to reel them in.” His voice came out slightly rougher than intended as Katie leaned forward, the v-neck of her blouse gaping to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of lace and the swell of her cleavage. A flush of heat stirred low in his stomach.

Katie’s tongue darted out to moisten her lips before curving into a sly smile. “I have some ideas that might help with that,” she purred, chin dipping as she held his gaze from beneath lowered lashes. An unmistakable undercurrent of suggestion made the fine hairs on the back of Chris’s neck prickle.

He shifted in his seat, jaw tensing. “Oh? Do tell.”

“Well...” Katie began, idly tracing a fingertip along the neckline of her blouse. “I was thinking an in-person presentation might be more effective than the usual video dog-and-pony show.”

Chris considered this, forcing his eyes to remain focused on her face rather than the mesmerizing path of her finger. An in-person meeting had certainly helped sway Larken Industries when he landed that game-changing deal. “You think a more intimate setting would be more effective at driving our points home?”

“Exactly.” Katie’s tongue swept out again, drawing his gaze to the fullness of her lips. “We need to get creative, think outside the box ... use every tool at our disposal to get ahead.” There was a slight emphasis on her words that gave Chris pause, the hairs on his arms rising.

He shrugged it off, surely just his own fantasies about Ashley playing tricks on him. “You make a fair point. Being there in person was a big factor in closing the Larken deal.” Chris nodded slowly, willing himself not to dwell on the implications behind her sultry tone. “Alright, let’s go that route. Keep me updated on how things progress.”

“Of course, sir.” Katie’s voice had dipped into a lower register, sparking a distressing tightness in Chris’s groin as she held his gaze a touch too long. “I’ll make sure to attend to their every need.”

A bead of sweat prickled the back of Chris’s neck as Katie gathered her notes and started discussing potential travel arrangements. He couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she had subtly suggested something far more provocative than just going for a standard sales presentation.

Across the hall, Clayton’s office door opened. He strode to the center floor, he could hear hushed conversations come to an end as he cleared his throat.

“Listen up! I’ve got exciting news about our upcoming party,” He swept an arm out, savoring the dramatic pause as curious murmurs filled the weighted silence. “In light of our growth, we’ll celebrate in style at the Rivermont’s grand ballroom. The company’s covering deluxe hotel rooms too.”

Cheers and applause erupted at the news. Clayton soaked in the energy before continuing.

“But we’re not stopping there. I’ll be extending exclusive invitations to our biggest, elite clients.”

A wave of impressed cheers and applause erupted at the lavish news, echoing through the space as Clayton raised his hands, clearly relishing the adoring energy. As the clapping tapered off, he flashed a roguish grin, slowly dragging his eyes across the rapt crowd.

“A chance to schmooze and strengthen crucial relationships,” Clayton added with a wink. “You know how I love mixing business with pleasure.”

His remark seemed directed at someone, but before Chris could look, Katie chimed in.

“Unfortunately, I’ll miss this. The Reynolds deal is heating up.”

“No rest for the wicked, eh Katie?” Clayton chuckled, his expression both impressed and suggestive. “Guess we’ll go extra hard in your honor.” An inside joke between them left Chris baffled.

As the excited chatter continued, Chris couldn’t shake his unease. He still hadn’t told Ashley about the awkward Playboy photo incident with Tom months ago, hoping to sweep it under the rug. But now that incident might resurface.

After the meeting, Chris followed Clayton to his office. The smarmy businessman’s wandering eyes when Ashley was around made his skin crawl.

“You got a minute?” Chris rapped on the open door.

Clayton looked up with an easy smile. “For you? Always. Have a seat.”

Chris sank onto the plush sofa, trying to keep his tone casual despite the knot of unease in his gut. “It’s about these client invitations for the party...”

“You can bank on Ashford being at the very top of that guest list,” Clayton preempted him with a dismissive chuckle. “We’d be foolish not to butter up that particular cash cow at every opportunity.”

Chris winced but kept his concerns vague. “Well, I’ve noticed Ashford seems to have taken a ... liking ... to Ashley.”

One of Clayton’s eyebrows quirked up. “You think the bastard is trying to make a play for the hot wife?”

Heat flooded Chris’s face at the crass phrasing, thoughts about the night Chris and Ashley spent at Clayton’s house creeping in before he tamped them down. He shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe I’m overthinking it. But you know how Ashford can be.”

Clayton tsked, leaning back as he steepled his fingers together. “I wouldn’t worry too much, Chris. Guys like that all bluster and bravado until you call their bluff. He may leer and make vulgar comments, but he knows better than to truly push his luck too far.” His tone dripped with patronizing overconfidence, doing little to settle Chris’s anxieties.