She almost manages to have a normal workday

The rest of the day passed by relatively uneventfully. Helen's meetings had been fairly standard, but she'd enjoyed immersing herself in Donna's role. She had several online appointments with clients and a few phone calls, and by the end of the day, Helen was exhausted.

After shutting down her computer and tidying up her desk, Helen left her office and headed towards the lift. The floor was almost empty, with only a few stragglers remaining. She pressed the button to call the lift and waited, watching as the numbers on the screen above the doors descended.

As the doors slid open, Helen's breath caught in her throat. There, stood in the corner of the lift, was Tom.

She could feel her cheeks flush and her heart hammering in her chest. Their eyes met and Tom's expression changed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Helen didn't say a word, instead stepping into the lift and pressing the button for the ground floor. The doors slid closed, and she and Tom were alone.

The air between them was thick with tension, and Helen could feel a shiver run down her spine. Her heart was pounding, and her breathing was quick. She was painfully aware of how close Tom was standing behind her, and the memory of his hardness pressed against her was sending sparks through her body.

There was a soft ding, and the doors slid open again. They were on the ground floor, and Helen stepped out, her heels clicking on the tiled floor.

"Wait," Tom said behind her.

Helen paused, not turning around. She could feel his eyes burning into her back and she was sure her cheeks were flushed.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" he asked, his voice quiet and uncertain.

Helen turned to look at him. He was stood just outside the lift, his face serious. His dark eyes were fixed on hers, and his brow was furrowed.

"What did I say?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

Tom frowned. "You said you'd love for it to happen again," he said weakly. "I was wondering if you were serious."

Helen's heart fluttered, and a thrill ran through her.

"Of course I meant it," she breathed.

Tom's face relaxed, his frown softening. "Oh," he replied, sounding relieved. "I just wasn't sure."

Helen looked around. They were alone, the lobby was empty. She stepped closer to him and placed her hand on his arm.

"You know it's getting late, I'd feel safer if you walked me to my car," she whispered.

Tom blinked, his eyes widening slightly. "Oh, yes of course," he replied.

Helen smiled and took his arm. Together, they walked out the building and onto the car park.

Helen could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, her senses were heightened. It was dark now, and the lights from the city beyond were casting long shadows across the carpark. The sky was clear, and the air was cold, but Helen could feel a warm heat between her legs.

She guided Tom to where Donna's car was parked, pulling the keys from her handbag.

"Well, thank you for walking me to my car," she said, smiling.

"You're welcome," he replied.

They were standing beside the driver's door, facing each other. Helen was looking up at him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was hyper-aware of every little detail, from the cold breeze blowing across her skin to the sound of cars passing on the nearby road.

"This is where you kiss me," she whispered.

Without hesitating, Tom leant forward and kissed her. His lips were warm and soft, and he tasted faintly of coffee. His was rather aggressive with his tongue, pushing his way into her mouth. Helen could feel his hands moving to her hips, holding her in place.

She allowed him to dominate her for a moment, feeling a surge of excitement. But after a few seconds, she pushed him away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking sheepish. "I thought you wanted-"

"I'm a married woman!" she exclaimed. "How dare you try and take advantage of me."

"But you said..."

Helen could see his cheeks turning red, his eyes darting around the car park. She suppressed a smirk and shook her head.

"I said to kiss me," she replied. "Not to try and stick your tongue down my throat. I'm a lady, I like to be treated with a little more decorum."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I-"

"Shh," Helen hushed, pressing a finger to his lips. "If you're a good boy, I might forgive you. Would you like that?"

Tom nodded, his eyes wide.

"Good boy," she whispered, reaching out and stroking his cheek. She could feel a shiver run through him, and his breathing quickened. "Now, get in the passenger seat."

Tom didn't hesitate. He opened the passenger door and got in, his movements jerky and awkward. Helen smiled and climbed into the driver's seat, closing the door behind her. She turned to look at him, taking in his handsome features.

"I can see by the wedding ring on your finger that you're a married man," she murmured. "Do you think your wife would approve of what you're doing?"

Tom flushed and looked away, his jaw clenched. "I don't think she would."

"Good," Helen replied. She leant closer, brushing her lips against his ear. "Would you like to play a game?"

Tom shivered, and she could feel him tense up.

"What kind of game?" he asked.

Helen smiled. She could sense his nervousness, and she knew it was driving him wild.

"Take your cock out and let me see it," she whispered.

There was a moment of silence as Tom hesitated, his cheeks flushed. Helen was on the verge of influencing him with her magic, but then he complied, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his semi-erect penis.

Helen looked at him with a critical eye. His cock was on the small side, but not tiny. She could sense him getting uncomfortable under her gaze.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh no, you're just smaller than my husband," she replied, looking up at him and giving him a reassuring smile. "That's okay, we can still have some fun."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I want you to touch yourself," she ordered, seductively. "I want you to stroke yourself until you're rock hard."

"Oh God," he groaned.

Helen could see his cheeks flush, his eyes fixed on hers. He was panting softly, his breath quick and shallow. His hand moved slowly, and Helen could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"That's it," she breathed, watching his fingers curl around his cock. "That's a good boy. Now, make it nice and hard for me."

"Fuck," he gasped, his voice barely audible.

Helen's breath hitched, and a shiver ran through her body. She shifted in her seat, spreading her legs slightly and sliding a hand up her thigh. She could feel the silky fabric of her panties and the dampness between her legs. Her fingers brushed against her swollen clit, and she let out a soft moan.

Tom's eyes widened, and his cock twitched in his hand.

"God, that's so fucking hot," he groaned.

"You like watching me touch myself?" Helen purred, rubbing slow circles around her clit.

"Yes, God, yes," he moaned, his hand moving faster.

"What would your wife say if she could see you right now?"

"Oh fuck, I don't know," he gasped, his face twisting with pleasure.

"I'll bet she'd be horrified. She'd probably leave you."

"Oh God, yes," he groaned, his cock hard and glistening with pre-cum.

Helen's eyes fluttered closed, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Tell me how much you want to fuck me," she whispered, her fingers moving faster.

"I want to fuck you so badly," he groaned.

"Would you risk everything for one night with me?"

"Yes, oh God, yes."

"I want to hear you say it."

"I'd risk everything for one night with you, Donna. Please, let me fuck you."

His words sent a thrill through her, and she let out a soft moan. She could feel the pleasure building, her orgasm approaching.

"Oh, fuck, I'm going to come," he moaned.

"Me too," she gasped, her fingers moving faster. "Come for me, Tom."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Helen watched as his face contorted with pleasure, his cock pulsing in his hand. Thick spurts of cum shot out, landing on his clothes and the seat. Helen could feel her own orgasm building, her breathing ragged and her heart racing.

"That's it, come for me," she moaned, her fingers rubbing frantically.

Tom groaned, his head thrown back against the headrest, his body shuddering with ecstasy.

Helen's climax hit her like a truck. She cried out, her legs trembling and her hips bucking. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, and she gasped for breath.

She slumped back in her seat, her heart pounding and her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Tom was panting beside her, his eyes closed and his body limp.

They sat there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. Helen could feel a pleasant warmth spreading through her, and she sighed contentedly.

"Fuck, that was amazing," Tom whimpered.

"Mmm, it was," she agreed, opening her eyes and looking over at him.

He was a mess, his clothes stained and his hair dishevelled. But the expression on his face was one of pure bliss.

"Well, as much as I've enjoyed our little game, I need to get home," Helen murmured, straightening herself and fixing her clothes.

Tom opened his eyes and blinked. "Oh, yes, of course," he said, quickly tucking himself away and fumbling with his clothes.

"Are you going to clean that mess up?" Helen asked, gesturing to the semen-stained seat.

"Oh, uh, yes, of course," Tom stammered, looking embarrassed.

Helen watched as he searched his pockets, eventually producing a handkerchief and using it to wipe away the evidence of their little game.

"Good boy," she smirked. "Now you'd better get back to your wife, she'll be wondering where you are."

"Oh, right, yes," he mumbled.

"And remember, not a word to anyone about what happened here. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone you assaulted me."

"No, no, of course not," he replied, shaking his head. He opened the door and climbed out, his movements clumsy.

Helen gave him a final smile and a wink, before starting the engine and pulling away. She could see him standing there, watching her go.

"You are a bad girl, Donna," she whispered to herself.