The Next Day

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I woke slowly, my body warm and relaxed from the night before. Mark lay beside me, still asleep, his breathing deep and steady. Normally, I would have rolled over and let him take the lead, as he always did, but today something was different. I felt it in the way my body stirred and my mind raced with a desire to turn the tables, even if just for a moment.

I watched him for a few minutes, the strong lines of his face softened by sleep. He looked peaceful, almost **** in the early morning light. A rare sight. My fingers itched to touch and explore him the way he always explored me. I wanted to see what it would feel like to be the one in control, to make him bend to my will, if only for a little while.

Without overthinking it, I slowly slid out from under the sheets and moved to straddle him. The cool air of the room made my skin tingle, but the heat building inside me was stronger. Carefully, I leaned down, brushing my lips against his collarbone, placing soft kisses along his chest. I felt him stir beneath me, his body waking to my touch.

"Rachel..." Mark's voice was thick with sleep, low and gravelly as he shifted beneath me. He opened his eyes, meeting mine, surprise flashing across his face as he realized what I was doing. Normally, he'd be the one in charge, but I saw the moment he understood that today, I wanted something different.

"Shh," I whispered, pressing a finger to his lips before he could say anything. "Let me."

He didn’t resist, which only fuelled the fire inside me. I smiled softly, feeling a surge of confidence as I leaned down again, kissing his neck, his shoulders, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest. His body responded to me, his muscles tensing under my touch, his breath quickening as I continued to explore him.

I could feel him getting harder beneath me, his growing arousal pressed against my thighs. The control I held over him sent a rush through me, a thrill, unlike anything I had felt before. I shifted my hips slightly, grinding against him, feeling the heat of his cock between my legs. His hands instinctively reached for my waist, but I pinned them down to the bed with a firm grip, catching his gaze with a playful smirk.

"Not yet," I teased, enjoying the way his brows furrowed slightly in frustration. This was new for him, but he didn’t fight it. His eyes darkened with desire, watching me intently as I continued to move, my body teasing his without giving him what he wanted.

I leaned down again, kissing him deeply this time, my tongue slipping between his lips as I ground harder against him. His groan sent a thrill through me, and I felt his cock twitch beneath me, **** for more. But I wasn’t ready to give it to him. Not yet.

"Rachel..." His voice was more urgent now, but still, he didn’t try to take control. He was letting me have this moment, and I relished in it.

Slowly, I lifted myself off of him, hovering just above his cock, the heat between us almost unbearable. I looked down at him, meeting his eyes, my breath catching at the intensity of his gaze. He was completely at my mercy, and the power of it was intoxicating.

Without breaking eye contact, I lowered myself onto him, taking him in inch by inch, savouring the way he filled me. Mark groaned, his hands tightening into fists against the sheets as I began to move, slow and deliberate, setting the pace. I rocked my hips against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body, but I didn’t rush it. I wanted to draw it out, to make him feel every moment of this.

His eyes never left mine, his breathing ragged as he watched me take control. The surprise had faded, replaced with something darker, more intense. I could see it in the way his muscles tensed, the way he strained against the need to take over, but he held back. He let me lead, and it was thrilling.

As I moved faster, riding him harder, the tension between us built, my body buzzing with pleasure. I could feel him getting closer, his cock throbbing inside me, but I wasn’t ready to let him finish yet. I wanted to push him further, to see just how much control I had over him.

I leaned down again, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "I want you to come for me."

That was all it took. Mark’s control snapped, his body bucking beneath me as he groaned, his release spilling into me, hot and overwhelming. I felt my own orgasm crash over me moments later, my body trembling as I rode the wave of pleasure, my hands gripping his shoulders for support.

When it was over, I collapsed against him, my breath ragged, my body spent. Mark’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we lay there in the quiet, both of us basking in the afterglow.

After a long moment, he chuckled softly, his hand sliding up to tangle in my hair. "You surprised me," he murmured, his voice still thick with satisfaction.

I smiled, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction myself. "I thought it was time for something different," I said, my lips brushing against his collarbone.

He tightened his grip on me, his voice a low rumble in my ear. "I liked it."

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, knowing that this was just the beginning. Mark had always been the one in control, but now we both knew I had power too. And as I lay there in his arms, I realized that the balance between us had shifted—just a little, but enough to open up new possibilities.

Tomorrow, he might take the reins again, but for now, I was the one in charge. And it felt incredible.

After we lay together for a while, the warmth of our morning slowly fading into the usual rhythm of the day, reality began to creep back in. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in Mark’s arms, enjoying the rare shift in our dynamic, we both had places to be—roles to play. The luxury of the morning was over, and now, the careful balancing act between our personal and professional lives had to take over.

I sat up, glancing at the clock. We still had time, but not much. I slipped out of bed, my body still buzzing from our earlier connection, and began gathering my clothes scattered across the floor. Mark watched me for a moment, his eyes tracing the lines of my body before he finally stood, stretching before reaching for his clothes.

“We can’t be late,” I said, a small smile tugging at my lips as I slid my blouse over my head. “We’ve got a meeting first thing, remember?”

Mark grunted in response, pulling on his pants, but the playful gleam in his eyes told me he wasn’t too worried about time. Still, we both knew that discretion was important and as much as I loved these stolen moments, we couldn’t afford to be careless. Not now.

Once we were dressed, the apartment felt different. The air between us shifted from the intimacy of lovers to the careful distance of co-workers, two people who couldn’t afford to draw attention to themselves, especially at work. The lines were clear when we stepped outside of this space.

Mark came up behind me as I was brushing my hair in front of the mirror, his hands resting lightly on my waist. His touch was soft, but brief—just enough to send a reminder of everything we shared before we had to separate for the day.

“I’ll leave first,” he said, his voice low. “You should wait a few minutes. We can’t have anyone noticing us arriving at the same time.”

I nodded, understanding the routine we had fallen into. It was a quiet precaution, something necessary to protect the privacy of our relationship. At work, we had to play our parts—colleagues, nothing more.

Mark kissed the top of my head, and without another word, he grabbed his keys from the counter and headed for the door. The soft click as it closed behind him left the apartment feeling empty, though I knew I’d see him in just a short while. But by then, we would be in different roles—professional, distant. It was how we had to play it.

I waited a few minutes, gathering my things for the day, and glancing at my phone for any messages. When enough time had passed, I grabbed my own keys, locking the door behind me before stepping out into the crisp morning air. My car sat waiting for me in the driveway, and I couldn’t help but smile at how normal it all seemed. To anyone watching, I was just Rachel, heading off to work, nothing unusual about it.

As I drove, my mind wandered back to Mark, thinking about how seamless we’d made this balancing act between our personal and professional lives. At the office, we were careful not to arouse suspicion. Casual exchanges, quick glances, but never anything that would give us away. No one knew what happened behind closed doors, and that secrecy made everything feel even more electric.

I pulled into the parking lot a few minutes after Mark’s car had already settled in its spot. He’d be inside by now, slipping into his role as if nothing had happened between us this morning. I parked and checked my reflection in the rear-view mirror, making sure I looked as composed as I needed to be. No one at work could know the depths of what we shared, the intensity of our connection. To them, we were just colleagues—nothing more.

With a deep breath, I stepped out of the car and walked toward the building, ready to put on the mask of professionalism once again. But beneath that, just below the surface, I knew the truth. Mark and I had a bond no one else could touch, and that was enough to keep me going through the day.

Even as we played our roles, the memory of this morning—the way I had surprised him, the way he had let me take control—lingered between us like a secret only we knew. And in that quiet knowledge, we were bound together, even when we had to pretend otherwise.