Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... had always had a soft spot for her, even from the first time meeting Bea and Lotte together on a night out, talking to her first but then drawn towards Lotte, taking the taller girl's number at the end of the night rather than the more petite one. That feeling had long since transmuted as his relationship with Lotte had deepened, as Hector and Lotte had explored their connection, shared beds, fantasies and eventually matrimony. If Bea had found someone, and if that's what she was doing this weekend, he could feel happy for her. She deserved it.

"Did you actually step up, Bea? Is the assertiveness training paying off?" he joked.

"It was a leadership course."

"Cat herding you mean."

"You should take it more seriously. Techniques for getting people to do what you want. Let's face it, in this industry, getting men to do what you want."

The way she said it gave him a tingle, but he just laughed it away and turned to scoop up his bag.

"Can't wait to get away from me?" she teased.

"Just following orders. Lotte said to be home early, she's got something planned."

Even as he said the words, the tingling feeling increased. He couldn't say anything to Bea, even though he had found over the years that he could say anything to Bea.

"Well, whatever it is you're doing, have a fun. See you tomorrow," he told her.

"Oh, I'm going to Heck, and maybe I'll drop by this weekend."

"I'll let Lotte know."

"No, I'll let Lotte know."

Bea gave him that smile ...

... again as he turned and headed for the elevator bay. For some reason the smile lingered in his mind, the change in her attitude. He liked it, that she was giving as good as she got, no longer shying away.

Maybe the assertiveness course had been good for her, maybe this weekend was going to be good for her, after the mess of the separation. She hadn't said what she was going to be doing, but then she was entitled to her secrets. So long as it made her happy, because she deserved that.

Hector had a secret of his own. Watching his boss in the meeting, the way she took charge of the room, the way Lotte already had the weekend mapped out, even the way Bea had given him that coy, confident smile, they all tweaked something deep inside of him, something only his wife really knew about, his own little secret.

Hector loved to be surrounded by confident women. He loved to see them in control. It was a little delicious, dark secret, that for all his masculinity and his physical dominance over the women around him, towering a head higher than Bea, or his boss, taller than even his wife, who was above average with her willowy frame, her narrow hips and her long, slender legs, he felt the little twisted pleasure whenever he was told what to do. It could be something as simple as being told to wash up, or be given a project deadline, it didn't matter. He loved it when they took charge.

Hector was mildly ambitious. His wife had crafted her image as the rising star in her advertising ...