THE BOARDROOM

THE BOARDROOM

Behind boardroom doors, a ruthless pitbull his reputation

Dealing death to many an intern’s, e’en senior execs’ careers

The Professor they called him in ushered water cooler whispers

Nare a word need be uttered, mere silence did his bidding

Cold stare, oft piercing when he suspected incompetence

Many attributed it to his wild unencumbered military tours

Wast said he once disemboweled an enemy combatant for shits & grins

And then ate his beating heart. . . an ancient tribal ritual of first blood

Were they to see him now, unimaginable would be their reactions

Her French pedicured delicate delectable delights

Encased in six-inch sleek black Christian Louboutin’s

On his back, stilettoed toes pressed uponst his chest

Just inches from his mouth, tongue a now salivating

Sensing his arousal, she bent down and coyly mouthed

“Beg me, lest I deprive you of sucking my luscious sloes”

Eyes meeting her. . .’ that the best you can offer’

Smile pursed her lips, eyes closing. . .  thinking back to their first encounter

Wintry horrible Nor’easter of 2010. . .

So fuckin’ cold... even Frosty the Snowman broke out a parka

Their paths crossed twice, no thrice, that fateful night

When their limos pulled up, again at the Executive Lounge, and . . .

She underestimated severely his sardonic nonplus demeanor

His disarming smile proved just that. . . very disarming

Guided step by step how and what she would do to him

With hands roundst her waist, tongue kissed her ears

Whispered naughty haughty commands of lust

Soon had her walking round in dominatrix mode,

Though she hadn’t a frigging clue how or why she relished this sensation

At first she found it somewhat reviling, yet she couldn’t resist

As if he had tapped into a deep dark secret yearning to be unveiled

Revealing a chasm of sexual paradigms she kept hidden

Here was this man, a carnal chameleon if you will, gotz her all twisted inside

Mumbling beneath her breath, “You’re a fucking freak!!’ 

Retorted he with the iciest of glares, ‘Takes one to know one’

Pinned against the wall, her knees in his chest, stilettoes in his crotch

Feeling his erection pulsate through her heels. . . how was this possible

Through those black steely eyes he whispered, ‘Power Corrupts’

Neck flung sideways, exposed to long nimble fingers seductively stroking her

Brushing her bangs aside, ‘You want, nay crave this. I know it. You know it’

At any moment his fangs she expected him to bare and bite down

 ‘You love domination.  Saw it in how you treated your staff like shyt!!

Such brazenness; cockiness bordering on pure straight de’ arrogance

Breaking free of his grasp; yet so easily the bond was broken she wondered

‘Because I permit it so.’ He licked her lips in defiance, issuing a dare

Walking over to the sliding balcony bay windows, his back to her

His words reverberated like a sexual shockwave o’ver her psyche

Numbing at first, then releasing a flood of uncontrollable emotions

‘Now come hither and do my bidding, M’lady

Let me lick betwixt those lovely toes, tongue toss dem to and fro’

The nasty sluttish way he barked his demands

Had her wanting to peel off her pannies immediately

His casting chilly glance aside waved her off

With clarity her role she fully comprehended

Driving harder & deeper her Christian Louboutin stilettoes

He flinched not, his poker face painting no emotions

Yet once in his mouth, his talented tongue fucked her delicious digits    

She peered down, the only telling evidence from his body

Was his bulbous head glistening with pre-cum

Reaching between her thighs, she fingerfucked herself silly

Bringing them both to their own hedonistic frenzied orgasms

Indeed, “Power Corrupts”