The Master Programmer-Chapter 114: Trembling Legs 2

Jason walked out of the storeroom with Mia trailing behind him, her legs and hands trembling ever so slightly. Her flushed cheeks and tousled hair were unmistakable evidence of their "coffee break." She clutched her notebook tightly, trying to steady her breath.

"Ever since I met you," Mia began, her voice husky but tinged with awe, "you rocked my world. I feel like my concept of intimacy will never be the same again."

Jason chuckled softly, his voice smooth as velvet. He adjusted his cufflinks, his sharp features illuminated by the overhead lights. He acted like he didn’t see someone walking away. Anyway, it was fine. He would see Samantha late. And it would be very soon too. Telling Mia about someone else was not going to help him either.

"Good," he replied, his lips curling into a faint, confident smirk. "I’d hate to be forgettable."

Mia exhaled sharply, her face reddening further as she stammered, "You’re… unforgettable, alright." She hesitated before stepping away, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. "I need to… get back to work. I dont even know how I am going to work like this… I’m still shaking…"

"You want me to shake you up even more?" Jason asked with a smirk, only for Mia to smile and step back, shaking her head as if fearing something in him. She then turned and quickly walked away, causing chuckles to escape Jason as he watched her.

She was an… interesting girl. Jason knew that for sure. A very fun, and somewhat needed distraction, especially now with his sex drive increasing. It was funny. He had so many women… But funnily enough, the sex he enjoyed the most was this kind of dark, wanting, disgusting sex that could only be gotten from people like Mia and Isabella.

What did that mean about his nature? What did that mean about the type of person he was?

Jason watched her retreat, his smirk growing wider. As she disappeared around the corner, he turned his attention to a seemingly inconspicuous door at the end of the corridor. It was slightly ajar, and something about it piqued his curiosity. Is that where you went, Samantha?

He pushed it open without hesitation. The dim light inside cast long shadows, and the faint scent of perfume lingered in the air. Jason’s sharp eyes immediately landed on a figure… Samantha Ellis.

She was perched on the edge of a small counter, her blazer discarded and her blouse slightly unbuttoned. Her blue eyes locked onto his, equal parts surprise and challenge.

"Samantha," Jason said, his tone dripping with amusement. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Samantha’s lips curved into a sly smile. So he knew... She stood, her movements deliberate and graceful. Dusting herself off, she approached him with a predatory air.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" she countered, her voice low and sultry.

Jason’s smirk didn’t falter. He stepped closer, towering over her, and placed a hand on the wall beside her, the sharp sound of his palm meeting the surface echoing in the confined space. Samantha flinched, her breath hitching, but her gaze never wavered.

"I know you were watching. I know you liked watching it too, otherwise, you would have interrupted us. I could hear you... panting... huffing and puffing as you fought the urge to touch yourself… You must be so deep into your obsession with me, you dont even know what to do with yourself," Jason said with a smirk as he leaned down towards her, making her push her head backwards only to hit the wall behind her.

But when she realised that she was being pushed back, she frowned. She was being dominated. Like that bitch in that room! She, Samantha Ellis, the coldest bitch in the business world of this city, was being dominated?

Samantha pushed him back, barely managing to make him move only because he let her. "Jason, dont you dare! Do you not understand how your actions and activity are unbecoming of a director of this company?! Stop trying to use these methods to get under my skin!"

"Your Skin?!" Jason said, chuckling as he took a deep breath, pushing her back onto the wall, his head at her neck area. "Let’s get one thing straight," Jason said, his voice firm yet teasing. "YOU need to stop trying to get under MY skin. Because if you keep pushing, Samantha… I might just push back."

The tension between them crackled like electricity. Samantha’s bravado faltered for a moment, her lips parting as if to respond, but no words came out. Jason took a step back, satisfied, and turned to leave.

"Wait," Samantha called out, her voice regaining its strength. Jason stopped in place, but he didn’t turn. He didn’t want Samantha to see the smile on his face. But if only he knew that Samantha had a smile on her face too at that moment, how would he feel?

"That girl… what was her name? Mia? She… is not like you. She’s not a director."

Jason paused, glancing over his shoulder. Samantha’s expression had shifted; the playful arrogance was gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable, and maybe even vicious.

Samantha smirked evilly. "Do you want her to get fired? Do you really want her to go down for something you both did?" Before Jason replied, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, elegant piece of paper with some numbers and scratches on it. Two remaining numbers, with one scratched out.

"Your massage coupon," she said, holding it up. "There are still two claims left."

Jason raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And?"

Samantha’s cheeks flushed slightly, but her voice remained steady. "I’m cashing one in. Right here. Right now. But there’s a twist… I want a special massage. A different kind. And if you dont give it to me… let’s just say that I dont have to get under your skin. I just have to find a woman whose skin you’ve already gotten under. And make her life very difficult from now on."

Jason’s frown deepened. Special massage? What did that even mean? And why did it sound… dangerous? "Samantha... are you really blackmailing me? And a ’special massage’? Here? In this… stall? You can’t be serious." He said, trying to find any excuse to get out of this.

She sounded like those perverts who forced people to do them sexual favours in exchange for company benefits. Jason did not like the direction where this was heading.

Samantha nodded, unbuttoning her cuffs and rolling up her sleeves. Her movements were deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. "I’m dead serious. I’ve been tense all day," she said, her tone challenging him. "And I think you’re the only one who can help. Don’t you want to knock out another one of these massage coupons?"

Jason’s smirk returned, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, if you insist."

He stepped closer, his hands finding their way to her shoulders. As he began kneading her tense muscles, Samantha let out a soft sigh of relief, her head tilting back slightly. The confined space seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with an unspoken tension.

And then Samantha changed her demeanour. "I did say special massage did I not?"

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Jason looked at this petite woman with interest. "Yes, you did… How may I be of service?"

She turned her body around, looking him deep in the eyes. "I need one thing from you... Get on your knees."

With a smouldering gaze, Samantha stepped back from Jason, her stiletto heels clicking against the cold floor of the service storeroom. She unbuttoned her tailored suit jacket, revealing a crimson camisole that clung to her petite figure. She placed a hand on her hip, the other pointing to the floor. "You heard me, Jason. On your knees."

Jason’s eyes widened for a moment, a mix of surprise and also a bit of excitement playing across his features. With his intense sex drive, he was feeling his blood rush once again. But this time he was not going to let himself go. He would do exactly as she wanted him to.

But still, as he put one knee on the floor, lowering the other, he gazed up at her, seeing those eyes that were blazing with the will to dominate. He knew Samantha was a woman who liked to take charge, but this was a side of her he hadn’t yet seen. Or rather he had never experienced such a thing before. It was going to be interesting to see something like this.

Slowly, he lowered himself again, his knee hitting the floor with a soft thud. His hands remained at his sides, palms flat against his thighs, as he awaited her next command. Maybe because he had never been in that kind of situation before, but Jason gazed at her in a way that almost chilled the room.

But there was also a heat in that gaze, a heat that only Samantha seemed to feel.

She stepped closer, her fingers tracing the line of her neck before she reached behind and began to unhook her bra. It fell away, exposing her firm, petite breasts, the nipples already pert with anticipation. "You’ve been eager to get your hands on these, haven’t you?" she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

Jason looked at her, narrowing his eyes. "Samantha, you think you can just—"

"Shut up and do as I say!" Samantha said, her eyes wide as she looked down at Jason in anger. She then calmed herself, taking a step towards the man. "Tell me you want to touch these little tits. Say it!"

Jason swallowed a gulp of saliva, feeling heated at the sight before him. "Yes," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with desire. "I do want to touch those cute little tits. Always have."

"Good," she said with a wicked smile, taking his hand and placing it on her right breast. "Now, make me cum. And remember three times, just like you did with that slutty receptionist. But me, you can only use your hands and your mouth. I’m sure your cock must be tired after all that work…"

Jason smirked coldly, not willing to be underestimated. "My cock never gets ti—"

"Shut it, Jason!" Samantha said in irritation. "Just shut up and touch me."

He began to knead her soft flesh, his thumb circling her areola before his mouth followed. He sucked gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she gasped. Her hand tangled in his hair, guiding him as he switched to her left breast, his other hand roaming down to her waist, his thumbs hooking into her pants.

"Mmm, yes," she moaned, her hips swaying slightly. "But you need to do better than that."