Dismissing the sound, she told herself that it was her imagination. She rapidly continued her typing, concentrating on the report, making sure she got each fact and figure correct. Mr Stinson was a stickler for details and wouldn’t hesitate to fire her anyway if she got something wrong.
Sometimes she wanted to quit, she hated working there so much. Well, mostly she hated her boss. He was a real uptight asshole who never so much as cracked a smile. That wouldn’t be that bad, except he was the most gorgeous, sexiest man she’d ever seen. Sometimes she got hot imagining that instead of leaning over her pointing out her mistakes, he was leaning over her to kiss her or touch her breasts.
She reached out to double-check her place on the page and caught a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye. Before she could swing around, a gloved hand clamped itself over her mouth and something cold and sharp pressed against her neck. She drew in a gasping breath, ready to scream.
‘Don’t move or make a sound,’ a low voice hissed in her ear. ‘I would hate to have to hurt you. I’ve been watching you,’ the intruder said. ‘Watching and wondering. All sorts of things. I wondered if your tits were real. If you were a natural redhead. I wondered if you liked to suck cock and if your pussy was hot and juicy.’
Her throat tightened. Who was this man?
A tongue swirled in her ear, sending shivers through her body, despite herself. ‘And tonight I’m going to find out.’
Oh, Jesus, she thought. This guy was going to make her blow him, and then he was going to fuck her. She started to squirm, wondering if she could free herself enough to escape.
‘Now here are the ground rules,’ her rapist said. ‘You don’t scream or yell. One peep out of you and I gag you with your panties. I’m going to blindfold you. No peeking through or underneath. Your hands will be tied behind you, but I’ll leave your legs free. If you don’t open your legs when I say so or try to run or kick me, I’ll tie you spread so wide you’ll feel like a wishbone. Got it?’
She nodded.
‘Now, take your hands off the keyboard, lean forward and put them behind you.’
Margaret followed the instructions, moving slowly so that the knife at her throat wouldn’t cut her. When she had leaned far enough over the keyboard, her captor took his hand off her mouth. ‘Remember. No noise. Now place the backs of your hands against each other.’
She struggled to obey him, then felt a pair of cold handcuffs slide over her wrists and snap shut. Once she was cuffed, the knife was removed from her throat and he slipped a black elastic blindfold over her eyes, blocking out the meagre light from her desk lamp.
‘Much better,’ he said. ‘Now it’s time for some fun.’ He spun her chair around. ‘Stand up.’
Her tied hands threw her off balance. Finally, she stood there, tottering on her heels, her chest thrust out because of her cuffed wrists. She listened intently, trying to figure out where he was by the sound of his breathing.
He guided her several steps to the side and then backwards. She stopped when she felt the rough edge of a desk against the backs of her legs. His hands came up under her arms. ‘Hop up,’ he said and hoisted her up to sit on the desk.
Pushing her down on her back so that her head hung over the far end, he trailed one hand over her body as he walked around the desk. She heard the rasp of a zipper, followed by the scuffling noises of clothes being removed.
One finger on either side of her mouth pried it open, tipping her head back even farther. Before she could protest, he filled her mouth with his cock, stuffing it past her lips and down her throat.
She swallowed convulsively several times, trying not to gag. The tightness must’ve acted as a stimulant because his dick immediately stiffened. The longer and harder it grew, the easier it slid down her throat. Her captor held her head still while he pumped his hips.
‘Aah, that feels good,’ he groaned. ‘I knew you’d have a hot mouth, my sweet. Just open wide and let me fuck my cock down your throat.’
She’d never had a guy talk to her like this. Despite the circumstances, she liked it. It made her feel sexy and hot. Maybe she was really a slut at heart, loving to suck and get fucked. The thought that she was going to get fucked after this made her hot. Funny how a situation could completely turn around. She might have been tied up, blindfolded and stripped at knifepoint, but she couldn’t deny that this forced cocksucking was making her hot. She could feel her nipples hardening against her bra and her crotch was already wet with anticipation.
She swirled her tongue around the huge cock that was invading her throat, sucking hard on the shaft, instead of passively letting it penetrate her. Another groan from her captor told her that he liked what she was doing and she began to avidly lick and suck at him.
His thrusts got harder and faster, going deeper down into her throat. ‘That’s right, my sweet,’ he said. ‘That’s good. Keep sucking! Harder! Faster! Oh, God, I’m going to come.’
As he began to squirt into her mouth, he grasped her head and held it still, shoving the entire length of his huge cock down her throat, holding it there as his belly convulsed against her. Automatically she swallowed to keep from drowning, tasting the sweetness that slid down the back of her throat into her stomach.
After her tightly suctioned lips pulled the last drops out of his prick, he slowly drew it out of her mouth, wiping the tip around her cheeks. She stuck out her tongue, trying to get the last drops.
‘I needed that,’ he said. ‘Keeping an eye on you has kept me worked up for days. But that took the edge off.’
She was afraid to ask him what his plans were. What if they weren’t as sexy or kinky as she was hoping? Would she be disappointed? My God, what a slut she was. She had just been forced to suck a guy off while still totally clothed and all she could hope was that the rest of the night was as sexy and kinky as this had been.
His hands came up behind her head, lifting her into an upright position, seated on the desk. Then he moved around to stand in front of her and push her legs apart. She sat there, biting her lip, knowing that if he touched her crotch he would find it drenched. She jumped as she felt one finger swipe up from bottom to top of her panty-covered slit.
‘Wet,’ he said. ‘Absolutely soaking wet. Well, that just makes things easier. I won’t have to worry about tearing you. Hop down off the desk,’ he ordered, then steadied her as she obeyed his command, tottering in her heels.
She felt fingers at the top of her blouse. He quickly stripped her blouse and skirt off, leaving her in her bra and panties. The cold edge of the knife slid up one hip, under the material of her panties. When he gave a yank, it easily slit the silk. He repeated this on her other hip, then pulled the two halves of her panties away from her body.
Afraid to say a word, she held herself perfectly still as the knife traced a pattern from the top of her pubic hair up and over her stomach until the sharp edge ripped open her bra. He cut every possible strap so the garment hung in tatters from her shoulders before he pulled it away from her, leaving her with nothing but a blindfold on.
‘Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt your pretty body,’ he said. ‘Unless you disobey me and I have to.’ She heard him set the knife down. Then he trailed a finger over her shoulder and collar bone and down to the swell of her tit. His fingertip felt rough on her soft skin, but somehow sensuous and her nipples tightened into painfully hard buds. She no longer wondered how that could be. It was obvious she was turned on.
Maybe it was that she didn’t truly feel in any physical danger yet. Yes, she was handcuffed and blindfolded. And though he had just fucked her mouth and then stripped her, so far he had caused her no pain.
His wandering finger flicked her nipple, though. ‘Look at this,’ he murmured. ‘Are you cold or just glad to see me?’ He flicked the other nipple, causing a ripple of sensation to run through her body.
‘Please,’ she whispered.
‘Please what, my sweet?’
‘Please,’ she repeated, shaking her head. She wasn’t
quite sure what she was pleading for.
‘Perhaps you want me to do this.’ His fingers pinched her bud between them, sending shooting sensations from her breasts to her groin. ‘Or even this.’ He pulled her breasts away from her body, using just her nipples, stretching them to an unbearable length.
She shivered from the feelings, wondering how much more she could take. A lot more, she thought, excitedly hoping that he would continue with this sexy torture.
‘Spread your legs,’ he commanded.
She immediately shifted her feet apart.
‘Wider.’
She inched her heels away until she felt like she would fall if she moved anymore. What was she thinking? She was tied up against her will and being forced to perform sex acts on a total stranger. So why was she so hot and bothered? Unwilling to analyse the situation any longer, she let herself go with the flow, enjoying the sex acts as though this man was her steady boyfriend, a position that was currently vacant.
Her captor chuckled. ‘Are you beginning to enjoy my touch? Let’s try this!’
This turned out to be a large finger thrust up into her dripping pussy. She shoved her entire body at him, silently willing him to make her come. She knew it wouldn’t take much. Just a few more thrusts of his finger and she’d climax heavily. But before that could happen, he removed his finger. She had to stifle her small whimper of dismay that this wondrous sensation had been withdrawn.
‘Not yet, my sweet. I have other plans for you.’ Her captor’s voice was hoarse with longing as he guided her back to the desk. He lifted her onto the smooth wood top and laid her back.
As he positioned her so that she was at the edge of the desk, her head tilted backwards off the other side. But this time, he didn’t come around to have her suck him off. Instead, he remained between her spread thighs. She could feel the heat from his body as he leaned up against her dripping cunt.
‘It’s time for some more fun,’ he said. ‘I wonder which part of this you’ll enjoy better. Clips on your tits or my tongue on your clit.’
She held perfectly still, lying awkwardly with her still cuffed hands underneath the small of her back. The thought of him licking her pussy sent a fresh wave of desire through her. She only hoped that he would let her come, at least once.
A drawer rattled open next to her right thigh. He rummaged around, placed something on the desk, then slammed the drawer shut.
When she felt his hands on her breasts, she held her breath, unsure of the pain to come. But instead, he used his fingers to massage her tit, plumping it between his palms, pinching the tender nipple to hardness.
‘What a lovely tit,’ he crooned as he worked. ‘So nice and round, not fake at all. And your nipples are a sight to see. Long and big and stiff as little acorns right now. Just the perfect thing for a small binder clip to clamp onto. Now, take a deep breath and hold it.’
As she did, he released the clip onto her right nipple. Her breath rushed from her lungs in response to the sharp sting of pain that filled her chest. She hissed in response, trying desperately not to cry out.
‘Again,’ he ordered. Without thinking, she obeyed, holding her breath until he attached the clip to her other nipple. She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming at the pain that doubled through her.
Her captor leaned over her, his chest pressing against her tortured tits, pressing the clips even harder into her breasts. ‘When I kiss you, you have my permission to scream,’ he said. ‘But only when I kiss you.’
He pressed his open mouth against hers, his tongue sliding deep inside. She cried out several times, the sounds completely muffled by his kiss. Finally, she stopped shrieking and started kissing him back. He let her do this for several seconds before drawing away.
‘You’re doing very well, my sweet,’ he complimented her. ‘Now for the second half of this part.’
He lifted his body from hers, letting her lay there, the cool air rushing over her bare body. She heard the sound of rollers on the floor as he moved a chair between her legs. Then his hands clamped on her inner thighs, holding her still.
She held her breath again, willing him to lick her throbbing pussy. His hot breath washed over her quivering cunt. A sigh escaped her as the thin point of his tongue touched her dripping lips, then slid inside her pussy. He withdrew, then slowly traced a design up and down her labia.
She whimpered when he drew back. ‘Please,’ she whispered.
‘We’ve been through this before. Please what, my sweet?’
She hesitated, her nipples throbbing in their torture, her pussy dripping with her juices. ‘Please… please lick me,’ she forced the words out.
‘Lick what?’
‘My… my pussy,’ she stuttered. ‘Oh, God, I need you to lick me. Make me come.’
‘Your wish is my command.’
As though her words had released his restraint, he leaned forward, devouring her flesh. His tongue scoured every inch of her aching pussy, seeking out every nerve ending and torturing it with pleasure.
The waves shot through her body, zinging off her stinging nipples back to her swollen cunt. He ran the tip of his tongue around her sex lips several times before plunging it deep inside her repeatedly, fucking her with his tongue. He slid his tongue out of her and traced a pattern lower, circling her asshole. She clenched her anus in shock and surprise, then released the muscle, enjoying his probing tongue in that orifice.
After he thoroughly wetted her behind, he returned to her pussy, sucking the juices out of her. When she began to pant in ecstasy, he left her cunt and concentrated on her clit, alternately licking at the sensitive bud, then applying hard suction all around it.
She had never imagined these sensations before. They were unlike anything she’d ever experienced during sex. And it was even more incredible because of the situation. Instead of being in a nice bed with a considerate lover, she was blindfolded, cuffed and clamped on top of a desk being ravished by an unknown captor.
Exquisite pleasure shot through her quivering body and she squirmed against the rising tide, but her captor stayed with every thrust she made until her body went rigid under the onslaught. He gripped her spread thighs even tighter and nipped at her exposed, bulging clit. Margaret gave a shriek at the unexpected sensation, immediately stifling the noise by biting her lip. Her back arched involuntarily even further until she was almost bowed.
‘Oh, God,’ she moaned. ‘I’m coming. I can’t help it. I’m coming!’
Finally, after what seemed like hours of the beautiful pleasure, her captor released her clit and she slumped back down on the desk, her wrists still cuffed behind her back, her nipples still throbbing in their binder clips. An unbelievable feeling of satiated lust fell over her as she took in deep breaths, trying to calm her pounding heart.
‘Delicious, my sweet,’ her captor said. ‘You are marvellous. Here, taste.’
He pulled her into a sitting position on the edge of the desk, then kissed her. His mouth was warm and wet and tasted of her own juices. Instead of being repulsed, she found it a turn-on and wondered if he could taste the faint residue of his semen on her tongue.
‘I think it’s time to take the blindfold and the cuffs off,’ her attacker said. ‘I believe I can trust you not to run or scream.’
Who was this man, Margaret wondered? Obviously he had no fear that she was going to report this to the police. But why would she? She’d never felt so much pleasure in her life. If her captor was someone she knew, she wanted to convince him to keep her.
‘But I’ll leave the binder clips on,’ he continued. ‘I think they’ll add to what’s to come.’
She heard a small click as he unlocked the metal handcuffs. She brought her hands around her front, massaging the aches in her wrists and arms from being bound like that. Then her captor reached around her head and untied the knot back there. Slowly he lifted the blindfold away from her eyes and took a step backwards.
She blinked against the sudden brightness. Even though t
here was only one light on, it seemed like a thousand floodlights. She glanced down, suddenly more aware of her kinky nakedness than ever before. She almost wished he’d put the blindfold back on. She’d felt much freer behind the anonymity of it.
Then she raised her eyes a fraction of an inch and saw a pair of legs standing in front of her. She forgot about the aches and pains in her wrists and arms. Ever so slowly, she raised her gaze inch by inch, taking in the beauty of the masculine form in front of her.
Strong thighs topped long muscular legs. His hips were slim, but beautifully framed his cock and balls. She stopped there for a moment and swallowed hard. His cock stood at attention, inches from his washboard flat belly, its bulbous head capping off an impressive shaft that had to be at least nine or ten inches long.
She continued her perusal up his flat stomach, over his well-defined pecs and chest until she reached his face. Her breath caught in her throat, stifling her gasp of surprise.
Somehow she’d expected to know her captor, but she hadn’t expected it to be her boss, J. Robert Stinson. ‘But… you…’
He laid a finger on her lips. ‘I’ve wanted you for a long time. Wanted to do this with you. Tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity. I’d give you the option to leave if you were uncomfortable. But you’re so wet, I know you’re enjoying this. You can’t deny it.’
She didn’t want to. Somehow this man had tapped into her secret fantasies, making them come true. She wasn’t about to walk away from that. ‘Now what?’
‘Now what, sir,’ he said. ‘You will call me sir, both in private and public.’
‘Now what, sir?’
‘Would you like to be fucked?’
In response, her nipples throbbed in their captivity. ‘Oh, yes, sir,’ she answered. ‘Please fuck me!’
He stared at her spread thighs and clamped nipples a moment longer, then snapped his fingers. ‘Off the desk and follow me.’
Margaret awkwardly slid off the edge onto her heels, wobbling a bit, but keeping her balance. She followed her boss out of the common area of cubicles into his private office, watching his firm buttocks flex with every step. She’d always thought he was sexy, but had never dreamed he had such a toned body.
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