The Devil Wants More

by Sarah Westerly

  She wanted more of him because she knew that once she walked out that door, things between them were over. Erin tried moving about the bed in a way that might wake Danny but nothing seemed to work. He was out. Erin pulled back the sheet and saw that even when he wasn't erect, Danny's size was impressive. She wanted to say goodbye so she placed the limp member in her mouth and dragged her lips over his shaft, growing now by the second. Soon he was fully erect and Erin was enjoying having her mouth filled. She looked and could tell Danny was pretending to still be asleep.

  Erin removed her mouth from his cock, making a popping noise and she held it with her hand saying, "Don't worry, I'm going to finish this whether you're awake or not."

  A slight smile crept over Danny's face. Erin continued bobbing her head on him for only a short while longer before he silently filled her mouth with his warm love. She swallowed it all.

  Danny may not have been asleep but he could barely move. Erin went about the room collecting her things and getting dressed. Danny could hardly lift his eyelids to see her getting dressed.

  "Where are you going? Come back to bed."

  "I have to get going, back to my life. You should too," Erin knelt beside the bed. "And of course, this needs to be our little secret..."

  Before Erin could finish her sentence, Danny put his finger on her lips and shushed her again. Erin had more she wanted to say but didn't want to ruin the moment. She kissed his finger, collected her purse and walked out the door with her head held high and never looking back. Danny just laid in bed, watching the best fuck of his life walk out of his room.

  Shocked at what she did, Erin confidently strode through the lobby and out to her car. The very prominent wet spot on her panties was still damp. It gave her a reminder of how scandalous she was that night and feeling the cold wet mess as she walked turned her on and gave her reason to walk out with her head held high.

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  When Erin got home, she knew she only had a few hours before her normal life came back. She carefully placed her fancy bra and wet panties away in a special spot where only she would find them. She had no use for them now, her tryst was a one time thing to relieve her tension. The sexy underwear needed to be locked away so she wouldn't be tempted again.

  Erin placed her scandalous lingerie in a box and put it in the back of the closet. She placed shoe boxes, random clothes and whatever else she could find on top of it. If this box remained hidden and buried, so would her temptations.

  ...Or so she thought. As Erin would soon realize, her night with Danny had awoken a beast. A beast that, unlike Erin, would not go quietly.

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  Punishing My Billionaire Boss

  (Office Submission and Domination)

  by Sarah Westerly

  © 2016 Sarah Westerly / 7 Inch Books

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, places, events and characters are purely fictitious. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or any actual events is coincidental. All characters in the following story are consenting adults over the age of eighteen.

  Punishing My Billionaire Boss

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  "Have I got some news for you," Teresa said while standing in front of my desk and smirking. Her half smile let me know that her ‘news’ was something that was going to affect me negatively, not her. "He's coming into the office, on Monday." Teresa couldn't hide her delight in ruining my day. Bitch.

  The ‘he’ she was referring to was my boss, Chester Steele. Sorry, I mean Mr. Steele. I was hired 7 months ago as his administrative assistant and still hadn't met him in the flesh. That was a good thing, everyone assured me.

  "He's a complete asshole," was something I heard frequently.

  "You couldn't pay me enough to do your job," was another thing people kept telling me.

  I kind of understood where they were coming from just from the way he spoke to me over email. He was curt and rude but his messages were so infrequent, this job was pretty easy.

  It took two interviews before I was told who my boss would be. Due to Mr. Steele being very powerful and very wealthy, they had to take precautions on who they let know or else people would be pounding down the door for the opportunity to be close to the eccentric billionaire. I acted as cool and unfazed as possible and after two more rounds of interviews, was finally given an offer. Mr. Steele sent an introductory email and then I didn't hear from him again for a month.

  He was a busy man and traveled all over the world. The office he kept was mainly to have an official location. After asking countless times what I should be doing, I figured out I mainly had to maintain his calendar and appointments, set reminders for him and make sure he didn't have any conflicts. I found this fairly easy and thought it was going well, he had never told me otherwise. Until I had been for a little more than a month.

  I received an email from him at 4 a.m. one morning:

  Kerry, I am sitting in a waiting room in Dubai visiting a very important client and they are telling me they had no idea I was coming. This is completely unacceptable and this kind of careless behavior puts our business in extreme jeopardy. Consider this a warning, there won't be another. - CS

  I was woken up immediately when my work phone alerted me to the email and it disturbed me to say the least. How was I supposed to know he was going to see that client? I didn't even know he was in Dubai. I paced around my apartment for an hour, trying to figure the best response. I needed to defend my position while also deferring to his authority. I typed back that he hadn't updated his itinerary therefore I was unaware of his plans. I assured him that I comb over every detail of his travel and appointments and was certain I would never ever miss a planned meeting. I hit send and immediately began to doubt my wording.

  Since that was the first indication that this man was difficult, I asked around the office for advice, curious if I had taken the right stance.

  "You can't win with that man, good luck," the den-mother of the office, a woman named Barbara, told me. She had known Mr. Steele for a very long time so that wasn't encouraging. I heard more of the same from the rest of the office so I began to really worry. They told me that he'd blame me for everything and that there was no way to make him happy.

  "Best you can do is pray he never decides to come into the office," Barbara told me as though I was fucked if he ever did.

  And now, after 7 months of barely any communication, I was about to meet my asshole boss.

  *****

  I hadn't heard much from Mr. Steele since his threatening email. A few emails saying nothing more than "ok" and a handful that bordered on friendly "have a good weekend" and that was it. After his warning to me, I worked my butt off to make sure I didn't screw anything up. I was constantly researching his schedule and itinerary to make sure I knew exactly what was going on and where he was. I thought I was doing a good job but knew I'd never hear it from him.

  The weekend before I had expected to meet him, I was a nervous wreck. I watched his movements as best as possible and kept constantly refreshing my email. When I saw his plane had arrived, I almost threw up. My walk into the office that Monday morning was full of dread.

  I arrived in the office like I was being marched to the gallows. The place was immaculate, everyone was dressed their best, all in preparation for the arrival of our leader, a notorious asshole. We were all on pins and needles all day, waiting for him to burst through the doors at any moment.

  Only, he never came.

  I watched his activity throughout the day and kept everyone updated. I booked, confirmed and updated appointments all over town, praying he would stay far away. I felt like we had dodged a bullet when it reached 7pm and
I had made him dinner reservations.

  "Don't relax yet girl," Barbara told me when she saw the relieved look on my face, "he'll be coming. Trust me."

  I didn't feel safe calling it quits for the day so I spent the night glued to my work phone, ready for any matter that needed attending to. I passed out on my couch, exhausted from the anxiety.

  The next morning was the same: spotless office and everyone's best clothes. I held out hope the day would be like the previous (he'd never come in) but those hopes we're dashed when the entire office stood up suddenly when a new visitor opened the door. I got a few dirty looks for not alerting everyone that he was on his way.

  I almost fainted by the rush of adrenaline when I realized what was going on. The door opened and an energy entered the room first. I don't know how else to describe it, I immediately felt dwarfed by the force of the figure in the door. The air had been sucked out of the room, seemingly pulled in by our visitor to keep all for himself. The rest of us waited, holding our breath.

  Inspecting the guest, I saw an impressively good looking man with salt-and-pepper hair, a perfectly tailored suit and a body that defied his age. He was carrying flowers which I assumed were for me; they weren't, he gave them to Barbara followed by a kiss on her cheek. I held a stack of mail and important papers for Mr. Steele, assuming I would be one of the first stops he made (after Barbara). I wasn't, he greeted nearly half of the office before finally approaching my desk. I extended my free hand for a shake, he handed me his coat.

  "You must be Kerry," he told me as I took his coat.

  "Yessir." He was too busy reviewing the stack of papers to give me a response. I interrupted the silence as the whole office was watching our interaction, "it's great to finally meet you." He raised an eyebrow and looked at me for a brief moment before walking into his office and closing the door.

  The next few hours were tense. Mr. Steele would yell loudly for my attention (even though we had an intercom) and make demands I had to scramble to meet. He wanted the world and I was doing my best to provide it. Not one of his requests went unfulfilled so I was perplexed when at the end of the day, he looked disappointed. I dared not leave before he did, I finally allowed myself to go home a full hour after he left the office. Mr. Steele didn't say a word to me before he walked out.

  It was so late, I was certain I was the only one left in the building. As I made my way to the exit, I realized I should go to the bathroom before I began my commute. The women's room is on the opposite side so I made my way down the dimly lit hallway. As I put my hands on the bathroom door to push it open, I saw light coming from one of the offices. I looked up and saw an office with its door wide open, lit solely by a single desk lamp.

  At first I assumed somebody had forgotten to turn off their lamp. I wanted to continue to prove I was a team player and went to do the person a favor and turn it off. After about three steps in the direction of the office, I then heard an unmistakable sound: a woman's ecstatic moan.

  Holy shit! What did I just uncover? I knew the best option would be to turn and leave quickly, this wasn't my business. Even though I knew it was just inviting trouble, I just had to go see who was having the good time.

  I crept down the hallway in the shadows, certain to make each movement silent. I had dropped my bag and loose clothing by the bathroom to assist in my stealthiness. I found a spot shrouded in darkness with a good view into the sex office. I squinted hard and made out a woman, on all fours, on top of the desk. Her panties pulled down to just above her knees as a man thrusting into her from behind.

  The scandal! I squinted as hard as I could and made out the couple. It was Barbara and her boss Mr. Henderson, banging away like rabbits on his desk. I wanted to run, I had all of the info I needed, but I couldn’t stop watching. Barbara brought her head back and Mr. Henderson pulled her hair. I watched the flesh on her ass quiver with each push of his cock into her waiting hole.

  I couldn't believe how turned on I was watching this. I teased myself, letting my finger put a little pressure on my mound from outside of my pants. To be honest, I would've loved to drop trou right there and have at myself but I controlled my desires. Once I got home would be a different story though. I felt my temperature rising and knew I couldn't control these urges much longer. With one last look towards the couple mid-coitus, I crept back down the hall so that I could go home for some relief.

  On my way home, I couldn't stop thinking about what I saw. Barbara was a very well liked woman in the office and everyone practically bows to her, even the executives. Was the secret to her power the willingness to put out? Did she have the powerful men of the office in her hands because she fucked all of them? I had a lot to think about and needed to figure out what I was willing to do to succeed here.

  I got home and couldn’t stop thinking about Barbara’s way to get ahead. What if that’s what it took? Could I ever be that type of person? I was so lost in thought while going through my mail I hadn’t noticed I had straddled the arm of my couch. I grinded my eager pussy on the couch, driving it into the furniture. Back and forth on the couch’s arm dreaming about Mr. Henderson giving it to me from behind. I could hear the fabric of my pants as they dragged across the couch. My pussy felt so wet. I pushed my whole bottom half strongly into the arm of the furniture, I thought it might break.

  “Oh Mr. Henderson, stretch me wide.” Thinking about my panties still wrapped around my thighs, kind of in the way like we couldn’t take the time to pull them all of the way off. Loving the way my knees felt as they braced for traction on the freshly cleaned desk. Feeling Mr. Henderson grab the sides of my ass as he guided himself in and out of my wet pocket. I imagined him shooting a warm rope inside of my pink folds, covering my insides and dripping down my legs and onto the desk. We’d leave it in a pool on the mahogany surface, a trophy of our time together.

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  The next morning I got ready for work and made the impromptu decision to dress a little bit...sexier. Nothing over the top, just show a little more leg in a skirt that was very form fitting. I hadn’t made the decision to go full-Barbara but I wanted to dangle that as an option to maybe get myself out of danger. Who wouldn’t want the option of my hot 22 year old body vs. the older, worn out body of Barbara’s? Just a little tease for the fellas to help get me in their good graces.

  I drove to the office fully confident today would be different. I was here early and going to get a jump on everything before the office started to buzz Opening the door with head held high, I was ready for whatever was going to be thrown at me.

  “Hey...in here.” I heard a voice shout out from somewhere in the office. I knew immediately who it was. My billionaire boss.

  I had barely taken off my coat before I was given a list of things that were “wrong” and needed attention right away. When I tried to point out that most of these new things conflicted with the list of urgent things from yesterday, I was told I didn’t “get it”. Mr. Steele had to leave the office for an appointment (which I snuck into his schedule) and left me by my lonesome to make heads or tails of this mess. When he returned a few hours later, I felt I had made sense out of the nonsense in his head.

  “Mr. Steele, if you look here,” I approached his desk, bringing him the files I needed him to see. He gave them a brief look and I caught him staring at my legs. I had purposely worn a skirt that was a little high and now I saw that it had his attention. I moved myself closer and sat on his desk as he pretended to have a hard time seeing the papers.

  “Hmmm, very interesting,” he told me as he grasped the documents that I was still holding, bringing me in closer to him. Mr. Steele placed his other hand on my pantyhose clad knee. I felt electricity in his touch.

  I leaned in closer, my cleavage directly in his face. “Did you see this?” I asked, pointing to an arbitrary spot on the paper as he looked down my shirt and between my pushed up tits.

  “No,” he murmured as his hand moved further up my thigh, making a sound as his well manicured hand
dragged over my hosiery. I moved in closer, clearing the way for him to make a move. I could feel his breath on my skin, his hand now groping my thigh.

  And then his phone made a loud ‘chime’. Mr. Steele immediately disengaged from my body and raced over to his phone. “Shit!” he yelled out, “I have 10 minutes to get to this meeting. Why didn’t you remind me?” he furiously asked me as he grabbed his jacket and started putting it on. “You need to get a handle on this, right away!”

  Mr. Steele left the office in a huff, leaving me with a case of feminine blue balls and a sense of doom. I ran out of ideas on how to please this man.

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