Office Hours

by Lucia Jordan

  Copyright © 2012 by Lucia Jordan

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.#

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  Office Hours

  She could just imagine what it would be like, being made love to by a man like him. It won’t be flowery or slow and neither would it be gentle. It would be a hard, fast, rough taking that would make her pussy twitch for days after with the memory.

  Sighing raggedly, Holly looked reluctantly away from the profile of her boss, Jason Newman. He was in his early thirties, and the owner of the company where she worked. He was also the hottest man alive, granted, but she had to stop thinking of sex every time she looked at him. Here they all were, at least ten in number, having a top-level meeting in the boardroom. The last thing she should be thinking about was Mr. Newman’s cock sliding deep in and out of her from behind. But damn, that would be something, Holly thought dreamily.

  At last the meeting was over, thankfully. She stacked up her papers and was about to make a quick exit along with the other employees, before she heard a deep voice say her name from across the room.

  She turned sharply on her heel. Mr. Newman. He was standing at the head of the table and beckoning to her. Swallowing, she willed herself to not panic as she made her way over to him. The boardroom had emptied by now, so it was just the two of them. Now what?

  “I couldn’t help noticing you were somewhat distracted throughout the meeting, Miss. Granger,” her boss said in that butter-melting voice of his. That voice could make any woman slide straight out of her panties and into his bed, no questions asked. Holly shivered at the prospect.

  “I’m sorry sir,” she said quickly, a nervous hand shoving through her long honey-blonde hair.

  He tipped his head slightly to the side. “There are times when a simple apology just isn’t going to cut it, you know,” he said with a musing tone. “I’m wondering just what I have to do to make you take your work more seriously.”

  “Oh, but I do take it seriously, Mr. Newman,” she said hastily. “There’s nothing I like better than working here on the marketing team of Newman Associates. I’d do anything to make sure I keep my job.”

  “Yes, well your…dedication and enthusiasm has to be translated into action, Miss Granger. I can’t have my employees daydreaming all through an important meeting. I think I’ll need to make sure you step in line.”

  Holly gulped. Why oh why had she been so stupid? She’d been working at Newman’s for almost four months without getting into her boss’ bad books. In fact, he’d barely noticed her in all this time, and now fate had picked today of all days, with her at anything but her best, to get her in trouble with the big guy.

  And he was big, literally – all six feet plus of him. Hard-packed shoulders and a torso that even his severe suits couldn’t hide how athletic and fit he was. He had gorgeous grey eyes and dark, blue-black hair, and his face was all chiseled planes. And those lips…she’d fantasized enough about kissing them, about having them sliding over every inch of her body…

  “You’re doing it again, Miss Granger,” he snapped, and she blinked, quickly bringing his handsome face back into focus.

  “What?”

  “You had that lost-in-space look again,” he murmured, his grey eyes narrowing. “I can’t help but wonder what could be going on in that pretty blonde head of yours.”

  Wouldn’t you like to know, she thought mischievously, even as she squirmed at the “pretty blonde” comment. Now what could she read into that? Nothing, her sensible subconscious told her instantly.

  “Seems I’ll have to make an example out of you. I want you in my office in fifteen minutes. Don’t be late, Miss Granger,” he threw over his shoulder as he strode out of the boardroom.

  *

  Okay, Holly, don’t panic, she kept telling herself as she paced the small confines of her office. Whatever Mr. Hunky Boss had in mind, it wouldn’t be about handing her a sack letter. She hadn’t really done anything wrong, had she? And before now, she’d had a pretty good record at work. She completed her tasks on time, and worked well with the other members of her marketing team. She was well liked around the office, and had a few admirers who’d made the place a little more interesting though she’d never gone out on a date with anyone. So in short, she hadn’t messed up – until now.

  But what if she told him it was him she’d been daydreaming about, would that help? As soon as she thought of it, she shoved the idea aside. The last thing Mr. Newman would want to know is how some ditsy female employee couldn’t stop fantasizing about sharing his bed. He probably had enough bimbos throwing themselves at him daily, both on and off work.

  Finally, she took the lift to his floor, forcing her heart to stop racing. Maybe she wasn’t really in trouble, she told herself. There had been that look in his eye…Well, she was woman enough to have at least some kind of radar to know when a man had a thing for her. Perhaps she’d get just a slap on the wrist and then maybe he’d ask her out to lunch.

  Now that possibility made her smile, and she had a lot more confidence as she was finally let into his office by his secretary. She walked in, saw him sitting behind his desk, and her composure fled.

  His office was huge, clean and modern in design. He had picture windows with a fantastic view of the skyline, a sitting area with couches and coffee table, and a massive desk made of chrome and glass.

  Forcing her feet to take her forward, she sunk quickly into the chair he silently indicated for her.

  “Um…Mr. Newman, first off I’d like to apologize once again. I so much wanted to make a good impression on you and I feel terrible you’d think I was too distracted at work.”

  “Oh, you’ve made a good impression, Miss Granger, don’t you doubt that,” he drawled, viewing her through hooded eyes. “You’ve been able to make it past the trial period and you only just became a full-fledged employee here. I’ve heard nothing but good reports about you, and yet…”

  Holly swallowed with difficulty, willing her heart to stop pounding like it would burst from her chest. The underlying note of huskiness in his tone was making her press her knees tighter together. Her hands gripped the armrests of her chair as she saw him rise slowly from behind his desk.

  Soon he was right in front of her, within touching distance. She tried to keep her gaze trained up at his face at not at his crotch, which was at her eye level. But it was a difficult task indeed.

  “And yet, I can’t help but decide that a woman like you needs to be shown certain…discipline,” he finally added, his eyes flickering slowly over her from head to foot. She tried not to squirm in her tight little skirt suit as he took a perch on the corner of the desk just inches away. For some reason, her breasts seemed to grow heavier; her nipples began to tighten, just with his closeness and with the unmistakable glint in his eye.

  “I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Newman,” she said with a scratchy throat.

  He smiled slightly, the small tilt of lips sexy and even predatory. Holly gulped. “Oh, I think you do, Miss. Granger. I think you know exactly what I mean.”

  His hand reached out, and it was an effort not to flinch in surprise. But he was only sinking his fingers through her hair, his touch intimate, possessive.”I’ve watched you these past few weeks, Miss Granger – Holly. And I’ve wondered…how good is this f
resh-faced beauty going to be at taking orders?”

  “I’m sure my immediate superiors will tell you how obedient I’ve been and how good I am at fulfilling given tasks,” she said in a gasping voice, still trying to maintain some air of decorum but knowing it was slipping fast from this situation.

  “Obedience…that’s the kind of word I’m looking for,” Mr. Newman murmured, before his fist tightened in her hair, drawing on the roots and making Holly gasp at the tingling sensation. In an instant, a flood of moisture spread in her panties. She was hot, so hot – and she didn’t know what for. Not yet.

  “Let’s see, Miss. Granger, just how “obedient” you can be,” he said in a soft, stirring voice. “Look down at my trouser front. I want you to undo my zipper, and then I want you to take out my cock.”

  There was no time to think about it first. The compelling tone in his voice could not be ignored – or denied. Neither could she disregard the shivery ache that resounded in her pussy at his command.

  Holly felt his eyes watching her every move as she slowly put her hands up to pants, undid his buckle, and then unfastened the button and zipper. She stared down at the huge wedge in his boxers, her fingers hooking into the elastic waistband. She looked up to meet his eyes, and saw them blazing darkly. “Do it, Holly.”

  Without any further hesitation, she drew down the band and out sprung his very impressive, very hard cock. She drew in a sharp breath in admiration, her pussy reflexively clenching and unclenching as it dripped even more in anticipation.

  She was breathless, and still in shock. Somehow, she’d gone into a different mode since the words “take out my cock” had come out from his mouth. This was just like in her deepest, darkest fantasies. Only hotter, more stimulating.

  Not saying a word, she grasped his stiff, bobbing shaft in both hands. It didn’t occur to her at first that they were right inside his office, but when it did a few moments later, she looked up at him in alarm, “But your secretary – anyone could come in and…”

  “No one goes through that door without knocking first – and I told Cheryl to hold all visitors as long as you were in here,” he said mildly, his tone contrasting with the storm billowing in his darkened eyes. His hands in her hair tugged her forward. “Obedience, Holly, remember that. Now, you know what to do.”

  Did she ever. Closing her eyes for a second, she covered the tip of his cock in her mouth. There came a deep, moaning sound, and she wasn’t sure if it came from her or from him. All she knew was that he felt good in her mouth; hot, firm, alive. Her hands tightened their grip around his immense girth. There was so much of him that even both her hands seemed dwarfed. She felt her lips stretch as she tried to take him some inches deeper down her throat, and then gagged.

  “Yes,” he said softly in approval, as she moved back on him to plant lollipop licks around his knob and shaft. She looked up at him, and then held his smoky gaze. Slowly, firmly, she started to suck his cock, her head working back and forth as she coated him in saliva. It was so erotic looking into his eyes and seeing the passion playing within them. Her own throat was filled with soft, mewling sounds of bliss as she took delight in pleasuring him. He grew even thicker, harder beneath her ministrations, and it was all she could do not to slobber all over him in her desire to swallow him whole.

  “Enough,” he growled, his fingers in her hair clenching and then drawing her away from him. She put fingers to her now aching lips, rubbing at the dribbles of saliva at the edges.

  “That was good, Holly – very good. I wanted so much to come in your pretty mouth and make you swallow every drop. But that would have to be kept at the top of my bucket list for the time being.” He chuckled at the look of burning lust blazing in her eyes. “You want my cock, don’t you? In your mouth, in your pussy, anywhere. You want me. Say it, Holly.”

  “I do, Mr. Newman,” she said softly. “I want you…I want your cock.”

  “Good girl,” he said with throbbing satisfaction in his voice. His hands fell on her shoulders, and then he drew her up from the chair and seized her lips in a kiss. Holly’s eyelids drifted closed as she sunk into the revelry of being kissed by him. It was a delight on all levels; his heat, his sweetness, his manliness. She tasted him and it was like a drug. Her whole body trembled, her pussy vibrated like there was some magic wand stuck in, working on full-powered buzz.

  “Damn you’re sexy,” he groaned, tugging on her bottom lip minutes later. “I’ve wanted you since the first week you started work here. How I kept my hands off you in all that time…”

  As he spoke, his hand was travelling up her thigh, beneath her skirt. Holly felt him pull aside her panties, and the next second, he was fingering her sex. She gasped, open-mouthed, against his lips as the earth seemed to tilt on its axis. He had the most unerring, most heated touch. It singed through her folds and melted her walls till she seemed to seep butter. “Jason…,” she said before she could stop herself, and her eyes flew open to find him staring straight at her.

  “In these four walls, it’s “sir” – or Mr. Newman,” he said in that dominant tone she found so arousing.

  “Yes…sir,” she replied obediently. She looked up to meet his dark-fire eyes, and saw that she’d pleased him. It was all she could do to keep from dissolving into a puddle at his feet as he jammed two fingers up her cunt. Then he began sawing in and out, in a steady, measured pace. The rhythm and depths of his thrusts made her clutch at his broad, suited shoulders as gasp after gasp escaped her.

  “Your pussy is so tight and wet,” he murmured deeply. “And just the right fit for my cock. I want to fuck you, Holly, right on this desk. Just slam you flat on your back, spread your legs wide, and shove myself again and again into your moist heat till I explode.”

  “Then we want the same thing, Mr. Newman,” she said sultrily, regaining some of her audaciousness. Without another word, she slipped from his arms and went to his neatly kept, virtually bare desk. It looked like the perfect platform for a hard fuck and she prepared herself mentally for the eventuality.

  She turned to face him, reaching beneath her skirt to pull down her panties. Stepping out of them, she smiled sensuously as she saw his eyes darken almost black as he watched her.

  Holly backed up till she felt the desk bump into her from behind. First she balanced herself on the edge, half-lying back – and then she leaned back on her elbows. Then she pushed her legs as far apart they could go. She heard more than saw him take a sharp breath. Her pussy was exposed in full sight, and while he watched with those lust-black eyes, she sucked on her fore-and middle fingers for a moment. Popping them out of her mouth, she took them straight to her pussy, parting the glistening folds and then jamming them into her slit.

  She wondered if he could hear the squelching sounds her fingers made as they fucked in and out of her pussy. He must like what he saw and heard, because his cock bobbed and reared, its tip spilling precum. Holly licked on her lips as her eyes remained trained on his thickly-veined manhood.

  “Keep looking at me like that, Holly, and I just might give you what you’re asking for,” he threatened, fisting his cock in his hand and masturbating himself as she too, stroked in and out of her own pussy.

  “And what could that be, Mr. Newman?” she purred, eyes wide with feigned innocence.

  “A hot, hard and fast fuck,” he told her plainly, as he advanced slowly. “I’ll sink so deep inside you and then I’ll pound you so hard you’ll find it a struggle to make it back to your desk on your two feet when I’m done.”

  Heck yes, Holly thought inwardly in agreement with his promise-filled words. Her whole body shuddered in anticipation as he came to stand in front of her, his cock a thick, long stem aiming to plant itself straight in her waiting cunt.

  “Remember what I said about taking orders?” he asked softly, and Holly nodded, biting on her bottom lip. “Fold your arms underneath your knees, and lift them high on your chest. Higher, Holly,” he said firmly, and she did as she was told, her body folded a
lmost double as she lifted her hips off the desk. With the aid of her arms linked around her closed knees, she was able to raise them almost to her chin.

  “I knew you’d be the supple type,” he said in approval, his smile teasing. “In fact, I think I knew you’d be very many things, Holly. A very willing, very sensual submissive, for one.”

  Holly gulped. She did feel like she was definitely in a submissive position, what with her pussy and butt crack displayed so openly. And yet, it all made her all the more horny, alive. The blood was coursing faster through her veins as she saw him line himself up right at the entrance of her exposed cunt.

  His hand slid up and down her puffy pussy lips, and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sure, firm pressure from his fingertips. “I love the sense of fucking you this way, Holly. I can already tell I’m going to enjoy this very much. And I can promise you will, too. But I need you to do one more thing for me.”

  “Anything, Mr. Newman,” Holly breathed, gazing into his eyes as if mesmerized. His thumb flicked over her hardened clit, and she almost squealed as a charge of electricity ripped through her.

  “I need you to promise that you won’t scream or make a noise,” were his mild words. While he spoke, he kept rubbing on her sex button, making her whole frame quake as her pussy puddled with juices. “Only I get to do the talking. So not a sound, Holly, no matter what. This is an office, remember; and this is office hours. I can’t have everyone getting privy of the fact that I’m about to fuck your brains out.”

  “Yes sir,” she squeaked, her fingers tightening where they clutched around her knees.

  “Good girl,” he murmured. He removed his hand from her drenched cunt, taking hold of his thick, pole-straight shaft, and edging it closer till it was laid along her slit. Just knowing how close he was to claiming her, was enough to make Holly feel like her head was spinning. Her clit, her whole pussy, was throbbing with expectation. There she was, spread wide and waiting for her boss to drive his big fat cock into her.