by Sylvia Banks
Our tongues did battle while his hands flew everywhere. He grabbed my hair, smoothed his fingers over my breasts, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. The whole scene was so erotic I couldn’t help but get swept away.
Warren needed—with a vengeance. The fire in his body hadn’t been properly extinguished. His animalistic side took over and the more it did, the more I wanted him.
The whiz of a dress zipper interrupted desperate kisses and erratic breathing. The tight confines of my evening gown melted from my shoulders exposing my black lace bra. Cool air hit my skin but the contact of Warren’s hands smoothed over the goose bumps rising on my arms. He parted from me for a moment and lifted the dress over my head.
When he returned, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Our kisses became an explorative session and a competition. He moaned at my long strokes and grunted at my short stabs. His tongue glided across in easy caresses. I lead, he chased. My tongue wouldn’t be pinned down by his attempts of capture.
His fingers wove into my hair and he clamped my head between his hands. He was trying to get me to stay in one place while I teased and nibbled. We broke apart and his kisses trailed along my neck. His hand slipped behind my back and snapped my bra open. Warren lifted off me enough to strip the black lace off my shoulders and leaned back down.
His slim body held me pinned to his desk. My legs wrapped around his waist again. Warm hands cupped my breasts. Soft lips left tingling imprints of possession over my body. I squirmed enjoying the attention to parts left unattended for a long time. He circled my stomach with kisses, stroked the curves over my breasts, my waist and hips. Warren ground his silk covered bulge against my sex, rubbing his expensive slacks into the den of my slick desire.
There was no denying I got off on this. He was in control now, but I knew how to bring out his inner beast. Warren lifted his upper body while pinning me down with his hips.
“I’m going to tie you to the desk,” he said.
At the sound of his voice my pussy clenched. A wave of a mini-orgasm soaked my panties. Warren turned and opened a desk drawer. With great reluctance, I let him go. He pulled out a pair of leather cuffs with fluffy cream colored padding. The straps were black and thick. They looked rather comfortable. Fuzzy on the inside, neat and functional on the outside. A lot like Warren.
My heart pounded. “I’ve heard of being chained to the desk before, but never to the boss’s desk.”
He grinned and at that moment I knew I couldn’t deny him a single damn thing.
“Are you okay with this?” His smile faded and the look of concern on his face was my encouragement. Others could say what they wanted about the CEO of BankTrost, but Warren was the epitome of trustworthy.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I said.
He leaned over and absorbed my lips, his kiss dominate, expressive and lavish. Every bit of it a thank you. A thank you for having trust in him. Warren ripped away from my mouth and as I lay there dizzy from the absence of his zealous tongue. He buckled one wrist with a soft padded restraint. The cuffs had leather straps that unhooked and a few d-ring clips. With quick motions Warren strapped me in with efficient ease. He’d done this before. The fluff made it so the cuffs were snug but not biting. They were made with a thoughtfulness about the wearer.
“Stay,” he said, then shuffled in his cabinet and pulled out another pair of cuffs. These had a long leather leash for each cuff. The other pair of cuffs were an exact match for the ones on my wrists. Warren put these around my ankles.
Did he have these in his drawer this morning? Hot. I lifted up on my elbows to watch him. Slim fingers expertly slid the thick straps through the metal fastener and buckle for each ankle. He pulled my underwear down, exposing me completely.
He kissed me and pushed me down on my back. I wrapped my arms around him. My legs circled his ass. Naked and sprawled on his desk, Warren clipped one leash to my right ankle cuff. His hands swept up my inner thigh and kissed me tenderly. With the second leash in his hand he clipped it to my left ankle cuff. Then he raised my arms over my head.
Breaking free of my legs, Warren walked around to my head and knelt down. From my upside down point of view I could not tell where he went but he grabbed my hand and gently pushed it down. The snap of a clip and the cuffs on my wrist and diagonal ankle were attached. He did the same to my other ankle and wrist. The leashes were crisscrossed under the desk. I pushed my left foot out and my right hand was pulled under the desk. From the way he tied me up I couldn’t close my legs or arms. He’d made it so all I could do was lay on his desk spread eagle.
Warren stepped in front of me and gazed down at me. My head hung over the side of his desk, giving him the advantage of exposing my throat. In this position I was wide open for him to take in any way he wanted. My arousal climbed higher from knowing I couldn’t move, couldn’t escape and had to accept whatever he demanded.
I tilted my head back and even from such a convoluted position, I could see he was rock hard and amused. “I believe I told you to suck my cock, not tease it.” He said.
Oh. That’s what he meant about this morning. “Is that what you mean by not following instructions?”
He came forward and fingered my lips. The temptation was too great, I took his index finger in my mouth and sucked. Warren moaned and allowed his finger to be my play thing. I sucked to the second knuckle until he pulled his finger slowly out.
“You seem to know what sucking is,” he said. “So there’s no excuse.” He released his belt and pants button, unzipped his slacks and slipped his formal wear and underwear off. From my upside down perspective his cock pointed its weeping eye at me from under his shirt. I licked my lips waiting for the opportunity to take him in.
“When I say suck my cock, I mean open your mouth and suck my cock. Let me demonstrate for you.” Warren pinched my nose and guided his stiff rod into my mouth. His first stroke glided easily enough inside but he’d only pushed in half way. He let go of my nose and let me breath again. At the next stroke, the base of his cock touched my lips and his length went down my throat.
He laid a hand over my neck and started pumping. “I can feel my cock slide down your throat.” Warren said. His strokes came harder. His balls slapped between the bridge of my nose and I couldn’t breathe during the times his sac was buried in my face.
Taking his full length upside down was easy. I hardly gagged even though he pounded down to the very end of his cock. His thrusts, and his hand over my throat, was so arousing I worried I’d smear an orgasm on his desk. His well-trimmed bush tickled my chin every time he pushed in all the way.
I wanted to swallow him over and over. His hold of my neck was a possessive but light grip. Taking his cock over and over tasted like a delicate pastry. Warm, soft and delicious. My arms and legs spread wide open, my body there for him to gaze upon. I couldn’t see him but I was betting he was getting a good look at me. His other hand brushed over my breast and tweaked my nipple. I jolted and stretched out, taking more of him in my mouth.
“Oh god,” he moaned. Warren started mewling little cries. So sexy. I might be the one in chains but I wasn’t the only one being tortured. My lips sucked and I squirmed to take more of him. Twisting and curling my tongue, I tried suckling every last moan out of him. I couldn’t see his face, but I could imagine his expression from his sumptuous wails. Listening to his cries, listening to him let go of his external shield made this whole predicament worth the price. If this was how Warren liked it, and if his cries rang out every time we had sex, I could do this every day.
He leaned over and his fingers gently probed my wet folds. His thrusts became deeper but also shallower. The press of his hips against my face enflamed my clit. I tried lifting my knees up in response to his fingers slicking across my folds and came up short. My cuffs held tight to my ankles. The glide of his fingers ignited a fierce drive to grind and pump my hips.
This was so good. His cock shoved down my throat, his hands playi
ng with my clit, my nipples puckered and aching, even the restriction of my arms and legs burned in arousal I hadn’t felt. I was losing control along with Warren. His cries spurred me, seduced more effort from me, and I clenched my pussy, trying desperately to prevent myself from coming. But each moan, every breathless cry escaping from Warren’s throat, all of it drove me further down the black abyss to orgasm.
I strained against my bonds. Knowing I couldn’t get free, couldn’t do what I wanted, being controlled was more enticing than I’d ever thought possible. Yes, bind me, have me, be the authority of my pleasure.
Warren spread my lower lips apart and gently tapped on the hard nub between my folds. It was like a spanking for my clit. I cried out through a mouthful of dick. The vibrations shaking my lips resonated around Warren’s cock and he huffed out, “Fuck!”
He moved with a certain amount of impatience, and I loved finding the chinks in his armor. Swirling my tongue, I pushed back as he thrust. All the while his fingers circled my clit. Being free to wriggle but being restricted allowed me to squirm as much as I wanted. But at the same time I wanted to touch him, grab his ass and shove him down my throat, and make him lose all sense of himself to me. Because I couldn’t touch, that yearning burned all the more.
“This is what I mean when I tell you to suck my cock.” Warren shoved his rod deeper down my throat. His girth expanded. His end was near. “Now fucking come already.”
His command became my need. But I wasn’t ready to give in so easily. I wanted more. I moved my head trying to shove him down my throat harder. Making him give me his semen. His wails grew harsh. The deeper I went the louder his cries.
But along with his harder pounding came more torment to my pussy. Warren shoved a finger inside me and jackhammered my hole. The more my moans resonated around his cock the harder he pumped with his hand. I was going to lose my mind. His thumb stroked my clit, his middle digit pumped inside me and his knuckles pounded my folds. My tongue French kissed his sliding cock while we sated our needs from each other.
The swelling rise of my orgasm compressed into a single point. Warren rubbed my throbbing nub until every last bit of pleasure shrank to that single point and then exploded like a thousand tiny stars. A galaxy of pleasure spread throughout my body. I jerked against my cuffs and moaned.
Warren cried a long mournful sound and his cum gushed down my throat. He shallow-pumped in jerks until finally he leaned over me and pulled his cock out. I coughed and swallowed the best I could. He panted into my chest. After a while he released the clips from my wrists and recovered his breathing with his forehead rested between my breasts.
My arms were sore from being overhead and stretched. My legs ached from being immobile. Now that I was free I wrapped my hands around him. We remained like that for a moment and he pulled away. Now all I had to do was sit up. I set my arms on the desk to keep them from going numb.
Warren’s strong hands supported the back of my head and lifted me slowly. A rush of blood drained away and I felt a little dizzy from the ordeal.
“Easy,” he said. “Let the blood flow circulate before you move.”
Still it was wonderful to have heard such deep sensual cries from War. He really did consider each task a battle. Even sex. But he’d won me over, at least on prowess.
I sat on his desk buck naked laughing at my own absurdities, now would be a great time to talk about the weather. I grinned at myself. Wow. Sex with the CEO. Not bad.
Usually this was where I told a guy that it was great and it was fun and it was great fun, but one nighter’s were the only thing I could do for now. I couldn’t afford a boyfriend. There were too many plans and aspirations for me to achieve before all that relationship crap. But this time I held my tongue.
Warren gathered himself first. With every article of clothing he reassembled. Each piece he put on was like another plate of mental armor slipping into place. I watched as his wall of indifference built up stone by stone. He was only fooling himself. I’d seen the wanton man burn with passion. At his core Warren was a fierce lover who gave himself away. That type of personality didn’t lend well to casual flings. So why all this? Why the blackmail?
He unfastened all the cuffs and set the leather binds back in his drawer. In silent concentration Warren took my hand and massaged my wrist. His sole focus was on my comfort. Even if he didn’t say a word at least I knew that much. His attention went to my other wrist. The silence wasn’t awkward because of the devotion to his task.
A rush of exhaustion hit me when Warren set my hands in my lap, crouched down and started rubbing my ankles. His expert fingers and the sex sent my stamina tumbling. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of physical contact. Warren’s hands massaged my feet and my heart fluttered at his touch. Somehow I got the notion this was his language and he was telling me something. But because I didn’t speak Warren, I couldn’t tell what he was saying.
The fondling was over way too soon. My boss helped me back into my dress but handed me my platform shoes.
“Will you be all right driving or would you like to stay here?” He said.
Stay here? In the office? “No, I’m good to drive home.”
He lifted me to my feet and I wobbled against him all the way to my car. All I could remember was being set in the driver’s seat. I didn’t remember the drive home. When I got out of my car a warm breeze sent a chill under my dress. Somehow, I hadn’t got my underwear back.
Chapter 9
The morning after glow faded as fast as I reached work. I could have stayed in bed the whole day. Warren’s scowl made me wish I had.
“You’re late,” he said. My boss tromped in my cubicle two minutes after I arrived promptly at nine in the morning.
“I am not.”
“You are supposed to be here at eight a.m.” He dropped a folder on my desk.
“My schedule starts at nine.”
Warren scowled. That mental shield of his was up in force. “If you’re going to be my assistant, I need you here at eight.”
Now he tells me. “Fine.”
Shit. I’d forgotten he was not okay with that particular word. I glanced at him but his placid veneer remained in place. No way was he ever fooling me again. Under that unimpressed stare was a man hiding his inner self very well. Trying to smooth over the tension I said, “I’ll be here at eight from now on. I just wish you’d let me know ahead of time.”
The slight drop in his shoulders made a world of difference. His glare turned from piercing to blunt. The tiniest bit of softness in his eyes would go unnoticed by someone less astute.
“I understand,” he said. “It was probably not your fault you were not notified.”
A genuine acknowledgement of his faults. Hallelujah. “So, what did you need?”
“What?”
Seriously? “What did you need that I wasn’t here for at eight a.m.?”
“Oh,” he said. “That was all.”
Was that a Warren stammer? I watched him stiffly turn and walk back to his office. I was hoping the fabulous sex would help remove the stick up his ass, but it looked like that problem needed surgery.
My computer beeped to life and I saw my online buddy, Bouncy log on.
How did it go?
I thought for a moment. How did what go?
My day always started with the usual routine. Log in, check email, get coffee then start on the days reports. I looked at the screen and saw Bouncy’s answer.
Did you talk to your HR manager?
What’s up with the concern? No.
Why not?
Because it’s fine. I could handle Warren.
What do you mean? Blackmail is not fine.
So, he wants sex once in while what’s the big deal?
Of course I didn’t feel that cavalier about it. I just wanted Bouncy to stop typing “blackmail” on my screen. I was still working on an angle to talk to Warren about leaving. I hadn’t forgotten about the bakery.
Seriously, stop typi
ng the “B” word over and over before I get in trouble for it
I flipped over to my spreadsheet and started plugging in numbers. This was the closest I’d come to accounting. Data entry was not the same as financials. Plus, making one money screw-up in a place this this would mortify me for life.
Pounding footsteps shook the floor. It was Ellis and I’d never seen him so angry before. He was headed for the CEO’s office.
“Warren!” The HR head screamed. He knew Warren couldn’t hear him. The door was closed and my main boss’ room was sound proof. By the expression of Ellis’ red face and his clenched hands, he was screaming for the sole purpose of frustration. The HR head was a stomping bull coming down the aisle.
Whispers broke out in the office.
“Geez,” my neighbor said.
“I’ve never seen him like this.” Another co-worker whispered.
“What did War do this time?”
Ellis tried ripping the door off its hinges but the safety guards didn’t allow for it. I could hear the first part of the conversation because Ellis was screaming. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Then the door snapped shut and the lock clicked.
There was only one reason I could imagine Ellis getting this worked up about. One of the “little guys” was in trouble…and it had something to do with Warren.
My mind went straight to the gutter. Would Warren want to “see” me afterwards? After Ellis gave him a chewing out our CEO might need some stress relief. With that reprimand this morning I’d like to try and remove the stick up his ass with a little sexual assistance. That might teach him I could release that beast in him any time of my choosing. Maybe it was bad that I smiled and was happy that I could help him with frustration issues, but I didn’t care.
It wasn’t the sex part of being blackmailed that bothered me. It was the ordeal I’d have to go through with my mother and father. If they saw a video of me floating around the internet, I’d get no sleep, nor hear the end of it. A shudder crawled down my spine at the thought of priests visiting my apartment to tell me all about sin and sex before marriage. I did not put it past my mother to send me to a convent for the rest of my life.
