Filthy Boss: An Office Romance

by Nicole Elliot

  My core was throbbing so hard. I was completely turned on.

  “Tell me you want it,” he commanded.

  He removed my bra and threw it to the floor. “Yes, I want it,” I breathed out and moaned when his mouth latched onto my nipple.

  “Ah!” I cried out and leaned against the back of the couch.

  “You like my dirty talk, baby, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  “Naughty girl.”

  His tongue caressed my right nipple while his fingers pinched the left one. These simultaneous sensations were driving me crazy, and I squirmed under his skilled moves.

  “Your breasts are so hot, Madison. I want to cum all over them.”

  My body convulsed and my toes curled in the shoes when I heard him say this. Yes, I wanted it so badly.

  “Yes, boss. Cum all over me.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed and squeezed my breasts with his hands, kissing one nipple and then switching to the other, and by the time he lowered his mouth to my stomach, I was completely lost and desperate to feel his touch on my pussy.

  He unzipped my pants and took them off. He slid his hand over the front part of my black undies, eliciting a loud moan from me. Since the day he fingered me, I opted for the sexier underwear, and I loved his reaction when his eyes fell on my sexy lingerie. He was totally turned on by it.

  He stopped touching me for a moment and leaned backward to take off his tie.

  “Get ready to lose your sight.”

  He put his tie over my eyes and tied it on the back of my head. Now I understood why girls loved being blindfolded. Not being able to see your partner, while impatiently waiting for their next move was something completely sexy, and it made my pussy drenching wet.

  “I’m going to soak your couch.” I was completely naked and I already felt my juices trickling out of my pussy and onto his couch.

  He groaned. “I’ll buy a new one. If you could only see yourself now. All naked and wet for me.” He groaned again, and then he pressed his palm against my pulsating core.

  “Ah! Yes, Grant. Please, touch me.”

  “Oh. I will touch you. I will do even more. Now, I want you to listen to me. You have to be quiet. No one could hear us. If you disobey me and scream, I will spank you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Keep your hands next to your body and open your legs widely.” I followed his instructions. “I will get some ice.”

  Some ice?

  I heard him walk away, open something and then close it. Several moments later, he joined me on the couch.

  “Grant?”

  He didn’t answer anything, and then I felt something cold on my nipple.

  “Ah!” I screamed, feeling the pleasure and coldness at the same time, as my nipple became a hard bud.

  Without any warning, he turned me onto my hip and spanked my ass. “Grant!” I cried out. It wasn’t painful. Not really. His slap was light enough not to leave any harsh pain, but strong enough to make me convulse in the wave of pleasure that washed over me after the initial pricking passed.

  “You forgot you aren’t allowed to scream.”

  Damn. I loved this dominant Grant.

  “Yes, boss.”

  “Good.” He brought me back onto my ass. “This is just a cube of ice, baby. It will make everything better. Just relax.”

  I did as I was told, breathing quickly as he moved that cube over one nipple, then other, and then moved it lower—ever so slowly. I fought hard not to scream, because the pleasure was too much, and I was panting like crazy.

  I couldn’t see anything, which made all these sensations much stronger, and it was difficult for me not to use my hands to relieve myself from this tension. I kept them next to my body, like he’d instructed me to.

  He reached my warm pussy, pressing the ice against my swollen clit, and I screamed—unable to suppress it—when the pleasure exploded through me upon the contact.

  Smack!

  He spanked me again and I yelped.

  Smack!

  “You keep forgetting you have to be quiet, Madison,” he whispered into my ear, his words sending shivers down my spine. I was so turned on and I needed him.

  “Please... Fuck me.”

  He chuckled, moving the ice over my clit again. “But I love playing with your sensitive pussy. I love the goosebumps on your skin when I move this cube all over you... It makes everything better, right?”

  “Yes...”

  The cube started melting on my pussy, and the water from it mixed with my juices, soaking everything beneath me, and when he started rubbing me with that cube, moving it fast over my clit, I was ready to come.

  “I’m going to come, boss.”

  “Yeah, baby. Let me see those juices.”

  Several strokes later, I was exploding, an intense orgasm shattering me into pieces as Grant moved off the couch.

  “Don’t take that blindfold off,” he instructed, and then I heard his clothes drop on the carpet. For a moment, I tensed, wondering how much time had already passed and if someone would interrupt us at any moment, but the anxiety actually made everything better. Everything was so heightened. Suddenly I understood voyeurism a bit more.

  I waited impatiently, shivering as I heard the sound of a condom package getting ripped open. A few seconds later he pushed me further against the back of the couch and placed my legs on his shoulders, entering my wet, sensitive pussy.

  “Ah! Boss!” I screamed.

  “I told you to stay silent, baby.” He pinched my nipples as a punishment and filled me completely at the same time.

  I clamped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out. Everything was way more intense because I couldn’t see anything. He massaged my breasts as he pumped into me, each thrust harder than the previous one, and I was moaning into my hand all the time—unable to stop under this unbearable pleasure.

  He was so deep in me now—this position allowed him to enter me even deeper—and I was already on the verge of another orgasm.

  “Grant! I’m coming!” I screamed, unable to contain myself, and he pinched my nipples again, continuing his merciless rhythm that actually prolonged my orgasm and triggered the next one immediately. I cried out again, but this time Grant pressed his lips against mine, wildly attacking my mouth with his intrusive tongue.

  Suddenly, he removed the blindfold. “Look at me! I want to look into those pretty eyes while I fill you up.”

  “Yes, boss.” I was mesmerized by his naked body on top of mine. His rippling muscles gleaning with just a slight sweat. God he was so hot. How the hell did I get so lucky?

  Several moments later, he tensed and came hard, moaning with exhaustion and pleasure.

  “Fuck, Madison.” His eyes glimmered with passion, and he kissed me again, this time playing with my tongue slowly and sensually. “You’re amazing,” he whispered and kissed me into my forehead. “You’re like a drug. I can’t get enough of you.”

  “I can never get enough of you either Grant.” Wasn’t that the damn truth.

  I was falling for him, and there was no stopping it.

  11

  Grant

  I was seriously getting crazier about Madison. The more I had her, the more she occupied my mind, and my dick was swollen most of the time. Even though I tried to focus on my work and present issues, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she looked beneath me yesterday or how many times she came, squeezing my cock forcefully each time. Fucking her in the lounge was one of the best ideas I had lately, and now all I wanted was to bring her on that couch again and play with her just like yesterday.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, typing furiously on the keyboard. My cock was throbbing painfully, and I needed a release badly.

  Madison looked at me from across my desk. She was in my office for the past hour, helping me prepare for the meeting. “Is there something wrong?” she asked me, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

  I wanted to fuck her right now, but I couldn’t
because people were constantly coming in and out of my office. We’d been busy today, together all the time, but we were surrounded by others so I couldn’t do a thing to her.

  “There is,” I responded hoarsely, looking seductively at her. “I can’t rip apart your pussy right now and that’s pissing me the hell off.”

  Her reaction was immediate. She squirmed on her chair and her cheeks blushed. She licked her lower lip, and I followed that movement like it was my drug—I couldn’t take my eyes of it. Her plump lips were silently begging me to kiss them, and I wanted to bite into them and suck them...

  “I keep thinking about you too, Grant,” she purred, and her words made me even hotter. Fuck. What was she doing to me? Today she was wearing a blouse that revealed her sexy breasts in a push-up bra almost completely, and all I wanted was to take those boobs into my hands and fondle them as I fucked her hard.

  “Keep talking like this, and I’ll take you right now—to hell with anyone who might enter.”

  Her eyes widened in pure lust, and I was almost ready to do just that—push her against my desk and have my way.

  “I’m afraid we can’t do that, boss.” She offered me a slight smile. “We can’t afford to get distracted now.”

  “Yeah, I know.” Of course I knew, but it didn’t mean I didn’t want to do it. And the way she said boss? She knew what it did to me. That’s what she kept it up. But this project was important. At least for my wallet. And she’d been so helpful and responsible. Her advice was always on point, and she was smart. Smarter than most of the associates who had been with us for years. I was impressed.

  The only problem was my boner. It wouldn’t be good at all if I thought about fucking Madison right there—in the conference room—and then I got up and held a speech in front of everyone with a clearly visible erection.

  Now that I thought about it, it would be amazing to fuck her there... All over that conference table...

  Someone knocked on the door, and I curled my hands into fists, feeling on the edge. Fuck this.

  I exhaled a long breath, in a desperate need for another “Madison” dose.

  I had to pull it together. We had an important presentation today, and I couldn’t screw it up.

  “Come in,” I said, willing my erection to go down and get back to work.

  “Hey, Grant,” Oliver said and entered my office with a clipboard in his hand. “I just wanted to discuss some numbers with you before we present it to the others.”

  “I’m going to make more coffee,” Madison said and got out of her seat. My eyes zeroed in on her tight ass as she walked away, and I was finally able to breathe a bit easier when she left the room.

  Oliver was staring at me silently, and I could see a slight disapproval in his eyes. I understood the message: “Don’t fuck something up with her.”

  I shook my head. “Don’t worry,” I answered. “I know what’s at stake here.”

  “Good. Now, let’s get to business.”

  The presentation was scheduled for the end of the day, and I was in the conference room, about to present the project to my other partners and associates. Travis Bryson and Patrick Drake, our separate partners who handled all the legal dealings within the company, were seated next to Colten and Oliver. Their office was on a different floor and they didn’t come to regular meetings, so we didn’t get to see each other much often. I wasn’t even aware they were coming, if they were here that meant this was bigger than I even realized. Which just made things more pressured. Shit.

  Madison was sitting next to me, handing me the papers I needed during my speech. As the slides changed on the screen behind me, I spoke about the vision of our company and benefits this new build would bring to our company.

  After fifteen minutes, I finished talking, and Colten got up, ready to give us a project update. As I sat down, I sensed Madison’s adorable fragrance, her perfume pervading all my senses. I realized now that she was sitting too close to me, her knee touching mine beneath the table, and I smirked mischievously. I remembered when Oliver, Colten and I discussed about the furniture for this room. Colten suggested we should buy a glass table.

  Now I was more than glad with Oliver’s suggestion, who said we needed to purchase a wooden table. I was grateful that its black wooden surface hid my hand as it came to cover Madison’s knee. She jerked up when my skin came in contact with hers, and I looked her from the corner of my eye. She wouldn’t say no, how could she? She wanted it as bad as I wanted to do it to her.

  I noticed the way other partners had been eyeing Madison—or her breasts, to be precise. All of them drooled over her, and that pissed me off, my possessiveness getting the best of me. She was mine, I wanted to tell them, but I couldn’t, and the hopelessness of this situation made my body tenser, my blood rushing directly into my dick.

  I wanted to mark her as mine. I wanted to fuck her here—spread her legs widely as I push myself into her softness again and again. Colten mentioned something about “the important points”, but I couldn’t care less what those points were—my attention was solely on Madison.

  I traced my fingers slowly over her warm skin, reaching the hem of her skirt and pushing it upward. She instantly gasped and but down on her lower lip, trying to mask her surprise. The movement of my arm wasn’t visible to others, but I wondered if she would be able to hide her arousal from them.

  I smiled to myself. Would she be able to suppress her moans when I made her all wet for me?

  “What are you doing?” she whispered to me, and I leaned to her with a serious face, pretending I was discussing something connected to Colten’s presentation.

  “Pay attention the presentation Madison, I’m busy,” I whispered back into her ear. She flinched, her face becoming crimson red.

  She eyed me with surprise, and then looked at Colten, trying to remain composed as my fingers reached her undies. I pressed my fingers against the fabric and found her pussy already warm and swollen. I rubbed her clit over the underwear slowly, listening carefully to her quickened breathing. Nobody paid any attention to us, but the possibility of us getting caught turned me on like hell.

  My cock pulsated as I pushed her panties aside and slipped my middle finger into her tight pussy.

  “Ah...,” she moaned, masking it with a cough, and I barely stopped myself from grinning. Oliver glanced at Madison with curiosity, but after a moment he brought his attention back to Colten.

  I pushed another finger inside of her, satisfied with how wet she already was. I was fingering her slowly but forcefully, enjoying the feeling of her soft walls around my fingers. She began quivering as her pleasure rose up, and I sensed her close to her climax.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. Being inside her made me so fucking horny, and my heart rammed against my chest as my control threatened to snap any second. I wanted to make her come right now, but if I did that, I would forget about everything and just fuck her brains out right here and right now.

  I grinned slyly. That would be a hell of a sight for other partners.

  I moved my fingers out of her hole, already missing it, and I felt her surprise because I stopped just like that. I brought my hand onto my lap and fisted it, regretting that I couldn’t do anything to her now.

  Hell, I wanted to lick off my fingers and taste her delicious juices, or even better—let her lick her juices off my fingers. Fuck. That would be a sight.

  She heaved a long sigh, her body radiating her warmth, but that wasn’t the only thing it radiated. The smell of her arousal reached my nose, and I almost groaned, clenching my jaw hard.

  Colten finally finished, allowing Oliver to start his portion of the presentation, and I noticed with satisfaction the approval on the faces of our associates. If the feeling in my gut was right, this new build was going to fill our quota for the year. Maybe I’d take a vacation even. Take Madison somewhere warm, somewhere she never had to get dressed. That would be perfect.

  After the presentation everyone went home, and I refused Colten’s
and Oliver’s invitation to go out for a celebratory drink. I was way deep in my fantasies about Madison when I reached my apartment. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in the conference room and my face twisted into a huge, satisfied grin.

  Even though I’d spent the whole day with her, I already missed her and now I considered calling her and inviting her out to dinner. I paced around my place, realizing that being with her the whole day wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted her company. There were so many things I wanted to talk about with her, and then I would take her to my bed and play with her the whole night.

  I sighed, the pent-up energy increasing in me. I couldn’t do that. I was already distracted enough during the presentation today, and I missed all the important things Colten and others had to share about the progress. What was happening to me? I was usually so focused.

  Now that I thought about it, we were lucky we weren’t discovered just then, even though that idea had made me horny. Madison was truly like a drug—she made me forget about what was important, and I felt like I was losing my mind little by little.

  No. Fuck this, Grant. You could do better than this.

  I had to get serious and focus on the project, because the big meeting was scheduled for the day after tomorrow. I would have to call her after the meeting was finished.

  Yes. That was what I was going to do.

  With a renowned resolution, I went to take a shower and get ready for bed.

  It was easier said than done, though, because just as I went to sleep, sliding in between my sheets, I thought about Madison again and how easily she became wet for me. Her pussy was perfect for me, and I couldn’t remember if I ever felt this way before. No. I’d never definitely felt this way about anyone before. Madison was special.

  I shifted to the side, my dick completely hard as I replayed the dirty fantasies in my mind.

  After some time, I finally managed to fall asleep—dreaming about Madison and her sexy body beneath me.