by Linnea May
“You rolled your eyes at me,” he whispered. I knew he hadn’t forgotten and I knew making me walk around my office facilities naked was not all of the punishment he had planned.
“Yes, sir. I did.”
I looked at him apologetically, even though I knew it wouldn’t do any good.
“You’re so delicious,” he breathed, longingly kissing my lower lip. “But you need to be punished, don’t you think?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I might need a little bit more of you today,” he said.
I looked at him, puzzled. Where was this leading?
“I have already filled you with cum once today, do you remember?”
That was a silly question, of course I did. “Yes, sir.”
“Right here,” he whispered, now subtly moving inside me. I inhaled noisily. He was so hard and felt particularly big today. Even these subtle movements were sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.
“I think I need to fill you again,” he breathed. “But somewhere else. Stand up.”
He let go of my head and I slid down from the table, looking up at him in anticipation.
“Turn around,” he ordered. “And bend over.”
I obliged. Placing my hands on the edge of the table I bent over, trying to look as good as possible. I had an idea of what was coming next, and welcomed it. It was about time.
His hand was between my legs as soon as I had taken position. He let a finger slide inside me, pushing it in and out a few times. I moaned in pleasure and leaned back, urging him on to do more. But instead, he retracted his finger and moved it upward, now gently massaging my anus.
Using my own juices as lubricant he slowly pushed his thumb inside me. I knew he was observing me attentively as he started to go deeper, using his other fingers to play with my clit. I hollowed my back, eagerly welcoming him.
“You like this,” he noted.
I nodded hastily. “Yes, sir. I love it!”
He removed his fingers from my clit, but kept his thumb in my ass as he pushed himself inside me again. Thrusting in and out slowly, he pulled my hair, tilting my head back.
“My cock is going to feel a lot different,” he warned. “It will hurt, but I won’t stop. That’s what little sluts get for rolling their eyes at me, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathed. My voice was hoarse due to my overextended neck. I was literally trembling with lust. My arms were shaking and I started to lose faith in my legs more and more with every moment that passed.
The wolf didn’t let go of my hair when he pulled himself out. He removed his thumb and replaced it with the tip of his rock-hard cock. Slowly, very slowly he forced himself inside me, stretching my ass like it had never been stretched before. I groaned in pleasure and pain. It hurt. I knew a cock of his size would be a challenge. A challenge I wanted to take. So badly.
“Play with yourself,” he commanded, knowing that it would make it easier for me.
I started to massage my clit, while he retreated a little, just to push himself back in a moment later. The immense pain caused my eyes to tear up and I started to whimper when he continued his forceful entry.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “I know you can take this.”
I put more force on my clit and started rubbing it more intensively than usual. Finally, pleasure started to overshadow pain and I gasped in surprise as he moved forward with one last, deep thrust, now stretching my ass with his entire length.
“Oh, God,” I breathed in sheer satisfaction.
“Good girl.”
I could feel his hands on my ass, gently massaging my skin and pushing my cheeks apart as he fucked me with strong and thorough shoves. His intensity increased with every thrust. I fell down on my elbow, still stroking my clit with the other hand. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to yet. He felt gigantic inside me and so unbelievably good.
The pace of his pounding accelerated until he finally fucked me without restraints, making my entire body and my work desk shake. I leaned into it, welcoming every single push with pure enjoyment. For a while, our panting and the sound of his pelvis pounding against my behind was the only audible sound in my office. And in the entire world, for as much as I cared.
My orgasm kept building up relentlessly. I couldn’t hold it back much longer.
“May I come?” I breathed, breaking the sound of his thrusts inside my terribly stretched ass.
He granted me a few more extra deep thrusts, his hands cutting into my flesh violently. I moaned.
“Yes,” he yelled. “Come for me my pet, now!”
My eyes widened as I my orgasm rolled over me almost within the same moment he had given his permission.
“I’m c—”
My climax interrupted me, stealing my voice and turning it into suppressed screams of pleasure. I sighed and whimpered as I tried to keep my voice down.
Just as the most violent waves of my orgasm were fading, I could feel him find his release. He groaned and pushed himself forward as much as possible, filling me for the second time that day.
Breathing heavily, we collapsed above my work desk. He was still deep inside me, and the tension of our muscles only slowly released.
“Fuck, Linn,” he whispered. “That was incredible.”
My heart jumped as I realized this had been the first time he had ever addressed me with my first name.
4
We quickly freshened up and made sure not to return at the same time. I waited outside the residency halls, while he made his way back in. We hardly exchanged any words and I had a feeling that he was trying to get away from me as soon as possible, avoiding eye contact in the process and not touching me a single time after he had ass-fucked me on my work desk. But maybe he was just being careful. It had been a risky move, especially for him. I didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if we had gotten caught.
I made my way back in when I felt I had given him enough advance, trying not to show how shaky my legs were and how my ass was lightly stinging with every move. I was going to be sore, I knew that. I already was. Sitting would not come easy for the next few days.
We hadn’t been gone for too long, but the event had cleared a little since we had left. It was still rather crowded, especially in the garden. I carefully looked around, mainly looking for Steph, but also checking if anything was going wrong, or if anyone might have been looking for me while I was gone.
Turned out, no one was. Not even Steph.
I found her in a little group in the garden, talking to the blond British guy she had introduced me to earlier. I had prepared a bunch of excuses in case anyone—especially her—asked me where I had been for so long.
Unnecessarily, as it turned out. Steph acknowledged my presence with a friendly nod, as did everyone else in the group, while they continued their conversation. No one had missed me the slightest bit.
Now, this was anticlimactic. I had been such a bad girl and no one had even noticed. A feisty smirk appeared on my face. I was in the mood for another drink.
I went back to the bar inside and provided myself with another Mimosa. My dress was still a little wet from my accident earlier, but it was hard to tell without looking very closely. I still walked particularly carefully to make sure it didn’t happen again.
I stepped outside and paused on the elevated terrace that had been the stage for our Ambassador’s speech—and most likely the children’s choir that I had missed—earlier. I scanned the garden while sipping on my drink and could feel myself relax for the first time this evening. Well, except for the moment directly after I had climaxed beneath the wolf on my desk.
There had been a moment of true intimacy between us. Knowing who we were and sneaking away in a surrounding that was home to both our professional lives had drawn us closer together. At least I felt that way. Who knew what he was thinking.
I couldn’t see him anywhere. Maybe he had left already. It was just as wel
l, even though I would have loved to see him again before we parted, even if it was just for a quick goodbye in public.
I saw my boss for the first time since our last-minute meeting before the event. She approached in her usual wide and quick pace that I worried for a moment.
“That went well, didn’t it?” she said, clearly sounding relieved.
I nodded with a similar relief. “Yeah, it seems so.”
“Did you meet a few new people? Get to network?”
“Sure. Collected a lot of business cards.”
“Good,” she sighed. “Good, good.”
For a while we stood next each other, awkwardly quiet.
“Just wish some people could be more professional during an evening like this,” she said eventually.
A chill went down my spine. Oh God, had she seen us? Had she been to the office while we were there?
I looked at her and tried my best to hide my panic. “Um, what do you mean?” Sounding oh so innocent.
She gave me a quick side-eye, making me believe for a minute that I might be right and that she was actually talking about me. But then she looked back to the garden to where Steph and the British guy were standing.
“She’s been after that guy forever,” my boss remarked. “It’s so obvious to everyone except for him. Almost sad, really.”
“Oh,” I sighed.
We continued to observe the remaining crowd for a few moments and I started to wonder what time it was and whether we could go home soon. I was starting to get tired.
5
I didn’t hear from him the entire weekend. And it drove me crazy. We had never gone more than one day without a message since we had met. Was there reason to believe it was over?
I had a lot of time to drive myself crazy with thoughts. Naturally, I spent every waking minute pondering what might be going on in his head instead of just asking him.
It couldn’t be just the fact that we had met that night. It didn’t seem to shock him nearly as much as it had shocked me. He actually seemed rather happy to see me. Maybe he had gotten cold feet? Maybe he felt like he had gone too far by fucking me in my office? Too risky. Too close to his life, his job, and title.
Or it had to do with him calling me by my name, which he had never done before. It was after that point that his demeanor had changed so drastically after all.
I got to work early the following Monday morning. I wanted to be there before Steph was in, just in case I had missed something. A few things had fallen off the table while we were fucking and I had tried to make sure that everything was back in its place when we left. But it had been dark and I couldn’t be a hundred percent sure I hadn’t missed anything. Besides, it gave me a sense of security to be there before she was. In many regards.
The office looked exactly the same as we had left it on Friday. Nothing noticeable, except for me when I sat down at my table and couldn’t shake off the pictures in my head. I saw myself sitting on the table, naked, getting fucked with my monitor behind my back. Getting fucked in the ass while leaning on my desk pad. I actually found a dried-up drop of my sweat on it and blushed.
Okay, I had to know. I pulled my phone from my bag and started typing.
“What’s wrong?”
I kept it short. He was not a man of many words himself, but he usually replied when I asked him something, and usually within minutes.
His reply came surprisingly fast. “Why do you think something is wrong?”
“I haven’t heard from you since Friday…”
“I’m sorry. I was busy, my pet.”
Busy with what? Was he kidding? At least he still called me his pet.
I was pissed. I knew something was up with him. The fact that he denied it just made me furious.
“Don’t take me for an idiot,” I wrote.
This time it took him longer to reply, giving me a chance to get myself some coffee. It was still early and there weren’t many people around. No one had brewed any coffee yet. So I did. For the first time ever, as I was usually one of the people who showed up last.
I slowly strolled back to my office, coffee in hand, walking the exact same path I had taken just a few days ago at night and completely naked. Oh God, if anybody around here knew…
I finally had a message from him when I got back.
“When can I see you again?”
Okay, so he was obviously not up for talking, but for playing, as it seemed. I would make sure to tease something out of him when I saw him. Maybe I even had a better chance face-to-face.
“Tonight?”
“Okay. Same place, seven p.m.”
“Yes, sir.”
6
Even though I hadn’t meant to, I dolled myself up a little bit when we met that evening. It was the first time I wore pants, though. I had always been in skirts or dresses for him, because he had said he liked it. I wanted to look good tonight, but I still wanted to make a point.
I did wear my sexy jeans though, the most flattering pair I owned, in my humble opinion. Dark gray and super tight, they emphasized my butt in just the right way and made my legs look long and slim. And a black top that emphasized my boobs in an equally good way. I felt confident.
He looked justifiably pleased when I approached him. But if I hadn’t been suspicious before, I would’ve been now. He did not reach out for me, did not pull me toward him. There was no passionate kiss, nothing. I just stood there, looking up at him in confusion—and a little hurt, I must admit.
His expression changed to a more serious face, almost sad.
“And you’re telling me there’s nothing wrong?” I asked after we’d been standing like that for a while, awkwardly silent and at a distance.
He nodded, his dark eyes moved down to our feet and back up, looking at me with an expression I had never seen on his face before. Apologetic, somehow helpless.
“There might be a few things we need to talk about,” he admitted.
I raised an eyebrow. Somehow I had an idea it really was the name thing. And I wanted to let him know what I was suspecting. Subtly.
“Let’s have a drink,” I suggested. “Lead the way, Jasper.”
There was an unambiguous spark in his eyes as I called him by his name. For the first time.
I smiled sheepishly. Chew on that, buddy.
“You little minx,” he whispered and grabbed my hand.
We headed for the same izakaya we had been to on our very first date. He ordered a ginger highball for me without asking. I acknowledged it with an appreciative smile and waited for him to start speaking.
“Well,” he said. “So much for not knowing anything about each other.”
I looked at him without displaying any kind of reaction. “I guess so.”
He evaded my eyes, something I had never see him do before. I didn’t like the way he was right now. I wanted my Master back, the confident, dominant man who handled me like no other. What on earth was wrong with him?
“Would you please tell me what’s bothering you?” I asked, sounding more impatient than I had intended. “You say it’s not important who we are outside of this. We tried to hide it, and, well, it didn’t work out. Now we know and it shouldn’t make a difference, but somehow, it does. To you at least.”
“It’s not that,” he said. “Not exactly that.”
He sounded angry, but more at himself than at me. With good reason. I wasn’t the one acting weird after all.
“What is then?” I asked. “Do you think differently of me now? Do you think I think differently of you?”
“Do you?” he asked. “My wealth has led to false assumptions before, my pet.”
“And yet you’re not really afraid of hiding it,” I said, referring to the many times where he wouldn’t let me pay for anything while he picked ridiculously expensive hotel rooms for us to play in. “For some reason you just didn’t want me to know how rich you are. And what kind of crowd you hang out with on Friday nights.”
He chuckled. “My pe
t, you’re too cute.”
“So, what is it?” I asked. “What is bothering you?”
“You see, I told you what this would be…”
“Not a relationship,” I interrupted. I knew that, and I was not in the mood to hear one of those we’re-getting-too-close-I’m-outta-here excuses, when nothing had changed and I had done nothing to make him think that I wanted more than a play partner, a Master. Nothing had changed for me.
Are you sure, though?
My subconscious persistently showed up when I had absolutely no use for it.
So? I had missed him, maybe. I had thought about him a few times more than I was willing to admit. So? Maybe I was interested in a little more than what we had been doing, but I had never said anything or let him feel anything in that regard. Heck, I didn’t even know it until now that we were sitting here, where it all begun.
I looked at him with a concentrated expression, trying to appear completely unmoved by what we were talking about.
“We click like crazy,” he continued eventually. “We did from the beginning. You’re so responsive, so… wonderfully beautiful and cute and eager when we play. And now I think I am starting to see a little bratty side emerging.”
He winked at me. “I really like that. It’s double the fun when you resist and ask for punishments instead of just receiving them, because you’re forgetful.”
I smiled, even though there was a “but” looming over everything he was saying.
“And you’re right,” he continued. “Nothing has to change, just because we met somewhere we didn’t expect to meet. If anything, it makes you… more appealing to me.”
I looked at him with a giant question mark hovering over my head. “Okay?”
He cleared his throat and shifted on his seat, before he leaned forward on his elbows, fixating on me with his intense gaze. “You see, I might be a little more infatuated with you than I expected to be.”
I blushed at his choice of words. “So… you decided not to get in touch for a while until it disappeared?”
He laughed and shook his head. “That’s an interesting idea, my pet.”
“It doesn’t seem that far-fetched.”
