Falling into Black

by Carrie Kelly

  "Look at how hungry you are," he said.

  My only reply was a moan as he moved the handle slowly in and out, each thrust an eternity of agony. It took all my concentrated effort to sit still, my hands gripped tightly behind my back, my legs spread as wide as possible. My breasts heaved, sweat trickling over my skin. And Dorian Black -- Dorian Black fucking me with a paddle handle.

  Slowly he removed the handle and brought it to his lips, lapping my juices from the smooth wood. Without a word he ran a finger over my slit, slipping it inside my aching entrance.

  Then he slipped in a second finger, moving them in and out more ferociously. His thumb tickled my clit and a third finger join the fray. Slamming into me with an intensity that made me scream.

  It was impossible to sit still. I rolled my hips into each thrust, and stared into his intense blue eyes.

  Why was he doing this? Did he really want me? Chubby Alicia Jones?

  He grabbed a handful of my breasts, squeezing and slapping them in turn with the finger fucking. My whole world blurred, lost in the passion of the moment. The building pleasure tightening in my cunt with each ruthless thrust.

  Moaning and twitching, I came. My pussy squeezing his fingers, my juices dripping over his hand as he urged them deeper and deeper inside.

  Sweat ran down his temple, his hair somehow ruffled. Panting, he pulled his hand free and stared at me, naked and satisfied on his desk. Without a word he untied my hands, then he walked in the bathroom, and I heard the water come on.

  Suddenly embarrassed at my state of undress, I pulled up my panties and bra and fixed my skirt.

  What the hell just happened? And why couldn’t I control myself?

  Mr. Black walked out drying his hands, and he glanced at me coolly. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but his eyes were as distant as before.

  "I expect my things dry cleaned by tomorrow morning, Ms. Jones," he said and picked up his phone. "Yes, Ms. Anderson. I found my assistant. It's Alicia Jones. Send the rest of the young ladies home, please."

  I stared at him -- Dorian Black -- my new boss.

  "I got the job?"

  "Yes, Ms. Jones," he said. "I expect you here by eight a.m. sharp. Got that?"

  "Yes, Mr. Black. But what about--"

  He held up a hand to silence me. "We won't be discussing that, Ms. Jones. You're my personal assistant. You'll do whatever I ask or you won't last very long. Have you got that?"

  My cheeks burned in shame.

  How could I've been so stupid? Of course it wouldn't mean anything.

  But I still needed the job.

  "Yes, Mr. Black."

  "You can take a clean shirt out of that closet, but bring it back laundered by tomorrow," he said and pointed.

  I followed his directions and moved towards his office doors after I’d pulled on a white man’s shirt.

  "And Ms. Jones," he said as I was about to leave. "Remember to behave or I'll have to punish you again."

  I swallowed the lump in my throat, my skin itching for something I never knew I wanted. "Yes, Mr. Black."

  What kind of punishment would he give me next time? I’d have to find out.

  * * *

  I threw the dress shirt on my bed and frowned. It wouldn't do! Not for today and the big meeting with the shareholders. I had to look sexy and smart -- something fitting the CEO’s personal assistant.

  If not, I had no idea what Mr. Black might do to me.

  I'd been working for Dorian Black -- the handsome CEO billionaire of Black Inc. -- for a little over two weeks, but I still didn't understand his mercurial moods. Sometimes he seemed perfectly pleasant, although that could change in a matter of seconds. His expectations were high for himself and others, and it was almost impossible to keep up.

  I knew he was sick of seeing the same five dress suits over and over again, but my wardrobe wasn't as big as some of the other girls at the company. I couldn't afford designer everything, after all.

  Digging deep into the back of my closet I pulled out a red dress. I usually used it as date dress – an A-line number with a plunging V-neck to show off my full breasts while hiding my full-sized hips and thighs.

  It was strapless but not too slinky- perfect for work the environment, especially if I put the black blazer over it. My new black pumps and a swipe of red lipstick completed the look.

  Now I only had to contend with my wild brown curls. I always wore my hair back in a bun, but what else looked professional?

  I wanted to be a good assistant. Scratch that -- I needed to be a good assistant and represent my boss well, but I wasn't sure if I was doing that.

  Ever since the first day Mr. Black hired me, and that strange but alluring interview, I hadn't been able to keep my mind off of the gorgeous billionaire. I mean, how could I?

  The man bent me over his desk and spanked me. The way he made my body feel was better than any other man's touch.

  No. I'm an idiot.

  I don't know why he did that to me, but he hadn't tried to touch me since. He probably had plenty of other women -- classy, rich women to choose from. He wouldn't want a chubby and broke assistant.

  I frowned and bundled my hair into a ponytail. It'd have to do. With one last quick look in the mirror, I headed out the door and hoped I didn't make a fool out of myself at the meeting.

  Like usual, I grabbed a coffee for Mr. Black and myself at the kiosk downstairs. He took his black no sugar and one cream.

  I wondered if you could tell anything about a person by how they took their coffee? Would his be unattainable? Or just unattainable for me?

  Oh well, it doesn't really matter anyway, Alicia, it's not like you have a chance with him.

  For once, the secretary at the desk in the lobby didn't sneer at me when I walked by -- instead she raised her eyebrows. Hopefully, that was a good sign.

  Then I hopped into the elevator and road it all the way up to the fiftieth floor. The CEO’s office and some meeting rooms were the only things on that floor. I heard a rumor the rest of the floor was dedicated to a secret penthouse suite, but that probably wasn't true. Who would use it? Mr. Black? Then it occurred to me. Maybe he kept it as a secret kinky sex dungeon?

  The thought sent a rush of heat to my panties, and I frowned.

  I shouldn't get off at work -- how unprofessional!

  Stepping out the elevator, I still glanced around. Where would the hidden penthouse suite be? I didn't have very long to think about it. Mr. Black's office door stood open, and he leaned against his desk -- the phone held to his ear and a frown on his gorgeous face. I approached slowly, like an animal scared of getting caught in a predator's gaze.

  Too late.

  His bright blue eyes fell on me, looking at me with keen calculation. His wavy black hair was brushed back slick and his cheeks smoothly shaven. His immaculate Italian suit and finely crafted leather shoes were perfectly clean. Like always, he looked like some kind of Adonis – a god among men.

  I carefully set the coffee on his desk and moved to leave the room.

  "Just get them to me," he said and hung up the phone. "Alicia?"

  "Yes, Mr. Black?" I asked and turned around to face him.

  His eyes traveled over my red dress and black shoes, finally settling on my face. In the back of my mind I hoped he liked my lipstick.

  What a stupid thing to think. Was I some schoolgirl and was he the popular guy? Shit. It kind of was like that.

  "Your phone’s off,” said and crossed his muscular arms over his toned chest.

  A blush heated my cheeks. "It is? I'm so sorry, Mr. Black. Do you need anything else?"

  "Breakfast. A bagel and orange juice from the kiosk will do. And hurry up. The meeting is at 11:30 and we need to go over some notes before then."

  My face burned with embarrassment, and I nodded. "Yes sir. Right away, sir."

  I turned my phone back on, and rushed to get his food. Would he see this as another chance to punish me? A thrill of lust coursed through my veins. Wa
it? Did I want to get punished again? If not, why did the idea excite me so much? What the hell was wrong with me?

  I couldn't shake the thought from my mind as I grabbed his breakfast and hurried back up to his office. As I set down his food, my hands shook.

  If he noticed he didn't say anything. Mr. Black only nodded and handed me a pile of notes.

  "Read those out loud," he ordered and goose bumps formed across my skin at the sound of his sexy smooth voice.

  I read to him, pleased I kept my voice even and didn’t stumble over my words in his presence. Then, like things usually do, everything went awry.

  As I was handing the notes back to Mr. Black my hand bumped into his glass of orange juice, spilling its contents over his desk and the important papers scattered across it.

  "Oh!” I yelped and jumped up. "I'll clean this up right away, Mr. Black! Right away!"

  I grabbed some paper towels from the bathroom and mopped up the mess, apologizing the whole time.

  I can't believe it. First I spill coffee on my perspective boss now this? He was going to fire me. Fire me for sure! And I'd just gotten my first paycheck too!

  "I'll print you some new ones," I said and gathered the sopping papers from his desk, but Mr. Black grabbed my wrist and squeezed it.

  Tentatively, I glanced at him, but the frown on his face told me everything I needed to know. I was in for it now.

  "Hurry up with that, Alicia. We have less than an hour before the meeting starts."

  My heart slammed in my chest as I ran out of his office and fumbled with my computer to make copies. Did that mean he wasn't going to punish me? Or was he just waiting until later? My mind buzzed with the possibilities.

  By the time I finished getting everything in order we only had about 15 minutes before the meeting started. I rushed into his office with the papers in hand, but Mr. Black just glanced at me.

  "Shut the door and come here," he said.

  I walked toward his desk. The tone in his voice was the same he'd used when he interviewed me -- the tone I hadn't heard in just over two weeks. My skin prickled with excitement at the look in his eyes, the look of the predator about to pounce on its prey.

  And I was the prey.

  Gently, I set the papers down and waited.

  "We don't have much time, but I want to be thorough so you fully understand what you did wrong."

  My breath caught in my throat, and I nodded. What was he going to do to me? And would I like it as much as I liked his other punishment?

  "Are you going to spank me again, Mr. Black?" I managed to ask. I know he said we weren't to speak of it again, but how could I not?

  A dangerous smirk slid across his lips. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Alicia? No, this time it will be much worse. Lift up your dress. Now!"

  I did as he said, slipping the formfitting red material over my rounded hips. He took in my fully, curvy thighs and the thin black lace panties I wore. Just one look from his piercing blue eyes dampened my pussy. Roughly and without preamble, he yanked them down and bent me over his desk.

  So he was going to spank me?

  I gripped on the smooth wood and bit my bottom lip in anticipation.

  But the stinging punishment never came. Instead, he opened one of his desk drawers and fumbled around with something inside -- something that sounded plastic.

  Sweat beaded on my back and my chest.

  What was he going to do to me?

  The heat of his touch was enough to get me even wetter. Then, one large finger slipped into my depths and I moaned, keeping still no matter how badly I wanted to push back into it.

  "Look at how wet you are,” Mr. Black growled, his other hand massaging the roundness of my butt.

  Then, his finger slipped out and a little plastic dildo slipped in. It didn’t feel very long, maybe about three inches, but the girth made up for it. I gasped, and he pushed it in until the base was flush with the entrance of my slick cunt. Then he slid my panties back up and lowered my dress in a matter of fact way.

  "You’ll wear that for the whole meeting," Mr. Black said with a smile on his lips. "And I hope you don't spill anything."

  I shifted my thighs, wondering how I was supposed to walk normally down the hall with that thing buried inside me. "Yes, Mr. Black," I said, my skin on fire with want.

  Quickly, he put something into his pocket, and he hurried me down the hall toward the meeting. I tried to walk around the bulge inside of me, the walls of my sex squeezing it -- every step seemed to make it shift and move; sending a sensation of hot desire through my veins.

  I bit my lip to keep from moaning as I set the papers in front of each chair. Slowly, the shareholders shuffled into the room, and I wondered how I was going to keep my cool for a whole forty-five minutes.

  At least it wasn't moving. Sure, my body ached for release- for Mr. Black to satisfy me again, but I didn’t know if that's what this punishment was meant to provide.

  Probably not. He was just trying to teach me not to be so clumsy.

  I stood in the corner, trying to be inconspicuous, as Mr. Black stood in front of the gathered men and women. In truth, I didn't really pay attention to his speech about the company's recent growth and increased earnings. Sweat beaded on my brow -- my heart hammering in my chest, and I had to clench my hands at my sides to keep from touching myself.

  Then Mr. Black pointed at me. "I like to introduce my new personal assistant, Alicia Jones. Ms. Jones will be getting everyone water and refreshments if they want it," he said and smiled at me knowingly.

  I nodded and hoped my cheeks weren't as red as they felt. For a moment every shareholder in the room looked at me, sizing me up, seeing if I was worth Mr. Black's time. One woman in particular gave me an evil stare. Her smooth blonde hair was wound in a neat bun at the back of her head, and her tight black dress and impossibly high heels looked like some fancy designer whose name I probably couldn't pronounce. Maybe she had a thing for Mr. Black?

  Well, she could get in line.

  Although she looked like the kind of woman he'd have a thing for too.

  I knew with everyone staring at me like that I should’ve felt nervous and embarrassed, and I was -- to a point. But the idea that none of them knew about the dildo -- no one but Mr. Black and me had any idea that thing sat lodged inside my pussy -- made little shocks of desire spread over my skin.

  Then just as I was about to start filling up water cups it started buzzing. The slow, steady sensation tickled my already sensitive nerves, sending jolts of excitement through my body. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud and making everyone in the meeting think I was some kind of pervert or weirdo.

  Turning around, I noticed Mr. Black leaning against the table with a look of complete innocence on his face. But I knew this was his doing. It had to be!

  The container of water shook in my hands, and I squeezed my thighs and take a deep breath to brace myself as I poured. Each tremble of the little plastic device drove me crazy with lust.

  Hot and cold waves of desire flooding my body all at once. The sounds of the meeting rose around me, and I tried to pay attention to them, to focus on something else besides the pulsating piece of plastic in my sopping pussy.

  I gripped onto the water pitcher, relishing in the way my hands pinched as I squeezed the metal handle.

  Mr. Black had a chart on the screen and droned on about some new investments the company was thinking about. But the whole time he kept his eyes glued on me and my predicament. As I got the platter of sandwiches from the snack tray and moved to set it in the center of the table the vibrator move faster.

  He turned it up!

  I gasped at the increase in speed and the shivering delight as it assaulted my body. How was I supposed to breathe properly with that thing tingling me into an oblivion of passion? Each shiver sent shocks of pleasure coursing through my body. At least he hadn’t buried one in my clit as well. That would have been too much!

  I nearly dropped the platter on t
he table as my body reached its peak -- the orgasm shaking me to my very core. My jaw clenched, all my muscles wound as tight as possible, and I could still hardly hold back my aching satisfaction with a muffled squeak.

  A few of the surrounding shareholders looked at me strangely, and I couldn’t blame them. I'd look at someone who made that sound weird too. Glancing at the clock, I frowned.

  How was I supposed to keep this up for another 25 minutes?

  Once everyone had their refreshments, I retired back to the corner and crossed my legs. I must've looked ill and feverish. My skin felt flushed and damp with sweat -- waves of intense need spread from my sex and across the rest of my body.

  My pussy dripped so badly I was sure the juices would run down my legs. My panties just couldn't hold it all in -- but still the vibration didn't stop.

  Everything excited my senses -- the smile on Mr. Black's lips, the sensation of the chair against my thighs, the smell of sweat and perfume filling the room. I'd never been so ruthlessly satisfied in my life.

  By the time the meeting ended it was hard to hold onto a coherent thought. My mind awash with lust -- the only thing I could think about was the building ache in my groin and the next earth shattering release.

  I nodded and smiled, trying to keep my composure as the shareholders shuffled out of the room. Several glanced at me with worried expressions and mumbled how I must be ill.

  If they only knew!

  Once the last one climbed into the elevator for the long ride back to the ground floor, Mr. Black walked up to me. Slowly, he pulled a little remote control out of his pocket and clicked it off.

  "Good job, Ms. Jones. You didn't spill anything. At least not on the table," he said and chuckled. "Bend over so I can get my toy back."

  Shaking, I did as he said. The cool smooth surface of the table eased my feverish and oversensitive skin. His hands burned as he pushed up my dress, fingers moving with seductive deliberation, gripping my black lace panties and pulling them over my hips.

  Instead of removing it, he poked it with his finger -- shoving the plastic deeper inside my needy hole. Another finger tickled my hungry clit, and I let out a long suppressed moan at the intrusion.