by Kenzie Haven
Yes, Master
He has me begging for more…
By: Kenzie Haven
Published by Smutpire Press
Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved
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Yes, Master
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Tom stood at the front of the room and explained the company’s vision statement. Everybody was enraptured in his speech, hanging off every word he said. They were all enraptured with his charm, just as I was.
I was daydreaming, but for a different reason. I didn’t need to fantasize about the boss, I knew just how amazing he could be with or without clothes on.
I knew how his cock felt when he pounded me with it.
It was only to keep up appearances that I was there. As Tom’s special assistant, I didn’t really have any official work to do in the office. All my work was in secret, behind closed doors.
And it was wonderful, so long as nobody discussed our arrangement. Both Tom and I would lose our jobs if they did and this was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I couldn’t lose my position and I couldn’t lose Tom.
I caught his eye and he smiled at me, a sparkling little grin that was just for me. I loved the fact that we were in a crowded room but we still shared something that was just between us two.
The meeting continued on for another hour before we were allowed to leave. Everybody was more energized and ready to work after the motivational speech. Tom was an excellent CEO of the company, even if some of his work time was devoted to me and the pleasure we shared.
“Do you need anything, boss?” I asked as Tom passed by. My pussy ached for him to say yes so I could have some one-on-one time with him.
“Maybe later today,” he replied before continuing down the corridor.
Disappointed, I made my way back to my desk. There wasn’t much actual work to do so I wasted time on the internet and checked my instant messages a thousand times. There was only so much lingerie and sex toys I could buy in my down time.
Tom was quickly becoming an obsession of mine. What started off as an arrangement purely to satisfy his sexual needs, was turning into something that dominated my life. The man was an Adonis and what hid in his pants was even better.
The mail delivery boy made his rounds and deposited a parcel on my desk. My stomach fluttered when I realized what was inside. I’d ordered some lingerie and toys on my expense account last week and they had finally arrived. Thank goodness I’d made sure the website marked them as ‘confidential’.
There were enough rumors about me blazing through the office already.
I pushed back from the desk and opened the parcel on my lap to make sure it was hidden from any prying eyes. I peeked inside and saw the red lace. It was enough to have me running off to the restrooms.
There was nobody else in the ladies’ room as I snuck into a stall. Pulling out the red lace teddy, I held it up in front of me to inspect every detail. Hopefully Tom would like it. I wasn’t allowed to wear panties in the office but he had said nothing about teddies.
I changed into the teddy and then put my pencil skirt and blouse back on overtop. When Tom needed to see me today, he would get a nice surprise. I couldn’t wait for him to see me in the new lingerie.
Returning to my desk, I saw Louise emerging from Tom’s office. She was the manager of the accounts department and rarely had any interactions with the CEO. She stopped to wave hello at me before leaving.
What was she doing in Tom’s office? He rarely had any direct dealings with anyone from the accounts department. He had a finance manager to deal with that side of the business.
Louise was only a couple of years older than me. She was beautiful when you looked past her dress sense. If she actually dressed her age, she would be stunning. Had Tom seen that? Had he offered her a contract similar to the one he had with me?
My stomach tied into knots. I couldn’t ask Louise and I didn’t dare barge into Tom’s office and demand answers. All I could do was sit there and wait to be called.
It was difficult to focus on any work, even the small amount that I had to do. Every noise made me look up and check to see if Tom was leaving his office. He was firmly ensconced all morning.
The only timed I moved from my desk again was to get some lunch. I felt nauseous, but thought I should eat something anyway. I needed to keep up my strength in case I was needed in the afternoon.
By three o’clock I was getting antsy. I’d been Tom’s sex assistant for two weeks and it was rare that he waited so late to call on me for my services. Perhaps he was already bored with me. Maybe Louise was being groomed as my replacement.
It was four o’clock when a message popped up on my screen. It was simple and to the point: Come here. A part of me was a little annoyed at being called in so frankly. But the larger part of me was thrilled to finally be getting into his office finally.
I practically rushed to his room and opened the door. His desk was a mess with paperwork and pens everywhere. Maybe he only called me in to give everything a tidy up. It wouldn’t have surprised me.
“How is your day going, sir?” I asked. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I spoke. Tom had me as nervous as all hell.
“It’s long. And hard.” He pointedly looked down at his crotch. “How about you?”
“More wet than hard.”
His scowl turned into a grin. “Is that right? Well, it would be a waste to have you all wet and do nothing about it.”
“It would, sir.” I moved to stand in front of his desk. “I have a surprise for you.”
His eyebrow arched. “Is that so? Are you going to tell me what it is?”
“I’d rather show you.” I chewed on my lip as I waited for his reaction. He was the one in charge so I wasn’t sure if he would approve of me being so bold. I lowered my gaze in submission.
“I would like to see it. Show me now.” His order reverberated through me as I moved into action. I took off my blouse and then my skirt so I stood there in nothing but the red teddy. My boobs were almost busting out of the cups, a detail I thought he’d appreciate the most.
His gaze travelled over my body but his expression remained neutral. I couldn’t stop myself from speaking. “Do you like it? Is it okay? I can take it off if you don’t approve of it.”
Tom stood. “You haven’t followed the no panties rule.”
“It’s crotchless. That kind of counts, right?”
He nodded and it was a huge relief. “I’ll make an exception this time. But only because you look so fucking sexy in that lingerie. Come here.”
I tottered around the desk to stand in front of him. He pulled me against his body with an iron-grip on my ass. His lips met mine where he kissing me so passionately my knees went weak. I let his tongue slip between my teeth as he owned my mouth. It made my pussy pulse from below. I’d waited all day for this and needed it badly.
He lifted me up and placed me on the desk—our lips never parting in the process. His hands explored everywhere, running over my back and around the front to cup and massage my boobs. The feel of his skin through the lace was wondrous, adding another element to the touch.
He pressed his groin into the apex between my legs so I co
uld feel his hard erection. He was ready for me, and I was equally ready for him.
Our bodies were attracted to one another like he was a magnet and I was steel. I wanted to be pressed against him with not even a breath of a gap. That was when I was the happiest.
We were so involved in each other that neither of us registered the knock on the door at first. It took a few seconds for us to relinquish our lips and pull back. My eyes widened in panic at the prospect of being caught in this compromising position.
“Get into the restroom,” Tom whispered. He stood back while I scurried off the desk and whisked my clothes up off the floor. I ran for his private bathroom and shut myself inside.
I heard voices only a moment later. Tom’s was easily recognizable but I couldn’t tell who his visitor was. It was a female, but she was speaking too low for me to place a name to her voice. Whoever she was, I wished she’d get the hell out of Tom’s office.
My breathing was still ragged from our epic make out session as I leaned against the wall. I took in a few gulps of air and tried to steady my racing heart. We’d come too close to being caught out there. I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the door or not when I first entered Tom’s office. If I’d left it unlatched, it would have been all my fault had we been caught.
Our arrangement would then be over. Tom and I would lose our jobs and my life would be exponentially worse. I enjoyed the extra money he was paying me for being his sex slave and I loved the way he fucked me. I couldn’t let either of those things go easily.
Tom and the woman had a conversation before the door closed with a dull thud. I waited. Finally, the restroom door opened. “You can come out now.”
I shuffled from the room and tried to gauge Tom’s mood to see whether it had changed with the visitor. My pussy was still very ready for action so I hoped it was nothing but a mere interruption to our action.
Tom swaggered over to his black leather couch and sat down. He patted his lap. “Come over here and ride me, baby. I want to see your sexy tits bounce as I fuck you.”
That I could do.
I ran over to his lap. Tom barely had his trousers open before I got over to him, his cock poking through the fabric with a wet tip. Impulsively, I leaned down and licked the pre-cum from his member. It was salty on my tongue. Tom just laughed and grabbed my sides, pulling me up and on top of him.
“Cheeky girl,” he growled. “Sit on my cock.”
I positioned my entrance over his shaft and slid down slowly. My cunt pulsed at the wonderful sensation of being filled. Even after fucking Tom so often over the last couple of weeks, it never got old. We could do this a thousand times and it would still feel new and exciting.
Tom’s hands grabbed my boobs. He flicked my nipples between his fingers and sent pleasure zapping through me. It added to the wetness in my pussy and made everything that much slipperier.
When he was fully buried inside me, I used my knees as leverage to pull up. His cock slid out of me until it reached its tip. Then I slammed back down again. Tom hissed with approval.
I did it again.
And again.
His cock was a rod keeping us connected as I rode him hard. Normally it was Tom on top and in control. This was the first time where I’d been able to have my wicked way with him and I wasn’t going to let him get away lightly. If I did it well enough, he might let me do it again sometime.
He left one hand on my breast to work my nipple as the other one trailed down my sensitive skin to my pussy. His urgent fingers delved deep between my folds and started toying with my clit. The sensitive nerve endings were worked into a frenzy in no time.
“Lydia, fuck yes. Keep going. Keep going.”
My whole body writhed as I fought for our mutual joy. His cock pushed and pulled inside me without any care or gentleness. We were just two animals as we fucked and surged toward the peak.
His fingers were my undoing. The orgasm took me by surprise with their intensity and I grabbed onto Tom’s shoulders to steady myself while the pleasure sung through my body like a melody. Tom grabbed my hips and took control of me as he bucked deeper; his own climax tearing him apart.
He pulled me against him and held me there tightly. I could hear his heart beating inside of his chest, strong and racing. We’d both worked up a sweat while getting the workout. It was good exercise, having sex on the job.
I was cradled in his embrace for a long time. The clock on the wall had ticked over five o’clock during our fucking so there was no need to move. We were on our own time now and had nothing more to do.
Tom brushed the hair from my face and then played with the strands absentmindedly. I enjoyed his gentleness and didn’t want him to stop so I said nothing. The lace of my teddy kept some of the air conditioning off my otherwise naked body. Tom’s arms kept the rest of the cold air away.
“Would you like to get some dinner together?” Tom finally asked.
“I’d like that.”
“How about we eat back at my place? I can get something delivered.”
I’d never been invited to his home before. Our arrangement was for the workplace and his house seemed more personal than the contract permitted. The thought of seeing his private domain was riveting. “Sounds like a plan,” I replied. I wasn’t going to let on how excited I was about the prospect.
I crawled off his lap and put my clothes back on. Tom zipped up his trousers and used his cell phone to place a food order for dinner. We walked through the office building as if we were nothing more than disinterested co-workers going home after a long day.
Tom drove us to his penthouse apartment in his Bentley. If he could afford these kinds of luxuries, I could understand how he managed to pay me three times my normal salary for our arrangement.
Inside, everywhere I looked there was more evidence of his wealth. Large artwork, plush furniture, marble floors, and antiques. “Do you even need to work?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“I do all right,” Tom replied, laughing. “Do you like the place?”
I wandered over to the window and looked down over the city’s sparkling skyline. It was like I could see the whole world from up here. “It’s beautiful. I just never expected anything so… amazing.”
He poured us both a glass of white wine and handed me one. “I have an interior decorator that helps me out. If I were left to my own devices I would probably only have a TV and plastic lawn chair in here.”
“Thank goodness for interior decorator then,” I said with a cheeky grin before we clinked our glasses together in honor of his helper.
Tom leaned down to whisper in my ear, “If you think this is nice, you should see the bedroom.”
Goosebumps ran down my neck. “I can’t wait to see it.”
His hand linked with mine as our fingers threaded together. He pulled me along through the sumptuous living room and down a hallway. The lights came on as we walked and then flicked off again once we’d passed. I wondered what other kinds of cool technology the apartment had.
Tom’s bedroom screamed all man. Cherry wood paneling covered the bottom half of the walls. Navy blue paint was on the top half. A large wooden bed took up most of the room. Navy sheets were neatly tucked under the mattress.
“Your decorator has done a good job,” I remarked. I didn’t know what else to say. It was still unclear why he had invited me over. Surely it wasn’t just to marvel at his furniture.
Someone banged on the front door. “Ah, the food. I hope you’re hungry. I ordered a lot of things.”
“I’m starved.”
The smell of the takeaway Thai food wafted in from the delivery boy. Tom paid and took the food, setting up the containers on a large glass dining table. Our view was of the entire city and couldn’t have been more perfect for a romantic evening.
Was that what this was? A romantic evening? Confusion was setting in and I couldn’t push the thoughts away.
When we were finished eating, Tom cleared the table and tidied up. I su
ddenly felt awkward about what I should do next. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome but was too embarrassed to ask him whether I should leave or not. I sat at the table until he finished in the kitchen and returned.
“How about a movie?” he asked.
“Yeah, that sounds good.” It was a relief to have something to do. We flicked through Netflix and settled on a comedy. Tom moved along the couch so we were sitting together. He put his arm around my shoulders.
I waited a full ten minutes before I rested my head on his shoulder. Tom pulled me closer against him until we were snuggled up together. It felt decidedly like something we wouldn’t do under our contract agreement.
The movie played out but I barely paid attention to it. I was too conscious of Tom and the way our bodies melded together as if this was something we did all the time. It felt better than any of the sex we’d had over the past couple of weeks.
