A small grunt escaped her lips as he leaned back into her, pinning her to the desk once more. She took a shuddering breath inward as he pressed against her. Her teeth clenched as her hips grinded into the edge of the desk.
"shhh..." He said as she felt his fingers over her mouth.
"You will call me Sir. If you wish to speak, Ivy, you will ask permission first."
She was shocked and titillated at the same time. Her pussy throbbed at the dominance and power that pinned her to the desk but her mind raced with uncertainty.
"Is that clear?"
She nodded as he leaned up again.
She couldn't see what he was doing and she didn't dare move for fear of being punished. He ran his hands over her ass, down the backside of her thighs, and then back up and under her skirt. A quiet yelp skipped out of her chest as his fingers slid underneath her panties. She wiggled her feet, spreading her legs a bit so he could tug her underwear aside.
He slid her panties down to the floor, lifting each of her high heeled feet out of them. Her palms pressed flat against the wood desk as the cool air twisted up her skirt and kissed her now naked slit.
Then she felt his hands again, this time on the inside of her thighs, pulling them gently apart, pausing periodically to push her skirt up over her naked ass. She did her best to lean forward, sticking her ass out to give him easy access. She clenched her eyes shut, her head swimming in mixed feelings of the odd situation.
There she was bent over, presenting her naked pussy to her demanding boss. She wasn’t this kind of girl. But there was something about him. Something about the way he commanded a room and dominated over her made her completely surrender to his demands.
Something about him made it all seem…normal.
His hands pulled away for a moment and Ivy could her a jingle, she wasn't sure what it was and the anticipation heightened her senses. Seconds later she could feel the coldness of metal against her pussy and a sudden pinch as something was clamped on to her pussy lips. She gasped, as quietly as she could as the biting clips pinched her in the most sensitive of places.
SMACK!
She lurched forward with a yelp as he spanked her ass, his hand stinging her delicate skin. He stepped back and hummed in appreciation as he admired the view.
The clips stung as they gripped her pussy lips and part of Ivy wanted to reach down and pull them off, but something strange stirred inside her. The pain was oddly enjoyable. Her breath quickened as she fought with herself over whether or not to quit this new role of submissive, and half naked, sex slave.
"That's a good girl, just hold nice and still."
She followed his voice without moving as he walked back around his desk.
"Now, Ivy, I want you to listen to me and do exactly what I tell you...can you do that?"
She nodded against the desktop. She no longer had any idea what to expect from him.
"Good girl. Now, when I finish talking, I want you to come around to this side of my desk, you will crawl underneath the foot well and sit. You will not touch your pussy or those clips. You will take my cock and put it in your mouth and no matter what happens you will not stop sucking me off."
The thought of what could happen while she was sucking his cock made her body tingle with excitement. She nodded. There was a brief moment of silence.
"Ivy, I have stopped talking." He said, prodding her to complete his orders.
She stood up and as she took the first step toward him, she could feel the clamps digging in, pinching her, hurting and at the same time exciting her. She crawled on the floor, awkwardly shuffling like a small puppy as she tried to avoid the pain between her legs.
Mr. Smith was sitting in his desk chair, pushed back from the desk and he already had his throbbing cock in his hand. She couldn't believe the length of it as she folded herself in to the foot well of his desk. There was very little room for her there and when Mr. Smith pulled his chair under the desk, there was even less.
She came face to face with the head of his cock and hesitantly she leaned forward and slipped it in to her mouth. Her pussy throbbed, she wanted so badly to slide her fingers down and tease herself, but she knew the wet juice that was already soaking her inner thighs would give her away and he would punish her for disobeying his orders.
She leaned forward, sliding the shaft of his cock between her pouty lips and bending her head down to take in his full length.
The phone on Mr. Smith's desk buzzed.
"Smith," his voice was calm and collected, as if she weren’t even there sucking his cock.
"Mr. Smith. It's Henry Michaelson.” The tiny voice from the phone spoke.
Mr. Smith held a buzzer and it suddenly dawned on Ivy that they would soon have company. He reached down and gripped the back of her head, pushing her mouth further down the shaft of his cock. The tip of his dick teasingly poked at the back of her throat, making her eyes water.
Minutes later there was a knock at the door.
"Enter."
He didn't extend niceties for clients either.
"Mr. Smith, thank you for taking the time to meet with us after hours."
Us?
Ivy’s slowly bobbing head paused as the sudden realization hit her. Us meant that there were at least two people now in their company and the thought of that made her more nervous than ever. Mr. Smith released his grip on the back of her head and reached out to shake his client's hand.
"Apologies for not standing, back injury is playing up today."
As brief as ever, Mr. Smith offered a seat to Mr. Michaelson and his companion.
"I understand. Mr. Smith, this is my assistant Dave Combes." There was more hand shaking and as Mr. Smith leaned forward his cock buried itself deeper down her throat. She wanted to gag, to cough, to clear her throat at least but the pinching clips at her pussy reminded her to think twice. She didn’t want to find out what punishment he would put her through if she accidentally revealed the awkward situation to his clients.
Ivy could feel the presence of the two men now sitting behind her on the other side of the desk. They had no idea that she was there but the thought of them being there, just inches from her, made her pussy ache even more as her tongue cradled the underside of his shaft and slid up to his tip. He twitched beneath her warm touch, but still kept his upper body remarkably still.
They started to talk about finances, marketing campaigns and logistics but all that Ivy could hear was the rushing of her blood in her ears. Her pussy ached more than she had ever ached before, she thought of his fat cock in her mouth, wishing it was between her legs, stretching her perfect pink pussy round its girth.
"You see, we're still coming up over budget, Mr. Smith..." Mr. Michaelson sounded frustrated but not irritated as he presented Mr. Smith with the facts.
Ivy could feel him tensing up, he hated clients that weren't willing to stretch their budgets. Leaning forward, she swallowed the length of his cock, wiggling her face at the end to take in the last inch.
She could barely breathe as the shaft of his enormous dick slid down her throat but she could feel him start to relax. His body softened as his cock throbbed in the close confines of her warm wet throat. She could feel every vein throbbing, pulsing as he reached down again and pulled her mouth down to the hilt of his shaft.
Holding a hand on either side of her head he guided her mouth up and down as though she were a toy incapable of her own movement.
She wasn't sure how Mr. Michaelson and his assistant didn't noticed the movement of his hands as he fucked her mouth, it seemed that they were a little more concerned with their business talk. There was the rustling of paperwork as his client continued to outline the faults of the current marketing campaign and the financial strain it was putting on their company.
"Mmmm, well..." Mr. Smith's voice was slightly strained but barely noticeable, "we can pull back here but you're going to notice a significant reduction in web traffic if we do that."
She drew her head back and
twisted her tongue around the precum covered crown of his cock, tasting the sweetness of his juices. His legs tensed. He disguised a moan with a short cough, as though he were clearing his throat.
Ivy didn't know how he could maintain any kind of train of thought as she let her lips glide to the base of his cock, her nose buried in his pubic hair, her tongue rolling and massaging every inch of his thick shaft.
"What is a significant reduction?" This was the voice of Michaelson's assistant and as she heard it, the fact that she was sucking cock with two completely unaware strangers in the room sunk in. She felt her pussy throb and reaching down slowly, as quietly as she could she slid a single finger between her wet folds. The sticky wetness sucked at her finger. Mr. Smith's grip tightened, pulling her hair back.
She had been caught. She pulled her finger away, her pussy now sore from the clamps and aching from the lack of touch. She didn't dare touch herself again and instead focused all her energy on torturing Mr. Smith in return for the torture that he was putting her through.
Her tongue danced up and down his cock lightly, eagerly licking him like a lollipop, her hands now resting at the base of his cock, squeezing. She could hear the difference in his voice now as he spoke and she knew that he was getting close to his breaking point.
She couldn’t control when she could cum, but she could control when he did. And she was going to make sure it would be in the middle of his conversation.
"If you could show me on this chart what you are looking at in terms of a significant reduction in web traffic versus the money you could save, it would be helpful to me. I'm not really a numbers guy, it's much easier if I can visualize it."
Mr. Michaelson was pushing all the right buttons, Mr. Smith despised people who didn't understand their own business. She could feel him starting to tense up again and she pressed her lips tightly around his cock, letting her tongue ripple against the underside of his shaft. She hollowed her cheeks as she added a bit of suction.
"Ahh..." Ivy couldn't believe that she had made him cry out and she imagined the looks on the faces of the others.
“Are you okay?"
Mr. Smith nodded.
"Sorry, my back spasmed. Here, let me see your chart..." He leaned forward. As he did, his cock sank into Ivy's throat and she felt him twitch.
Suddenly his cock swelled and with a few rippling jolts he shot hot jets of cum down her throat. His warm juices splattered at the back of her mouth as she swallowed every drop of his salty seed, gulping.
There was no talking above the desk, she imagined that Mr. Smith was mutely pointing to sections on the chart they had been speaking of. Slowly, she pulled back, his cock, sticky and warm, still rippling under her touch. As he fell from her lips, she leaned forward, licking the tip of it, tasting his sweet juice as the head of his cock bounced in sensitive protest.
Her tongue glided across her sweet sticky lips. Her pussy still throbbing painfully, but she didn't dare reach down and touch herself again, he would catch her. Sitting back, resting against the back of the desk, Ivy listened to Mr. Smith explain to his client why he needed nearly double his initial budget.
As he spoke, he reached down and slid his cock back inside his pants, zipping them up excruciatingly slowly, until finally he coughed loudly to allow himself to zip them up completely. Ivy sat, her pussy still exposed, underneath the desk. She wondered if her panties were still on the floor and hoped that Mr. Smith had picked them up before Mr. Michaelson and his assistant arrived. Or at the very least, that they wouldn’t notice.
It was too late now, either way. Either they had seen them or Mr. Smith had picked them up, but either way, no one was saying anything about it.
The meeting seemed to drag on for hours and by the time Mr. Smith gingerly stood up from his desk, still faking back pain, Ivy's legs had cramped up and her pussy lips had gone from protesting to screaming.
"Thank you for your work on our account, Mr. Smith. I know it's challenging to work with clients on a budget. Don't trouble yourself getting up, we'll see ourselves out."
Mr. Michaelson was followed by his assistant as she watched the two pairs of feet head to the office door.
"We look forward to seeing what more you can do for our company." Mr. Michaelson said before closing the door behind him. Ivy took a loud deep breath in, the inability to make noise had mysteriously rendered her unable to take a single good breath, and now that they had left she struggled to fill her lungs.
"Oh Ivy..." Mr. Smith sounded disappointed as he pushed his chair back.
"I thought that I made it perfectly clear that you were not to touch your pussy..."
She looked out at him from under the desk, she couldn’t see his face but she knew from the tone of his voice that she was in trouble.
"You get one mistake, Ivy. That was it. Do not disappoint me again." She waited under the desk, unsure whether she should wait for his command to stand up or take the initiative and do it herself. She assumed, under the circumstances, that she should stay put.
He reached his hand under the desk and Ivy took it. He pulled her out and gestured for her to sit on his thigh.
"You need to know, Ivy, that when I say something..." He reached under her skirt and tugged at the clamps on her pussy lips, "I really mean it."
She winced in pain. Despite the metal clips digging in to her lips though, she could still feel her pussy aching, begging for his cock. She nodded.
"Now, bad girls need to be punished..." He tugged on the clips again, stretching her pussy lips and sending a shiver mixed with pain and pleasure down her spine.
"Because you did well otherwise, your punishment will be lessened." Ivy wondered what a lessened punishment was.
She watched his face for a few moments as he seemed to calculate the best punishment for his disobedient cock sucking assistant.
He slid his hand over her smooth creamy thigh, sending tingles up her leg and in to the very depths of her core. She wanted his fingers to slide a little higher, to slip inside her and finger her until she came. Never had she been tortured for so long without being allowed to cum and now that she felt the moment was near, she could feel her smooth wet pussy lips sliding together in anticipation as she wiggled on his thigh.
"Mmmm" she murmured, her eyes closing. As she did, Mr. Smith tugged the clamps, letting her know that she had not been permitted to speak, and then with a single finger, he parted her wet slit. As he slid his thick finger inside, she could feel the relief, she tightened around him almost immediately and she knew she would not last long.
Then, with a twisted grin, he pulled his finger out of her and slid it between his lips, licking every drop of her off his fingertips. He locked his eyes on hers.
"Put on your panties Ivy." She looked at him, an aching need between her legs and a desire to do the forbidden. His eyes stared back at her and his face hardened.
"And you keep those clamps on until tomorrow. As soon as you get in to the office you come in here and you show me that you still have them on." Ivy stood up and took the panties that he had pulled from his jacket pocket. There would be no release for her tonight, at least not at the hands of Mr. Smith.
"Oh, and Ivy?"
She looked up at him as she stepped in to the second leg hole of her panties, "I will know if you are lying to me."
Now Mr. Smith stood, he hooked his finger under her chin and guided her to stand upright.
"No one makes that pussy cum but me, do you understand?" Ivy nodded. "That means only me. You will not touch yourself." She nodded again and reached down to pull up her panties. What had she gotten herself in to?
"You can go now." His voice was softer, but still carried warning.
As Ivy walked to his office door, she could feel the chain of the pussy clamps rubbing against her, making her sensitive flesh tingle. What had she done? She had sold her soul to her boss, her dominating boss who had now claimed every right to her tight aching pussy.
She wondered whether she could b
ack out now, save herself from any more pain, any more prevented orgasms. As she debated whether she should return to Mr. Smith's office she decided instead, that tomorrow, she would try harder.
Tomorrow, she would get hers.
The End
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