by Parker Grey
I go dizzy with lust, and do what he says. I lean back on my hands, knees closed, heart pounding.
He pushes my cardigan down, over my shoulders, then unbuttons my shirt. The buttons are small and he fumbles with them a little, and I sit up, trying to help but he grabs my hands again.
“I said don’t move,” he growls, his voice dangerous.
“Sorry, Mr. Declan,” I whisper.
He opens my shirt, unclasps my bra, and I close my eyes as I feel the cool air on my nipples. My boss lowers his head and licks one, slowly, and I gasp at the sensation.
This is happening, I think. My boss is about to fuck me, and I’m letting it happen.
No, worse, I want this to happen.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth and I moan, digging the fingers of one hand into his hair. As I do, he bites my nipple, making me gasp, then lifts his head up and looks me dead in the eye.
“What did I say,” he says, and there’s a glint of something in his eye — lust, for sure, but I think he’s also glad I grabbed him. He starts pulling off his tie, and he’s leaning over me again, reaching behind me for my hands before I realize what’s happening.
He ties my arms together, from wrist to elbow, so tight I can’t move. When he pulls back there’s a light in his eyes that’s almost animalistic, like he’s a lion suddenly free of his cage.
“Now maybe you can be a good girl,” he says quietly, one hand twisting a nipple.
He does it hard, and I cry out, but at the same time a lightning strike of heat goes through my entire body and I soak my underwear even more. I need this and I need more.
So much more. He twists both my nipples at once and I whimper and moan, swaying on my bound hands until I fall to my elbows, my back arching.
“Please, Mr. Declan,” I gasp.
He just chuckles, both hands on my knees now. Then he pushes them apart suddenly, and I can feel my skirt rip as his hands make their way up, brushing against the thin fabric of my thong. My head is back, and I’m staring at the opposite wall of his office, feeling his hands move urgently.
He shoves aside my thong and brushes his fingers along my slick, dripping slit, and all I can do is whimper, I want him so bad.
“Please,” I say again, and I try to buck my hips because I need him inside me, even if it’s just his fingers.
Then he walks around the desk, and suddenly, he’s standing in front of me. My head is upside down, and I watch as he unbuckles and unzips his pants, slowly, like he’s teasing me.
Finally, he takes his cock in one hand and brings it out, long and thick and steel-hard.
It’s huge, and I gasp. It’s even bigger than the dildo I used last night, and heat flows through me, my cunt pulsing with need as I remember how good that thing felt.
“Lie back,” he orders.
I do, my head hanging off the edge of his desk. My shirt is undone, my skirt around my waist, I’m bound, and my boss has his cock out in his office.
It’s dirty. It’s filthy. I never dreamed in a million years that I’d do this, but here I am, opening my mouth, hoping that my boss lets me suck his cock.
He pushes the thick head of his cock between my lips and I suck at it hungrily, savoring his musk, licking the salty pre-cum away and swallowing. Mr. Declan groans quietly and puts one hand on the back of my neck and pushes his cock further into my mouth, stretching my jaw as far as it goes.
All I can do is it take it. I swirl my tongue around the head and along the top, but he’s in control here and we both know it as he pushes his cock into my mouth, then pulls it out with a slurp. It’s bobbing just beyond my lips, and I arch my back and stick my tongue out as far as I can, just to lick him.
He growls and then drives his thick shaft back into my mouth, all the way to the back, my mouth so full I can’t even make noise.
“Relax,” he says, and I feel one hand sliding down my stomach to my hip, past my hip, under my panties and over my mound.
I try as his fingers start circling my clit and his cock pushes at the opening to my throat. I want to take him deeper. I want to make him come as he fucks my mouth on his desk, because this is the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done and I’m so aroused by it I can’t think straight.
He rubs harder, thrusts into my mouth again as I moan. I feel one thumb on my throat, stroking me gently, his hand working my clit furiously as the heat builds.
“Relax,” he murmurs again, and this time I do and the head of his cock slides into my throat as Mr. Declan groans above me. Before I know it the hairs on his testicles are tickling my nose, his whole cock in my mouth and down my throat. I can’t even moan, but the heat is still building inside me, and just the thought that he’s inside me makes me feel like I’m about to come.
My boss sinks a finger into my pussy and strokes me, then adds another and another, his thumb still working my clit as he fucks my mouth. His cock is slippery and wet and I hear the slurping sounds I’m making as I suck him off, and Jesus, it just turns me on more.
Suddenly, his fingers curl hard inside me and find the spot that makes my eyes roll back in my head and my hips lift off the desk. I swallow his cock one more time, greedy for it, and then he hits the spot again and I come so hard I think I’m going blind.
My body shakes and jerks, but he doesn’t stop. Even after I’ve come he’s still stroking me and making my legs twitch, my whole body shaking hard until he thrusts his cock down my throat one last time and then holds it there.
Mr. Declan grunts and then pumps his seed down my throat and I swallow every drop greedily, even as he goes soft in my mouth. I suck him as he pulls out, feeling filthy, but I want it all.
I watch his hands, upside-down, as he tucks himself back into his pants, and then reality starts to hit me.
You just sucked your boss’s cock in his office as he fingerbanged you.
That was unprofessional.
No. Wearing flip flops in the office is unprofessional.
Letting your boss tie you up while you deep throat his cock is beyond the pale, completely wanton, dirty and filthy.
He just used you, I tell myself.
It’s funny, though. I don’t feel used. I feel... incredible.
Mr. Declan rolls me onto one side and undoes his tie from around my wrists. I sit up, rubbing them, getting the movement back in my shoulders. We don’t say anything to each other for a long, long time.
I don’t know what to say. That was a terrible idea and I already can’t wait to do it again?
“I’ll call you a car,” he says.
I just nod, numbly. It’s not like I know what protocol is for this.
I button my blouse, pull down my torn skirt, and wrap my cardigan around my waist to hide the tear. He’s standing there in his three-piece suit, still looking like sex on a stick. In charge. In control.
At the door to his office, I pause, feeling like I should say something.
“See you tomorrow?” I ask.
“Of course,” Mr. Declan says.
I’m just outside his office door when I hear his voice again.
“Sloane,” he says, and I turn. “Be a good girl and don’t tell anyone.”
There it is again. Good girl.
It’s wrong. It’s dirty. I know the filthy things I let him do to me are just the tip of the iceberg, but I want that.
I want to be his good girl.
“Yes, Mr. Declan,” I say, and he smiles.
Then I leave the office and go home.
Chapter Six
Mr. Declan
The next few days are torture. Every morning I have to walk in and see Sloane's sweet, sultry eyes looking at me. I know she’s waiting, and I know she wants the exact same thing I do.
I can’t stop thinking about her mouth on my cock, the way she took me down her throat like she couldn’t get enough. The way she shook when she came, arms bound behind her on the desk.
Fucking hell, it’s all I’ve thought about. Declan and Soames — my company — is up for the biggest acc
ount of its life, and I’m thinking about how badly I want to fuck my secretary.
But I can’t. I’m in meetings all day and all night. I don’t have more than five minutes alone, and no matter how badly I want Sloane, I still need to be clear-headed and reasonable, because all these people depend on me.
It’s Thursday before I have any time to myself, and even then, I’m on a conference call over speakerphone. I’m trying to pay attention to what the other attendees are saying, trying like hell to stop thinking about her when there’s a knock on my door.
I mute the phone.
“Come in,” I call.
Sloane steps in. She glances at the phone. Then she steps forward and closes the door behind her.
I lean back in my chair, cock already at half-mast as she puts a stack of papers on my desk.
“The copy staff wanted you to approve these,” she says, keeping her voice low as she leans over the desk. She’s wearing a tight skirt again, the perfect contours of her ass visible, and I let my eyes rake over them while she stands there.
“Thank you, Sloane,” I say slowly.
“Is there anything else, Mr. Declan?” she asks.
Her lips are just barely parted, her eyes bold as she stares at me, her fingers curling against the edge of the desk.
It’s mid-day, the office is completely full of my employees, and I know that they’re just beyond my office door.
None of that matters. It doesn’t matter that I’m on a conference call, because I need Sloane on her knees now.
“Come around my desk,” I say.
Just the way her hips sway as she walks gets me rock hard, the massive bulge in my pants tenting straight out by the time she’s standing in front of me, her eyes filled with lust even as she touches my desk with her fingertips, like she’s nervous.
I unbutton and unzip my pants, and my cock springs free, so swollen the head is nearly purple, pre-cum dripping from the tip, and I stroke it as she watches, holding her breath.
Sloane looks at it like she’s starving and my cock is a big juicy steak. She doesn’t need to be told to get on her knees, she does it instantly, looking up at me with her huge blue eyes.
Then she sucks it into her mouth, her wet warmth enveloping me, and I almost groan. Someone walks by my door, maybe a foot outside my office, but she doesn’t stop, just pulls her mouth back, swirling her tongue around my swollen head with a slurp, then pushes my shaft further into her mouth.
“—The numbers don’t really support that,” the voice on the phone says. I don’t know or care what he’s going on about, but I can tell they’re going to want my input soon, so I turn the mute button off.
Sloane looks up at me, my thick member halfway in her mouth, and I hold one finger to my lips.
The people on the phone keep talking, but Sloane is moving her mouth over the head of my cock, savoring the salty pre-cum that trickles out, sliding her tongue along the bottom of the shaft, pulling the head back out and closing her lips again, and I have no idea what they’re saying.
She’s teasing me, and we both know it. She’s driving me to the edge, even though it’s dangerous, even though I can practically feel an animal growl growing in my chest, ready to tear out of me and expose us to everyone.
She sticks out her tongue and folds it over the head of my cock, swirling it around and around, still tasting the salt droplets, smelling my musk. She slides the head into her mouth again, and I suck in my breath with a hiss until I hit the back of her mouth and she swallows, the muscles flexing against my cock and driving me totally wild.
Then she slides me back out and looks up at me, her face a perfect combination of dirty and innocent because I know what she’s holding back. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days.
She tries it again, pushing her mouth down my cock until I hit her throat, and she starts to pull back but I can’t take it anymore, and I grab her hair in one hand, pushing her down. Her hands tighten on my thighs for a split second, and I push harder.
“I don’t think you can say that about the Tourmaline account,” a woman says on the phone. “They’re very...”
Sloane's throat relaxes all at once and she swallows my cock. I fight back a groan as the tightness makes the edges of my vision go white, my hand gripping her hair.
Fuck it feels good, my dirty secretary sucking my dick in my office, all my employees right outside my door. My directors on a conference call with me, not suspecting a thing.
I start moving Sloane's head up and down my shaft slowly, controlling her movements with my hand in her hair. Her eyes are wide, tearing up just a little, but when she reaches the tip of my cock I can tell from the hungry way she sucks it into her mouth that this is turning her on almost as much as it is me.
I keep going. Hell, I can’t stop: my fist’s iron-tight in her hair, my cock throbbing, about to come any second now. The people on the phone are still talking, and I’m barely paying attention because I’m about to blow my load down my secretary’s throat.
“I don’t think that’s the direction we want to go in,” someone says. “Jasper, do you have any thoughts on that?”
Sloane swallows my cock again, my whole length down her throat, and I hold her there for a moment, feeling her muscles work against me.
“I think Sheila’s plan is perfectly reasonable,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t sound strained. “Go to them with a few different designs, just like usual.”
I let Sloane up and she gasps.
“I agree,” someone else says. “Of the existing accounts, they’re usually the most flexible...”
Sloane pushes me into her mouth again and takes me all the way down, her lips against my balls, and then she looks up at me and I can’t hold back any longer. I explode into her mouth and she swallows as I come again and again, pumping load after load into her.
Finally, I’m spent, my cock softening, and she slides me out of her mouth, sucking every last drop of come off of me before licking her lips, looking up at me with those wide, half-innocent half-sex-kitten eyes of hers, still on her knees.
I tuck myself back into my pants as she watches me, wiping mascara from beneath her eyes. I hand her a tissue and she wipes her swollen, red mouth delicately.
I hit the mute button on the phone again.
“Stand up and sit on the desk,” I say, then turn it off again before she can say anything.
I want her, legs wide and sweet cunt exposed to me, now.
Chapter Seven
Sloane
I stand and then sit on the desk, biting my lip and leaning forward on my hands, doing my best to seem like an innocent girl, not someone who’s just blown my boss and can’t wait to do it again.
Mr. Declan’s eyes are burning, but he nearly smiles.
Then he takes me by the shoulder and pushes me back onto the desk so I’m lying down. He doesn’t even wait to push my skirt over my hips, up to my waist, stroking my soaking wet panties with his fingertips.
On the phone, people are droning on and on about a font, but my boss is leaning over me, pushing his fingers under my black thong panties, stroking the slick folds of my pussy as I force myself not to moan. Then he tears the thong away, putting it into his pocket, and leans over me to whisper, his hips between my legs as he still strokes my wetness.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
My eyes drift closed, and I sigh with pleasure.
Then he leaves, going to his briefcase on a side table in the corner of his massive office, retrieving a small box. He brings it back, and all I can do is lie on his desk, skirt around my waist, desperate with anticipation.
Someone walks by right outside his door, then stops.
“Where do we keep the staples?” she asks.
“That drawer right there,” answers a voice.
They can’t be more than six feet away from us. All anyone has to do is open the office door, and I’ll be caught. Fired for sure, and I’ll probably never work in advertising again. I’ll always b
e that girl who tried to sleep her way to the top.
I don’t care if I get to the top. I just want — no, need — Mr. Declan to get me off, now.
He opens the box. Inside is a smooth, silver object, oblong, about four inches. I know a fancy vibrator when I see one.
“Jasper,” a man’s voice on the other end of the phone says. “When’s your lunch with the Sonic people?”
He twists a knob on the bottom and it springs to life, almost perfectly silent.
“I’m sending Anna,” he replies, his voice perfectly normal. Anna’s one of the sales reps, I think.
I don’t move, and Mr. Declan puts the whirring vibrator to my pussy, making me bite my lip to keep quiet.
“She’s more suited to that sort of thing, I think.”
“Right, but when’s my lunch with Sonic?” another voice says.
He pushes the vibrator softly inside, getting it slick with my juices, then slides it up to circle my clit. I gasp softly, and he holds one finger to his lips again, smiling wickedly.
“Next Tuesday,” Mr. Declan says. “Don’t worry, Anna can handle those boys just fine.”
I bite my lip even harder, afraid I’m going to scream and he slides it until the cool metal is right on my clit. I’m already beyond aroused, so horny I’m ready to whimper and beg for him.
I come hard. It hits me like a sonic boom, totally beyond my control, and I raise one fist to my mouth to keep myself from screaming. I didn’t mean to come, not yet, but I’ve been so wet and ready that I might have come if he’d just brushed me with his hand.
It wracks through my body, my pussy muscles spasming as I gasp and pant, trying my absolute hardest to not make any noise.
Mr. Declan just watches me hungrily, the vibrator still circling me, making my muscles twitch. The voices on the phone talk on and on, and he answers them occasionally, but I’m beyond paying attention.
He takes the vibrator off me, and I take a deep breath, trying to get myself together. Then I hear him turn it up a notch.
Jesus, that was level one? I think.
