Office Perks

by S. L. Siwik

  “Mr. Townsend,” I gasp.

  He glances up with exhausted eyes. “Miss Wright.” He sighs out my name.

  “Why didn’t you call?” I ask.

  “I just arrived home four hours ago. I didn’t want to wake you up,” he replies.

  “It’s good to have you home.”

  “Yes,” he murmurs, “This is where I belong.”

  I smile before sitting down at my desk. I glance up and find a small vase holding a red rose and smile. He still found time to buy me a flower. My smile fades quickly, though, as I realize that we’re so close, yet so far away…again.

  We power through the day and lunch barely speaking to each other. Without him here for the two week, I am so caught up on work that I’m actually ahead. But, because he wasn’t here, he is now weeks behind. I gaze into his office longingly, wanting to feel connected to him again. Two weeks felt like an eternity without his touch. Should I leave him be, or let him know just how much I need him? Worst case scenario, he says no. Right now, that’s not enough to stop me.

  I unbutton the top three buttons of my dress shirt. Knowing that he doesn’t have an appointment for two more hours, I walk into his office. Glancing up from his computer, he questions me with his eyes. Smiling, I slide across his desk, placing my heels down on the sides of his chair armrest, giving him a peek of my panties. Blaze stops typing, glancing up at me with a gaze so heated, my insides clench in excitement.

  My fingers run down his red silk tie. “I’ve really missed you,” I say, my voice full of longing. His hands glide up my thighs tenderly caressing me before he grabs at my skin, unable to hide his sexual frustration. I pout. “I had no one to tell me what to do all week.” Yanking on his tie, I pull him closer to me as I whisper in his ear, “And you know a woman like me shouldn’t be left unsupervised.”

  His brow lifts at my statement as a smile graces his lips. “Do you need to be put back in your place, Miss Wright?”

  Biting my lower lip, I nod. “Yes, sir.”

  Blaze stands up, his bulging erection near my mouth. Unable to resist myself, I trail my hand over his hardness. He undoes his belt, sliding it off his pants and takes each wrist, holding them together above my head.

  “When I’m done with you, you’ll remember who’s boss around here.” His deep voice caresses my ear like velvet.

  A violent shiver rips through my body. Yes, Blaze, take me. I miss your touch so much.

  He wraps his belt around my wrists, securing it tightly. “Green light?” he asks, his hand trailing down my raised arm.

  Releasing a shaky breath, I reply, “Green fucking light, Blaze.”

  He chuckles, stroking hair out of my face. “You really have missed me.”

  “You have no idea. I missed you every single second since you left.”

  I wait for what he will do next while I remain helpless and bound on his desk.

  Blaze yanks the open lapels of my shirt back, exposing my breasts. I gasp at his forcefulness while deft fingers move down the clasped buttons, undoing them in seconds flat. “You have haunted my sleep for two weeks straight, Victoria. I have had no peace since I left. Not. One. Second. Of. Peace.”

  My heart hammers in my chest as my body aches for more of his touch.

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “You’re going to be sorry, that’s for sure.” His teeth scrape along my shoulder before he yanks my hair back hard. My body bows to his force as I gasp loudly. “No more talking unless it’s green, yellow, or red,” he instructs.

  Whimpering in excitement, I nod my head as his teeth nip my ear lobe. I’ve played this game so many times that I know it well. Many of my past clients were into BDSM. I’ve been the submissive and the dominant. But, I have no problems at all relinquishing all power to this man.

  Blaze squeezes both my breasts hard before massaging them. He picks me up by my waist, and turns me around. Sitting down in his chair, he pulls me down with him. Gently, he places my restrained arms around his head. I can’t see him, making it all the more exciting. It’s also frustrating, too, because I want to look into his eyes, to see his heated gaze. Peering out into the office, the front door is in sight. If anyone walks in, they will see me exposed- naked and pliant on his lap. I hear his ragged breath in my ear and I feel so close to him after too long of his absence while nestled against his hard chest. Blaze hooks his fingers underneath my bra straps and yanks them down off my shoulders.

  “Mmm. I see you dressed for me,” he says, glancing down at my sheer lace bra with burgundy embroidery. I nod, whimpering as he fondles my breast. His hand slides underneath my bra cup, curving around my swell as he cups my breast before pulling it out. Tweaking my nipple, he twirls it around in his fingertips. And just as my nipple pebbles under his touch, he lets go, and my body cries out for his touch. He grabs my breast tightly, as his other hand slaps my nipple hard, and then strokes it in a caressing manner. I gasp in shock, but he pauses…

  “Green,” I wail out, as my panties dampen in excitement.

  He slaps my nipple again, harder this time, before stroking it. All I can do is glance down, watching helplessly. My breasts ache from the swelling he’s causing. The feeling is overwhelming, the pain followed instantaneously by the soothing pleasure. The leather belt is tight against my wrist, but it doesn’t hurt, only reminds me of how constricted I am. How completely and totally I am at his mercy. He smacks my nipple again before soothing. Both of his hands leisurely travel down my body, and my muscles quiver in excitement everywhere that he touches as I wait to see what he does next. He yanks my skirt up to my hips.

  “Very nice,” he murmurs at the matching thong, thigh highs, and garter strap. His fingers run along the lace at the top of my stockings towards my inner thighs and I sigh at how gentle his touch his. Without warning, he yanks my legs apart wide, so I’m spread out on his lap.

  “You will stay like this, because all of this is mine. Do you understand?” he says in my ear while his hand strokes me over my panties.

  I am so aroused that I can barely speak. “Yes, sir.”

  “Say it.” He strokes me more aggressively now. “Tell me that you’re mine.”

  I whimper. Trying to speak, I stammer out, “I’m yours, Blaze. All of me.”

  “Good girl,” he murmurs as he bends my arms, slipping them off his neck. Bending my upper body over the side of the chair, he sucks my nipple. I feel the pull in my arms and ache in my back from being bowed in this awkward position, but I love it. I relish the ache in my muscles. I love how I’m laid out like a feast before him to devour. His neck is right by my mouth. I can’t stop myself as I lean in nipping his skin, wanting a kiss. His tongue stops laving my sensitive flesh, and he slaps me hard across my nipple. I cry out as my clit throbs.

  “Did I tell you to touch me?”

  “Sorry, sir,” I breathe out in frustration.

  “For that, you’ll be punished.”

  I glance up, watching him in frustration, taking off his neck tie. My body shivers in excitement as he slides it over my eyes, the soft silk kissing my skin. He tightens the excess so that it is tight over my eyes.

  “Keep misbehaving and I’ll keep you laid out on my desk all day while I work. You can listen to my fingers typing on the keyboard as you ache for my touch. Believe it.”

  I want to have this man’s children the second those words roll off his tongue.

  Left in suspense, I wait for what will come next. Blaze has me, his hard cock now pressed against my ass. His hand gently wraps around my neck and holds me still, while he waits patiently…

  “Yellow,” I say, though not feeling frightened, “No tighter, please.” I’m not scared or turned off by what he’s doing, but I have been choked to the point of passing out. It is a horrifying feeling.

  His other hand runs up my spine underneath my shirt, his touch so loving and intimate against my naked skin. Blaze then releases my throat and yanks my hair back.

  His finger slips beneath my panties
as his tongue twirls around my nipple. As his digit dips inside me, he smiles. “Someone enjoys the boss being back.”

  I shake with need, desire, yearning…he’s going to torture me to death with waiting as my thighs slicken with my desire. His fingers pull my panties to the side, exposing my swollen lips.

  “So beautiful,” he rasps out, his voice full of emotion before his fingertips slide across my lips. “Keep your legs spread apart or I’ll stop,” he warns, and I spread my legs wider.

  His fingers glide between my sex before they widen, spreading me apart, exposing my clit to him. They swirl round in a circular motion, slow, almost lazily.

  “I’ve been denied you for a long time, Miss Wright. So, you’ll accept me taking my time.” His words are husky, full of emotion.

  “Yes, sir. Whatever you desire.”

  I never want this love affair to end.

  His fingers slip inside me as I fight back a loud groan. I know if I make a sound, I’ll be punished with his hands off of me. Fingers slip inside me, and he knows my body so well by now, he instantly brushes against the places inside me that make me wild with need. I can feel his hardened erection against my body, hear his labored breaths. I know he wants to be inside me just as much as I want him to. But, he wants to give me this first. He always wants to give me.

  My hips start grinding against his fingers inside me, forcing him to move faster. His other hand holds my hip down forcefully. I try not to protest.

  “Control yourself… or I’ll stop.”

  I bite my lower lip to keep from shouting as the phone rings. I’m not exactly in a position to answer it now. Blaze picks me up and lays me over the desk; my belly and breasts lay flush against the unyielding mahogany wood.

  With my eyes still covered, I hear, “Townsend Realty Company. Mr. Townsend speaking. How may I help you?”

  Hearing him answer his own phone, because me, the secretary, is bound ass up over his desk arouses me to the point of nearly coming.

  “Hello, Roger. What can I do for you? That’s because Victoria is busy running an errand for me right now. Your appointment?” Blaze glances down at me. With my hands still bound, I hold up four fingers. “Your appointment is at four o’clock. Well, I’m sorry, but it can’t be any earlier. That’s the time of your appointment. No, it cannot be moved. If you need to cancel, let me know. Oh, you are? We’ll see about that.”

  Blaze slammed the phone down.

  “Roger Flemmings thinks that appointments do not pertain to him. He wishes to come now. Do not let him in a minute before four o’clock, Victoria.” I hear the sound of a door locking. “Nod if you understand.” I nod.

  I listen to the sound of his shoes walking across the marble floor back toward me. “Now where was I?” His hands massage my ass before giving my right cheek a smack. “Oh, yes,” his fingers trail down my lips before rubbing against my clit. “I was just appreciating this beautiful sight.”

  He sits down in his chair I guess because of the sound it makes from his weight. “Turn over and spread your legs.”

  I do as he asks and lay down on the desk with my legs spread eagle. He slides my panties out of the way before his tongue licks up my sex in a slow, sure stroke. I can’t hold back my whimper that time. He suckles my clit to the point of crying out before his tongue trails down. Tears are running down my eyes onto the silk of his tie from how incredible this feels. He has wound me back up to the same place I was before- pre-phone call- in a matter of seconds, and now my hips are bucking off the desk towards his mouth.

  “Victoria,” he growls.

  It takes all of my strength and will to relax my body as he licks me into frenzy. His finger slips inside me and is soon joined by a second. I’m already spiraling out of control. I’m so close, so damn close…

  His fingers and lips are gone, and I try to look up to see what is happening, only to remember that I’m blindfolded.

  “Turn around,” he replies.

  On shaky legs, I flip my body over so that my ass is exposed in the air. I hear the sound of his pants unzipping. Every single cell in my body is crying out for joy. When I hear the sound of the condom wrapper ripping, I’m panting, because I know…I know what’s coming. When he’s this angry, it only means one thing…I’m about to receive the fucking of a life time.

  I can feel Blaze’s thighs brush against the back of mine as he spreads my ass cheeks apart wide before slamming himself inside me. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming out.

  “Roger will be banging on that door shortly. You will not scream out, and you will take me pounding your pussy like a good little girl. At four o’clock, you can let him in. He needs to be reminded that my brother and I own this city, so a lesson in humility is in order. Nod if you understand.”

  I nod my head.

  “That’s a good girl,” he strokes my ass cheek before slapping it. The harsh feeling along with his dick filling me is indescribable, almost like a vibrating dildo inside me. It’s delicious.

  Blaze thrusts inside me slowly at first…until there’s a pounding at the door.

  “Mr. Townsend, open the fuckin’ door!” Roger’s shouts are followed by more pounding.

  Blaze’s body tenses as he slams himself inside me at full force. He’s going to ripe me apart for sure. I hope he does, because I know Blaze will put me back together better than I ever was before.

  Roger keeps pounding on the door, and Blaze is pounding into me at the same rhythm. Only this man, this powerful man could get away with doing this. With my bound hands, I grasp the ledge of the desk as I unravel, squeezing his cock as my orgasm rips through me.

  “Mmm. That’s a good girl,” he whispers in my ear before he rocks back into me with the full force of his muscular hips.

  He slams into me again and again, and Rodger has become frantic outside. His pounding has increased, followed with cursing, and now the phone is ringing off the hook. But, Blaze blocks it all out and makes love to me as his hands roam down my ribcage.

  “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. I should have closed the business and took you with me,” he whispers in my ear, rocking back and forth the slightest amount, so that he stays buried deep inside me. He swivels his hips in a circle and I’m clawing at his desk like an animal.

  “You’re close. I can tell. Together this time.” He slams back inside me, following with a few short thrusts. One more powerful thrust and we unravel together in this moment of sheer bliss surrounded by the phone ringing off the hook, cursing outside, and loud banging. None of it ruins the perfection of this moment. He leans over on my body, resting all of his weight on me. The edge of the desk is digging into my lower body, but I don’t care. I want all of his weight on top of me, surrounding me, covering me. All I can smell is Blaze’s cologne, and all I can hear is our ragged breathing.

  After some time, he lifts himself off me and I don’t know what he’s doing until he finally lifts me off the desk. He first removes his tie from my eyes and slides it back around his neck. Then he unbinds my hands and loops his belt back through his pants before buckling it. You can’t tell at all that he’s just had wild sex. He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.

  “You have ten minutes to put yourself back together before it’s time to let him in.”

  I slide my skirt back down my thighs. “Yes, sir.”

  As I walk back to my desk on wobbly legs, I realize that the smell of sex is heavy in the air. I turn to ask him what I should do about it, but he already seems to know what I’m about to ask.

  “Leave it,” he says. “It’ll make me smile the rest of the day.”

  I smile. “Yes, sir.”

  To say that Roger is pissed when he’s let into the office by Victoria is an understatement. After he shouts for a few minutes, I rip him a new asshole. Then I kick him out of the office and tell him that he’s done with ever doing business with my brother or me again. He stares at me, dazed that I say such a thing. I don’t give a damn; I certainly don’t need h
is money. As he walks out of the office with his tail tucked between his legs, Victoria blinks owlishly before regaining her composure.

  When the day is over, I leave with Victoria and give her a ride home. She’s tucked into my chest as I hold her tightly. My body is calling for her, wants more of her, but I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept in twenty hours. I haven’t slept well in two weeks. I certainly don’t have enough left in me for the kind of fucking that beautiful body of her so rightly deserves.

  When we pull up to her apartment, she kisses me on my lips. “Tomorrow we have to do my review,” she reminds me.