by Dez Burke
He brought me to an elevator and up to the 69th floor where he deposited me at a giant desk with a tiny secretary perched inside. She motioned me to sit down and chirped into the intercom that I had arrived. A moment later, Mr. King came out to greet me.
He looked the same as I remembered him. A little wiser around the eyes, but the same intense gaze that made my knees feel like jelly. He still had the gaze of an outlaw. No wonder he was so successful as a business man; he commanded a room. He still had the air of danger clinging to him and I felt my insides heat. He shook my hand warmly and guided me into his office. I stood admiring the oversized mahogany furniture and giant glass window as he balanced himself on the edge of his desk.
“You look great, Claire. I'm glad I saw your name come up. This position has been vacant for a while- I have been looking for someone I can work with, someone who will give me what I want.” His eyes traveled up and down, appraising me. My dress suit seemed cheap in comparison to my surroundings. It was just a black pencil skirt with a matching jacket. I had paired it with a pale blue button up short sleeve dress shirt and shoes with just enough heel to look feminine but be able to walk quickly. I had felt professional this morning, but now I just felt nervous.
“I always was good at giving you what you wanted.” I replied before realizing the sexual implications of the sentence. I started blushing as soon as the words left my mouth, the room suddenly feeling warm. Mr. King just smiled and stood, offering me a chair. I quickly took it, glad for some movement.
He began describing the job and what he expected of me. It was going to be demanding work, but it was in my area of expertise. I would work closely with him on a daily basis and keep him apprised of all necessary financial matters. I could see why he would want someone he could work well with given the amount of time we would be spending together to coordinate his current projects. I shook his hand as he welcomed me aboard, his cool hand seeming to calm my nerves at having such an important job ahead of me.
The next week was filled with classes, some in groups, some as an individual. I had to be brought up to speed on the general workings of the company, the ethics policies, and the various computer programs. I took this training in groups with everyone from temporary employees to independent contractors.
For my individual classes, I worked closely with Mr. Jenkins, the tall wiry man from my initial interview. He told me all the things I would be responsible for keeping track of, who would report to me, what I should tell Mr. King and what I shouldn't waste his time with, and so on. Any time I asked a question that I thought was a pretty good question, he looked at me like he couldn't believe that Mr. King had chosen me for this job. He obviously thought I got this job by sleeping my way to the top, but I knew that I was every bit as qualified for this job as Mr. King thought I was.
The next Monday I was as ready as I was going to be. I met Mr. Jenkins, who gave me a daily summary and told me to memorize the key points by the time we got up to Mr. King's office. I did my best, but I knew I would stumble over some of the key points. When we arrived, Mr. King shook Mr. Jenkins' hand, and gave me a quick smile. Mr. Jenkins left, and we got straight down to business.
I was surprised at how quickly he jumped into the fine details of the company, asking questions that I was supposed to track down the answers to, and nodding at the different explanations for why different departments were having different issues. He read from one of the pieces of paper. “The third quarter revenues were ...When did you start hunching?” He interrupted himself as he walked around the desk. I looked up from my notes confused, but realizing that I was indeed hunching over my pen and paper. I shrugged and sat up straight, but within two minutes he caught me hunched over again.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me, Claire.” I looked at him, startled at his language. I had expected that side of him to be different now that he was a successful business man. The rough biker was still very much a part of him. He just wore Versace now instead of leather.
He angrily opened a desk drawer and fumbled around in it, finally finding a roll of duct tape. My heart skipped as I thought of him taping me to this very chair and having his way with me, like our last night together. I felt a heat surge between my legs. The same thoughts must have gone through his head, because he stopped and held up the tape to explain.
“I can't have my liaison slouching. At all. At any time.” The words left him harshly, as if he were surprised he even had to explain this to her. “I learned this in my earliest days of growing my business, before I was even a millionaire. If you put a line of tape down your back, any time you hunch, the tape will pull on your skin and remind you to keep straight.”
“Sure, I'll give it a shot,” I said.
“Sure? Are we back to being buddies in the diner? This isn't a request.”
I leaned forward, suddenly much less relaxed. “Yes, sir.” I took the tape and tore off a piece before realizing I had no way of putting it on myself. He reached over and took the tape, waiting for me to take off my coat. I hung it on the back of the chair, unsure how to proceed.
“Un-tuck your shirt, and I’ll slide it up your back.” He made it sound like it was the most normal thing in the world. I un-tucked my shirt, as he commanded, and turned my back to him. He pulled my shoulders back into the correct position and then starting sticking the tape up my back. I tried not to squirm as he maneuvered the tape under my bra and up my spine, but I could feel my skin tingling under his touch. His hand brushed my skin and I wanted it to just keep touching me.
He patted the tape firmly onto my back. I could already feel it pulling on the small hairs, keeping me upright. I turned and grinned at him, tucking my shirt back into my skirt. He was so close to me I seriously considered kissing him, wondering if he still tasted the way I remembered. We locked eyes, and for a moment I thought he would this opportunity to kiss me instead. I began to lean in...
A loud beep interrupted us as the secretary outside paged him to let him know his next appointment had arrived. We stood there, shocked out of our moment, the sexual tension still tangible between us. I don't think I imagined any of it, I was sure he wanted me right then. It was like we had stepped back in time to our last night together. He pulled back and scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me.
“If you are interested, be there at 9pm. You will still have a job either way, so only come if you want to relive old times,” he said, very matter-of-factly. My blood was still pounding into my ears as he strode towards the door and out to the main desk to greet his next appointment. I hastily gathered my things and made what I hoped could pass for an organized departure.
I played with the piece of paper for the rest of the day. I wondered what I was getting myself into, but the memory of that moment when we locked eyes was still lingering within me. My body craved to be satisfied by him again. I stayed late setting my desk up and getting my space organized for work. At 8:30pm I finally decided to go.
***
I showed up to his mansion at 9pm sharp. It reminded me of an old castle from a Dracula movie. Massive wrought iron gates guarded his home. I buzzed the intercom to gain access. The noise of the buzz startled me with its volume, but the gates unlocked and swung open silently and I made my way up the drive. A lone motorcycle sat out in front of the main entrance. I parked near the front door, the yard quiet. Sweat was forming on my back, I could feel it condensing on the duct tape running down my spine. Deep breath and a knock that I hoped sounded confident.
Mr. King opened the door and ushered me into a lavish interior. I marveled in awe at the crystal chandeliers, the heavy wooden furniture, the expensive artwork hanging on the walls. There was classical music playing softly somewhere in the house, but other than that the building was quiet. I didn't see a single servant or housekeeper. He maintained his silence as he guided me up the main stairs and to a small room at the end of one of the halls.
There was nothing in it but a single plastic folding chair in the
center of the room with a heavy wooden box behind the chair’s right shoulder, and a couple more wooden trunks in the corner. The room was dark except for the light in the entryway leaking onto the chair. It gave the room a grayed out appearance with the black of the chair looking ominous. I looked around curiously, tilting my head to look into the small room without leaving the light of the entryway. His jacket was tossed carelessly by the door but he still had his tie on.
“This room reminds me of my apartment when I first started out after coming to the city for the business. Please take off your shoes and jacket.” He spoke quietly and deliberately. I slipped off my shoes and folded my business suit jacket neatly on top of them. I stared at the chair, thinking of the amazing things we had done with a similar chair years ago.
“Sit down” he commanded. I instantly moved and sat on the plastic folding chair. He walked around me slowly, appraising what he saw. He loosened his tie, pulling it over his head instead of untying it. It dropped to the floor as he walked, and he stepped on it as he undid his shirt cuffs and collar. I perched on the edge of the chair, my knees pushed together to keep from knocking and my feet pointed up on my toes. I was concentrating on maintaining my posture, the tape pulling at the small hairs on my back, the sweat loosening the edges of the tape. I hoped he wouldn’t notice the sweat.
He pulled out two clothespins from his pocket as he walked in front of me, then set them on the box behind me. They were the cheap kind that my mother used when she dried sheets outside when I was a kid; I wondered what he was going to do with them. He rummaged in one of the boxes in the corner, bringing out some twine, scissors, and what looked like an egg, and he set them down behind me with the clothes pins. I kept looking obediently straight ahead.
“Put your hands behind you, Claire,” he asked, politely but with a tone that made it clear that it was an order. My hands flew back, hooking my elbows around the cheap plastic chair back. I felt a rough twine wrap my wrists and tie them to the bars of the chair as he knelt behind me. I tested the knots, finding that he had left the twine loose enough to rub against my skin but that I couldn’t break free. He leaned in and kissed my neck where the collar to my shirt ended. He stood and caressed the nape of my neck, tickling the small hairs that escaped my ponytail. A shiver ran through me, and he chuckled before grabbing my ponytail and forcing my head back.
I gasped, part with pain and part with pleasure. “You like that? Good.” He kissed my forehead gently and let my hair go. My heart was fluttering in my chest with excitement and a little apprehension. I rubbed my thighs together as I felt invisible strings of lust tightening through my body.
He stood in front of me, the light from the entry silhouetting his figure and shadowing his face from me. He reached out and undid the top button of my shirt, then ripped the remaining buttons open. My breasts heaved in their white bra, exposed as he tucked the two sides of my shirt over my shoulders and ran his hands down my arms. Goosebumps jumped up as he touched my skin, eliciting another deep chuckle.
He knelt down, and tied each ankle to the chair with the rough twine. Again, it was just loose enough for it to rub, but not to escape. His hand glided up my calf, around the inner side of my knee and up my inner thigh. He reached up and grabbed the scissors, and in a series of quick cuts made the demure slit in my skirt reach up my thigh.
I tried not to think of how much I liked this skirt, or how much it would cost to get a new one. I didn’t have much time to contemplate as he flipped my skirt open so I was exposed before him. I was really glad I wore the nice underwear today. He rubbed his finger along the edge of the fabric, right where my left leg joined my body. Anticipation was flooding my veins as he slowly slid a finger across the fabric to the spot right above my clit. He stroked it gently, and I couldn’t help but moan a little, feeling my panties dampen. He smiled and traced his finger down to the wet spot.
“You will not come until I tell you to.” He spoke quietly as he looked deep into my eyes. Again, a polite command. I nodded feverishly, wanting only to please him. He moved smoothly and grabbed something from the box behind me. A soft buzzing noise came from the egg-shaped device in his hand as it vibrated. He put it on my inner thigh, moving the vibrations up my leg and towards my eager sex. He slid it under my panties, right on top of my clit, and left it there.
I felt like my world was pulsing with pleasure as the vibrator shook my poor little clit into a frenzy. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to come, but I was determined to please him, to wait until he gave me permission. I bit my lower lip, trying to think of other things as he smiled and stood up. He walked around me again, observing, smiling at my pleasurable discomfort. He put his hands on the back of the chair, and put his lips against my ear.
“Your posture is improving, Claire.” His breath caressed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine again. I was so proud I was doing what he wanted. He pulled back my collar and touched the duct tape running down my spine. Without warning he ripped it off, the tape pulling all the small hairs down to the middle of my shoulder blades, where my bra stopped him from pulling further.
I yelped with surprise. My skin tingled with pain as the hair roots screamed. I almost came. The pain was the perfect accompaniment to the pleasure in my nether regions- an added sensation to the growing bubble inside me. He brushed his fingers against the reddened skin, the soft touch zinging my nerves. I bit down hard on my lip to keep my orgasm in check, the vibrator merciless against me. He chuckled behind me as I heard wood scrape against the box.
Again he knelt in front of me. My lip hurt from biting it so hard, but I didn’t dare release it. The shadows highlighted a predatory grin as he reached around my torso and skillfully undid the clasp of my bra with one hand. “A trick I learned,” he murmured as he pulled his hand out. With the clasp undone, he pulled the bra down, sliding the straps down to my elbows and releasing my tits.
He reached out and touched the soft curve of one of them, following the underside and up the cleavage. My breath was ragged and harsh, every muscle in my body taught and waiting for him to tell me I could have release. Every fiber in my body screamed with need. He showed me one of the clothes pins, opening and closing it.
“When I put this on your nipple, you are allowed to come once. Only once until I say so. Do you understand?” His voice was like velvet in the gray of the room. I nodded vehemently, eager to please. He slowly pinched the ends together, the tip opening like a hungry mouth, and he grazed the open mouth up the outside of my breast. I held my breath waiting for him to place it as he slowly circled it around my areola. I was losing control of myself as he slowly moved the clothespin, perspiration beading on my brow.
He slowly positioned the hungry maw over my erect nipple. It snapped shut and my bubble of need popped. I screamed in delight as my nipple radiated electric pain through my body triggering an overwhelming orgasm. My insides quivered with bliss as my pussy clenched and vibrated. When I opened my eyes, I could see Mr. King sitting in front of me obviously enjoying the sight. I could feel another tidal wave of pleasure threatening my shores and I bit my lip again. He eyes glowed with lust as he played with the second clothes pin. I watched him with eagerness and a little apprehension as he squeezed and relaxed it in his fingers.
“Remember, you can’t cum this time.” He whispered playfully at me. The wood clenched onto my nipple. I whimpered, the pain shooting and mixing with the pleasure from the vibrator. “Good girl,” he praised me. I practically beamed, my back arching to display my new accessories to him. I could feel the bottom half of the duct tape pull on skin reminding me to keep straight. He dragged a finger across my breast, flicking the clothes pin when he came across it sending a sting through my core. He stood slowly and I could see the erection bulging in his pants.
He undid the leather belt at his waist, undoing the button, then lowering the zipper. He reached in and brought out his erect cock. The light from the entryway reflected off the smooth head, a drop of pre-cum oozing out
. I licked my lips with anticipation as he moved forward and straddled my legs. His manhood was an inch away staring up at me as he brought the tip to my lips. I opened my mouth and he dragged the tip across my cheek to my outstretched tongue. A little shudder of pleasure floated through him as I flicked my tongue across the tip, tasting a sweet saltiness.
“You may cum again when I cum. Keep your posture” He guided himself deeper into my mouth. I started sucking, moving my tongue to please him, eager to cum myself. He groaned and grabbed my hair, using both hands to guide his cock in and out of my mouth. I fought my gag reflex as he pushed deep into my throat again and again. His rhythm increased as he began fucking my mouth. The tape on my back resisted my motions, giving tiny twinges as it slowly gave way as I leaned forward.
My whimpers only spurred him on, his cock massive in my mouth. I tried to cry out, but he made no room in my mouth for anything but him. I could feel him swell even more in my mouth, my body protesting the wait to release the tension in me. He forced himself deep into my throat, my hair tangled in his fingers. He thrusted again and again, until he finally released his semen into my mouth.
I nearly gagged as it hit the back of my throat, but upon tasting the salty slippery liquid my body seized. My body rocked with bliss, finally releasing the orgasm that I had been saving for these long minutes. The feeling was intense, but I knew I had to keep working to please Mr. King. I kept sucking and swallowing every ounce out of him. He kept fucking my mouth as I milked the rest of his seed from him. It wasn’t long before he grew soft and pulled out, leaving a line of white down my chin.
He reached out and wiped my chin with his thumb. His hand caressed my neck and down to cup my breast. He undid one pin, relief flooding my body to the point of pain. He rubbed his thumb across my abused nipple. I squeaked as he slowly rubbed it, sensation threatening to overwhelm me. He reached down and removed the vibrator. My clit ached from the prolonged exposure to the vibrations. I barely felt his fingers run across my underwear as he soothingly touched me.
