by Dez Burke
I stifled it and shook my head no, waiting for his temperamental wrath. Instead of snapping at me for my posture, he grinned and opened his desk, fumbling in a drawer until he found a roll of the silver duct tape. His smile was wicked and predatory as he set it on the table.
“I think you need a lesson in why good posture is important.” His voice held a heat that I never heard in the office. My panties suddenly moistened with anticipation. “Take your shirt off, Claire.”
I stood slowly and unbuttoned my white dress shirt, placing it on my laptop bag. He picked up the tape and moved to my side of the desk, stroking my shoulder with his fingers as he moved behind me. Goosebumps slid down my arms after his touch, desire flooding through me.
He carefully undid the latch on my skin-tone bra. He gently kissed the spot where my shoulders join my neck, tickling the small hairs peeking out of my bun. I shivered as he slid the straps off and let the bra fall to the floor. One hand reached around and cupped one breast, feeling its weight in his hand. A small shiver shot through me, as he gently felt my breast with his fingers, massaging it and kissing my neck. I moaned quietly, and he chuckled, pulling his hand away.
I heard the tape peel off and rip, and held still while he ran the strip down my spine. I flexed my shoulders forward, feeling the skin pull under the tape. I giggled and peeked over my shoulder at him. I could see an erection forming under his slacks and my body ached to feel it. I wanted to feel him in me, I wanted the pleasure and pain that he could magically bring to my body.
He stepped forward and caught my chin in his hand, guiding me into his mouth. His lips and tongue found mine and I turned and pushed my bare chest into his dress shirt, grabbing his ass with my hands. His erection pushed into my hip, and I ground myself against it, feeling it harden. His hands found the zipper running down the back of my skirt, and he deftly undid it, letting it fall to the ground. I stood barefoot and naked except for my sheer panties. They were already damp and getting wetter, my body ready to take him. I fumbled with his belt and the button on his pants, pulling them down to get at that marvelous piece of man that I knew could make my body sing.
A sharp rap on the door shocked me out of my current desire. Mr. King’s secretary called through the door that she had some more papers for him. He looked at me in nothing but my undies, and I knew I couldn’t get dressed fast enough. I grabbed my shirt, skirt, and bra and ran around to hid under his big wooden desk. It was solid in the front, so as long as she didn’t walk around, she wouldn’t see me naked and hiding. Mr. King was right on my heels, his pants open and an erection making clear exactly what he had been thinking about. I ducked under the desk as he sat down and scooted the chair in, making it appear as though he were simply sitting and working.
It wasn’t as cramped under the desk as I thought it would be, his knees spread apart to give me the most room he could while still covering himself with the desk as well. The desk was tall and I had a surprising amount of head room. I heard the door open and Ms. Aloutte walk in. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she walked the file to the desk.
“Mr. Thayer wanted to make sure that you got these, there are some ideas that he wanted me to mention.” I heard her pull up my chair and sit, apparently not leaving yet. The only thing I could see under the desk was Mr. King’s erection, begging me to touch it. A naughty urge filled me, and I slowly reached out and caressed his bulging member. He jumped a little, but simply made it look as though he was shifting his weight. I kept touching him, and slowly worked his member out of his boxers so that it was free under the desk.
“Also, here is Mr. Cirrus’s work computer. It was the company’s, so he had to leave it. Mr. Thayer said he didn’t find anything useful, but that maybe Ms. Vanders might. Where is she by the way? ” Ms Aloutte chirped along, oblivious to what was going on under the desk. I wish I could have seen his face as I kept running my fingers along his shaft under the table. He responded to her question that I was in the bathroom, his voice struggling to maintain control.
The little imp in me decided to continue, wanting to push the envelope a little more. I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly up his shaft, stopping to circle my tongue around the tip of his penis. A small salty pre-cum leaked out, and I licked at it like ice cream before taking him into my mouth and moving up and down. I could hear Ms. Aloutte’s twittering laughter as she relayed more information to her boss. His legs were tensed and hard as he concentrated on keeping a straight face. I heard a stack of papers hit the desk and her tiny footsteps move towards the door. I kept my tongue swirling against him, tasting his hard-on, as she opened the door. She paused in the doorway.
“Do you need anything else tonight, Mr. King?” She chirped as I sucked on him.
“No, thank you. Have a good evening.” He managed to keep his voice even as he thrust his hips up towards my mouth, urging me on for more. She tweeted a good night as she closed the door behind her. I felt Mr. King relax, and I released him from my mouth. He started to push back from the desk, thinking we were alone again, when the door opened again.
His knee banged against the desk as he pushed himself back under. The door opened and I heard her voice remind him about his appointment in the morning. The door closed again and we both held still, waiting to see if she was going to pop in again. After a breathless moment, he rolled his chair out and reached a hand down to help me stand. I giggled as I uncurled myself from the interior of the desk.
“You think that was funny? You are a bad, bad girl” he growled in my ear as he pushed me up against the desk, leaning me over the glossy dark wood. I could feel him pressing his raging erection, still wet with my spit, against my thin panties. My body ached with a desire that threatened to melt my core. I literally dripped with desire as he pushed me down against the cool surface of the desk, his hand hot against my back.
“Bad girls get punished. Put your arms out on the desk.” His voice was low and quiet and for a moment I was afraid I had actually displeased him. My stomach dropped into my knees as I slowly put my hands flat on the desk, my arms circling my head like a ballerina dance pose. I didn’t dare look up to see his face.
I heard the unmistakable sound of the duct tape ripping, and then he pressed a strip against my wrist, pinning it to the desk. A second strip peeled off and secured my other wrist, taping me to his desk, my ass still hanging off the edge. A third and fourth strip screeched off the duct tape roll. The roll made a soft thud as he threw it on the ground and then carefully lined either side of my back with the last two strips of tape. I knew those were going to hurt when he pulled them off, the sticky tape already pulling at the tiny hairs with every breath I took.
I bit my lip, waiting to see what he was going to do. I was being punished for surprising him, putting him in a potentially embarrassing situation. I loved it; the thrill of surprising him and now the price of him getting even with me was turning me on more than I thought it would.
I heard the slap of his hand before I felt it, my ass suddenly on fire from his hand. I yelped with surprise at his spank, and he quickly followed it with another. My right butt cheek burned with each spank of his hand. His hand flicked my skin in just the right manner to make a loud crack sound that sent a jolt up my body. Each slap lined up perfectly with the last, and I knew there would be a perfect hand print size circle on my ass in the morning.
My skin buzzed with the electricity of him hitting me, punishing me for misbehaving as he spanked me five times in rapid succession. After the fifth zap, he stopped, gently rubbing two fingers across the blossoming red mark. My nerves screamed with sensation, the pain followed by the soft touch were almost unbearable.
Without warning, he ripped one of the outside strips of duct tape off my back. I screamed into the desk, hoping the room was soundproofed, my ass forgotten for the moment. He ran a finger down the red line forming on my back, ran it across the red welt on my ass, and then around the curve of my butt and in between my legs. My legs opened easily to let his h
and slide between them, and he slowly caressed my clit through the lacy panties. I groaned and spread my legs wider, hoping he would do more, but instead he withdrew his hand.
I waited, panting on the desk, not knowing what was going to come next, my breath fogging the reflective gloss. He hooked his finger around my panties, and dragged them off my body. As they passed the growing red mark from the spankings, it made me gasp. He gently kissed the spot, then positioned himself behind me.
I could feel his rod hovering on the edge of my slit, waiting to dive in. I wanted him so badly, it seemed like all I had ever wanted was that cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck my brains out on that desk and give me my sweet release. I felt him push just the tip inside of me, and as he slowly pushed himself into me he ripped off the second outside strip of tape. The pleasure of him filling me combined with the sharp pain of the tape ripping down my back made my body arch and cry out for more.
He began rocking into me, filling me with his massive cock. He grabbed my hips, his thumb on the spanking welt, diving into me. Each thrust filled me with pleasure, my pussy trying to take more and more of him, while his thumb massaged my poor ass. I could feel my body responding to the double stimulus, the pleasure mounting inside of me with a force I had to release. I began to shake with the effort, my hands struggling against the tape as my world crescendoed into a ball of color and sensation. I heard myself cry out with joy as spasms of bliss racked my body.
When I finished shaking, his hand slammed down onto the opposite ass cheek.
“I didn’t say you could come.” He growled, lust heavy in his voice. I rocked my ass in time with his thrusts, feeling him fill me with each plunge. I wanted to take every inch of him I could as deep inside of me as I could. He began to grunt with effort, his thrusts becoming less regular. He swelled inside of me, and then with a groan, let loose inside of me. I could feel his come cover my insides, coating me with his seed.
I whimpered into the table as he kept pushing in and out of me, sliding on his own river. With one final plunge, he then pulled out and cleaned himself up, leaving me exposed and dripping on the desk. I waited patiently for him to release me. Come dripped down my leg, and my ass throbbed as I waited. He took his time, but finally I felt him behind me again.
Without warning a final spank landed on my bruised ass, making me cry out into the room. I heard him chuckle as he pulled the tape off my wrists. I slid to the floor and onto my knees, rubbing my wrists. He reached down a hand, helping to my feet and I stood on shaky legs. He pulled me in close, grabbing my ass and making me squirm as pain shot through it.
“Don’t do that again. At least not without my permission” His voice held a threat, but it was softened by a smile. He let me go and handed me a box of tissues and I cleaned myself up and then redressed, my underwear cold and damp against me.
I sat gingerly back into my chair, a bruise forming that I knew would keep me from sitting properly for days. Mr. King grinned as a wiggled to find a comfortable position, knowing that I would have this reminder to behave myself. I pouted at him and he shrugged, opening his laptop and staring into it. With a sigh, I opened mine and began looking for a solution yet again.
***
Sunlight streamed in through the open windows and woke me. I had fallen asleep on my keyboard, and I could feel a funny red pattern of a space bar and several letters etched onto my face. Mr. King walked into the room with two cups of coffee and a box of doughnuts. The look on my face must have been priceless, as he nearly spilled the coffee giggling at my disheveled hair and keyboard face.
He of course looked perfect, his blonde hair spilling across his forehead with boyish charm. I scowled and grabbed the coffee as I headed to the bathroom to clean up. I heard Ms. Aloutte knock on the door and announce Mr. Thayer. I hurried back out to find Ed Thayer bouncing anxiously in Mr. King’s chair as he pulled up information on his computer. His eyes were too bright and his hair stuck out at odd angles. He was pointing animatedly to the computer screen, his voice cracking and rising an octave as he spoke.
“I found the virus! It was hidden in the back subcode...” Thayer beamed as he showed Mr. King how and where he found the virus. “My team already has a patch made and is administering it to the network. His virus won’t do a damn thing now!”
Mr. King clapped him on the back, a smile growing on his face. The two of them continued to speak in computer code as Thayer showed him the virus. From what I could understand, it was a pretty piece of work that would have caused the entire building’s computers to think they needed a restart, and that they would then be frozen in the reboot, effectively shutting everything down. I sat down and listened to them speak in their foreign computer language as I began sifting through the financial files next to my laptop.
“The best part is that he had to make it so that there was a remote switch to activate the virus. If he tries to activate the virus, then he has to communicate with the computers here to do it. I have a software program that I have been working on, that can help us trace his source when he does this. Unfortunately, it isn’t really finished, so it may not be perfect- especially if he is smart and tries to deflect us through mirrored servers...”
“Wait,” I cut him off as I finally understood part of the conversation not completely in computer-speak. “Would knowing what part of the world he is in help?”
The two of them stared at me for a minute, Thayer’s mouth working but no words coming out. I took that as a yes and displayed a couple of files to them. “Between the accounts that he deposited his paychecks in, the bank that he wants the money deposited, his recent credit card usage, and a couple other things, I have a pretty good idea what part of the world he is hiding in. I actually think he is still in the country, which seems strange to me.”
“The firewall to the company for the files he hid the virus in will only allow United States access... How do you have his credit card information?” Mr. King looked a strange combination of proud and concerned.
“That was easy enough- he never cleared his cookies off his laptop. It is company property, so when I was looking through it, I was able to access his account,” I answered. Mr. King’s face contorted still further into a concerned look. “I just realized that what I did may not be terribly legal, but desperate times right?” I looked back and forth at them as they continued to just stare at me.
“He didn’t clean out his cookies? The financial person thought of a computer answer before the computer people. I knew I liked you!” Mr. Thayer’s face broke out in a grin as Mr. King nodded incredulous at my computer savvy. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued to show them what I found.
“He hasn’t used his card for a couple of days, but based on this information, I would put him in the southeast US. Probably Florida as it will have easy access to the Bahamas to get out of the country quick once the money comes in.”
The two of them beamed at me. Mr. King gave me the special smile that he only gave me when we were alone at his home and I basked in it. I suddenly frowned as a cold thought popped my sunshine bubble.
“So we have stopped the virus and can track it back to where he is, but how is this going to keep him from leaking the source code- if he hasn’t already?” The two of them surprised me with smiles. Mr. King motioned for Thayer to tell me the answer.
“The code he took is from last year- since he didn’t get to keep his work computer he had to use what was on his personal one. The sample he sent us is older code. It looks a lot like the current code, but as I looked at it I recognized it from the stuff Cirrus helped develop. When I was put in charge, we revamped much of the code. Most of the stuff made off of this source code would be stopped or easily patched in with the newer code I wrote.”
He tried to keep the pride out of his voice, but he knew that his innovations were saving the day. “It would still be pretty awful for the press to find out about this though, so we want to stop him before he can do any real damage. It isn’t quite all sunshine and ro
ses- we need him to activate the virus but not the press.” He leaned back into the leather chair, his eyes still bright but some of the energy fading out of him.
“His version of the source code could still do some serious damage, especially in the PR department. We still have some serious work to do. Claire, see if you can’t pinpoint his location further and Thayer, I have a couple of ideas I want to run.” Mr. King’s smile was gone as he leaned back towards the computer, and started us back to work.
***
Wednesday arrived. The three of us had worked non-stop to prepare for the 5pm deadline; I never left the office during those three days. It was now 3pm and everything that could be in place was. I felt a nervous energy pouring through my system, and I couldn’t sit still or concentrate on my other work.
Unfortunately the crisis didn’t stop my other job responsibilities, and I had neglected them for the past couple of days. I filtered through my emails and to do list, trying to find something productive to do that could distract me from the tedium of waiting.
I found a note I had made towards the beginning of my career at King Enterprises. Some of the accounting numbers didn’t look right to me; I had worked with finances and bookkeeping for my entire adult career and as I looked at the books for King Enterprises something in my gut growled. I decided that this was as good a time as any to look for what was bothering me, as I couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything anyway, so I sat down at my desk and began loading the files up on my screen.
“Vanders.” A sharp female voice accosted me. “Why haven’t you emailed me the budget for next quarter? You missed the last two meetings and I need this done now. Good lord- what do we pay you for?” Olivia Robertson glared at me. I sighed and turned to her. She was always angry at me for some reason or another. The first time I had met her she had glared at me through my introduction to the board. I didn’t know what I had done to make her so angry then, and I still had no idea why she seemed to hate me so vehemently.
