Hard Night At Work

"Some people!!! Grrr..." I growled, slamming the phone down, causing a coworker or two to look at me with fear and worry. It was my hundredth call of the morning, and it wasn't pleasant. No, not at all. Computer users can be such IDIOTS sometimes, I mused to myself. I was struggling with a network project, but kept getting sidetracked by the phone constantly ringing on my desk.

This last call didn't make things any better. A user was having problems sending out a particular email. I went through the gamut of questions. "When did you start having this problem?" "Is it a work related email?" Blah, blah, blah. After ten minutes of the Q and A, I succeeded only at receiving a pounding headache from the idiocy that invaded my earspace. I patiently informed the customer that it was company policy to not send personal mail out through our email system. According to the bitch, it was "unacceptable" that she could not email her son who was away at college.

Ten more minutes, and she became increasingly irate. Did I say the headache was pounding? At this point, it felt like a thousand tiny gnomes where making steady progress of wearing away the inside of my skull with pick axes and jackhammers. I wanted off the phone. NEEDED to hang up before I exploded. It was also against company policy to dish out the sort of abuse we receive on the help desk, I rolled my eyes.

Speaking of the company, it was unnecessary for any of us on the help desk to work over time since we had on-call staff for any after hours emergency. But this time it looked like I was going to be pulling over time. It was mandatory that I had my project completed by the next morning. It was already three o'clock, and I was barely halfway through it. Picking up the phone, I heaved a heavy sigh as I dialed your office number.

"Hey, baby, it's me. Eh, it's fine. No one's found themselves on the business end of my scissors yet, so I guess it's okay. How's your day?" I listened while you recounted the small pieces of excitement that happened around you, smiling to myself. I loved listening to you talk. I started to squirm in my chair as the temperature in the office seemed to rise. You always seem to have that effect on me.

"Sweetie, listen, about tonight. Yeah, I'm going to have to take a rain check. It's this damned project. So, I don't know what time I'm going to be home tonight. Uh huh. Yeah. Okay. Aaaawwwww... Miss you too, baby. I'll give you a call later on. Hopefully I can get this mess finished up pretty quickly and without distractions." I blew a kiss to you over the phone and said my byes before hanging up.

The next two hours went by faster than I thought they would. Before I knew it, coworkers passed by my desk, wishing me a good night. Looking up from my project, I smiled and waved to each one leaving, then turned back to my task at hand. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the last coworker left the office, turning off the majority of lights. That left me in my own little oasis of lights at the back of the office. Picking the bottle of Advil up, I dumped two out onto my palm, slamming them back with a shot of coffee. That should take care of the headache.

I rested my head in my hands, elbows on my desk, willing the headache to go away. After five minutes, it seemed the pain was going to break. The pressure started easing up finally. Looking around my desk, I started getting back to work on that stupid project.

It became clear that I might get done with this job early enough tonight afterall. It had been almost a week since I last saw you, and I was just dying for your touch, your smile. With that thought in mind, I started rolling along with the task at hand. Before I knew it, two and a half hours had gone by.

Looking at my progress, I smiled to myself. I was more than eighty percent done. The rest was smooth sailing. I stood up to stretch, lifting my arms high overhead while arching my back. Kicking my shoes off, I sat back down and started back in on my work. I was soon startled by the phone ringing. In that quiet office, my lone phone sounded like a damned fire alarm.

Picking up the receiver, I gave my usual greeting through force of habit. A smile spread itself across my face when I heard your voice on the other end. "I bet my Princess is getting hungry right now, isn't she?" you tease.

Following along with the script, I put on my best pout and said, "I sure as hell am. Now if only I knew of a Prince who would be so kind as to bring me Chinese, I'd be a very happy girl." We continue to chat, and it started to register that your voice sounded a little odd to me. But I pushed it out of my mind and started rambling on, happy knowing you were on the other end of the phone line.

A picnic basket filled with steamy Chinese goodness suddenly materialized on my desk, causing me to squeal with surprise. Your wicked chuckles sent delicious shivers down my spine. Kissing me on top of my head, you grabbed another chair and sat on the other side of my desk. Judging from the looks I was throwing at you, that was a wise decision.

Still smiling wickedly, you looked as though you were proud of yourself for giving me such a start. Pulling out the food, you chuckled, saying, "I'm sorry, darlin. I was in the mood to surprise you. I tell you, it wasn't easy coming up in that damned elevator while still on the phone. Thankfully you really LIKE to hear yourself talk."

At that last statement, my jaw dropped. "Hmmph!" was my only verbal response as I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away from my desk. You so loved it when I played the brat role. It always gave you a damned good excuse to spank me, which both of us happened to like immensely.

The scent of roast pork wafted up to my nose, and my stomach started to growl. Before I could contain myself, I was already tearing into the sweet and sour pork, mumbling a belated thank you. We ate our meal in silence, stealing little glances at each other every once in a while.

A half hour later, we were tossing the remains of dinner in the trash. Both completely full for the moment. "Now, if you don't mind, I have just a little bit left to go, then we can be out of here in about forty five minutes, hour tops," I said as I watched you wander around the other desks.

You smile innocently at me and say, "Sure, babe. You won't even know I'm here." Then you wander off to the darker reaches of the office.

"Heh. That's what I'm afraid of," I mumble to myself, then turn to concentrate on the work at hand. Another half an hour and two more Advil later I was finished. I jumped up from my chair, squealing in abashed triumph, shouting to you that I was done. My triumph was short-lived however. When no answer came back to me from the empty office, I assumed you had gone ahead home. Sulking, I put all my paperwork away and cleaned off my desk.

A pen rolled away off my desk, and I bent to pick it up. A split second later, I felt a stinging slap on my ass. I jumped up, shrieking and turning quickly on my heels. You stood there, giving me your usual cocky grin, arms folded over your chest. "That's for being such a brat earlier." I pouted, rubbing my ass as you slowly moved closer.

I noticed something dangling from your left hand and looked closer. Phone chords. You dropped them into a chair and grabbed my wrist, planting a hard kiss square on my lips. Before I had a chance to respond, you ripped open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. The cool air on my almost naked breasts sent shivers down my spine.

Growling in my ear, your fingers slide down the zipper of my skirt, letting it fall to the floor as you pushed me backwards against my desk. My bared ass touched the hard, cold metal, making me jump. In a heartbeat, you had my bra draped over my coworker's desk. In another, you turned me and bent me over my desk.

Breathing hard, I fought off the rising swell of panic. I knew what you were going to do, but that didn't disturb me. You've tied me up before, and I fully trusted you. It was the WHERE that had my mind reeling. It was always one of your fantasies, and now that you had the opportunity, you weren't going to let it slip past you.

You slapped me on the ass, telling me to spread my arms above my head. I tried to protest and get up, but was punished (rewarded?) with your hand in the middle of my back and a sharp slap to the ass again. Quickly, I obeyed, spreading my arms across the desk. Giving me a warning slap, you told me to stay just like that.

You tied one end of the phone chord somewhat loosely around one of my wrists. Crouching down, you wrapped the chord around first one leg of the desk, then the other. You finished up by tying the other end around my other wrist. Although it was loose enough so as not to cut off too much of my circulation, the phone chord was just tight enough to keep me from escaping. Damn you and your Boy Scout training.

Walking around the desk, you lightly trailed your fingertips down my arm and shoulder. You stopped to play with my neck, which was one of my biggest weaknesses. I tried to shrink away from your fingers and received another slap for my efforts. "My pretty little Princess is definitely earning her punishment tonight, isn't she?" you chuckled.

Your fingers slowly snaked down my spine, causing me to moan softly. Then I felt then tracing light circles on my hips and ass. I whimpered, biting my lower lip. Your fingers slipped lower, teasing my pussy lips. I gasped, trying to move, only my legs had any freedom. "Mmmmm. Someone's being a naughty girl, isn't she?" you teased, coating my lips and mound with my wetness.

You pushed your knee between mine, telling me to spread my feet wider apart. I obeyed, spreading my legs wide enough that my ankles were even with the desk legs. You squatted down, lightly kissing the backs of my thighs as you secured my ankles to the desk. Unlike my wrist restraint, the chord binding my ankles was a lot looser. You only used it to make sure I couldn't close my legs.

I jumped as I felt your teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. "You know, you are so much prettier when you're in this condition. Totally open to me and at my mercy," you cooed as your fingers teased my increasingly heated skin. "Before I'm done, I'm going to have you begging me to fuck you on your desk."

You stood up and admired your handiwork. I was as good as stuck in the position I was in. Testing my wrists again, I cursed the Boy Scouts one more time for good measure. You slapped me again, but this time it wasn't on the ass. The sting went through my pussy lips and straight up my spine to explode in the base of my skull. My eyes went watery wide as my back arched in my silent scream.

But we've been through this many times before. You knew exactly the things that would drive me wild. The only thing that was different was this time you wanted me to beg. You knew it wasn't in me to stoop that low. I was, afterall, a Princess. Your Princess. If I so much as batted an eye at you, you knew you couldn't say no.

But things had changed tonight. You now were the one with total dominance. And part of your fantasy was that I had begged for you. You were just as determined to get that out of me as you were to please me. With this in mind, you pulled up a chair and positioned yourself behind me. Your hands rested on my hips as you just watched me squirm on the desk.

You slapped my ass hard. But this time you could swear I had gotten wetter. Your fingers caressed my lips, slipping just the tiniest bit past them into my pussy. I was definitely much wetter than you thought I would be. I whimpered, my hips moving to feel your fingers press deeper. You pulled back, and I bit back a frustrated cry.

Chuckling to yourself, you leaned forward, lightly pressing your tongue to my clit. My back arched as I threw back my head, crying out. You marveled at the ease with which it took to get me that close to the edge. You figured it had to do with being tied up to my desk, and you weren't half wrong.

If this were the desk at home, it just would have been all part of the game we liked to play so often. But this was different. This was on my desk AT WORK. This was taboo. This could actually get me fired if we were caught. And that was the point. The exhibitionist in me LOVED it. She practically begged herself for someone to catch her. It was this part of me you exploited now, sitting back in the chair, just looking at me.

Knowing you were back there didn't help me any. I started out determined not to beg. But I started to feel the beginnings of the hairline cracks in my resolve. Knowing you were just looking at me, watching me and forcing your hands to stay at your sides was enough to turn those cracks into crevices. From crevices to chasms.

Within minutes, my resolved totally deteriorated. Grinding my teeth, I took a deep breath and ground out, "For the love of GOD!!! Fuck me now dammit!! Please?!?!" For a minute or so, I didn't hear anything at all. I craned my neck trying see if I could get a glimpse of you behind me. But that was no good. I was stuck in this position and there was no getting out of it. I could feel you behind me, and it was driving me insane.

Then I felt your fingertips gently explore my ass cheeks and the backs of my thighs. I felt your breath as your lips came close to my pussy. Pressing my forehead to the cool desktop, tears started puddling beneath my face. If I wanted to know what insanity felt like, I found out tonight.

Grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading me wide, you flicked your tongue over my clit. Immediately, my back arched, straining the phone chord as I threw my head back and screamed. The orgasm slammed into me like an angry tidal wave that refused to quit its fury. Your tongue tasted my sweet juices that overflowed, lapping up every drop.

It seemed like an eternity before my body began to relax and come back down to earth. My breathing slowed as I collapsed onto the desk. But there was an aching emptiness that orgasm didn't fill. I smiled as I listened to the zipper of your pants being pulled down. The soft rustling of clothes.

Your hands on my hips brought me back out of my daydream. Your cock pushed insistently against my pussy lips. You slapped my ass sharply. I bucked against you, your cockhead slipping inside me. I purred, loving the feel of you starting to stretch me. That's one thing that never failed to get me off.

You stood there, letting me feel just the head of that glorious cock, listening to me whimper. You knew I was on the verge of completely giving in. You were biding your time, holding yourself as still as possible. Minutes ticked by. They seemed like hours, even days.

Panting, I raised my head, tears falling onto the desk. "Please. Please fuck me. You can't just leave me like this." I barely caught my breath when you slammed your cock home in me. You pulled back out only to slam back against me, making me cry out. I was on the edge and you knew it. You only knew because you were on that very edge with me. This experience got you hotter than you could ever imagine.

You pulled out and thrusted back into me. My back arched as my muscles clenched every solid inch of your cock. I pulled at my restraints again as the tidal wave slammed through me again. This time, the wave didn't back off as quickly. With each thrust of your hips, my orgasm became more intense. In this case, the term mind-blowing would be highly appropriate.

You clamped your hand on my mouth as I started to scream louder than you knew me to. You didn't want to draw any unwanted attention at this point. I strained against you, your cock moving deep inside. My pussy clamped even tighter on you, sending you over the edge with me. You groaned as you pressed your hips firmly into mine, your cock spasming as you came deep inside me.

Moments later, you collapsed on top of me, kissing my shoulder. "Do you have any idea how good that was?" you asked me breathlessly. All I could do was smile and wiggle under you. Finally, you got up and untied my restraints. My ankles, thankfully, were fine. But my wrists looked like it was going to be a month of long-sleeved blouses.

After returning the chords to their proper phones, we set about to getting dressed. I checked all around for the buttons to my blouse. Thanks to you, that was completely ruined, I smiled to myself. I found all but one. I gave that one up for lost and made sure everything was straight before we left.

Leaning into you, I shut off the last light and entered the elevator. I wrapped my arms around you and purred. "Mmmmmmm. Thanks for dinner tonight, baby. Everything was perfect." Chuckling, you patted my ass in agreement. On our way out the door, I noticed you slip something to the security guard, but held my tongue. I couldn't help but smile the whole way home.