Demoted to Boss's Fucktoy Ch. 01

This is my first time publishing erotic fiction so I'd love any feedback! If you enjoy the story let me know what you want to see in future parts.

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I knocked once on my boss's office door, hoping that he was busy and would tell me to come back later. To my disappointment, he answered almost immediately and my boss's voice boomed from inside the room, "Come in, Dani!"

I eased the door open, filling with dread, and stepped inside.

The walls were lined with bookshelves filled with thick, leather-bound volumes, and the desk in the center of the room was polished to a mirror-like shine.

My boss, Mr. Blackwood, sat behind the desk with his fingers steepled in front of him, looking up at me with an unreadable expression. "Close the door behind you, Dani," he said, his voice low.

I did as I was told, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. I couldn't help but feel like a trapped animal, waiting for the predator to strike. Mr. Blackwood was a hardass of a boss and only ever called me into his office when he wanted to reprimand me for something. It was usually something petty and minor. He was the kind of boss who enjoyed throwing his power around in any way he could.

"I've been reviewing your work, Dani," he began, his voice cold and calculated. "And it seems you've been making quite a few errors lately."

I was the supervisor of the administrative department and as far as I was aware the department was performing quite well. I held back the argument that had been rising up my throat and chose a less confrontational approach. "I understand that I may have made a few mistakes lately, Mr Blackwood--"

"Sir," he interrupted.

I paused, once again resisting the urge to say something waspish. I needed this job. New York rent was expensive and I lived alone with nobody to help me out.

"I understand that I may have made some mistakes recently, Sir, however, I have been working very hard and have maintained perfect professionalism under the pressure that the entire office has been under," I said.

Mr. Blackwood's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Perfect professionalism. Is that what you call the skimpy outfits you've been wearing to work lately?"

I felt my face flush with anger and humiliation. How dare he comment on my clothes like that? I felt like a piece of meat being judged by a hungry predator.

"I don't think my attire has anything to do with my work quality, Sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"No? What about the work of your colleagues? Don't you think they might be a bit distracted from their work whilst you strut around with your breasts exposed like that?" he said.

I clenched my fists, my blood boiling with fury. I couldn't believe that he was speaking to me like this. I was a professional and I had never once given him any reason to doubt my capabilities. My attire was my own choice, and it was nobody's business but my own.

"I don't appreciate you speaking to me like this, Mr. Blackwood," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "I dress for myself, not for the pleasure of others."

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with amusement as they roved over my body, lingering on my chest. I crossed my arms over my chest, attempting to shield myself from his gaze.

I was wearing a tight-fitting burgundy dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It had a plunging neckline that showed off a generous amount of cleavage.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I don't believe you. I think you dress like that deliberately to distract your colleagues and gain their attention. You're nothing but a slut, Dani."

My stomach churned with anger and disgust. How dare he call me that? I had worked hard to earn my position at the company, and I refused to let him belittle me like this.

"I am not a slut, Mr. Blackwood," I spat, my voice quivering with rage. "And I will not stand here and let you insult me like that. I demand that you treat me with respect and professionalism, as you would any other employee."

He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Respect and professionalism? From you? That's hardly likely. No, I think you've gone as far as you can with this company."

I felt a knot form in my throat as I listened to Mr. Blackwood's words. Was he firing me? Was he really going to let me go just because of the way I dressed? It was unfair and unjust, and I felt my hands ball into fists at my sides.

"You can't just fire me like that," I said, my voice low and deadly. "I have rights as an employee, and you can't just terminate me without cause."

Mr. Blackwood raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement. It annoyed me that in this moment when I was feeling so angry and vulnerable I couldn't help but notice how perfectly handsome he was.

"Oh, I have cause, Dani. I have plenty of cause. You've been a liability to this company for far too long."

I bristled at his words, feeling a sense of righteous anger ignite within me. But anger would not stop him from firing me.

"Please," I said timidly. "Please give me another chance."

Mr. Blackwood leaned back in his chair, his eyes raking over my body once again. "I might consider it," he said slowly, his voice laced with an undercurrent of desire. "But we are going to have to address your blatant disregard for the company dress code."

I felt the tears start to prick at the corners of my eyes. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had worked so hard to get where I was, and now I was about to lose it all because of some outdated notion that my clothing was inappropriate.

"Yes Sir," I said, my voice coming out in a squeak.

"You understand that you cannot wear a dress like that to the office?" he asked, his voice softening somewhat.

I nodded my head once. "Yes."

"Good. Take it off."

I froze, staring at him with wide eyes. Did I hear him correctly? He couldn't possibly be asking me to take off my dress.

"What?" I managed to choke out.

"You heard me, Dani," he said, his voice cold and firm. "Take off your dress."

I shook my head, taking a step back.

He stood up from his chair, towering over me with his broad shoulders and muscular build. "I am your boss, Dani. And I am ordering you to take off that dress."

I could feel my knees shake with fear as I looked up at him, the anger and disgust I had felt towards him only moments ago were now replaced with a deep sense of unease. I had heard rumors about Mr. Blackwood, whispers around the office about his inappropriate behavior toward female employees. But I had always dismissed them as gossip. I had never thought that he would try something like this with me.

But here we were.

And yet, beneath the shock and the fear, a part of me wanted to comply. I could feel something stirring inside me, a dark and twisted desire that I had always kept buried deep within. And the way Mr. Blackwood was looking at me, with those hungry, predatory eyes, only made that desire burn hotter.

I hesitated for another moment, my mind a blur of conflicting emotions, before I slowly reached up and began to undo the zipper on my dress. As I peeled it off my body, revealing my lacy black bra and matching thong, I could feel Mr. Blackwood's gaze roaming over my skin, tracing the curves of my body with an almost reverent touch. The garment slid down over my legs and landed softly in a heap on the floor around my feet.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I felt a flush of heat rise to my cheeks, but I refused to let him see how much his words affected me. Instead, I stood up straighter and lifted my chin defiantly.

"You have a beautiful body. Show me the rest of it. Now."

I gulped, feeling my heart pound painfully in my chest. This was wrong. This was so, so wrong.

But I wanted it. Part of me wanted this.

I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra, letting it drop to the floor at my feet. I could feel the soft swells of my breasts swaying gently as I moved, and I felt a shiver of excitement run through me.

"Very nice," Mr. Blackwood said, his voice thick with lust. "But we're not done yet. I want you to take off your panties."

I bit my lip, hesitating for a moment, but the smoldering intensity of Mr. Blackwood's eyes made me decide to obey. Without taking my eyes off of him, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down over my hips. As they dropped to the floor at my feet, I could feel the cool air caress my bare pussy, and I felt my breath hitch in my throat.

I was completely naked.

Completely naked, and standing in front of my boss.

I could feel his gaze scorching my skin as he drank in my naked form, but I refused to blush. Instead, I looked back at him defiantly, feeling a small thrill of satisfaction at the hungry look in his eyes.

"Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now come here."

Still, I hesitated. I had never done anything like this before, and a part of me was afraid. But I wanted to do this.

Legs trembling slightly, I closed the distance between us, stopping just before him. His dazzling eyes took in my body and he reached out to cup one of my breasts.

He squeezed my breast gently, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. I felt his other hand come up to caress my other breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I moaned again and his lips curved up into a slow smile. His lips moved down to my neck, where he nibbled and sucked, leaving little red hickeys in his wake. He squeezed my breast again, before sliding it down over my stomach, and then down between my thighs.

His fingers brushed over my pussy, and I felt a jolt of pleasure run through me. He gripped my chin firmly, tilting my head up until I was staring into his burning gaze.

"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" he growled, his voice low and filled with lust.

"Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling as his finger started to trace small circles over my wet pussy lips.

"You like to be touched..." His thumb brushed over my clit, and I moaned, feeling fire blaze through my body. "You like being told what to do..." I moaned again, my body trembling under his touch.

His eyes bore into mine, and he moved his other hand down to my pussy. Slowly he slid a finger inside me, and I could feel a wave of heat wash over my body as he started to finger fuck me.

"Oh god," I moaned, biting my lip as my body started to shake. My knees were going weak as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My hands grasped at his shoulders, digging into his shirt as my hips moved forward to meet his hand.

"That's a good girl," he said softly, his voice low and firm. "Now come for me."

My body screamed out in pleasure as his words sent me hurtling over the edge. My back arced and my head flung back as I came, my pussy clenching tightly around his finger. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I could feel my juices run down my thighs as I rode out my orgasm.

"Who knew what a good little slut you were," he whispered.

Slowly, his finger slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty and aching, and utterly ashamed. There was no time to gather my thoughts because his hands rested on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees.

I knelt before him, my head still spinning from the force of my orgasm, and looked up at him, slightly confused. He was already undoing his belt, and pulling down his zipper. "I want you to suck my cock," he said simply.

My mind was reeling but my lust was wearing off as I returned to my senses and realized the situation I was in.

His cock sprang out, already rock hard and ready for me. I looked at it for a moment, feeling panic rise up in me. I had never done anything like this before. I could feel my heart pounding as I stared at his cock.

"I...I...I..." I'd never seen one so thick before, it was like a can of cola.

"Open your mouth."

I felt a jolt of fear shoot through my body, but it was mingled with returning lust -- a pulse of excitement that seemed to be centered between my legs.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around his cock. It felt thick and heavy in my palm, and I shuddered as I felt the pulse of blood through the veins. I moved my hand up and down, slowly jerking him off.

"Put it in your mouth."

"I don't know if I can. It's too big. I won't be able to fit it in my mouth..."

He was not going to accept any argument. "Now."

Swallowing hard, my lust and excitement growing, I opened my mouth and leaned forward. I could feel the tip of his cock brush against my lips, and, slowly, I opened my mouth wider, allowing him to push his cock in. It was difficult, but I managed to fit him in my mouth, and slowly, I started to move my head back and forth. I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth, my tongue flicking over the shaft of his cock, making him groan with pleasure.

He took my hand and brought it up to his balls. I followed his direction, holding his heavy sack in my hand and squeezing firmly.

He pushed my head forward deeper and I felt his cock push against the back of my throat. I pulled back but he pushed forward again, this time pushing his cock all the way down my throat. I coughed and gagged but he held my head still and slowly moved back and forth, fucking my throat. I breathed through my nose as much as I could, trying to stay calm, but I could feel my throat spasm around his cock. My whole body was starting to shake and tremble, and I could feel my whole body start to ache with lust.

His breathing was getting heavier, and I could hear small moans escape from his lips as I continued to move my head back and forth. It didn't take too long for a familiar ache to build in my jaw, but I pressed on, sucking his cock until he finally grunted and grabbed my head.

I could feel spurts of hot cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed hard, trying to keep up with his pace as he fucked my mouth. When he was done, he pulled back, looking down at me, my mouth still agape.

"Get dressed."

I felt humiliated. Not by the fact that I had just been forced to suck his cock, but because I had enjoyed it, and because I wanted more.

He didn't give me time to dwell on it though, because he was already turning away and walking out of the room. I looked up at him, hoping he would give me something, a word, a look, anything to indicate that I had pleased him, but he ignored me. He tucked his cock away and returned to his desk chair.

I scrambled to my feet, still shaky, and hurried to collect my clothes. I could feel myself blushing as I pulled my panties back on, the cold fabric feeling like a jolt of ice against my pussy.

I pulled my shirt on and reached for my bra, but it wasn't there. I looked around for it, but it wasn't in sight. I turned around and saw it in Mr Blackwood's hand. Smirking at me, he pulled open his desk drawer and dropped my undergarment in before sliding it shut again.

"From now on you don't wear bras to work. You can dress like the whore you are," he said.

I sighed, feeling defeated, and pulled my dress on, leaving my breasts braless and hoping nobody in the office noticed.

"That'll be all, Dani," he said, and turned to his computer.

I felt my heart sink, and I hurried to my desk, feeling my shame build up inside me. But I couldn't deny how horny he'd made me and how badly I wanted to go back for more.