The Boss's Pet Pt. 01

"Swing by my office. I need to talk to you."

As you read the text, a smile forms on your face. You've been hoping that I would call you upstairs to give you a break from the tedium of your day. But in the back of your head, you were also worried that maybe I wasn't thinking about you at all. Fortunately, reading this message alleviates that fear. Now, your heart beats with a new set of concerns.

You take the stairs to the second floor. Entering the upper suite, your ears are met with the sounds of clicking keyboards and mice that stem from our co-workers' cubicles. You make your way to the far wall, where my office is. The door is closed. Behind it, you can hear my muffled voice on what sounds like a work-related call. In order to keep up appearances, you knock, which subsequently has you smiling to yourself. But my call continues on, and you do not get a response. Why would he have me come up if he's on the phone? you think, deciding to enter quietly.

After taking one step in and hearing only a few words, you take note of the clear tension in the room. My call has you second guessing if you should be in my office right now. But I nod and wave you in, signaling that you can proceed.

You close and lock the door behind you, then watch closely as I speak on the phone. My jaw is clenched and my brow is tightened. My words reverberate pleasantly in your ears, the cadence never faltering. There is sternness in my voice, but perhaps you can bring ease to it. Playfully, you slide a finger down your neck, between your breasts, then you undo the first button on your blouse.

I look at you from the corner of my eye. A smirk etches into my face. Though, the tightness in my brow remains. With you now in the room, the desire to hang up on this call seems increasingly appealing. I point at the phone and my lips silently mouth, "It's almost over."

The call must be important, you think to yourself while sauntering across the space between us. You slip another two buttons open. Your eyes remain fixated on me as you make your approach. Upon reaching my desk, you lean down and place a barely-there kiss on my soft lips.

I bring you into my lap and break the kiss for a moment. "Hold on," I whisper to you.

My attention is then redirected to the phone. "Listen, Steven. I'm sorry to cut this short, but I have to run to another meeting. I gotta hop off this–"

But my sentence is cut short as a displeased voice echoes from my phone. I wait, clenching my teeth and shaking my head until it subsides. "I understand that. I know we got it wrong. I apologize. It's not going to happen again. And I will have a talk with my team. Alright? Got it. Thanks."

I hang up the phone and return my attention to you. My finger dances around the last button of your blouse. "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to keep you waiting. I got a little surpri–"

But before I can finish the sentence, your lips silence mine. One of your hands runs down the side of my face, leaving a blissful trail of tingling sensations behind.

I groan approvingly, pressing my lips against yours. Holding onto the kiss, I pull you off my lap and stand. Your head is forced back to account for my height. My fingers burrow into the side of your shirt, which is now loosely hanging open, revealing your black plunge bra. I pull your body against mine so that you can feel the crotch of my pants nudging at your thigh.

You squirm against me excitedly. Anticipation builds in your chest as our heartbeats quicken together.

I break our kiss to nuzzle my face into the crook of your neck. I nibble at your soft skin, then plant gentle kisses along the trail of your collar bone. My hands reach around your back, dropping to your rear and grabbing your ass. I squeeze firmly, digging my fingernails into you.

Soft whimpers drip from your lips. Your hands travel down my pants, and you fuss with my belt. You find it difficult to focus with my breath beating down your neck and my hands gripping you. But you manage to pull off my belt and successfully unbutton my pants. Your fingers slip underneath my boxer briefs. "Fu-uck. You're so hard," you gasp as you delicately reach around the base of my cock.

Powerful emotions swirl inside of me as you begin stroking. My grip sinks deeper into your ass. My teeth cut into your neck.

Your stroking pace increases, causing quieted moans to fall from my lips.

From behind my office door, muffled chatter can be heard, but the distance and specific words are not apparent.

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the office has you questioning yourself. Am I sure I locked the door? But the true gravity of the risk isn't processing. You're not thinking clearly. Your attention is directed to more immediate matters. Like how satisfied my moaning voice sounds as play with my cock.

Sensations ripple across my body, further removing me from the consideration that someone might try to walk in. All I know is that it feels so good to be with you right now–and there is so much I want to do to you. "Bend over the desk," I command. My hands move to your hips, preparing to turn you around.

You giggle and do as you're told. Your arms find a clear space on the desk as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You bend your spine forward so that your ass is pointing towards me.

My fingers run along the end of your dress skirt. I lift the fabric upward, so that it gathers at your hips. Your panties are quickly pulled down, leaving your bare ass exposed to me. Then, I grab your hair from behind, bringing it into a forceful grip as my hard cock presses between your thighs.

You whimper, feeling the heat of my dick between your legs.

I grab my shaft by the base and line myself up. The tip of my cock barely slips into you. I hold myself there, perfectly happy to keep you waiting in anticipation.

"Please, daddy." You squirm. "Fuck! You're so hard. I want to feel you deep inside me," you whimper with your head held in place by my grip.

I shift my hips forward. "Mmmph. Shouldn't you be working?" The malicious words ring through your ears as my cock reaches into you.

You gasp. "I should be, but.. but, I've been a bad girl."

"And why is it that you've been bad?" I ask, pulling myself back. "Aren't we paying you to do a good job and be professional?" I rock forward, filling your gut.

A whimper jumps from your lips.

"AREN'T WE?" I press for a response.

You grimace at the sudden fullness. "YES! Yes, you are. Please forgive me, daddy. I promise to be good."

My cock throbs inside you. Tingling sensations pour from your body to mine, inspiring a primal ferocity within me. "Are you going to be good? Because I just got off a call where I was told that our numbers were wrong." My cock shifts deeper into you. "And do you know who checked that report?"

You bite your forearm to stifle a scream. "I-I checked the report. I'm s-so sorry. Please don't be angry with me."

You try to buck your hips away from me, but I hold you in place.

"Fu-u-uck," you whimper.

"Oh, no. You're not going anywhere." My voice mocks. "I know it was you. But don't worry." I release your hair and extend my hand across the side of your face. A significant amount of weight presses your head into my desk, pinning you down. My hips pull back, then shoot forward, now ripping into you with a churning pace. "I'm just going to fuck the living shit out of you. That's all, slut." Angrily, I slap your ass. My weight shoves against your powerless body.

Your thighs are pinched against the corner of my desk. Your breath catches in your throat. Your ass burns like a fire. You know that you are fully deserving of being punished. "Yes, please, please. I'm your little slut," you cry out, trying not to be too loud.

"Damn right you are. And my little slut is going to do a better fucking job. Isn't that right?" My sharp words elevate the volume in the room. We're supposed to be keeping it down, but the natural aggression between the two of us has brought us to a point where we are acting recklessly, with little regard for what lies beyond the door. I hammer my cock into you with a powerful tempo. The length of my shaft travels between your lips, disappearing with every thrust forward. My muddled mind takes a few moments to observe the sight. "Fuckkk," I groan, seeing your juices all over my shaft.

"Yes, yes a much better job," you yelp between blows. You feel the pressure building. "Please don't stop!" you whine while thinking about how I am the only man who does this to you. How I am the only man you surrender your body to.

The clapping sound from our bodies echoes around my office. I slam my cock harder and harder into you. Your whole body shakes from the force of my painful stabs. "Yeah, you gonna do a better job for me? I don't want my favorite employee FUCKING things up anymore. Is that UNDERSTOOD?" My hand whips down against your pretty ass.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, daddy! I-I under-understand!" Your body trembles uncontrollably. The power of each thrust drives into you, numbing your brain. "Too hard, too hard, too hard. It hurts!" you moan as your pussy flexes against my thickness.

I laugh, knowing full well that you don't actually want me to show any mercy. My hand leaves the side of your face and resumes it's hold on your hair. This time, with a grip that treats your bunched hair like a handle for leverage. I rip your neck back, forcing your spine to arch deeper. My desk digs into several points on your body, which only adds to the overwhelming sensations that are coursing through your body. You feel powerless, pinned between me and the desk like the little fucking toy that you are.

The desk pinches the skin of your thighs and the pressure points redden. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Somehow through it all, you manage to think about how our co-workers wouldn't recognize me in this moment. How they know me as a calm, confident man, not this feral, all-consuming, slut-fucker. The thought of knowing that you are the only one who gets to see this heightens your enjoyment. Your fingers dig into my desk. Your face strains with a dropped jaw. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkk!"

"Do you wanna cum for me?" I ask, powering my cock into you. The pleasure is overwhelming on my end as well. I can feel my willpower slipping, wanting to release inside of you.

"Yes please, daddyyy. I want to cum on your cock so badly." Your eyes water as I keep pounding into you. You find it hard to believe the situation you are in. But it's so fucking amazing. The way I claim control of you, doing whatever I want to your body. And being the loyal subordinate that you are, you accept your place beneath me.

"Go on, cum for daddy," I encourage as I pierce into you, spreading your walls. "Cum for daddy. Come on." My voice is encouraging, taunting, and domineering all wrapped in one.

"FUCKKK!" you scream, completely forgetting where we are. Your hand darts to your mouth, trying to quiet the noise as your bodily spasms reach their apex. You erupts into a series of contortions as you release once, then twice. "Ahhhhhh, fuckkk," you whimper mindlessly, feeling that your pussy is still taking a beating.

Your body shakes around me. Your walls apply pressure in a way that breaks down my last bit of mental fortitude. "Oh my goddd," I moan. "I'm gonna cum; I'm gonna cum. Fuckkk!" My body now shakes as I tense up. Cum shoots into you, filling your pussy. The liquid bridges a gap between us, binding us together. You can hear the wonderful exhaustion in my panting breaths and groans. I can hardly even think. All I know is that I feel amazingly close to you.

The aftershocks of our orgasms have you reeling, and your knees fall weak. I pull my cock out of you. Cum drips out, flowing from your pussy to my carpet floor. With the weight of my body easing from the desk, you feel yourself begin to fall. I catch you and keep you up. The panting, shivering mess that remains of you anyway.

But apparently there is something else on your mind. You pull your weight to the ground. "Please let me down," you request.

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." You nod. "Please let me down."

I pull away and ease you to the floor.

You drop to your knees, turn to me, and look up, meeting my gaze.

Your body looks exhausted. Wetness drips from between your legs as you kneel before me. "Please, can I?" you ask.

"Please can you what?"

"Please can I clean you off, daddy?"

I smile and nod. "Go ahead." My tongue sticks to the top row of my teeth as I wait, watching you.

You wrap your hand around the base of my cock, which is dripping with a mix of our juices. You gently lick my tip. The warm, salty taste of my cum seeps into your lips. Your tongue glides from root to tip. You moan gently as my cock disappears into your mouth. Your hair is a mess and there are splotches of red on your skin from where you were pinned to my desk. Your body feels deeply sore and empty without me inside of you.

I comb my fingers through your hair, moaning as you pull the last bits of pleasure from me. "You are such a good girl," I say. My voice is filled with awe. I'm amazed and pleased by your submission. Every part of my being is the most relieved that it has been all day. I close my eyes and embrace the feeling.

After a few moments, I look down at you. "Stand up. We have to get you ready to go back to work."

Keeping your eyes on me, you stand.

Your legs still seem a bit shaky, so I guide you up, making sure that you don't fall.

"I promise to be better for you," you say.

I give you a smile while straightening your skirt. "I know you will. Give daddy a kiss before you head off." I pull you in.

You start the process of re-buttoning your blouse and combing your fingers through your hair. Then, you lean forward on the tips of your toes to reach up to me.

I lower myself slightly, meeting you for a deep kiss. I hold the embrace for several moments before finally releasing and sending you back to work.