by Sanya Sitter
The prod of something wet and hard against my puckered asshole makes my ass cheeks clench reflexively. “Don’t fight it,” he says as the pressure increases. “You’ll be wearing this today.” The lubricated tip of a silicone butt plug slips into my tightness. My insides tighten around it and my hands ball into fists at the jolt of pain.
Daniel places a hand at my back and rubs the length of my curved spine hunched over the desk.
“It’s going to stay in there until I tell you to take it out.” My internal muscles begin to relax as a shudder of pleasure sweeps across my body. He continues applying pressure until the thing is inserted to the hilt. My dampened pussy flutters with excitement at the unusual sensation. “Understood?”
I can barely find the correct words to respond. A flood of heat rushes to every blood vessel in my crimson cheeks. It’s difficult to even move my mouth. “Y—yes, sir.”
Daniel pulls my skirt back and guides me up by the shoulders. He fixes my blouse while maintaining eye contact, those dark emerald eyes penetrating, searching for any subtle hint of disobedience in my expression. I wouldn’t dare betray those eyes… or would I?
Our lips connect, his eyes never closing. He watches me kiss him, showing no real cues of affection. And yet, I can sense the passion behind his eyes. Watching me, reading me. Wondering if he can really trust me, whether he has hammered out the defiance in me and truly made me his submissive.
The truth is I had snuck the dirty picture in on purpose, hoping he would find it. I can’t deny that nothing turns me on more than the thrill of being naughty.
When I get to the door to leave, he stops me. “And Delilah.” My hand freezes against the cool brass knob. His gaze burns into the back of my head, but I don’t turn around. “Don’t you dare take it out.”
CHAPTER TWO
“So are we taking these out?” Mark, a co-worker of mine, is holding up a spread of polaroids but I can’t remember why. The plug up my ass has made it incredibly difficult to concentrate.
“Sorry, what?”
“Are you feeling okay, Delilah?” My insides flutter when I lean in to look closer at the pictures. The plug is making me more light-headed by the minute.
I disguise a moan by coughing instead. My pussy quivers to the subtle stimulation of the plug pressing against the tights walls of my ass as I move, every flinch like torturous pleasure.
“It’s hot in here isn’t it?” I ask, fanning myself with one hand. I had to be extremely careful not to sweat. If my makeup started to run and Mr. Black took notice, I’d be in for serious punishment. I take in a deep breath and try to get myself to relax.
“Maybe you should have a seat.”
“No!” I didn’t mean to blurt it out, but there’s no way I could sit down right now. Sitting down at this point would just shove the plug even deeper into my ass. Hell, I’d probably cum right here in front of Mark. I wonder if he’s even notice. “I mean, I’d rather stand, thank you.”
Mark is studying me with his arms crossed. My heart is racing. God I hope he doesn’t know something is up.
“This week’s issue is really important,” he says. “Everything has to be perfect for Mr. Black.” He looks me up and down. I think he can tell that I’m shaking. “Are you sure that you can handle this?”
Who the fuck does he think he is? Mr. Black hired me for a reason, and it wasn’t just because of my looks. I’m good at what I do and Mark can go fuck himself if he thinks I’m just eye candy for Mr. Black—I mean Daniel.
But the truth is that trying to focus on anything important is near impossible at the moment.
“Delilah…” Mr. Black’s voice came unmistakably from my speakerphone. It was cool and professional, the tone he used whenever he wasn’t sure if someone was in the office with me. “Could you come to my office, please?” Wow, he even said please. His professionalism was always just a facade around me. Even now there was the hint of a condescending tone that only I could perceive.
“Yes, sir. Just let me finish discussing with Mark and—“
“Immediately.”
Mark shoots me a curious look. “Yes, sir,” I repeat. The red light of the speakerphone clicks off and I know that I’d better hurry.
“Uh-oh…” Mark smirks. “Hope you didn’t do anything to piss off Mr. Black.” I give him a cold stare. “You’d be the fifth secretary he’s fired this year.”
Fifth? What the hell is he talking about? Has Daniel been like this with other women? I refuse to let Mark have the satisfaction of seeing worry on my face.
“Don’t you have work to do?” I usher Mark to the door while he takes his sweet time in leaving.
“I still need those negatives from you,” he says, peeking his head behind the door as I’m trying to close it. “That is, if you still have a job.” He gives me one last sneer before I push him out. Mark is such a complete asshole! I wonder if it would be too catty of me to tell Daniel to fire that douchebag.
Who am I kidding? Mr. Black never listens to me. He would never do anything that I asked, that’s just not how our relationship works—if you can even call it that.
Just how many other secretaries has he treated this way? Do I even mean anything to him?
Well, I’m nothing like his other women. They probably never stood up for themselves around Mr. Black even once. I’m not just a fucking slave to be bossed around like a servant to his every whim. Mr. Black can fucking wait.
It takes a minute for the thought to really settle in. My lips curl into a devilish grin. Being naughty always makes my pussy so wet.
I know that if I take too long, I really could lose my job. But I’m going to make Daniel wait just long enough to show that he can’t control me. He might have me wrapped around his finger, but that doesn’t mean I’m a mindless puppet.
The wooden door locks into place with a click and I shutter the blinds. I settle into a relaxed position on my leather office chair and pull my skirt off along with my panties. I reach behind with my legs spread out over the desk, fingering the circular end of the butt plug protruding out from me.
He’ll never know if I take it out. How could he? I bite down on my bottom lip to cover a mischievous grin. The thrill of disobedience spreads between my legs. My thighs are soaked with pussy juices as my fingers wrap the handle.
I let out a soft, deep moan as the plug tugs at my insides while I pull. My anus tightens on its own, not wanting to relinquish the pleasure. The plug comes out slowly, every inch of it sending a shudder across my body while I squirm in the chair.
At last, what had once filled me whole was in my hand, glistening with my fluids.
“I’m waiting, Delilah…” I practically had a heart attack when his voice came through again. My feet sprang off the desk and I stood to attention with my panties around my ankles. In my haste, the plug left my grasp and landed with a thud against the hardwood floor then rolled beneath my desk.
“Yes, sir!” I hate myself for sounding so apologetic. Just the sound of his voice is enough to drain the self-confidence right out of me. The light switches off again and I know that I have to get to his office immediately. If he has to ask me a third time I’m out of a job for sure.
I slip my panties and skirt back on and crawl beneath the desk to get the plug.
But for the life of me, I can’t find it anywhere. It’s too dark and the space is too small for me to see well. It’s like the thing just vanished into thin air. There’s no fucking time left!
In my desperate, frantic searching I hit the back of my head against the top of the desk. I cry out and rub the spot with my face scrunched in a contortion of pain and frustration.
“I won’t ask you again, Delilah.” I can hear Mr. Black slamming the receiver down. He’s getting more than impatient with me now.
There’s no choice but to forget about the plug. I have to go. Now.
All I can do is pray that he won’t notice. Maybe he’s too busy for punishment right now. Maybe he just wants some more pict
ures from me. Maybe…
I’m so fucking screwed.
CHAPTER THREE
“So glad you could make time for me,” Mr. Black says with his hands in a steeple over his desk. “Lock the door.”
“Y—yes, sir.” I turn to close the door, moving slowly, avoiding eye contact.
“Any day now…” I keep my head down when I turn from the door, moving toward him with timid steps.
“You—you called for me, sir?” He motions me to come forward. I don’t dare look in his eyes or he’ll read me like a book. I continue walking until he signals me to stop.
Mr. Black swivels in my direction and I realize his pants are drawn down to his ankles.
“Mr. Black?”
“Suck.” His face remains expressionless. He glances down at his erect cock, then back at me.
“I…”
“Do you really want to keep me waiting any longer?” A finger taps the armrest impatiently.”Do you really think that’s in your best interest, Ms. Palmer?”
His stiff cock was wet with precum dribbling from the tip, the thick shaft throbbing with desire. It’s obvious he’s been ready, waiting for me to blow him for a long time. My mouth waters at the sight of him looking so eager. I’m suddenly anxious to taste him in my mouth, to take him in the warmth and wetness of my throat and watch him try to keep that same blank expression.
Mr. Black opens his legs wider as I advance toward him, my heels sinking into the plush red carpet with each slow, cautionary step. His dick is slick with fluids trickling down to his balls. The head twitches when I crouch to my knees to rest a hand at each of his thighs. Red manicured nails glide playfully against into the taut, tan skin of his legs, up and up to the crevices of his crotch until my hands are cupping his balls.
I tie back my hair and lean in between his legs. My eyes light up with anticipation at the subtle pulse of his hard dick, shimmering in his own lust for my mouth. Soft, supple lips part above the head and a warm, moist heat escapes them.
I can’t help drooling over his stiff dick, its size almost too big to fit with my mouth open wide. His hands grip the armrests tight when a hot string of spit trickles down the length of his shaft.
He can feel the heat of my breath engulf the twitching head. My tongue extends into a hook to lick the tip, teasing it with sensual flicks. With the taste of him on the tip of my tongue, I stroke his balls and watch his neck tilt back.
“Fuck… you know I don’t have time for this, Delilah.” Mr. Black grips the sides of my head and plunges me down onto his cock. His hard erection slips down into my throat until I gag. My fingers spread over his thighs to brace myself out of reflex. A warm, milky string of saliva spurts from my lips and trails down to his balls.
I retch and gag on the length of his cock as he holds me down, gyrating his hips, taking the pleasure of my mouth for his own. His shaft slides in and out of the warmth and wetness of my throat, pushing himself to the hilt as I gargle and gulp on his shaft. I have to fight for breath before every plunge into my moist cavern.
With both hands he shoves me down until his whole thickness is lodged in the depths of my throat, cutting off my air passages. My tongue swirls around his girth, curling around the head in a slippery mess of spit.
He jerks me up by the neck and chin and holds me there, staring into my bloodshot eyes as saliva drools from my lips and spills down his throbbing dick. Those cold, unforgiving eyes regarding me as nothing more than a sex doll for his pleasure.
“You’re going to take my entire load in your mouth.” I nod in understanding. “And I want to see you swallow every last drop.”
“Y-yes, sir,” I say between heavy breaths. Mr. Black presses the heel of his palm to the top of my head and pushes me down again. His girth fills every crevice of my throat, all the way past my esophagus. I can feel his cock twitching at the very back, ready to ejaculate inside.
The gag reflex forces me to choke on his cock, every part of my throat constricting along his entire length. The pulse of his stiff dick beats against the walls of my esophagus—he’s about to explode.
Mr. Black lets out a long moan and a deluge of cum hits the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow out of reflex. Endless streams of hot spunk spill down my throat as I suck and slurp down his massive load. I want to savor the taste of him but all I can do is down every bit in giant gulps.
His cock continues to throb well after I’ve sucked every last bit of him dry. Mr. Black leans backward in the chair as the lasting tremors of the intense orgasm sweep over his body.
At last, my throat slides off his cock with wet, slurpy suction all the way until my lips pop off the head. I can’t help but smile at the sight of him with his enormous pecs heaving in a sigh of ecstasy while his head is tilted up to the ceiling.
But the moment doesn’t last long. When he catches the smugness of my expression his eyes turn to that familiar disdain. I’ll be punished for that, surely.
I’m still on my hands and knees catching my breath when he tells me, “Turn around.”
My whole body goes tense at his words. He can sense the fear behind my dilated pupils. Something is up and he knows it.
“I said turn around.” I nibble on my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. He’s going to find out that I took out the butt plug. He watches me with a deep suspicion as my eyes dart left to right while my mind searches desperately for a way out.
But there is no way out. The only thing for me to do is accept whatever punishment is coming.
“Yes, sir.” I scramble to turn myself on the carpeted floor until my ass is facing him, the skirt pulled tight at my thighs, barely covering the secret he is about to uncover.
One hand glides up the side of thigh, up into the heat between my legs. His knuckles brush the wetness seeping from my panties and my body shudders.
Then both hands scoop my skirt from underneath until it’s bunched around my waist. He tugs down the ripped lace panties to reveal my puckered asshole, the butt plug he had inserted and commanded me not to remove now absent.
“Funny, I could have sworn I told you not to take it out.”
“But, sir… I—“
“Shhh,” he says. “I don’t tolerate excuses from any of my employees, Ms. Palmer.” Mr. Black caresses my raw ass cheeks. There is nothing I can say, nothing I can do that will get me out of this. “Do you think, somehow, that you’re special?”
“No, sir, I don’t think—“
“Get up and drape yourself over my knees.”
“Yes, sir.” I get up and do as instructed, my limbs hanging at either sides of him. Mr. Black hovers a hand over my ass and watches me squint in anticipation of the pain to come, taking a certain enjoyment in seeing me squirm.
SMACK!
The first blow makes my legs flail in the air, the heel of one shoe hitting the desk and falling to the floor with a thud.
SMACK!
Mr. Black backhands my ass hard enough that the golden ring of his middle finger leaves an indent in the skin. He covers my mouth as I cry out and shut my eyes to stop the running mascara from going into my eyes. I shake my hand and pound my fists in the air like a girl having a tantrum. My bruised cheeks burn with the searing pain, yet my pussy aches for more.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Juices gush from my soggy pussy as each blow lands harder than the last. My legs tremble at the tingling pain that travels to every nerve ending and lingers. A firm hands glides over my crimson cheeks and grabs a handful of ass, squeezing so hard I just want to scream out but groan into his hand instead, my dark hair falling into a tangled mess over my face.
“Get up and put your hands on the wall.” He bucks his knee impatiently for me to get off, motioning to the glass pane open to an urban landscape. I know that I should respond but I’m too short of breath. I slide off him one leg at a time, barely able to stand, and make my way to the wall with slow, awkward steps.
I place both palms against the g
lass and use to it to support my weight with tits spilling out from my loosened blouse.
“Spread your legs.” Mr. Black asks, but spreads them for me instead. He grabs hold of either butt cheek and pulls them apart like his own personal fuck toy.
I gasp when his hard dick slips between my crack and my neck tilts back. My warm, shallow breaths fog up the glass as I brace myself from slamming against it. The slippery wetness of his precum mixed with my own saliva glides between my ass cheeks until he centers the head of his cock right at my tight, clenched asshole.