by Nikki Wild
“Damn right I am,” I grinned, dropping the receiver back into the cradle.
Sitting behind my prized executive desk with my fiancée on her knees, her lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, I threaded my fingers into her hair. There was only one thought on my mind:
Goddamn, it’s good to be the boss.
Chloe pulled my erection from her mouth and grinned eagerly up at me. “So, I’ve got you for a whole hour, huh?”
I smirked. “Better make it count.”
“Oh, I don’t know…” Her voice was a quiet, trailing murmur, almost purring her syllables. “Lots of trouble we can get up to in just an hour… might not be enough time to satisfy you.”
I pulled her head back through my fingers in her hair, staring deeply into her surprised eyes. “Oh, Princess… I am going to personally ensure that you stay satisfied for the rest of your days…”
Chloe grinned. “I like the sound of that.”
“You’d better,” I smiled deviously as I released my grip on her hair and rose up from my throne. “Palms on the desk. Now.”
“Yes, Daddy…”
With a sly, irresistible smile across her lips, my girl sauntered that alluring ass of hers around to the other side of the desk. Her eyes hungrily watched me as I pulled my pants up before following her around.
She was wearing jeans this time, obviously not expecting this outcome to our reunion. It was the perfect opportunity to let her feel my hard cock pressing between her cheeks as I reached around and unclasped her belt. I tugged her jeans down to her knees as she repositioned her feet, and then slowly pulled her panties down her legs.
“Wait,” Chloe gasped.
“What is it, Princess?”
She glanced over at the door. “They’re gonna hear us if you spank me here.”
I grinned evilly. “You think I didn’t have these walls soundproofed when I had the renovations done? I didn’t want anyone overhearing the work I did in here.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Absolutely.”
Something passed along her face. Before she said the words, I knew that I had corrupted this sweet, little Daddy’s girl in the best of ways.
“How about we open the door a little?”
“You want them to hear us?” I tilted my head curiously. That could work, of course – this short hallway was private, filling empty architectural space. Only an employee passing by the other end would hear anything. “Look how far you’ve come, Babygirl, from not wanting to fuck against the windows…”
“You want to?” She asked innocently.
“Well, my new business partner is gone, and we’ve got time before my next appointment…”
Chloe wiggled her ass approvingly.
“Tell you what. If you can get all your clothes off before I can reach that doorknob, we’ll do it. But keep the socks…” I grinned wickedly. “They really complete the college student look.”
I couldn’t take a step before she was already ripping her own clothes off, not caring where on the carpet they wound up.
There was no need to take my time.
Once I had my hand on the knob, I turned to face her. My fiancée was standing in position, not a stitch of clothing on her higher than her shins.
“Well,” I shrugged. “A promise is a promise…”
I popped open the heavy oak door and pulled it halfway ajar, glancing briefly through the doorway into the dim hall. My eyes trailed the modern art along one wall, deciding that the low-traffic zone on the other end was far enough away to keep her dignity mostly intact.
Plus, most of my workers were at lunch.
Satisfied, I stepped back to the willing, naked girl against my desk. I wanted to make the most of this opportunity, so I left the impact toys in their drawer to be used later.
Next time, I promised them.
“Good enough?” She asked.
“Babe, you’re perfect.”
She scrunched up her face, but didn’t take her eyes off of the window. Good, obedient girl. “Not ME, the DOOR…”
I placed a palm along her curvy ass, gliding my hand across her skin to cup her buttock. “Everything is as you’d like, Princess…”
“Not yet, it’s not,” she grinned. “That won’t be until you’re back inside me… but I’m a patient little girl, aren’t I, Daddy?”
My hard palm lifted up behind my shoulder, hesitating as I savored the moment. My chest felt with that same tightening pressure it always did before I spanked her – all of my tension bubbling up, ready to be released into my veins.
“That you are, Babygirl…”
SMACK!
“One!”
Chloe
As Damian spanked me into submission against his desk, I was still in awe that everything had come back together for us.
His distance…
The strange behavior…
My concerns over my father…
True, the ring had terrified me at first. After all, I was only a college Junior, with grad school and a laboratory career ahead of me. The last thing I needed to worry about now was my place in Damian’s life…
But it felt so natural.
Once the ring had been on my finger, along with everything explained for me, my world just felt like it was finally spinning the right way.
What the hell am I going to tell Christa?
The thought of that conversation put a big, dopey smile on my face. There was so much stuff I had to update her on…
“…Princess?”
Shit! I realized that I’d zoned out.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“You forgot one,” he grinned wickedly. “You know what that means…”
I nodded sympathetically.
My eyes went forward again as he lifted up his hand again, ready to strictly punish me for losing my concentration…
SMACK!
“One!”
This time, after we’d started over, I didn’t let my thoughts wander. Determined to be a good little girl for him, I focused only on the delicious, tender pain; with every last spank of his hand, my reddening cheeks stung wonderfully against the cool, crisp air.
As usual, he slowly lifted the intensity as we went down the round. Over our sessions together, I was gradually acclimating to the pain; now, I barely moved until the last two spanks.
SMACK!
“Nine! Yellow!” I called out.
Of course, we’d restarted halfway through… so I was already tender and a little jumpy.
Damian stopped briefly, and I felt his gaze on me. His fingertips lightly ran across my flushed, sensitive skin before he dipped down and planted another little kiss on either cheek.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I told him.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes please,” I nodded. “More.”
“Very well then…”
SMACK!
“…TEN!” I shouted with a wince. Before I forgot and made that mistake again, I quickly added: “Thank you, Daddy.”
Damian nodded approvingly, his fingertips tracing along the curvature of my body. They ended just along my neck, and a shudder slipped down my back.
“You’re very welcome, Princess…”
My lifelong beloved lingered there, in that spot; I wondered what he could possibly have in mind for us next.
Damian ordered: “Get up on the desk.”
I nodded obediently. My feet had only taken me a few steps around before his hand grasped around my wrist.
“No. This side.”
My eyes faced the open door. I couldn’t see through to the end of the hallway, but if he was going to take me here, I’d be on display for anyone who wandered down that hallway…
The thought somehow turned me on.
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied sweetly.
My raw ass protested as I hopped up onto the edge of his desk, but I did as I was told. My lover strolled in front of me, admiring my body as usual. Damian never failed to make me feel sexy, and I loved that
about him.
He stopped directly in front.
His strong palms slid up my thighs; Damian drew closer, pulling me into a deep, loving kiss. I dangled my arms over his shoulders, holding him against me as we lost ourselves to the hungry, passionate dance of our brushing tongues.
“I love kissing you,” he whispered at a pause.
I knew I was beaming at his words. “From now on, Babe… you can do it all the time…”
With his forehead pressed to mine, he nodded in affection. I loved how he made me feel; it made me so happy inside that it was him all along – Damian, my old fantasy, the ghost of my past who became the love of my life.
We pulled each other close again, drawn into the longing of each other’s love.
I took his face into my hands.
“Better make use of the time…”
“Couldn’t agree more…”
Damian’s hand clamped onto my left thigh as he licked two fingers on his other one. With a devious glint in his eyes, he plunged them into the wet opening of my pussy.
“Daddy, fuck…”
“Not just yet, sweetheart,” he half-growled as he watched my expression change. “But certainly before I let you leave this office…”
My hands clamped onto the shoulders of his expensive jacket suit. I tried to suppress a moan as my eyes slid towards the open door, checking that the coast was still clear.
“No,” he insisted. “Eyes on me.”
I nodded. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Also…” he whispered darkly.
Don’t you dare do this to–
“Don’t come.”
I grunted in complete frustration. Of course he’s going to do this again, time limits be damned…
With his fingers rapidly stroking inside my slickened chasm, Damian pulled a little closer. My dangling knees were pushed further apart with his presence; I moved one hand from his shoulder to brace myself atop his desk.
“You’re going to come so hard on my cock, Princess,” my lover growled into my ear. “Can you feel how badly it needs you? It’s a furnace in my slacks, ready to play…”
The other hand came off of his shoulder. I reached for his waistband, unclasping the button of his slacks and dropping them to his knees. His boxers were up again, but I dug his hard, hot dick out and began stroking it while he fingered me.
He groaned with satisfaction.
“That’s right, baby…”
We stayed locked in that position for a while. Damian’s fingers worked me so perfectly inside, finding and hitting just the right spot so easily. Had he not given that command, I probably would have already climaxed once or twice; I bit my lip, shoved the orgasms back down into the ether, and let him tease me all the while.
But I took the chance to return the favor. I pulled my hand from his cock, licking his precum clean before jacking him off longer. I could sense the strain he felt as his legs tensed up or his face lightly scrunched up with deep satisfaction.
As tempting as it was, I wasn’t willing to give him the same order again. There wasn’t a clock around, and I didn’t want us losing too much track of the time…
“I won’t let myself get off like this,” he clarified with a groan after a few minutes. “When I come, it’s only going to be deep inside your deep, wet cunt…”
The filthy talk made me shiver with delight.
An open-mouth grin crossed my face as I slightly tightened my grip on his shaft. “You just love this tight little pussy, don’t you, Daddy?”
“I do,” he agreed huskily.
“Don’t you just love how it drains those big, heavy balls of yours?” I seductively cooed, lightly grasping his sack and rolling his balls. “I’ll bet you’ve already got so much come in here again…”
Damian growled with primal pleasure.
I felt his fingers inside me skip a beat.
Yes, I thought. I’ve got him…
“Come on, Daddy,” I moaned for him. “Just bend me over this big, powerful desk of yours and show me how badly you need me…”
Damian pulled his fingers free and grabbed me by the shoulders. He coerced me down onto my back across his desk, hoisting my legs over his shoulders.
“I can’t hold back any longer,” he gasped.
“You don’t have to…”
Still mostly dressed in his business suit, my CEO fiancé pulled my hips close. I felt him line up the tip of his saliva-soaked cock against my wet pussy, and then–
“Fuuuuck…” I moaned with his thrust.
“You’re soaked for me, Princess,” he grunted as he hilted himself against me on the first try. “This birth control thing was a great idea…”
I could only nod in a heavy daze.
Damian was pulling my hips further to the edge, giving us both a better angle as he thrust into me again. His penetration was even deeper inside my body now, and I let out a barely controllable moan.
“Princess,” he groaned. “A little loud there…”
“I don’t care who hears anymore…”
He didn’t question it. Instead, he bent over me and began fucking me in earnest; I could feel how my ass was just barely off the edge of the desk, my ankles resting on his shoulders.
“Fuck, Daddy!” I bit my bottom lip, but it was no good to silence my cries. “Goddammit, I love your fucking cock inside me…”
“Oh, trust me,” he grunted between thrusts. “It definitely loves being there…” He shrugged off his suit jacket to the floor.
With another moan, I grasped onto his hard biceps through his dress shirt. If not for it being in the middle of his workday, I’d have insisted he match me in nakedness – but I wanted every second I could get with him. If that meant I had to compromise on the clothes this time, well… I figured I could live with that.
He fucked me like that for ages, every so often adjusting my hips on the desk’s edge. I loved pulling him into the occasional deep, throaty kiss, and how I could stare longingly into his face as he powerfully dominated me from above.
Something occurred to me.
“I’ve got an idea,” I moaned.
Damian pulled back so that I could hop down from his desk. I took him by the tie and swayed my hips around towards the window…
But I surprised him.
Instead of placing my palms against the glass, I climbed knees-first into his executive chair; I pressed the back forward, which dropped the angle as I pushed my ass out for him.
I glanced at him over my shoulder.
“Daddy,” I ordered him. “Fuck me.”
Damian’s face slowly lit up into a proud, satisfied grin. He stepped behind me, grabbed my hips and forced his throbbing erection into me.
I wasn’t prepared for how good it felt.
“Oh fuck…”
The angle was perfect. I shifted my knees in the soft seat of the chair, arching my back. My hands clamped onto the top of his seatback as he strengthened his posture before fucking me into total oblivion.
I loved how he made my ankles bounce as he dominated me in that chair. I had never touched his private throne, let alone been fucked in it…
That was probably going to change.
Luckily, it didn’t squeak with our motions; otherwise, there wouldn’t have been a soul on this floor who didn’t know what was really happening in this office. But it did click fairly constantly with each thrust, which was only drowned out by our moans and filthy talk.
“Fuck my pussy, Daddy…”
“You feel so good on my cock…”
“Daddy, make me your whore…”
“You already are, Princess…”
“God, you’re so hard inside me…”
“Fuck! You’re so wet and tight…”
The chair rocked thunderously as my lifelong beloved fucked me, harder and harder. We didn’t care who saw or who heard. The passion of our heated, passionate sex could no longer be stopped.
A groan escaped my lips.
“I need it, Daddy
…”
Damian’s words came in a heaving pant. “I know you do, Babygirl, just a little longer…”
“I don’t think I can hold on…”
It was true.
It was a ridiculous turn-on that Damian and I were fucking during the middle of his working hours; we knew that one of his passing employees could hear us at any moment, and it kept me on the cusp of unstoppable arousal.
I had already resisted a handful of mounting orgasms as it was, and my stamina against them was rapidly dropping.
“Okay, Baby,” he conceded with a groan.
I pleaded. “Tell me in your special way…”
Damian pulled my hair back by the fistful, his lips brushing my ear. As his hot, husky breath wafted over the lobe, he commanded:
“Come for me, Princess…”
He held that grip and jackhammered me into total, yielding surrender. With that permission, I let go of my internal restraints and lost myself in how amazing our rhythm felt against that rapid, seamless click-click-clicking of the chair…
“Daddy!” I cried. “I’m gonna come!”
“Do it, Baby! Come with me!”
The fact that I knew he was on the edge too only made my climax harder. I shuddered from toe to tip, my knuckles white atop the seatback as my inner core exploded with release.
My body had stiffened with pleasure, but Damian’s was only speeding up. His hips crashed against mine again and again with a power that I feared would reduce his chair to shrapnel…
But then he gave one last thrust with a howling groan, burying his thick cock as far into my wet chasm as possible. Still quivering with my own steady string of climaxes, I felt his steamy orgasm burst inside in great, mighty spurts.
We panted in unison, our breathing slowly matching as my multiple orgasm ended.
My limbs were still shaking when Damian’s tie braced the sweat on my back; towering from behind, he groaned with satisfied release as he slowly bent over me to plant a kiss.
With one last little shudder, I was all too eager to turn and meet his lips with my own.
“That was hot as fuck,” he whispered.
I managed a fatigued nod.
He reached for a napkin from a nearby box. After he handed me the tissue, I placed it against my lower lips to catch the rest of his dripping load before he slowly extracted himself.