by Nawtay Brat
“Number twelve. That will be all, Ms. Palmer.”
“Yes, s—“
“Wait.” Mr. Black catches my wrist. “What’s this?” The polaroid I was about to pick up has a bit of extra white border, like there is another one peeking out from underneath. He takes the edge of the polaroid with thumb and finger, holding it with a sort of disgust like it might be contaminated with something.
His lips curls at one end with a look of displeasure and gives the polaroid a shake. The polaroid stuck to the bottom peels away and falls to the desk face-up.
I gap and cover my open mouth. My eyes light up, locked on the image before Mr. Black.
“Ms. Palmer,” he says, planting an index finger onto the center of the polaroid, “would you mind telling me how this filth ended up in my office?” I can’t believe it. But there it is, right beneath his fingertip. The same selfie I snapped in secret the last time Mr. Black was on top of me, fucking me with my legs in the air, my face in a contortion of spectacular orgasm.
I know I have to respond quickly, but the words won’t come. His shoulders slump with disappointment and one hand moves to the drawer of his desk. The drawer where he keeps the…
“You should know better.” The drawer slides open and his hand dives out of view to fetch something inside. The sound of him rustling through its contents is enough to make me flinch. “Hand on the table, Ms. Palmer.”
“But sir, it was a mista—“
“Now.” His eyes squint with the dissatisfaction of his authority being challenged. The tone of his voice is cold and callous. I immediately regret talking out of turn.
I lean forward to press my hands onto cool glass of the desk, fingers curled around the sides. The drawer slams shut, but I still can’t see what he has pulled out. My hands are numb and shaking; the color has gone out of them. The blood of my extremities is rushing toward the slick heat between my thighs.
Mr. Black moves around the desk, keeping whatever he has pulled out concealed behind him. He moves with such powerful grace. The black of his tailored suit carves out the contours of his perfect male frame, broad shoulders and rippling muscles that stretch the dark fabric thin. Even with my eyelids closed I can feel the penetrating stare of those dark green eyes as he moves behind me.
A soft hand slinks across my skirt, curving over the roundness of my ass as I’m bent over. My weight shifts to one leg as his hand dips between my thighs. A warm wetness seeps through my panties and my insides shudder. I bite down at one corner of my bottom lip, anticipating what was sure to happen next.
The hem of my tight blouse rides up while I’m bent over, exposing the small of my back and the butterfly tattoo underneath. His fingers creep beneath the waist of my skirt one at a time. The fingers slide along the waistline around to the curve of my hips. Then his other hand slips in at the opposite side.
“Mr. Black, I…” But my words are interrupted by the force of his downward jerk on my skirt. He pulls the black cloth down to my knees and I can’t help gasping at the bite of cold against my soft pale ass cheeks. Mr. Black insisted that his office be kept at a frigid sixty degrees Farenheit.
“How many times have I told you to call me Daniel?” He traces an index finger across both cheeks, feeling the course texture of goosebumps there. I lift my ass in the air expectantly… eagerly…
SMACK!
The office walls reverberate with the slapping sound of skin against skin like a cracked whip. My hips jut forward and my back straightens as the pain surges up my spine.
“Sorry, sir.”
“And yet—there you go again.”
SMACK!
His palm lands hard against the other cheek, twice as hard. My shoulders slump forward and I have to take a moment to retrieve my breath.
“Sorry… Daniel.”
“My sweet Delilah… must you make everything so difficult?” Daniel rubs at the spot where he had just spanked me, caressing it tenderly. “Sometimes I wonder if perhaps you enjoy these little sessions of ours too much.” Then he hooks two fingers underneath the crotch of my panties and pulls back, stretching the thin lace fabric until it rips. My ass shivers to the cold air against the wetness of my exposed pussy.
Daniel scoffs, “Unbelieveable… you’re practically gushing already. I’m afriad I’ve been far too soft on you.” I reposition my hands at the edge of the desk in preparation for my next punishment.
My eyelids flutter to the sensation of smooth wood gliding over my skin. He rubs small semicircles with the paddle on the tender spot of my ass, now crimson and raw. I gulp down and shut my eyes tight when the paddle pulls away, bracing myself for the pain to come.
He hesitates a moment, savoring my tense expression before belittling me further with a soft chuckle.
SMACK!
The blow from the paddle is so intense that I can no longer support my weight with my hands. The stinging vibration crawls up my spine and shoots to every nerve. My elbows buckle and my chest collapses forward onto the desk.
I lie there with the side of my face against the cold glass, cheeks hot and flushed and tingling with pleasure. The pace of my breathing quickens as warm, soggy juices trickle between my legs.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
My eyes roll back. My ass burns with a searing pleasure, invading my senses and numbing my thoughts. I can’t feel my face.
“Blacking out so soon?” Daniel grabs a handful of hair and yanks my head back, learning in to whisper in my ear. “Pitiful.” He releases his grip and my head falls back with a thud. My chest heaves against the edge of the desk, the tiny buttons at the bottom of my blouse undone.
Daniel straightens up to fix his suit and tie. “I really thought you were stronger than that.” As my vision returns, I can see him retrieving something from his pocket in my peripheral. “I’m rather disappointed in you, Delilah.”
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 whe
n 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 pictures 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 ha
nds 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.