Morning. I opened my eyes seconds before my alarm started blasting wake-up call.
I squirmed in my bedsheets, which were wrapped around my body like a python. Struggling to reach for my alarm, I slammed it off, curling back into my bed and closing my eyes, my thoughts drifting to Mr. Reeves, my heart racing at the thought of what today might bring. The dust danced in the beam of light, and I leaped out of bed. I didn’t want to be late, or make a bad impression on Mr. Reeves, unsure of how he’d react to that after discarding me yesterday.
Maybe I should be late? If I was late, maybe he’d... punish me. I bit my lip, the thought of his firm hand squeezing my ass.
I dashed out the door and got in my car, driving off to work.
***
Mr. Reeves acted like nothing had happened. His coldness was strange and disconcerting. I tried to busy myself with menial tasks for the morning, but it wasn’t much use. I couldn’t focus very well. Just before lunch time, he finally called on me, asking me to come into his office.
I stepped into his office, the sensation of being in there completely different. The energy was mellow, cold almost.
“You wanted to see me Mr. Reeves?”
“Yes,” he said, indifference clouding his voice, “There are some files I need in the archives, in the basement.”
He told me the file numbers and where they would be.
“Oh, and you have to use the stairs. The elevator doesn’t go to the basement, the stairs to the basement are only on the main floor.” I nodded, hoping that if I was quick enough I might get a reward. Or maybe, slow enough, I might need another lesson.
I rushed out, almost jogging down the hall. The elevator opened on the lobby floor and let me out, and I ignored Sasha’s stare. I was so sick of her. I found the emergency stairs to the basement, finding them distasteful, too narrow and dimly lit.
The basement itself smelled rank, like damp paper. I crinkled my nose, opening the door into the archives. Concrete floor, concrete walls, barely adequate fluorescent lighting. Stacks and stacks of boxes filled with folders and papers stretched wall-to-wall. There must have been thousands of documents down there, but I only needed one.
I walked down the stacks, sidestepping small puddles of water. The hiss and roar of the building’s pipes echoed throughout the room.
I heard the stair door open and shut again. Someone else? Mr. Reeves?
“Hello?” I called out, to only receive silence. This was too creepy. “Hello?” I yelled louder.
“Hi, Kari.” Sasha’s voice rang out. She appeared out of the shadows and stood several feet away from me, her arms crossed.
“What do you want?” I fumed, I did not want to see her.
“To stop whatever it is you’re planning with Mr. Reeves.”
I shot her a look of disgust. Who the fuck does she think she is? “What does it mean to you anyway?”
“Mr. Reeves is mine.” She scowled, taking a step closer to me.
“Yours? Are you married to him or something?”
“No, but I will be one day, He’ll be all mine. We’ve been together before, and it’ll happen again, and I don’t need you fucking it all up. So you better watch your step, or something terrible could happen. Did you know why his last secretary quit her job?”
“No. And I don’t believe you. How could you two be together? You’re too crazy. He said you were just a secretary.”
“A secretary?!” she fumed, “He would say that... he’s just protecting me. The last one quit because she couldn’t handle the idea of Mr. Reeves and I being together, and she started to act... inappropriately with him. She didn’t quit, he fired her. I advise you back down yourself. I saw your face the other day, I know what happened.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yeah you do, you lying bitch.” Her voice was wavering, unsteady and filled with anxiousness. “I said he’s all mine, I don’t know why you get all the attention, he always ignores me. But I’ll show him how special I really am. I will, and then he’ll want me and no one else.”
I shook my head, “You’re crazy!”
“No! I’m not. I’m not. You better watch your step, Kari. Just some friendly advice.” She backed away, disappearing back behind some shelves. I heard the door open and close, footsteps climbing the stairs.
I shuddered. How could she work here and be that psychotic? Does Mr. Reeves even know?
“God I hope so.” I muttered, finding the archived files and picking the box up. I hoisted it down from the shelf and gripped it as tightly as possible, the cardboard weak from age.
I managed to get them carried up the stairs, trying my best to ignore Sasha as I turned the corner into the elevator. I dropped the excuse of a box on the floor of the elevator and pressed the “7” as hard as I could, just wanting the door to close and Sasha’s stare to get off my body.
***
I couldn’t take that bitch anymore, so I stormed back into his office. He smiled when he saw me and the archived files, but his appreciation faded when he noticed my frown.
I dropped the box on his desk with a loud slam.
“Do you realize that Sasha is fucking bonkers?” I said, my arms crossed.
He looked through the box, rifling through it with delicate fingers. He stopped. “Oh... I do.”
“Do you like her?” I asked, nervously staring at the wall. “She said you were together, that she was going to have you all to herself again.”
“What? What brought this up?”
“What about before? Did that never happen?”
He sighed, looked down and running his hand through his hair. “We were together... once. It was a mistake.”
“Like what happened yesterday this week was a mistake?” I turned and scowled at him. He opened his mouth, then closed it.
“No. That wasn’t a mistake.”
“Prove it.” I said, fuming. I was sick of his games and coyness, I wanted him to step up.
He nodded. “I will. Would you like that?” He scooped me up, his hands holding my waist firmly. “Would you like if I fucked you right here in this office?”
I blushed, losing my rage and anger.
“I think that’s a yes.” He pushed the box off the desk, papers spilling out and scattering across the floor. He cleared off the rest of his desk, before picking me up and setting me on the hard surface.
His fingers were quick, unbuttoning my blouse with impressive dexterity. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth to my neck. Begging him to kiss me.
His lips kissed my neck, running over my clavicle. He finished with my blouse, tearing it off me in a frenzy, my bra the only thing between him and his prize.
He kissed my lips, his tongue pushing into my mouth. I moaned softly, his hand undoing my bra and sliding it off me. He cupped my breast, the warmth of his hand flowing through me like a powerful energy.
“Oh Kari,” he groaned, pushing me further onto the desk. My arms held me up as he kissed my body, working his lips around my breasts and my waist, before he pulled my skirt off, revealing my white lace panties.
He inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. He put himself between my legs, my calves balanced delicately on his shoulders. “Mmm, beautiful,” he muttered, kissing my left calf and working his way up to my knee. I blushed, amazed by his completely unabashed euphoria with my body. I wasn’t used to it, at all.
“Mr. Reeves, you’re -- you’re embarrassing me...” I said, sincere.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about Kari, you’re a gorgeous woman.” His mouth was close to my pussy now, and I ached for it. His breath coiled through the thin material, and just the sensation of his hot breath sent shivers through my spine.
He nibbled on my panties, carefully gripping them with his teeth and pulling them off my body. He took them off and tossed them to the floor, before diving back in again.
His tongue was nimble, much more than I could have ever dreamed of. His wet tongue complimented my wet folds, s
liding easily between them, sending me reeling with ecstasy, my sighs and moans echoing through his office. As he worked me into a deep lather, his tongue excitedly dancing on my clit, the phone rang out in the reception area.
It was only then that I remembered where we were, his office, at work. And I was completely naked. I sat up, holding myself up with my elbows. I looked out at his door, slightly ajar from when I first came in.
“Ignore it Kari, this is a moment for us.”
“But.. The door,”
“Ignore it as well, just... relax.” He said, pushing my chest back down onto the desk.
I reclined, trying to ignore the phone. He kissed my stomach, moving his way up, climbing atop the desk over me. He reached my neck, and the phone stopped ringing.
He caressed my face, holding it in his hand. He kissed me again, and I felt myself melt into him.
“Jonathan...” I moaned, and he hovered over me, his face inches away from mine. I could smell his cologne again, filling my head with filthy thoughts.
He pushed his finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it, my eyes matching his. He withdrew it, reaching down. I felt the wet tip of his finger graze my clit, and I shuddered, knowing what he was about to do.
“You like this? You want me to finger you?” he teased, his intense eyes piercing mine. I nodded, biting my lip.
He plunged his finger into me, curling it around. I moaned out, wanting to buck into it. It was more than I had anticipated, and I couldn’t even imagine his cock filling me up. He rolled his finger inside me, making a come hither motion.
I felt myself coming ever closer, dipping my back into his hand. The wave of my orgasm rising like the tide inside me.
He kissed me again, our tongues laced around each other. His skill was unimaginable, and he climbed back off the desk to eat me out again. His finger joined in union with his tongue, pushing into me as he forced his tongue against my clit, and I could feel myself grow wetter every second.
As my moans grew in intensity, he slowed, coaxing them out of me. I groaned, not wanting to play games.
“Why are you...” I breathed, “slowing down...?”
“You don’t want me to draw this out?” he whispered.
“I--I don’t know..” I felt my mind sear open, and the pleasure became almost incomprehensible.
He pulled me back a little, letting my ass hang off the desk. He spanked it, Twhack! Twhack! shaking my entire body against the force of his hand. I moaned louder, the sting delicious.
“You like that?”
“Yes, again.”
“Good,” he spanked me again Twhack! “Now it’s my turn.” He stood up, the cliff of an orgasm denied to me. Sexual frustration exploded over me, and I sat up, glaring at him. He unbuckled his pants and released his cock, its hard girth already ready. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip of it, and I gave him a hungry look.
“Take it, what did I say?” he said, “I hope I don’t have to repeat myself...”
“You don’t... Mr. Reeves.” I said, hopping off the desk and kneeling in front of him. I took the cock in my hand, giving it a slap against his stomach before squeezing it off. He moaned, eager for more.
“You like that?” I teased. He nodded, slow and deliberate. I could feel the intensity in his eyes.
I ran my fingers over the head of his cock, the pre-cum slathering itself over his shaft. He groaned, and I looked at him again, admiring his masculine beauty.
I gripped the base of his hard member, lightly licking the tip of it, carefully twisting my tongue over the head of it, giving extra attention to the underside. He moaned, moving his hand to squeeze the back of my head.
I stopped him, pushing his hand away. “No.” He tried his best to hold his hands still, by gripping the desk underneath him.
I pushed my mouth over the cock, sucking on it loudly. I was careful to soak the whole thing in my saliva, knowing that it was going inside me soon enough, and I wouldn’t want any complications.
Not that it was going to be a problem. I could feel my own wetness slicking my thighs.
He thrust his hips against my face, unable to control himself. I braced myself, placing my tongue at the tip and letting him glide it over it, each pass and pull making his breathing louder and louder.
“Ugh!” He said, pulling his cock out of me and picking me up, his strength surprising. “Turn around,” he demanded, bringing the guest chair up for my knees and pushing my hands onto the desk again.
“I’m going to fuck you raw dear,” he growled, and the thought of it made me break out in goosebumps.
“Please do it. Do it already.”
He lifted my ass up, giving it another smack again. Twhack! Twhack! The sound of his hand on my skin echoing into the room. I turned my head to look at him, to gaze at his frustrated scowl.
He grabbed his cock and drove it into me in one powerful stroke. I gasped, collapsing onto the desk, my tits pushed against the hardwood.
“Oh fuck me!” I cried out, his thick cock throbbing inside me. I couldn’t take it. He pulled his entire dick out of me, before slamming back into me again. He moaned loudly, and I could feel my pussy clench as an orgasm rocked me.
I couldn’t believe it, the wave of euphoria coursing through my veins like a electric current. I bucked, arching my back, pushing my hips onto his cock, digging him deeper into me.
“Oh fuck Kari,” he cried out, squeezing my hips and slamming into me again, his pounding growing faster and more frenzied. I felt my orgasms exploding through me, losing count of them, they blurred together into a giant euphoric mess.
My moans only grew louder, matching the intensity of his cock driving into me. He groaned, “I’m gonna cum...”
“Cum inside my mouth, I want to taste it,” I breathed, and he pulled himself out of me. I sat up and turned to face him as he climbed back onto the desk, his cock meeting my face. I took his cock in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could, dragging his orgasm out of him. He moaned again, pushing the back of my head. His breathing grew shallow, and he tensed up as his seed exploded inside my mouth, large mouthfuls pumped into me.
I swallowed and sucked as fast as I could, taking it all in. His cock was far enough back that I didn’t have to taste a drop, just the warmth of him overflowing into me. His guttural cry continued throughout his orgasm, carrying his voice throughout the floor.
I sucked his cock dry, lightly licking the tip of it before handing it back to him. He caressed my cheek, admiring me.
“Kari... that was beautiful.” He breathed, exhausted. He finished his earlier thought: “I don’t think it was a mistake... Just after what happened with Sasha, I was nervous you’d... change. I hope I’ve proven myself to you.”
I chuckled, reclining back on the desk, sticky with sweat. “I think you have.” I said, staring up at the ceiling. My body still rippled and shook with aftershocks, and a warmth cascaded over me. He climbed up next to me, laying down, his hand on my chest, lightly dancing over my skin.
“She was really normal when she first started working here, but then we had an awkward encounter in the elevator and she changed. She started threatening all my secretaries, and they kept quitting. I was worried that something similar would happen with you, and I didn’t want that. I like you Kari. I want you to keep working for me, to stick around...”
“Well why don’t you just fire her then?”
“I can’t. I’d love to, but I can’t. She has her boss wrapped around her finger, and he won’t listen to me. He thinks she’s perfect. We would have to provide some damning evidence to him, but that’s not the hardest part. The hardest part would be making him see it. Look at it, use it.”
“What kind of evidence?” I tapped my finger on his desk. “What if he saw her making out with you in your office?” I grinned.
“That’s... distasteful. But it could work... he certainly wouldn’t like to see his ‘prized’ secretary with another man, especially one that worked in this building.”
; He thought about it, scratching his stubble. “I think that’ll work, I don’t really like it, but it might be our only chance. He can’t afford to fire me, but she is actually replaceable.”
He looked at me, a coy look entering his eyes. “Now, Ms. Scott, if you’d mind, I need someone to clean up this mess of papers all over my office.”
I grinned, picking up my clothes. “Maybe someone should do it themselves. Someone did make the mess.”
“I think it is a job for a secretary though, and I’d like to watch her bend over and pick them up.”
I nodded, understanding him. I reached for my panties and he pulled them away from me. “No panties though.” I pouted, jokingly.
I pulled my skirt up and put my blouse back on, carefully buttoning each button. I wanted it to be agonizing for him to have to wait for me, and it looked like I was succeeding. I left the top button undone and leaned over to pickup the first batch of papers, scooping them into my left hand. Each handful would get thrown back into the cardboard box.
“My god you’re gorgeous Kari,” he said, stroking his cock, already hard again.
I could get used to hearing that, his voice like velvet. Music to my ears.
“Yes?” I said, bending over to pick up another stack of papers. He shuddered.
“Your curves are just... perfect. Your hourglass figure isn’t like the other women, it’s exquisite.” He said, producing a faux french accent on the final word.
I blushed, picking up the last pile of papers and throwing them into the box. No organization necessary.
“Kari, I don’t think you quite understand,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer. “I’m ravenous for you Ms. Scott.”
He lips touched mine, holding the kiss for what felt like minutes. I swooned and melted, ebbed and flowed through him, our energy uniting and dissipating all at once.
“Jonathan,” I whispered, “What does this mean for us?”
“It means whatever you want it to mean...”
“But Sasha, she’s going to ruin everything.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. I think I like your idea of using some incriminating footage against her. I have a camera at home, I’ll bring it tomorrow. How about you take the day off? I’ll tell Sasha I fired you, because you were getting between us, she’ll eat it up.”
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