YOU

You figured it would be just any other day.  Dragging on, tapping your fingers against the desk as the clock ticks and tocks on and on…  What you didn't figure was that he would knock at your office door…  That he would take a moment to waltz in unknowing the hours of company time you've wasted finding excuses to be in the break room at just the right time or the million bathroom breaks to quickly peep at him through his window.  Always searching for those sky blue eyes kissed with a little hazelnut color in the middle. Hoping some day he may compliment yours right back, should your sneak peaks ever be caught and welcomed. You always were a wishful thinker.  You never imagined in this lackluster place your boss would finally, even if for formal matters, would walk towards you.. that he'd be looking straight at you.  You decide to be coy, if this was your only chance to enjoy the delectable figure before you then you were going to have some fun with it.  After all, why the hell not?  "And for what do I owe this unexpected visit," you said, smirking twirling your gold-painted pen between your fingers, leaning back into your seat.  "I'll cut to the chase." He said, and you swore the corners of his lips curved into a devious smile back. Waving his arms around elegantly he bantered on.  "You're behind on last month's project, can’t have my secretary falling behind on me now can we?"  "I don't think overtime is covered by my salary, sir." You could of sworn he was acting flirtatious.  Every girl in the office swooned over him, but none of them were starved for what those buttoned-up shirts were hiding.  They fell for the natural charm, but you? You fell for the hunger he planted within you. The intoxicating fantasies that came every time he simply walked past you and his cologne lingered in the air, reminding you of flowers blooming on a mid summers day being carried by the sea breeze. Feeling you won that argument you scuffed, raising an eyebrow while lowering your gaze to catch a quick peak. Saving a mental image for later tonight.  However, he wasnt going to let you off so quickly. Clearly a man who loves to tease but never accepts defeat. “Actually since you made the mistake, I could cut your pay” He sneered.  He straightened himself and fixed his collar. Walking towards the door he turned his head over his shoulder to ensure you didn't get the last word.  “But perhaps you’d receive a bonus if you committed your time to this important matter” and with that, he exited.  Before you knew it you were blushing and at a small loss. Blinking as you wipe your eyes soaking in the events that just took place.  I guess today you would be staying behind after hours.  “Just what is he up to?” You ask yourself.  It felt like days before every ones clocks started singing that luxurious tune alerting them all their work day had concluded and it was time to go home. Every one would be leaving.. except for you.  By 7:30 you’re only half way through the stack of paperwork that sadistic boss of yours dropped on your desk promptly at 5:00. Apparently she had actually made a mistake and he intended to punish her for it.  “Ughhhh” you groan out. Feeling foolish to think he actually was flirting or insinuating something more than actual work.  “What a f*****g drag” you muel to yourself.  “Something wrong?”  You turn your head and see hes there sitting on the edge of your desk. One leg crossed over the other hands perfectly intertwined with each other.  “Nothing wrong, just tired, sir,” you say, letting him know you misunderstood his intentions was the last thing you wanted. You were just determined to finish this plethora of work and go home. “I don't tolerate lying in this office,” he said as quickly grabbed your chin turning you to face him directly.  “Exc..excuse me” the words fell shakily from your lips as you were taken aback by his actions.  “Don't play foolishly dumb now, my little secretary.” he’s calm, he's collected and his thumb continues rubbing circles over your chin.  “I've been watching you for weeks, those “breaks”, these cute little skirts you prance around it every day.” he continues to trail on.  “Sir…” You try to muster up a rebuttal but your chest is desperate for air as your heart is running marathons practically begging to burst.  “Just say it, Say you want me” he smiles.  It was over for you, you'd been called out caught, and red-handed at that. He could see it written all over your face. He knew you wanted him and needed no further confirmation that his accusations held truth.   Before you had a moment to speak he crashed his mouth to yours.  You gasp, his tongue dancing with yours. His hands tangled in your hair pulling you back as he attacked your neck. Kissing, sucking, biting, and leaving no portion unravished.  He asks again “Say it”  “Say what?” you teased back, panting heavily desperate to catch your breath but not willing to be completely compliant either.  Before you had a moment to react he's abruptly upright and twisted both of your bodies around. Your back now to your desk as he's practically pushing you down.  “Any other job you'd be fired for disobedience” he starts...  “What about this job?” You ask.. Wondering just how far you can test his patience. He was both exhilarating and frightening. He was the pure definition of thrill.  “This job? You’d get a write up. But for me? For me…” He leaned in closer, his mouth almost touching yours. “For me, you’ll get punished” Hes got you pinned. Mouth back to yours. Kissing you so roughly he can can feel you trembling, body heating up.  He pulls back and instructs you to sit upon your desk.  “Take it off.” Instructions clear and direct.  You start unbuttoning your shirt, “No” he sternly states.  You look up, confused until he speaks again. “Just the skirt”.  You comply, wriggling your champaign pink pencil skirt down your legs taking your nylons with it. You sat there with only your blouse ruffled, a few buttons already released, panties and nothing more before him.  “Don’t move unless I say, understood?” He smiles, closing the distance between you two.  “And if I do?” You ask. Curious.  “I think you know the rules by now”  With that, he took a deep inhale and tucked his face into the crook of your neck. His hands trailed lower, stopping at your hips and finding their way under your blouse leaving goosebumps along your abdomen.  His fingers tracing the hem of your panties before slipping between your thighs.  “Spread,” He says. So you do, you spread your legs listening to his demands.  “I never took you for a man who makes demands like this,” You say, growing a little bolder with every move he makes.  “I never took you to be courageous enough to invite a wolf right into your den” snickering back. Grasping the edges of the black lace and slipping them down your leg.  He dared not waste a second as he dove his face between your thighs.  You jerked upward in shock, the sensation taking you by surprise.  He stopped and had you pinned. His eyes bolted wide as he growled, “I told you not to move unless I said so”  “It was an acci-” You had no time to finish. He smashed his lips to yours again and began attacking your flesh below. Without warning he was pumping his fingers erratically. Giving you no time to adjust. He knew you were aroused by his actions, the way he just dominated over you.  You were incharge of so much here, burdened with boredom and constant delegation while maintaining every ones day to day here. But underneath him? In this very moment? He was in charge. You belonged to him and he would show you to let loose and fall into the palms of his very hands.   He could feel your excitement grow, he heard it in the very way your breath hitched and hips bucked at every move he made. You never experienced something so intoxicating but relentless.  “You’re doing so well baby” He says in your ear.  “Maybe I’ll give you a reward.”  Before you knew it he's asking you to c*m for him. He wants to make a mess of you and watch you unravel beneath him and not long after, you did.  He brings his hand up, smirking he brings his fingers to your lips.  “Clean them”  He pushes them inward and watches hungrily as your tongue swirls around the digits he just used to bring you over the edge.  He then pulls back. He leans in and plants a kiss on your forehead, smiling from ear to ear.  Dumbfounded, you tilted your head to the side.  “Clean up, We have reservations.” He said.  ‘’Reservations?” You ask blinking, confused.  “Good girls get rewarded” “Do good girls have the option to stay late?” You laugh back. Finally understanding what he was suggesting.  “This good girl will be working late every day this week” He winks.  As he walks out you fall back onto your desk, tossing your hand above your head.  Looked like work was no longer going to be a bore.