DIRTY DESIRES: FORBIDDEN STEAMY STORIES

His Forbidden Intern III

The next morning Adrian woke me at six with a text.

Shower. Dress for the office. Black blouse, black skirt, no bra, no panties. Hair up. Meet me in the kitchen.

I followed every instruction. When I walked into the kitchen he was already dressed in a charcoal suit, drinking coffee. He looked me over and nodded once.

Good girl. Sit down .

He placed a small black box on the table. Inside were two silver n****e clamps connected by a thin chain and a small remote controlled bullet vibrator.

These stay on you all day, he said. Clamps under the blouse. Vibrator inside you. I control the remote. If you come at the office without permission the punishment will be severe. If anyone notices and asks, you will smile and say nothing. Understood?

Yes Sir.

He had me open the blouse. His hands were steady as he attached the clamps. The bite of metal made me gasp. Then he told me to bend over the counter. He slid the bullet vibrator deep inside my already wet p***y and switched it on at the lowest setting. A soft buzz filled me. My knees nearly buckled.

Stand up and button the blouse. Look at me.

I did as he instructed. The clamps pulled with every breath. The vibrator hummed quietly.

You will work your normal day, he said. At lunch you will come to my office. Until then you endure. If the intensity becomes too much you may text the word yellow. Red ends everything. Otherwise you take what I give you.

Yes Sir.

The office felt different with the toys on my body. Every step made the vibrator shift. Every time I reached for a file the clamps tugged. Mid morning the intensity increased without warning. I gripped the edge of my desk and bit the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. A soft moan still slipped out. A coworker looked over. I forced a smile and pretended to cough.

At twelve thirty my phone buzzed.

My office now.

I walked the hallway on unsteady legs. His assistant was at lunch. The door was unlocked. I stepped inside. He locked it behind me.

Bend over the desk, princess.

I bent. He flipped my skirt up and checked that the vibrator was still seated. Then he turned it up high. I cried out, the sound muffled against my arm.

Ahhhh Sir fuck

Quiet, he ordered. The walls are thick but not soundproof. If you make too much noise someone will hear how much of a filthy little intern you are.

He left the vibrator on high and walked around to sit in his chair. He unzipped his trousers and stroked himself while watching me shake.

You will stay like that until I say otherwise. Take the pleasure. Do not come.

I moaned into my arm as the vibrations drove me higher. My hips jerked. Sweat gathered at the base of my spine. He kept me there for twenty minutes, adjusting the intensity whenever I got too close. Tears of frustration leaked from my eyes. When he finally turned it off I was sobbing quietly.

On your knees. Under the desk.

I crawled under the large wooden desk. He rolled his chair forward so my face was between his thighs. His c**k was hard and thick. He guided it into my mouth.

You will keep me warm while I take a call, he said. No teeth. No moving unless I thrust. If you do well I might let you come before you go back to your desk.

He answered a conference call. I held his c**k in my mouth, saliva pooling, jaw aching, while he discussed quarterly numbers in a calm voice. Every so often he thrust deeper, forcing me to take more. I moaned around him and he pinched my clamped n****e hard in warning. The pain mixed with the fullness in my mouth and the emptiness of my denied orgasm until I was dripping onto the floor.

When the call ended he pulled me up by the hair and kissed me roughly.

Good girl. Stand up. Hands on the desk.

He removed the vibrator, bent me over, and finally pushed his c**k into my soaked p***y in one long stroke. I moaned loudly. He covered my mouth with his hand and f****d me hard and deep, the desk shaking with every thrust.

This is what you signed up for, princess, he growled in my ear. Getting used under your boss’s desk. Getting f****d while the company works on the other side of the door. You are my dirty little secret now.

I came hard around him, moaning into his palm, legs shaking. He kept thrusting through it, then pulled out and came across my ass and the small of my back, marking me.

Clean yourself up in the private bathroom. Go back to work. The clamps should stay on. The vibrator goes back in. I will see you at the penthouse at seven. Do not be late.

I returned to my desk with his c*m still drying on my skin under my clothes and the toys humming inside me again. The rest of the afternoon was pure torture and pure heat. Every email I sent, every polite smile I gave, I was his. Owned. Used. Already addicted.

At 6:55 PM, I stood outside his penthouse building again, heart racing, body aching, ready for whatever came next.