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“Swing by my office. I need to talk to you.”

As you read the text, a spark of energy pipes through your veins. You’ve been hoping that I would call you to my office or swing by your desk. But in the back of your head, you were also worried that maybe I wasn’t thinking about you at all. Fortunately, reading this message alleviates that fear. Now, your heart beats with a new set of concerns.

You take the stairs to the second floor, then lead yourself to my office. The door is closed. Behind it, you can hear my muffled voice. It is hard to discern what is being said, but you feel safe to assume that I am on a call.

Pondering why I would have summoned you to my office while on a phone call, you casually peer from side to side before sliding into my office. You close and lock the door behind you, then smile and watch as I speak on the phone. You take note of how my cadence never falters. I speak clearly and directly. The sound of my voice reverberates pleasantly in your ears. But you cannot help but notice that you haven’t been acknowledged yet. So you slide a finger down your neck, between your breasts, then you undo the first button on your blouse.

I look at you from the corner of my eye. A smirk etches into my face. The desire to hang up on this call seems increasingly appealing. I point at the phone and my lips silently mouth, “It’s almost over.”

*The call must be crucial. He would have found a reason to cut it short if it wasn’t,* you think to yourself while sauntering across the space between us. You slip another two buttons open. Your eyes never leave mine, and you shiver at the intensity of my gaze. Upon reaching my desk, you lean down and place a barely-there kiss on my soft lips.

I bring you into my lap and break away from the kiss. “One second,” I whisper to you.

My attention is then redirected to the phone. “Listen, Steven. I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have to run to another meeting. I gotta hop off this call, okay? Alright… Thanks… Talk to you later… Bye.” I hang up the phone and return my attention to you.

“Sorry about that,” I say, playing with your next shirt-button. “I got a little surpri—”

But before I can finish the sentence, your lips attach to mine. One of your hands cups the side of my face, reeling me in.

Holding onto the kiss, I pull you off my lap and stand. Your head is forced back to profile for my height. My fingers burrow into the side of your shirt, which is now loosely hanging open, revealing your black plunge bra. I pull your body against mine so that you can feel the crotch of my pants nudging at your thigh.

You squirm against me. Excitement builds in your chest as our heartbeats quicken together. I break our kiss to nuzzle my face into the crook of your neck and nibble at your soft skin. I plant gentle kisses along the trail of your collar bone. My hands reach around your back, dropping to your rear and grabbing your ass. I squeeze firmly. My fingernails dig into you. Soft whimpers drip from your lips.

Your hands travel down my pants and you fuss with my belt. You discover it difficult to focus with my breath beating down on your neck and my strong hands gripping you. But you manage to pull off my belt and successfully unbutton my pants. Your fingers slip underneath my boxer briefs. “Fu-uck. You’re so hard,” you gasp as you delicately reach around the base of my cock.

Powerful emotions swirl inside of me as you start stroking. My grip sinks deeper into your ass. My teeth cut into your neck. Your stroking pace increases, causing moans to fall from my lips.

From behind my office door, muffled chatter can be heard, but the distance and specific words are not clear.

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the office has you questioning yourself. *Am I sure I locked the door?* But the true gravity of the risk isn’t processing. You’re not thinking clearly. The primary attention of your mind is directed to more immediate matters. Like how relieved my moaning voice sounds as play with my cock.

Sensations ripple across my body, negating any consideration that someone might try to walk in. “Bend over the desk,” I command. My hands move to your hips, preparing to turn you around.

You giggle and do as you’re told. Your arms discover a clear space on the desk as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You bend your spine forward so that your ass is pointing towards me.

My fingers run along the end of your dress skirt. I lift the fabric upward, so that it gathers at your hips. Your panties are quickly pulled down, leaving your bare ass exposed to me. Then, I grab your hair from behind, bringing it into a forceful grip as my hard cock presses between your thighs.

You whimper, feeling my cock between your legs.

I grab the base of my cock and line myself up. The tip of my cock barely slips into you. I hold myself there, perfectly happy to keep you waiting in anticipation.

“Please, daddy.” You squirm. “Fuck! You’re so hard. I want to feel you deep inside me,” you whimper with your head held in place by my grip.

I shift my hips forward. “Shouldn’t you be working?” The malicious words ring through your ears as my cock reaches into you.

You gasp. “I should be, but.. but, I’ve been a bad girl.”

“And why is it that you’ve been bad?” I ask, pulling myself back. “Aren’t we paying you to do a good job and be professional?” I ease my hips forward, filling your gut.

A whimper jumps from your lips.

“AREN’T WE?” I press for a response.

You grimace at the sudden fullness. “YES! Yes, you are. Please forgive me, daddy. I promise to be good.”

My cock throbs inside you. Tingling sensations pour from your body to mine, inspiring a primal ferocity within me. “Are you going to be good? Because I just got off a call where I was told that our numbers were wrong.” My cock shifts deeper into you. “And do you know who checked that report?”

You bite your forearm to stifle a scream. “I-I checked the report. I’m s-so sorry. Please don’t be angry with me.”

You try to buck your hips away from me, but I hold you in place.

“Fu-u-uck,” you whimper.

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere.” My voice mocks. “I know it was you, but don’t worry.” I release your hair and span my hand across the side of your face. A significant amount of weight presses your head into my desk, pinning you down. My hips pull back, then shoot forward, now ripping into you with a churning pace. “I’m just going to *fuck* the living shit out of you. That’s all, *slut*.” Angrily, I slap your ass. My weight shoves against your powerless body.

Your thighs are pinched against the corner of my desk. Your breath catches in your throat. Your ass burns like a fire. You know that you are fully deserving of being punished. “Yes, please, please. I’m your little slut,” you cry out.

“Damn right you are. And my little slut is going to do a better *fucking* job. Isn’t that right?” My sharp words elevate the volume in the room. We’re supposed to be keeping it down, but the natural aggression between the two of us has brought us to a point where we are acting recklessly, with little regard for what lies beyond the door. I hammer my cock into you with a powerful tempo. The length of my shaft travels between your lips, disappearing with every thrust forward. My muddled mind takes a few moments to observe the sight. “Fuckkk,” I groan, seeing your juices all over my shaft.

“Yes, yes a much better job,” you yelp between blows. You feel the pressure building. “Please don’t stop!” You feel how wet my cock is and you think about how I am the only man who does this to you. How I am the only man you surrender your body to.

The clapping sound from our bodies echoes around my office. I slam my cock harder and harder into you. Your whole body shakes from the force of my painful stabs. “Yeah, you gonna do a better job for me? I don’t want my favorite employee FUCKING things up anymore. Is that UNDERSTOOD?” My hand whips down against your pretty ass.

“Yes! Yes! Yes, daddy! I-I under-understand!” Your body trembles uncontrollably. The power of each thrust drives into you, numbing your brain. “Too hard, too hard, too hard. It hurts!” you moan as your pussy flexes against my thickness.

I laugh, knowing full well that you don’t actually want me to show any mercy. My hand leaves the side of your face and resumes it’s hold on your hair. This time, with a grip that treats your bunched hair like a handle for leverage. I rip your neck back, forcing your spine to arch deeper. My desk digs into several points on your body, which only adds to the overwhelming sensations that are coursing through your body. You feel powerless, pinned between me and the desk like the little fucking toy that you are.

The desk pinches the skin of your thighs and the pressure points redden. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Somehow through it all, you manage to think about how our co-workers wouldn’t recognize me in this moment. How they know me as a calm, confident man, not this feral, all-consuming, slut-fucker. The wondered of knowing that you are the only one who gets to see this heightens your enjoyment. Your fingers dig into my desk. Your face strains with a dropped jaw. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkk!”

“Do you wanna cum for me?” I ask, powering my cock into you. The pleasure is overwhelming on my end as well. I can feel my willpower slipping, wanting to release inside of you.

“Yes please, daddyyy. I want to cum on your cock so badly.” Your eyes water as I keep pounding into you. You discover it hard to believe the situation you are in. But, it’s so fucking amazing. The way I claim control of you, doing whatever I want to your body. And being the loyal subordinate that you are, you accept your place beneath me.

“Go on, cum for daddy,” I encourage as I pierce into you, spreading your walls. “Cum for daddy. Come on.” My voice is encouraging, taunting, and domineering all wrapped in one.

“FUCKKK!” you scream, completely forgetting where we are. Your hand darts to your mouth, trying to quiet the noise as your bodily spasms reach their apex. You erupts into a series of contortions as you release once, then twice. “Mmmph, mmmph, ahhh,” you whimper mindlessly, feeling that your pussy is still taking a beating.

Your body shakes around me. Your walls apply pressure in a way that breaks down my last bit of mental fortitude. “Oh my goddd,” I moan. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” My body now shakes as I tense up. Cum shoots into you, filling your pussy. The liquid bridges a gap between us, binding us together. You can hear the wonderful exhaustion in my panting breaths and groans. I can hardly even think. All I know is that I feel amazingly close to you.

The aftershocks of our orgasms have you reeling, and your knees fall weak. I pull my cock out of you. Cum drips out, flowing from your pussy to my carpet floor. With the weight of my body easing from the desk, you feel yourself start to fall. I catch you and keep you up. The panting, shivering mess that remains of you anyway.

But apparently, there is something else on your mind. “Please let me down,” you request.

I pull away and ease you to the floor.

You drop to your knees, turn to me, and look up, meeting my gaze.

Your body looks exhausted. Wetness drips from between your legs as you kneel before me. “Please, can I?” you ask.

“Please can you what?”

“Please can I clean you off, daddy?”

I smile and nod. “Go ahead.” My tongue sticks to the top row of my teeth as I wait, watching you.

You wrap your hand around the base of my cock, which is dripping with a mix of our juices. You gently lick my tip. The warm, salty taste of my cum seeps into your lips. Your tongue glides from root to tip. You moan gently as my cock disappears into your mouth. Your hair is a mess and there are splotches of red on your skin from where you were pinned to my desk. Your body feels deeply sore and empty without me inside of you.

I comb my fingers through your hair, moaning as you pull the last bits of pleasure from me. “You are such a good girl,” I say. My voice is filled with awe. I’m amazed and pleased by your submission. I close my eyes and embrace the feeling for a final moment.

Then, I look down at you. “Stand up. We have to get you ready to go back to work.”

You thank me before standing. Your legs are still shaking. I hold you in place; long enough for you to stabilize. Your eyes never leave mine. “I promise to be better for you,” you say.

I give you a smile while straightening your skirt. “I know you will. Give daddy a kiss before you head off.” I pull you in.

You begin the process of re-buttoning your blouse and combing your fingers through your hair. Then, you lean forward on the tips of your toes to reach up to me.

I lower myself slightly, meeting you for a deep kiss. I hold the embrace for several moments before finally releasing and sending you back to work.

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*Author’s Note*

*This story was co-authored by me and* u/Sades4Real. *She is a great writer who is new to the erotica scene, and you should absolutely check out her page. Anyway, thank you for reading. You weren’t doing anything more than that, right? ;)*

*– The Demon Eroticist*

NSFW: yes

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