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Submissive
I’m sitting at my desk towards the end of the day, reading glasses on, shirt unbuttoned, hair in a sloppy bun, relaxed, reading over my calendar for the week. He walks in, nonchalant as ever, takes one look at my state of dress with a puzzled but intrigued eyebrow arched. “Ahem” He alerts me to his presence as if I didn’t know he’d be coming in here at this time. I snap my head up and assess him. His eyes darken with lust, shoulders hunched in an attack stance. I lift my eyebrow at him in question. He takes a step forward, smirking at me, an animal hunting his prey. “What are you doing?” I’m almost nervous. Almost. We are at work and, though the walls are soundproof, I don’t want to risk anything.
“We can’t do this here. You know that.” I pretend to protest as he comes to stand in front of me. With my eyes downcast in correct manner he reaches under my chin to tilt my head back and I resist at first. He adds more force and I have no choice but to comply, keeping my eyes low. “Look at me, damn it.” My eyes move swiftly up to pierce his in plea. I’m close to begging him, not here, not now. He leans down to kiss me, once, twice, three times down my jaw. His lips slide from my collar bone to my lips in one swift motion. I can feel his hunger growing and I pull away, regretting it the moment after I did it. His smirk turns into an outright grin as he pulls me up and bends me over my desk. He lifts up my knee length grey pencil skirt to find I’ve chosen a thong for the day. He slides his finger down my slit slowly, making me clench my legs together. “Already so wet for me? I like that. A lot.” He holds me down by my neck and pulls his pants down.
“I’m gonna make this fast and hard baby. You ready?” He doesn't give me a chance to respond. He rolls a condom over his dick and slams into me, making me cry out. “YES!” He’s pounding away so fast I can barely keep up. His other hand snakes around to rub my clit and it’s my undoing. I come, violently, clenching around him, dragging him over the edge with me.
“We can’t do this here. You know that.” I pretend to protest as he comes to stand in front of me. With my eyes downcast in correct manner he reaches under my chin to tilt my head back and I resist at first. He adds more force and I have no choice but to comply, keeping my eyes low. “Look at me, damn it.” My eyes move swiftly up to pierce his in plea. I’m close to begging him, not here, not now. He leans down to kiss me, once, twice, three times down my jaw. His lips slide from my collar bone to my lips in one swift motion. I can feel his hunger growing and I pull away, regretting it the moment after I did it. His smirk turns into an outright grin as he pulls me up and bends me over my desk. He lifts up my knee length grey pencil skirt to find I’ve chosen a thong for the day. He slides his finger down my slit slowly, making me clench my legs together. “Already so wet for me? I like that. A lot.” He holds me down by my neck and pulls his pants down.
“I’m gonna make this fast and hard baby. You ready?” He doesn't give me a chance to respond. He rolls a condom over his dick and slams into me, making me cry out. “YES!” He’s pounding away so fast I can barely keep up. His other hand snakes around to rub my clit and it’s my undoing. I come, violently, clenching around him, dragging him over the edge with me.
Published 28th Aug 2016
| Edited 18th Dec 2016
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