Alexandra
Ismoothmyshaking hands down over my white button-down shirt and black pencil skirt. Gulping down a steadying breath, I open the heavy wood-paneled door and step inside the spacious private office.
"Mr. Laurian, you called me."
"Yes, Ms. Frey, please come in." He lifts his gaze for a second, then continues working, his fingers racing across the keyboard with the speed of light. Holding my head high, I trot over, deliberately putting one foot in front of the other as if I'm a model on a runaway.
"How may I help you, Sir?" He stops typing and lounges against his high-backed chair.
"Ms. Frey, which part of I need you to send me the report by close of day today did you not understand?" The cold burn of his glare speeds up my pulse dangerously.
"Not only have you failed to send me the report on time, but it's full of mistakes." He leans forward and slides the paper, showing me the errors highlighted in red.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I got distracted by answering urgent calls and emails. It won't happen again." Lowering my gaze, I clasp my hands together. "Type your bloody report yourself next time," I mutter under my breath.
"What was that, Ms. Frey? I didn't quite catch what you were saying. Could you repeat, but louder this time, please?" he demands with a silken thread of warning in his voice. I gaze at him through my lashes as pain shoots through the bottom of my heels. The freaking six-inch stilettos are killing my feet.
"Erm, I said, maybe next time you can do it yourself, Sir." My voice comes out breathy. He throws his head back, releasing a guttural laugh. When he stops, he opens a drawer and takes out a ball gag. Whoops, you're in trouble now, Allie. He pushes himself to his feet and walks with long, deliberate steps in my direction.
"Open wide, Ms. Frey. This will teach you to keep your sassy mouth shut." I jerk my chin in agreement, opening my mouth wide. He pushes the silicone ball into my mouth and behind my teeth.
My jaw tenses as he adjusts the strap on my head. Crap, what if my nose gets stuffy and I can't breathe?Tap the desk with both hands, I remind myself.
"Bring me the flogger. Get on all fours and crawl, Ms. Frey." Tilting his head, he folds his arms across his chest. Bobbing my head, I obey him wordlessly.
I crawl to the playroom, the hardwood floor biting my knees, only rising to my feet to grab the short black and red suede flogger. It's my favorite. Dragging myself back, I lower my gaze and hand him the flogger.
"Good girl. On your feet. Bend over the desk. Don't move until I say so. Is that understood?" I incline my head before hoisting myself up and bending over the table. Putting his hands on my thighs, he hitches my skirt up with a painfully slow movement.
He glides his hand languidly up and down my inner thigh, coming closer to the apex with every upstroke. Mmm, this feels so good. My core quivers and moisture floods my pussy. Sliding his hand up, he rubs my ass cheeks in circular motions, then squeezes them hard. I expel needy, muffled mewls. Raking his fingers through my hair, he pulls my head back and brings his hand to my ass cheek. Whack…Whack…Whack…Whack. The loud noise of the slaps reverberates in the air. I inhale and exhale through my nostrils, rocking my hips from side to side as searing pain lashes across my backside.
"Tap on the desk if you want me to stop, Ms. Fray," He instructs me while caressing my exposed skin with the soft tails of the flogger. I nod in agreement.
The first strike lands on my buttock light as a feather. Damn him, it's like giving trail mix to a chocolate addict. As if he could hear my thoughts, he strikes me in random patterns, alternating between my ass and thighs, increasing the strength and speed. Oh yeah, hit me harder. I groan against the invasive fullness of the ball gag, saliva dripping from my mouth onto my chin. Stopping, he caresses my burning, aching flesh. I jerk my body, weak moans escaping around the ball gag as his teeth clamp on my tender flesh, pulling hard.
"Your ravishing butt belongs to me. I can't wait to claim your tight, virgin ass, Ms. Frey."
Nipping my other buttock, he sucks it in his mouth and lets go with a pop, then runs his tongue over the sore spots, soothing the ache. As I close my eyes, relaxing into the feeling of his tongue taking away the edge of the white-hot pain, the flogger connects with my skin. The endorphins rush through my blood, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. My clit throbs painfully and moisture drips between my trembling legs as he strikes the underside of my buttocks. I rub my mound on the rim of the desk, desperate for a release. I've never felt this turned on in my life.
"Naughty, naughty girl. Don't come until I tell you to." He smacks the squishy part of my ass cheek, then gently massages my flaming skin. I grunt in response.
Moving his hand between my legs, he strokes my crotch up and down with featherlight touches, alighting every nerve in my body. I open my legs wider, encouraging him to touch my soaked cunt. He rubs my clit in a rhythmic motion before increasing his pressure and speed, sending involuntary shudders through my body. I moan deep in my throat, grinding against his hand, seeking relief before I combust. He slips his thumb inside, pumping in and out as he continues the assault on my swollen, hard nub.
"Come for me now, Ms. Frey," he commands, his deep, husky voice tipping me off the brink. Like a ticking bomb, the tension inside me explodes, waves of pleasure ripping through me.
Releasing the grip on my hair, he unbuckles the gag, which falls out of my mouth to the desk with a thud. Closing my mouth, I pull a breath through my nostrils.
"You have been a good girl and earned for me to remove the ball gag."
"Thank you, Sir."
Without saying a word, he nestles between my legs. Unzipping his pants, he rubs his rock-hard cock over my swollen flesh, coating himself in my wetness. He pauses briefly in front of my entrance, then pushes himself inside, filling and stretching me. Using my hair as reins, he rides me fast and rough, rocking my body. My breathing comes in jagged gasps, one after the other.
"Grind that tight, hot pussy on my cock. You're here to be of service. Please me, Ms. Frey," he orders, his breath coming in quick gasps.
I rotate my hips, clenching my muscles tightly around his hard, pulsing length. He groans, pulling out and slamming back in, pressing harder, deeper. His fingers tap my overwrought nub and the orgasm hits me like a tornado. My pussy throbs and pulses, milking his cock as he continues to pound me.
"Ahh, fuck. You are the best little sub I've ever fucked." He bucks and growls, spilling himself into me.