Desk job
830 Words
How am I not done with these emails?
"Sir, would you like more coffee or anything?"
"Another cup would be nice, thank you. " I am glad he wanted something because I need to stretch.
That's when I hear a knock on the door. This is it. I have to try and do this right.
I open the door and there is a man there holding some papers.
"Good morning sir can I help you."
"Why hello there. I wasn't aware, Mr. Miller had a secretary. Could you hand him these papers for me. He sticks his hand out and drops them before I can take them.
"Oops, I apologize, miss."
"Oh no, It was my fault. Let me get them."
I bend over picking up all the scattered papers. Before I can get the last one, Ross comes over and takes it. He looks mad, and I feel nervous.
He walks over to the man.
"Get a good look!" He yells before slamming the door in the guys face. I back up feeling scared. I screwed up.
"I am sorry, sir. I didn't mean to lose those papers. Please don’t be mad."
His face softens, and he gently caresses my arms.
"Sweetheart, I am not mad at you. I mad at that guy for being a pervert." I think back to what he said. That guy was watching me pick up those papers. Oh! He was watching me bend over. I feel kind of dirty now. Did he even drop those papers by accident.
"I see now. I only like it when you look at me like that. I feel creeped out when someone else does it."
"Why is that?"
"Because I like you, Daddy. I don't like anyone else." I know I slipped calling him daddy, but it felt like it was okay.
He drops his pencil.
"Can you get that for me?"
"Yes, sir."
I bend over in front of him. I wait before getting up as his hands travel around my bottom. It feels extra naughty being in the office. I slowly stand up and hand him his pencil.
"Good girl," he whispers before taking his seat.
I take my seat and feel a little uncomfortable from being turned on. I start shifting in my seat.
"You okay Edith?"
"No, sir. You have created a need."
"Perhaps I should give you your gift early."
"You got me a gift?" He hands me a small box with ribbon around it.
I undo the ribbon and open it.
It's a ball. Wait, a ball gag?
"Daddy, what's this for."
He gets up from his desk and walks in front of mine.
"If you wear that, Daddy can take care of your needs without you getting too loud."
"Thank you! Can you help me try it on?"
"Come here." I instantly obey.
He turns me around and helps strap it on. Thankfully, my hair is pulled out of the way.
"Do you want to test it out?" I shake my head up and down excitedly. It feels weird but not too uncomfortable.
He pushes me over his desk and slaps my a**. The sound I make is muffled, but I am not sure if it's quiet enough. He starts pushing up my skirt and undoing his pants with haste.
"I have been wanting to bend you over the desk the moment I seen you in those f***ing heels." He rubs me under my thong, making me even more wet. He pulls my thong to the side, entering my wet core.
Normally, he likes to toy with me more, but there is a feeling of desperation this time. Like he needs me as much as I need him. He holds my head back by my ponytail and bites my neck. The pain feels so good when it's mixed with pleasure. When he lets go, I feel a rush. I try hard to grip the desk as he is pounding into me. When I reach my climax, I can feel him c***ing too. He undoes my gag, and I drool. I grab tissues and clean my face up.
"The restroom is in there if you need to clean up."
"Thank you."
I walk into the room, feeling a little disoriented and wobbly.
I clean up myself and get my clothes back in place. I look in the mirror to check my makeup when I see it.
The bite mark on my neck is very clear and noticeable. I feel panic. If mom sees this, she will know. I take a paper towel and run it under cold water. I place it over the bite. Maybe it just needs some cold to make it less puffy.
"Is everything okay in there."
I remover the paper towel and have no luck. the bite mark isn't going away.
"No!"
"Can I come in?"
"Yes!" I unlock the door, and he comes in.
"What’s wrong?"
"This!" I move my blouse over more and show him.
- Writer
