Taming the secretary (1)

I held the tray carefully in my hands trying to balance it walking to his office to give him his coffee, if only I could spit inside.

The steam from the coffee curling upward as I took a deep breath, I’d been rehearsing all morning about how I’d keep my composure. No matter how much I tried to ignore it, the memory of yesterday till burned behind my eyes.

The way he’d taken me, hard and fast, like he couldn’t get enough. Fucking me like he couldn’t let go and then the way he’d pulled out, silent and then just walked away. Not a word, not even a glance. He treated me like I was just a fuck hole to him.

I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me care. I set the coffee down on his desk, careful not to let our hands brush. His gaze flicked up from his laptop, lingering on me.

“Thanks, Ann,” he said, voice smooth.

I didn’t answer, i turned on my heel and walked out the door. I felt his stare on my back all the way down the hall.

By the time I sat at my desk, pretending to busy myself with emails, my heart was pounding. I knew him too well, silence wasn’t something Micheal tolerated. It was only a matter of time. I wondered what way he would retaliate.

Soon enough, few minutes later, the sharp sound of footsteps drew closer before the door to my office swung open without a knock, his eyes shut out and his veins showing.

He closed the door behind him and walked towards me his jaw tight and the coffee I had served him in his hand. “What’s this little act you’re pulling?” His voice was low, dangerous even.

I didn’t look up, he is not the only one who can ignore and treat someone like shit. clicked to the next email as if I hadn’t heard him. I finally raised my head to meet his eyes, engaging him in a daring stare.

“You mean the same act you pulled the other night?” I asked, voice steady even though my insides felt like glass.

Something flickered across his face, it was surprise and then it was irritation and then guilt, the last emotion. He masked it quickly, closing the space between us.

“Careful, Ann,” he murmured. “You’re playing with fire.”

I leaned back in my chair, tilting my chin up, as if to tell him to do his worst. “Maybe I want to get burned.”

He rubbed his hands on his face “I’m sorry for how I walked out on you but it’s not what you think”

“Really? How else was it?” I asked him but all I got was silence.

‘Take off your clothes,’ he commanded.

“No”

“Dont make me repeat my self Ann, you won’t like it”

I stared at him for some time before I began to unbutton my blouse, my fingers having a mind of their own. He could have a good reason for walking out that way on me right?

I mean maybe I was being too harsh on him. I dropped my bra to the floor as I watch him explore my tits with his eyes.

He pulled me close to him and fondled my breasts.

“Ann, you have nice breasts,” he said, without lifting his eyes. He took one nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite. It felt good to have his hands fondling my hardening nipples.

“Ann, you are not to enjoy this, it’s punishment for walking out on me. I’m going to fuck you till you remember who is the boss” he said. ‘Now take off your skirt.’

I wanted to savor the moment as I slowly lowered my skirt to the floor to reveal my thong. He pulled me closer, flipped me around and started kissing my ass. It felt nice and I felt my thong getting wet.

With force he pulled my thong to the floor and I stood naked in front of him, feeling like a slut, but I couldn’t control myself, my pussy wanted him. He took time to observe my body from every angle.

“My God Ann, you have a terrific body but we are not to make love, you are here for your punishment,’ he said, caressing my thighs.

He slowly bent me over the desk and spread my legs wide apart. I could feel my pussy popping out behind. He took out the paddle and spanked my white ass. The pain was so excruciating that I screamed, but in a weird way it felt nice.

‘Punish me … please spank me some more. I am a bad girl,’ I said, as he spanked my ass.

My tits hit my face as every blow landed on my now red butt. I ignored the pain, it was insignificant compared to the pleasure I was getting.

My juices were overflowing and dripping down my thighs.

‘Your ass is all red so I think that is punishment enough. But don’t move. I want to apply some lotion.'

He took a bottle from a drawer and poured lotion into his hands. This time he was gentle and I felt a soothing sensation on my ass as he applied the cream gently. His trouser was bulging and I knew it was his massive cock begging to have my pussy.

He then knelt, spreading my legs even wider. “Oh … Ann, your pussy is all wet. Let me wipe all this sweetness,’ he said.

Using his tongue he licked away the juice from my thighs all the way to my pulsating pussy. I was enjoying every moment of it and as he finished with my clit I knew I couldn’t take it anymore.

I closed his head between my thighs as my body shivered in one of the most memorable orgasms. I felt the tip of his rigid dick rub up against my wet entrance be he shoved into me.

“Fuck!” I moaned.

He grabbed hold of my waist and began pumping his cock, he didn’t take it slow or steady, he went rough.

I held unto the desk bending over more as my breasts pressed against the desk.