TABOO CRAVINGS: SHORT STEAMY STORIES OF LUST AND TEMPTATION

The office was almost empty when Emma pushed through the glass doors her heels clicking nervously against the polished floor. Her hands gripped her bag tight against her chest.

She hadnt been back since a week ago the firing thing. A “downsizing,” they’d called it but she knew it was because she’d mouthed off one too many times. Now she was really desperate for money,rent was overdue, bills were piling, and she couldn’t find another job that paid half as well.

Which was why she was here after work hours, because she knew her boss would be alone still rounding up on work. She was going to beg him back for her work and apologise for all the things that had don wrong.

The receptionist desk was empty as she walked past like she assumed. Most of the lights on the top floors were off. Only the glow from the corner office was lit his office. Mr. Carter, her boss. The man who had let her go with a cold smile and no explanation.

She walked slowly down the hallway, every step making her stomach twist tighter. When she reached his door, she raised her hand and knocked softly.

“Come in”

His voice was deep, calm and collected as usual.Emma pushed the door open. Mr. Carter sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loose, a glass of whiskey in hand. If he was surprised to see her, it didn’t show on his face. She didn’t knew if it was a knowing smirk that was plastered on his face.

“You came back,” he said leaning back in his chair

“Let me guess. You want your job, don’t you?”

Emma swallowed hard.

“Yes, sir. Please. I… I’ll do whatever it takes”

His eyes darkened at that. He set his glass down slowly and stood, coming around the desk until he towered over her.

“Whatever it takes?” His voice dropped low sharp as a razor.

“Then get on your knees If you want to work for me again you’re going to prove just how much you need this job”

Emma froze her throat dry. She did not understand what was going on. She had expected him to ask for an apology, maybe some kind of humiliating promise. But the way his eyes lingered on her body left no doubt what he really meant.

“On your knees,” he repeated, sharper this time.

Her legs shook as she set her bag down and slowly sank onto the carpet in front of him.

“That’s better,” he said, his hand brushing through her hair like she was nothing more than a pet.

“You came here begging for your job. That means you’re mine to do with as I please. Understand?”

“Yes Mr. Carter,” Emma whispered not knowing where this was going but willing to play along.

“Louder.”

“Yes, Mr. Carter.”

He smirked unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. The leather slid free, the sound sharp in the quiet office. He dropped it on the desk then tugged open his zipper.

Emma’s lips parted eyes widening as he pulled himself free. His díck thick, heavy, already hard.

“Open that pretty mouth” he ordered.

— TO BE CONTINUED —