Erotic Office Novels & Stories

Cecilia The top floor is Emeric's separate office area, with everything you need for a living apartment. This sprawling, beautiful office has been like a second home to me for the better part of a decade. It does feel different now. Now that I’ve been gone a few weeks. It feels foreign. It feels like I shouldn’t be here. “Anna, get us two coffees.” Emeric clicks an ink pen closed and tosses it down onto a mess of paperwork on his desk.

Trigger Warning: Graphic sexual content, choking, emotional degradation, dominance/submission, control play, mild blood, humiliation Theme: F/F Office BDSM, Power Imbalance, Degradation, Obsession The office door clicked shut behind her like a trigger pulled. Ava stood in silence, her heart thudding too loud in her chest. The city lights outside cast long, jagged reflections across the black marble floor, but the real danger was in front of her..perched behind a sleek desk like a predator on her throne.

“Yes, Sir.” He stepped closer, backing her up against the edge of his large oak desk. “Good girl. Locking the door was smart, but we have to be quiet. Anyone could knock at any moment. You’re going to be a good little slut and take my cock right here in my office like the filthy secret you are.” He kissed her hard, one hand sliding down to squeeze her fat ass possessively. Ava moaned into his mouth, already grinding against the hard bulge in his pants.

Lorenzo growled against her skin. “And you’re the easiest CEO to corrupt I’ve ever met,” she shot back, breathless. The erotic tension in the workplace had turned every meeting into a prelude, every email exchange into an intellectual seduction game that inevitably ended in high-risk situations. They met in shared elevators, exchanging furtive touches while other executives discussed interest rates; in archive libraries where the smell of old paper mingled with the scent of their lust; and here, in the room where imperial decisions were made, they celebrated the only conquest that truly mattered.

"Your personal items have been packed. We will mail them to you." "You already packed my office?" "Yes, sir. Please leave now." Eric stood there for another moment. Then turned and walked to his car. Drove home in complete silence. When he walked into the penthouse at ten in the morning, Nyla was surprised. "Why are you home so early?" "They locked me out. My key card does not work. Security would not let me in the building." "What?" "They packed my office already. Said they would mail my personal items." Eric laughed but it sounded hollow. "Twenty years. Twenty years I built that company. And they packed my office in one night and escorted me out like a criminal."

"Fuck your secretary like you own her. Split me open on that dick. I want to feel you in my guts. Cum inside me—fill your slut's pussy with every drop." I gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them as I pounded upward without mercy, my cock slamming into her cervix with each savage stroke. The office smelled of sex, her arousal thick in the air, her moans turning into filthy screams. "Yes, boss, fuck me like the needy bitch I am! Your cock feels so fucking good stretching my hole. Don't stop—ruin me!"

Adrian personally locked the main entrance doors behind her and turned off the remaining overhead lights, leaving only the soft, intimate glow from his luxurious corner office. “From the moment you walked through that door until Monday morning, you don’t leave this building,” he told her the second she stepped inside his office. His voice was low, dark, and full of dark promise. “You eat here, you sleep here and you piss and shower here. You belong to me completely for the entire weekend. You’re my personal office whore, my cumrag, my fucktoy, my anal slut, and my everything. Do you understand me?” “Yes, sir,” Emma whispered, her voice already breathy with arousal.

said Eric, hugging Cassandra from behind. "Okay." "Just leave the stuff and come have lunch with me." "Eric, don't be like this. Let go of me," Cassandra was disturbed by Eric's hug because she was busy typing a report. "You smell good, Casey." Eric ignored Cassandra's protests. He kissed Cassandra's very fragrant nape. "Eric, this is at the office." "Who dares to rebuke me," said Eric arrogantly. "Oh my God, I don't want bad rumours about us. I also don't like it if your authority is tarnished because you flirt with me."

She was really breath-taking. He came back to his senses when his eyes landed on his laptop that he had left on the desk. ‘Did she touch it?’ He thought to himself, furrowing his eyebrows. “What are you doing here?” Eric inquired, now entering the office fully and closed the door behind him. Rita’s heart leaped with fright as she thought of what to say. An idea came to her mind and she suddenly sniffed, wiping invisible tears. “E-Eric.. I just.. I felt nostalgic. This.. I missed my office so I wanted to take a look. Didn’t know you would be out but it was unlocked so…” Rita trailed as she pretended to look pitiful.

she gasped with her face responding to me, she opened her mouth to protest but I shut her up by raising her head to mine and deepening an intense kiss. I fucked. Touched. Kissed. Spanked her harder repeatedly. “Aaah_ yes… yes... Don't make me reach out for it, push it out for me” as I continued unleashing the hidden urge inside of me I know I should have done better than this but I couldn't hold it anymore. Going as far as having sex in my office was the height of being obsessed and horny. “Tell me I am not your type one more time” I reminded her of the statement, spanking her ass over and over again.