I breathed deeply, trying to relax, hanging doubled over by my wrists like I was. Then, my skirt was yanked up over my ass, my panties ripped at the crotch, and he was there, pressing into me, his cock driving into my channel without hesitation.
I moaned, clenching around him, my body already thrumming with excitement. His other hand held me now, and he jerked me back, slamming into me as his hips met mine. His balls slapped forward with each stroke, hitting my sensitive folds. I cried out again and again as he thrust deep inside, my pussy aching from the pounding, my pleasure spiraling upward with each violent thrust.
He jerked me upward, wrapping his arm around my waist as he continued fucking me, harder and harder, faster and faster, our bodies making slapping sounds that echoed through the office. His teeth sunk into my shoulder, making me groan, but when he pinched my clit, I screamed as I came, my pussy convulsing around him, squeezing him for all I was worth.
He grunted behind me, pinching my bud again and again, making tears flow down my cheeks even as I soared on the wings of my orgasm, my whole body shaking in his arms. Then he held me tight, pressing me against him as he came, his seed hot inside of me, his erection twitching even as my muscles tightened around him, milking every last drop.
"Fuck," he said, and kissed my neck softly. "You are something else, little temp. How do you do this to me every time?"
I leaned back against him, feeling weak, my legs threatening to give out.
"I could ask you the same thing. Sir."
I felt him smiling against my shoulder.
"We have to clean up now. I have a meeting in 45 minutes. A meeting you'll be attending."
“Yes, Sir. I’m happy to serve.”
And I meant it.
***
“What?”
“You heard me perfectly well, Isa. Do I have to bend you over my knee, or will you obey?”
The thought of a good spanking didn’t sound much like a punishment, but I refused to be distracted.
“You want me to suck you off under your desk while you take your meeting?” I imagined it, my nipples hardening beneath my bra. “Won’t we get caught?”
He grinned at me, tenting his fingers behind his desk. “Not if you’re quiet, as I instructed.”
I stared at him, at this powerful, apparently crazy man, who wanted to live out this sexual fantasy on company time. He ran a hand through his wavy hair, his eyes shining, full of excitement. I had to admit… the thought of doing something so damn wrong made me horny as hell.
Who was I turning into? This wasn’t like responsible old Isabeau, who always did things by the book; dependable Isabeau who always had a cool head and kept things under control. That girl didn’t do things like this. Not by a long shot.
But she also didn’t have a whole lot of fun, I thought. My sex throbbed deliciously in agreement.
“If you’re going to do this, we need to get ready. The meeting starts in ten minutes. If not, I’ll understand, but it will mean the end of our training today.”
His smile was gone, and he watched me with trepidation.
Oh, what the hell.
The old Isabeau would never have put her heart on the line to be with a man like this, either. Would never have dared to think she was worthy. Would never have trusted him when he said he wanted her to be his… Fuck the old Isabeau. In with the new!
“I’m ready, Sir.”
His face lit up, and a wave of affection surged through me. If I could make him smile like that, any risk was worth it.
“Then, lets get you out of those clothes, slave. I want you naked, handcuffed, and hungry for my cock.”
Oh, dear Lord. His words made my pussy tingle beneath my skirt. I pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm under that gaze.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, and undid the clasp of my bra.
***
When the knock came on the door, I was crouched beneath the large, mohagany desk, shielded from view by the wooden front piece that went all the way down to the floor. My hands were secured behind my back with soft leather cuffs, and I was naked from head to toe, my hair pulled back in a braid to keep it out of my face.
I tingled from my scalp all the way down to my toes in anticipation. Mr. Drake adjusted himself in his leather chair, unzipping his pants and freeing his hard on. It looked good enough to eat, and I leaned forward, eager to get started.
“Come in.”
The sounds of the door whispering open then clicking shut reached my ears as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his length. I wanted to groan around him, but I did as I was told and kept silent, smirking to myself at the thought of what I was doing. It was just. So. Wrong.
And so deliciously exciting.
“How are you, Chase? Having a good day?”