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< She was blindfolded, but she could feel his hungry gaze sweeping over her. Her wrists and ankles rubbed against rope, her legs spread wide for him to do whatever he wanted to her. She was dizzy with anticipation. His tongue... >"I think you'd better stop there," a deep voice murmurs very close to your ear. You nearly fall off your chair. Flustered, you slam your notebook shut and look up to see who's caught you writing something you definitely shouldn't be in the office. It's the boss. Not even *your* boss. The actual fucking CEO. How long was he stood there reading over your shoulder? Your face burns and you're sure it must be an unflattering shade of crimson. You should say something. But your mouth drops open and there are no words coming out of it. The magnitude of this fuck up has short-circuited your brain, apparently.
"I'll take this for now."
He picks up the notebook. It looks tiny in his hands. Such a small object to get into such huge trouble over.
"Come to my office at 4."
He walks off somewhere without waiting for a response you're clearly incapable of giving.You want to curl up in a ball under your desk and never come out, but things are bad enough without attracting attention from your colleagues, so you sit still and try to look calm. You know you shouldn't have been writing anything at all at the reception desk, let alone smut like that. But it wasn't hurting anyone. He surely won't fire you? You love your job and you're good at it. You arrive early, you're always well dressed and you're cheerful and helpful to the clients when they arrive. The trouble is that they mostly seem to arrive before 3pm, making the last few hours of the day drag. You started writing innocent to do lists and doodling just to keep yourself occupied, but over time you've found yourself more and more lost in these fantasies and the notebook is nearly full of filthy stories. Is he reading them now? Why did it have to be him who caught you?The CEO is far too important and busy to be involved in appointing receptionists, so you didn't see him until you started working at the company. You weren't expecting him to be so young. Or so tall. Or so broad. Or so fucking handsome. You've had a crush on him since the second you saw him. He's often out of the office, and when he's in, he has his own PAs with him, so it's never been necessary for you to talk to him. He greets you politely, like he does all the staff, but before today, you doubt if he could have picked you out of a line up. Way to make an impression.The next thirty minutes are the longest in your life. You watch the hands of the clock crawl round and can't decide whether to will them to go faster or slower, but eventually you're knocking on the door to his office with your heart pounding.
"Come in."
He's sat behind his desk, computer and laptop on, files and papers spread all over in an organised chaos. He doesn't look up or stop typing when you come in. His PAs are nowhere in sight.
"Close the door. Sit."
No question about where. There's a single chair placed on the opposite side of the desk and your notebook is neatly placed in the centre of it. You pick it up and hold it as you sit down.
"Read it out. From the beginning. Don't skip anything."
He's still typing. This office must have the best aircon in the building but somehow you're sweating. You swallow and fumble for the first page, staring aghast at the graphic descriptions you're supposed to be saying out loud.
"I said read it."
He's still not looking at you but his voice is sharp and impatient now. He frowns at the screen. You take a deep breath and start.
< He pressed her up against the wall in the lift. She could feel how hard he was against her thigh. He ripped open her thin cotton shirt, buttons falling to the floor... >It takes you almost an hour to read the whole notebook. Nobody knocks on the office door. Occasionally he takes a business call, stopping you reading with a raised hand until he's disconnected. Otherwise the only things you can hear are the sound of your own voice and his constant, relentless typing. Your stomach is a knot of nerves, but as you keep reading, you can't help but be affected by your own words and you realise you're starting to get wet. It's an uncomfortable mix of sensations and you're trembling as you exhale and close the notebook. He's still looking at the screen."Did you write those for your boyfriend?"
"I...I don't have a boyfriend sir."
"Do you get paid to write them then?"
"No, sir, I write them for me."
"Is that what you're into? Being dominated?"
You hesitate, wondering if you should tell him to mind his own business, but he suddenly looks up and locks eyes with you. His gaze makes you feel like a butterfly pinned to a board.
"Yes sir," you find yourself almost whispering.
He pushes a blank piece of paper and a pen across the desk.
"I think there's a chance we could... collaborate. You can give me your personal number if you're interested."
You nod weakly and scribble down the digits.
"You can go home now. Close the door behind you."
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He's not in the office for the next couple of days, which is nothing out of the ordinary. Someone who runs an events company has to spend a lot of time at events. Unsurprisingly. You can barely believe what happened between the two of you and you wonder if you misunderstood why he wanted your number. You're at home watching TV late evening on the second day when you get a message.[Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?]
[Yes sir]
[Wear a tight dress]You roll on to your back and stare up at the ceiling. It seems like there was no misunderstanding. Your smile threatens to split your face in half. It's not the most romantic interaction, true, but even if he just wants a one night stand, even if it risks your job, it'll be worth it. A single date with someone that gorgeous is better than no date at all.You dig out a red dress from the back of your closet that you've always felt too self-conscious to wear out. It's clingy and low-cut. But if you're having dinner with someone, gross guys won't start hitting on you, right? And it's not as if you can pretend to be some innocent after spending an hour reading him all your dirtiest fantasies. You pair it with some fashionable gold spike heeled ankle boots. The restaurant is on the ground floor of a very exclusive hotel. He's already waiting for you when you arrive early, wearing a white shirt with no tie, black trousers and a gold watch that accentuates the thickness of his wrist. He doesn't say anything at all about your dress or about the last time he saw you. He seems relaxed and unhurried over dinner, asking questions about your life and making you laugh with funny stories about his latest work trips.After dinner, he asks if you'd like to come upstairs and your confusion must be obvious from your face.
"I live here, when I'm here. In the hotel. It isn't worth having a house in the city when I travel so much."
You feel silly for not working that out but you're stepping into the lift already and now you're doubly flustered remembering what happened in a lift in the story you read him. He's showing no inclination to rip your clothes off, but he's leaning on the wall opposite you and smiling. He raises an eyebrow at you.
"You look cute when you're blushing."
It doesn't help you stop.When you get to his hotel room, his eyes flash and suddenly he's looking you up and down appraisingly. His hand circles your wrist and he leads you over to an empty desk in the corner of the room.
"Now I think it's time to talk about the consequences of acting like a filthy slut in my office, don't you?" His voice is warm and close in your ear, his hand stroking your back and edging further down.
"Mmmmmm."
His hand stops moving immediately.
"I mean, yes, sir."
His hand goes down to your arse and squeezes it firmly as he continues.
"I'm going to smack you now, sweetheart. Every time I smack you, you're going to thank me. If you don't say thank you, I'll stop doing it. OK?"
"Yes, sir."
He pushes you forwards so you're bent over the table, arranging you exactly how he wants you. Your whole body is tingling with anticipation and you can feel the warmth between your legs. The first smack is light and testing but as you continue thanking him firmly, they get more forceful. The stinging sensation turns into a delicious burning throb and you're disappointed when he stops. His hand slides up your dress, running gently over the silk of your knickers and between your thighs.
"You're so wet. Such a fun toy."
His voice has dropped even deeper, with a growl in it that wasn't there before.He turns you round to face him.
"Did that turn you on? Being spanked like the dirty slut you are?"
"Yes sir."
He roughly pulls your knickers off and pushes you back so you're sat on the desk. The pressure intensifies the sensitivity you're feeling, bringing it closer to a pleasant kind of pain. He sits on the chair in front of you and grabs your ankles, using them to pull your legs apart.
"Show me how much you want to come. Touch yourself for me. I want to watch."
He leans back, hands still gripping your ankles, as his eyes drink you in. You slowly move your finger in and out, feeling how slick and slippery you are. You add another, looking at him, and he nods approval. Your pussy is so swollen and sensitive that you start to moan as you thrust in and out. Finally you can't wait any longer and you stroke your finger over your twitching clit.
"You look so fucking filthy. Cream for me, bitch."
He runs his hands up your calves and spreads your legs wider for a better view. You rub harder and soon a shudder rips through you. Your legs shake against his hands and he squeezes your feet as you let out a scream. You're breathless and suddenly exhausted now. He scoops you up off the desk and wraps his arms around you.
"That's enough for today. You did so well."
He gently straightens your dress and smooths your hair. He wraps your coat around your shoulders and sits you down on the bed, slipping your boots on for you.
"You need to go home to bed. I'll come down and get you a taxi."
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Your alarm buzzes in your ear and the first thing you realise is that you were so tired you passed out in your clothes last night. The second thing you realise, sitting up, is that "clothes" doesn't include your knickers. You must have left them in his room. You find yourself blushing all over again, wondering if he found them. You hope he wants to see you again. Soon. There isn't time to let your mind wander like that, though, not if you were too out of it to even take your make-up off when you got home. You have to get ready for work.He's in and out of the company quite a bit today. There's a big festival he'll be supervising over the weekend and there are a lot of last minute meetings about it before he leaves. He ignores you, which you were expecting. You're just happy to have the chance to gaze at him occasionally as he walks past. Looking at his hands swinging by his sides and thinking about what those hands did to you last night. When he's leaving for the airport, his phone rings and he stops to take the call at the reception desk. He gestures to you for a pen and paper as if he's never seen you before in his life. He scribbles something, slides it across to you without a glance, and walks out of the door, still on the phone.
< Keep next Sunday free for me >The week crawls by. The company livestream the festival and show it on big TVs by the reception desk but you never catch a glimpse of him in the crowd. He doesn't message you either. When Saturday finally arrives, you decide to sleep in to make the day pass quicker, but there's a courier hammering on the door at 8am. You blearily sign for a parcel, only realising when she leaves that it's covered in logos from a store way out of your price range and not something you ordered in an insomniac late night shopping binge. But when you check the label, it's definitely for you. Now fully alert, you grab some scissors and carefully open it, folding back layers of scented tissue paper. It's the most beautiful lingerie set you have ever seen. It's made from wisps of delicate, silky soft mesh, with embroidery so stunning it must have been done by hand. You're almost afraid to touch it. There's a note on heavy cream paper folded underneath it.
< Compensation for what you lost last week. I want to see you in it tomorrow. Doesn't matter what you wear over the top, you won't have it on long >
Your stomach is doing somersaults and you consider joining it and turning cartwheels around the kitchen, but you head to the shower instead. 24 hours to prep for this suddenly does not feel like long enough.When you arrive in his room, the desk is where it was before and just looking at it makes you flutter with the memory of last time. This time there's a laptop set up on it. He's sitting in front of it in a black hoodie and grey joggers with messy post-shower hair and bare feet. He looks like he hasn't been up long. Somehow it just makes him even more gorgeous. He barely glances up as you walk over.
"Clothes off, toy."
"Yes, sir."
You slip off your shirt and jeans, and fold them neatly on the bed, then go and stand in front of the desk wearing only the lingerie.
"These are the rules today. If you want to stop, you go sit on the bed. I won't do anything to you there. If you stay here - " he pats the desk, "I can do anything with you I find entertaining. I'm about to make a very boring call, but it's an important client, so no noise and no doing anything without permission. Agreed?"
"Yes, sir."
He kicks a box towards you from under the desk.
"Shoes on."
The shoes are gorgeous but incredibly impractical six inch heels. They look amazing at the end of your bare legs but you're not convinced you can balance in them. You're sure as hell going to try though.You stand up as straight and still as you can as you walk over to the desk. He's put headphones in and connected a call.
"Yeah, the camera isn't working, I've got someone coming over to look at it but I can talk, it's fine, go ahead."
You can see the camera. It's got tape neatly stuck over it.
He carries on talking as he stands in front of you. He's still taller than you, even with the heels you're wearing. His huge hands grasp the bare flesh of your waist, giving you goosebumps, moving upwards to brush over the thin fabric of the bra, fingers catching on your nipples as he squeezes. You bite your lip to stop the hum of pleasure that already wants to emerge from your mouth.
"...can definitely look at moving that forwards to May, there's some flexibility regarding possible sites..."
His fingers are tracing the lace across your stomach, so achingly slowly, teasingly moving up and down the line of your thighs. He keeps stroking you like this for agonising minutes, you struggling to keep still, trying not to pull closer to him.
"...the logistics of that are more difficult, the transport links..."
Finally, his thumbs hook the sides of your knickers and pull them onto the floor. You step out of them carefully. He nudges your back, wanting you to bend over for him, and you lean your hands on the desk to steady yourself. He runs his palm over you and spreads your thighs apart, then sits in the chair next to you.
"...would need to get specialist technicians in to get a staging effect like that, there's several quotes in the spreadsheet..."
His finger presses against your slit, feeling how wet you are, and he pushes it inside and holds it there. You swallow down the moan you make and clench around his finger, trying to show him how much you want him. He starts sliding in and out, so deep and so slow, again and again. He brushes his thumb against your clit every so often, sending a shock wave through you, but it's clear he's not planning to make you come any time soon. You're zoning out on how torturous it is being teased like this, your calves burning in the heels, when suddenly he drags you onto the chair.
"...I'll send you those files across now for comparison..."
He pulls the chair in and his arms go round you as he starts to type. Your bare, soaking pussy on his lap. Up against... oh fuck. You can tell how big he is, how hard he is. You're dizzy with how good he feels, the pressure on your clit, and you can't help just grinding on it a little bit.Straight away his hand shoots up and yanks your head back by your hair.
"No." Soft, but right in your ear, that was meant for you. His dick is replaced by his knee as he kicks you up off his lap and stands up, bending you over again. This time he pushes your head down, keeping his hand on your neck.
"...yeah, a problem just landed on my desk that I have to deal with right now, have a look through the files and I'll call you back this afternoon."
He hangs up. You hold your breath.
"I didn't give you permission to do that."
"No, sir."
He shoves three fingers inside you, stretching you out roughly. You can't help moaning now.
"Desperate to be filled, aren't you?"
Another moan is all you can manage as he keeps thrusting faster and faster.
"I asked you a question."
"Yes, sir. Want you to fuck me, sir," you gasp out.
He laughs derisively.
"You don't deserve it yet. Let's see if a greedy slut like you can last a week without getting yourself off, shall we? Then I'll think about it."
He takes his hand away, leaving you empty, breathless and the most frustrated you've ever been in your life.
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You haven't seen him. You haven't heard from him. It's been five days and you're so fucking horny you can't think straight. You feel like just squeezing your thighs together on the bus would be enough to tip you over the edge. You can't get away from thinking about him even in your dreams. How it felt to have the whole length of him pressed up against you. How he touched you. You wonder if things would have been different if you'd been able to resist the urge to move, but you doubt it. He'd have found another excuse to do what he did. It's all part of the rules of the game you're playing. The logical part of your brain knows it'll be worth it, and that's why you haven't cheated, even though there's no way he would ever know.But there's a part of you that's turned savage with need, and that's why you do what you do when he turns up at the company building alone on Friday afternoon. You pick up a document file and pretty much throw it on the floor. You barely even try to make it look accidental. Then you get down on your hands and knees in front of him and very slowly gather up the loose papers. He stoops down on the pretext of politely helping you, breathing in your ear as he does.
"Go to my office right now and wait for me."There's nobody in there and you're slightly regretting your impulsive action now you've had time to reflect. What if he says you have to wait another week?
He pushes through the door and locks it behind him. He looks incredible, all in black with a heavy belt and his hair neatly slicked back. He looks at you with a puzzled frown.
"Why are you standing up?"
Your brain is still scrambled and you find yourself staring blankly back at him. He sighs impatiently and snaps, "Crawl, you fucking cock tease. Seeing as you like it so much."
You drop instantly, your hands sinking in the luxurious thick carpet and move hesitantly towards him."Such a pathetic little attention whore."
Looking up at him from his feet, you can see the bulge in his trousers that shows you definitely got his attention.
"It worked," your savage brain blurts out.
He laughs maliciously.
"Being a brat today, aren't you? We'll see how smart your mouth is when I've finished. The only words that'll be coming out of it are thank-you sir."
He unbuckles his belt and loops it round his hand as you gaze up at him. You feel like fireworks are exploding across your brain.
He looks at you seriously.
"Ready?"
"Yes, sir. Please, sir."Satisfied with your keenness, he kneels behind you. You've had so many fantasies about being belted, but never experienced it before. Your mouth is watering. When you close your eyes, all you can see is the strap twisted round his big hand. When the belt snaps across you, it's so quick you barely feel the contact. But it leaves a searing line of pain behind that makes you instantly soaking wet. The second impact crosses over the first, and you grit your teeth as shudders of painful pleasure clench your pussy. The heat from it feels like it's radiating across your whole body, and the intense sensations bliss you out and finally soothe the nagging pressure you've been feeling in your clit through this whole week of denial. After the sixth, you can't channel your euphoric whimpers into a coherent thank-you and he drops the belt. You sink your face down into the carpet, still emitting small moans of pleasure as the pain subsides to a throbbing ache. You feel his hand patiently stroking your hair as he sits beside you on the floor. Eventually, things come back into focus a little bit and you pull your head up. He leans back and gently rests it on his big shoulder while you breathe."Feeling less bratty now?" he murmurs into the top of your head.
"Mmmmm. Can't help being a cock tease though."
He laughs softly and tilts your head up so he can kiss you lightly on the lips.
"Two more days."
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"Forgotten how to read, you dumb slut?"
"No, sir, I-"
He grabs the back of your shirt and pulls it tight against your throat.
"Thought *I* was gonna take your clothes off for you then, princess?" He laughs mockingly.
"I- I- didn't know exactly what you wanted, sir."
His other hand flashes out and slaps your cheek, making you gasp. Then he grabs your phone from your back pocket and holds it up to your face, showing you his last message. [I want you naked]
He twists the fabric of the shirt tighter.
"Very clear. Doesn't say anything about wanting to WAIT either."
He throws the phone down and slaps your other cheek. You can't see but you can tell your face is bright red from the way it's stinging. Just like you can't see, but you can tell he's hard from the sound of his breathing, fast and shallow.
"Sorry, sir, that's why I'm not wearing any underwear, sir."
This smack goes right across the back of your head and makes your eyes water.
"You came all the way across town, rubbing your pussy against every fucking surface on the way, like the little whore you are? But when you get here, you're too lazy to strip for me?"
"I'll do it right now, sir."He sprawls back on the huge sofa and watches you impatiently. It's a hot evening and he's just wearing a t-shirt and shorts. He looks tired today, his eyes heavy and his skin pale. He spreads his legs apart and flexes his massive thighs. He taps the one on the right.
"Sit, toy."
You sink down gently, feeling your already wet folds pressing into his warm, bare leg. He's squeezing your ass deliberately hard, making you yelp where you're bruised from the belt. He raises one eyebrow.
"Did you behave yourself?"
You nod and he smacks you forcefully across the bruises, hard enough to make you wince. "Yes, sir."
"Must have been difficult for a filthy minded slut like you, keeping your fingers out of that tight little hole of yours. Not spreading your legs wide open, fucking yourself raw every night."
His hands fan out across your tits, slowly caressing them before he starts circling each nipple with his thumbs. They harden as he touches them and you struggle to keep yourself still, your body starting to tingle all over.
"Go on then. Show me what a desperate little bitch you are."
He leans back, one hand behind his head, and watches with a smirk as you writhe against his thigh. It's difficult to balance, and as you tilt forwards, he grabs you with the other hand and pulls a nipple into his mouth. He slides over it lightly with his tongue, pinching the other one hard, then bites enough to make you moan."You look so hot with your mouth open like that. Get down so I can fuck it."
You kneel in front of him while he stands up, pulling off his clothes. You've never seen him anything but fully dressed, and the sight of him naked is overwhelming. His wide shoulders and sculpted chest towering above you. You're glad you're already on the floor or you feel like you might faint. He's got his fist wrapped round his dick, already glistening with clear liquid.
"Ready for me to shove my dick in, you greedy slut?"
"Ram it down my throat, sir."
He lifts your chin up, soft for just a second.
"Tap if you want to say something."
"Yes, sir."
He's slow at first, patient like he always is, adjusting your mouth until it's in just the right place for him, pulling your hair gently so you move exactly how he wants you to. He's slipped just the tip between your lips and you swirl your tongue over it delicately while you wait. Finally he starts thrusting, shallow so you can feel how smooth and tight the skin of his dick is rubbing against your lips. He gets deeper, hand on the back of your head holding you firm. He's in a steady, slow rhythm, ridges on his dick starting to stand out against your tongue.
"Eyes on me."
You focus on meeting his gaze and feel that sensation of being pinned again. His face is tight with concentration, jawline sharp.
"I want to see the mess I make of your face."
Still without urgency, he pushes until he hits your throat and you feel your eyes start to water. You try to look at him as he keeps on going, slow but relentless, filling your mouth so you're drooling from the corners of your lips. You can tell your make-up is smearing all over your cheeks. Tears are running down your face now."Oh, fuck..." he murmurs, and you see he's biting his lip. It's the closest you've ever seen him get to losing control. You force a little more spit to drip down your chin and his dick noticeably twitches. You tilt your head back for him so he can get further down your throat. He gets faster, breath catching, grunting as he hears you choke and splutter, sees your face getting wetter. You're in heaven having him use your mouth like this but you suspect there's something he might like even more so you tap him. He pulls out of your mouth instantly. You can see where you've smudged lipstick all over his dick."Please, sir, please, please... I want your cum on my face."
You see the battle in his eyes, how much he loves denying you fighting with how much he wants to see your face ruined. You guessed right. He slaps your cheek with his dick and then rubs the tip up against your slippery chin and swollen lips. He grips himself hard and tugs with gritted teeth. Seconds later, spurt after spurt of hot, salty liquid is dripping down your face, in your hair, trickling down your neck and between your tits. When you cautiously open your eyes, he's gazing down at you like you're a Christmas present. He kneels down in front of you and pushes you on to your back, tongue buried between your legs before the spunk you're drenched in can even start to dry. He's fast and frantic and hungry against you, not teasing any more. Every nerve in your body was on fire already and you feel yourself shaking uncontrollably up against his mouth. He grabs your thighs and pins you down, still licking, and you scream as a wave of something more intense than pleasure rips through you, something transcendent that makes your week of deprivation worth it.He rolls on to his back and yawns enormously. His hand reaches up and finds yours, giving it a squeeze. He looks up at the gilded ceiling and says something you weren't expecting.
"Can you stay here tonight? Please?"
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[Sir, please can I make myself come?]You hit send. You figure you have nothing to lose. He can either say yes or punish you later, and either is good with you. You're not sure where he is or when he's coming back. Last week, when he asked you to stay over, he'd tenderly washed your messy, sticky face clean and wrapped you up in his arms tightly while you went to sleep. But when you woke up, he'd already left for somewhere.You barely have time to register that your message has been read when the screen displays that he's calling."Yes, sir?" You're hesitant, you've never spoken to him on the phone before."I'm out for dinner with some clients, but I'm interested to know more about your current situation, so I can make a decision about your request." It sounds noisy in the background. You can hear the hum of conversation and clinking crockery. Thinking he wants you to get his dick hard in such a public place makes you squirm with pleasure."I'm lying on my bed. It's still so hot here. I just showered and I put on a vest and some shorts. The vest has very thin straps, it's barely stopping my tits from spilling out. My nipples keep rubbing up against the fabric. It's making me think about how much I want your hands there, squeezing me. I'm so horny, sir, please let me touch myself.""OK, well, let's start with this area that's... initiated the issue and we'll take it from there.""You want me to play with my tits, sir?""That's correct, yes.""I'm licking my fingers. I'm stroking my nipples with them and they're getting so hard and slippery. I wish they were in your mouth, sir.""I agree. I'm sure we can schedule in a time to make that happen. For now, focus on removing the present restrictions and exploring what you can do currently.""You want me to take my shorts off for you, sir? Spread my legs? And put my fingers down there?""I'd advise doing that as quickly as you can.""Mmmmm, sir, thinking about you has made me so wet. I'm dripping all over my hand. My pussy is so tight... Will you stretch it out for me when you come back, please, sir? I want your hard dick filling me up so bad...""Trust me, you're at the top of my to do list as soon as I get back.""Thank-you, sir. Please can I come?""I think that's the best solution for now. I'd like to hear confirmation that that's happening."You start to moan and pant for him while you stroke yourself, fast and with intense pressure."Want you pound into me until I scream, want you to use me, want your cum dripping out of me, splashing all over me, oh, oh, oh fuuuucccckkkkk."You gasp and nearly drop the phone as your whole body vibrates and you surprise yourself with how good that felt.His voice comes down the line again, this time deep and rough."It's dripping all over my hand right now. Only just made it to the bathroom in time, you filthy-mouthed little slut. When I get back, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name."He hangs up without telling you when that will be.
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You weren't sure what you were expecting him to have sent you but it wasn't a shopping list.[White shirt with buttons, very short black stretch skirt, black mesh underwear, black stockings. Cheap as you can get. Bring clothes to wear home. These ones will be ruined]You're almost shaking with anticipation at the last line. You haven't been able to stop thinking about this for weeks. You race around the stores and soon have everything you need. Then, of course, he makes you wait. He hasn't been in the office for a long time. You hear he's in Japan, Thailand, even in Australia. Finally you get a message.[Tomorrow]When you arrive, he's dressed as casually as he usually is when he's not in the office. You can see that the room is set up for work, though. The laptop is on and there are files all over the desk. The main difference you can see is that there are two thin ropes tied to the headboard of the bed.He pulls you into a forceful kiss to smudge your lipstick, then wipes the back of his mouth while he messes up your hair. His eyes look lively."I want you to play with while I'm working. Later, I'll give you my full attention, OK?""Yes, sir."He sits you on the bed and slides the six inch heels on your feet. Then he wraps a thin piece of fabric around your lips, smoothing it down so you can breathe easily."Now I know how much trouble your mouth can get me into..."He winks at you and your stomach does another backflip."Lie down, arms up."He ties the ropes around your wrists, meticulously checking and testing the knots."Knock on the wall."You do it."That's what you do if you want to get up. I'm not going to leave this room, so you don't need to worry about that."You twist your wrists so you can show him two thumbs up and he laughs and kisses your forehead."Being such an obedient toy. How long can you keep it up?"He wanders off, whistling, over to the desk and types for a while. His phone rings and he gets up after he's answered it and walks over to you. There's an open water bottle on the table by the bed that you'd not noticed. He tips it up and pours it over your white shirt. There's just enough in there to soak through the flimsy fabric and show off your black bra. He carries on talking, his eyes riveted on your chest. He bends down and runs his hand lightly over the damp material, giving you shivers. The call ends and he goes straight back to the desk. You lie there for what seems like forever, covered in goosebumps, but deliriously happy to be there for his entertainment.The phone rings again and this time it gives you a buzz between your legs as you wonder what he'll do this time. He jumps on to the bed and squeezes your body between those thighs, slowly unbuttoning the wet shirt and tracing his fingers over your exposed flesh, deliberately and teasingly avoiding your tingling nipples as he strokes the curve of your stomach, down your neck and along your collarbone. You arch your back, pressing up into him, and he pushes you firmly down again. After he hangs up this time, he gives you a stinging slap on the thigh."Behave yourself when I'm working."He goes and picks up a large file and something else you can't quite see. He comes back and sits on the edge of the bed flipping through the file. He leans forwards and you hear a snip as he neatly cuts through one strap of your bra. Scissors. Flip... flip... flip... Snip. He stretches over and cuts the rest, pulls the pieces off and throws them on the floor. Then he goes back to flipping, paying you no attention at all. You start to whine, pulling at the ropes to make your bare tits bounce. He tuts at you."Should have guessed you were going to be like this."He pinches both your nipples and twists hard. You whimper even through the gag and he puts his finger to his lips then goes back and twists even harder."You're an impatient little whore and you need to learn how to wait."He smacks you hard across the chest, catching first one swollen nipple and then the other, carrying on until your flesh is stinging."Lie there and keep still if you ever want to get that dick you're so obviously gagging for."He drags the chair over and puts his feet up on the bed, pinning you under his heavy legs. He's wearing shorts so you can feel his bare skin resting against your stomach. He's brought the laptop and he starts typing again. You grit your teeth, determined not to move, desperate for the phone to ring again. Finally it does. He moves so he can run his hands roughly up and down the fine mesh of your stockings, making them ladder on purpose. He stands back to admire the effect he's created, still talking calmly to someone on the other end of the line about profit margins, calculating percentages. He leans forwards again to push your skirt around your hips and rips through the side seam of your knickers with his bare hands. He bunches the central panel to the side of your folds and uses his finger to spread the slick juices all over your pussy and thighs.You think he's going to start stretching you out but you're wrong. He opens a drawer next to the bed and brings out a camera. He ends the call and starts taking pictures. It's almost painful how much you want to be touched while he's stood there, patiently composing his shots. Knowing that you have his full attention now is making your pussy swell. Eventually, he unwinds the fabric from your face."Need some photos of your dirty mouth, brat. Doesn't mean you're allowed to talk.""No, sir."He slaps your face hard, jaw tight."I know you did that on purpose."He grabs something else from the desk. You realise what it is when you feel the tip of a marker pen sliding across your ribs. He takes another picture when he's done. After a minute, he holds it up to your face so you can see what it says.< FILTHY SLUT >It's a beautiful picture. Seeing yourself like that, rope round your wrists, ripped and crumpled clothes showing off your exposed tits and glistening cunt. You look hot.You can tell from the look in his eyes that he thinks so too. He grabs the scissors again and cuts through the skirt and knickers with one slice. He yanks them onto the floor and pulls his t-shirt and shorts off at the same time. He kneels on the bed and grabs your ankles, resting your heels on his broad shoulders and smoothing those huge hands over your stockings."You look like a mess. A filthy, ruined mess," he growls. His voice is so deep. The tip of his rigid dick rubs your clit and you shiver, so close to getting what you want."Fuck me now," you moan.He pulls back and smacks you hard between the thighs."For someone who is tied to my bed right now you have the worst manners. You don't order me, you beg me. Let me hear you pleading for my dick like the greedy little bitch you are."He gives you another smack and leans back, rubbing his thumbs across the top of your stockings."I want you to use my tight, wet pussy to please yourself, sir. Want to make you feel so good stretching it out, sir. Want to be filled with your cum, sir."He grunts approval and finally, slowly, pushes inside you, until you've taken the whole length of him. Your thighs wrap round him, pulling him in tighter. He stays still, letting you feel his dick throb inside you, kissing you slowly and tenderly like he hasn't just written a pornographic insult across your torso. His mouth leaves a trail of gentle kisses down your neck, then he teases your aching nipples with a soft, swirling tongue. He pushes himself up, flexing his biceps, and looks down at you, still with the damp, white shirt covering your arms."That hungry little pussy of yours is squeezing my dick so nicely.""Thank-you, sir."He starts moving slowly inside you. You've never had an orgasm from just being fucked in your life, but the way he's got you feeling so completely full, and the angle he keeps hitting you at makes you realise it's going to happen soon. He already knows."You can come for me whenever you're ready, sweetheart. Just want to hear you say my name while you cream on my dick.""Not... sir?" you gasp out, so close."No."He keeps up the deep, teasing strokes, and you start twitching."Don't stop, please, don't stop.""I don't want to stop, baby, don't worry," he whispers close to your ear as you start to shudder and clench around him."Mmm, ohhhh, ah... Namjoon-ah, ah, fuck!""You feel incredible," he pants, finally fucking you hard and fast, his stiff, ridged dick impossibly feeling even bigger as he gets closer to the edge. You think about saying his name again but you've pretty much lost the ability to speak, just low whining into that muscular neck as he pounds into you with all his force. Suddenly you feel hot wetness hitting your walls and he drops down beside you as it leaks out. He quickly unties you and rubs your stiff arms so you can wrap them round him, and you lay there together in soft silence until it's dark outside.
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You meet every so often over the next couple of months and it's always a good time. The sex is hot and he's considerate and complimentary. But you find yourself wanting more. He's so rarely in the city or even the country, and when he invites you over, the conversation is surface level because you never have much time. Your friends are going out on dates and having fun getting to know guys they could imagine a future with. You can tell that he's not interested in a relationship. Not with you, not with anyone. He's devoted to his business, ambitious, with little time even for his friends and his family. You feel lucky that you've had the chance to have this fling and fulfil so many of your fantasies. It's been fun but you start wondering if you should get out there and see if you can meet someone who wants to actually date.Before you've made a decision, he calls and asks if you want to come over. After you're both sweaty and fucked out, you lay on the bed together staring at the gilded ceiling and he says, "How would you feel about fucking another guy with me watching?"
You're curious.
"Depends on the guy, but I'd be open to the idea. You don't wanna join in?"
"No, I don't think so. Just like the idea of you riding someone else's dick, slut."
You smile at him.
"You have someone in mind?"
"I do, actually."A week later, you're nervously choosing an outfit to actually be seen in public in. He's suggested the three of you meet for coffee in the bar of his hotel, before going upstairs if you feel like you want to. He's told you several times you can back out at any point. He even called you this morning just to say that. So you don't feel worried about doing anything you don't want to. You're very worried about what happens if you do like the guy and he doesn't like you. Mortifying. But you can't go insanely overdressed to have a coffee. Eventually you settle on a long-sleeved floral dress that skims your knees and elegant blue heels, aiming for a classy look, take a deep breath and set off.When you arrive, he's waiting for you in the hotel lobby and you're startled.
"Has he not turned up?"
"He's here. Thought I should let you know that he's shy. I give you my permission to take charge of him."
You give him a questioning look.
"Just pretend you're me."
He smirks and gives you a pat on the arse.
"You look beautiful, by the way. Not sure if that's going to help."He leads you over to a table where a man is sitting with his back to you, nervously fiddling with a teaspoon. When you go to sit down, you struggle to keep your jaw from dropping. This guy is incredibly handsome. He's also very obviously blushing. He stands up to greet you and bumps the table, making it wobble precariously. Namjoon's phone rings and he grabs his mug.
"I'll take this on the patio. I'll be back soon."
He's already barking instructions down the line on his way out. A coffee has already been ordered for you, just the way you like it. You steady it and lower yourself into your chair, glad to have a little privacy to figure things out without being watched by someone who's always been able to read you like a book.The guy introduces himself. It turns out he owns a restaurant, a small one but with a growing reputation. That's how he met Namjoon. He's smart and interesting, like him, but a lot more self-deprecating. And with an expressive face that's easy to respond to. It doesn't send those explosive sexual shudders through you that a cold, arrogant stare does, but it's a nice face to be around.
"Do you travel a lot?" you ask him.
"Hardly at all. I'm pretty much chained to the restaurant for the next few years, at least. I don't need to be in the building every night, but I need to be close by to deal with things that crop up. I like it here though, there's a lot of fun things to do in a city even if you know it well, don't you think? Am I talking too much? I am, aren't I?"
You laugh at how sweet he is.
"Hey, no, it's fine. So... you date much?" You care a bit more about the answer to that question than you were expecting to.
"No, actually, not for a while. I mean, that's pretty much why I'm here. I was -"
He tails off, blushing again. He might benefit from putting up a bit of a mysterious front here but you can tell he's not good at keeping things to himself from ten minutes in his company, so you look at him enquiringly and he goes on, like you expected.
"Namjoon invited me out for a drink last week and I maybe had a couple of shots too many."
He seems a bit embarrassed, but he smiles at you like... fuck, you don't know how, but you'd forgive this man no end of shit if he kept smiling at you like that.
"So I was telling him, well..."
"You haven't got laid in a while?"
"Um, yeah. And he showed me some photos of you..."
You can tell from the way he's gazing down at the table that he's not talking about screenshots from the company website. Now it's your turn to blush because there's only one set of photos that he can be talking about. And you start to wonder how long Namjoon's been thinking about this.
"It was 3am and I was drunk and I just said 'Why the fuck not?' But now it's 6pm and I've got a coffee and you're very real and very beautiful and, to be honest, I've never done anything like this before."
He spits all of this out without taking a breath and then gives you a look somewhere between hilarity and helplessness. Your phone buzzes and you see you've got a message.
[Yes or no?]
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You look down at Namjoon's message and remember what he said to you earlier about acting like him. You look up at this guy.
"Would you prefer it if I told you what to do?"
"Please." He's so relieved, so trusting.
You type [Yes] and it seems like in seconds, Namjoon has materialised behind you, his hand heavy and reassuring on your shoulder, his voice deep and steady.
"Let's go up."When you get to the room, Namjoon goes to sit in a chair by the window.
"Act as if I'm not here," he says pleasantly, shooting you a private look that says, 'You know that's an order.'
You pull the other guy's hand, and get him next to you on the sofa. He looks slightly dazed. You say firmly, "I want you to kiss me."
He does. His lips are soft and hesitant. It almost feels romantic, almost enough to make your heart flutter. Kim Namjoon's kisses do not make your heart flutter. They make your pussy dripping wet. Guess you'll have to work with what you have. You sit on his thigh without asking, tilt his head back and kiss him more forcefully, taking full advantage of not being stopped from grinding on this thigh as much as you want. You can feel that you're having an effect on him, his fingers tightening on your back and his tongue pressing back on yours eagerly."Take my dress off."
He does what you say. The dress was demure but underneath is much less so. The frothy pink bra barely covers your tits, just giving them something to spill out of. He's staring at them with his mouth open. You hope this man does not play poker. While he's hypnotised, you unbutton his shirt and shrug it off his graceful shoulders.
"You're allowed to touch them," you say to him, a note of impatience creeping into your voice as you warm up to this role. You look over at Namjoon, and he meets your eyes and nods. You smack the guy lightly on the back of the head."Don't make me tell you twice, puppy."
Puppy?! What the fuck made you call him that? To your surprise, you feel his dick bounce against your thigh and he scrambles to take your bra off and replace it with his hands as quick as he can. You discover that although he's shy, he's very far from clueless, and the way he's squeezing and sucking your nipples has you rolling your hips into him, moaning softly. He carries on doing exactly what he can see is giving you pleasure, not trying to touch you anywhere else or direct your attention to his extremely hard dick, which must be so uncomfortable now."I want you to fuck my tits. You know how to do that?" You're speaking so rudely to him, but he just nods. He unzips his trousers and pulls his dick out as you watch, kneeling in front of him. It's long and smooth, and you run the flat of your tongue up and down it just to watch him squirm. He makes a small, panicked noise and you lean back and raise your eyebrows at him.
"What's up, puppy? Don't like having a tongue on your cock?"
"Too close... Supposed to be fucking your tits," he murmurs. You push them together around his throbbing dick.
"Obedient, aren't you? Go on then, do it."
He starts thrusting, fast and athletic and painfully desperate. And completely oblivious to Namjoon standing behind him, looking down at you and palming his own dick through his shorts, silent and completely controlled. He sees you've noticed him and gives you a slow, lazy smile, before strolling back to the window. You know he's listening to everything you say. That's what you're thinking about, when suddenly, your tits are dripping with sticky, white cum.You barely recognise the cold, stern voice you hear as yours.
"Look at the fucking mess you made all over me. Dirty little puppy. Lick it off."
The guy looks at you, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. You grab his head and jerk his mouth into your cleavage.
"You SAID you wanted to be told what to do and I am TELLING you!" you growl.
He starts lapping at you, making tiny whimpering noises as you twist his hair around your fingers and tug. You can see his dick already swelling again and you realise that you're starting to enjoy this.
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He looks a bit wavy when you pull his head out of your tits and you're worried you might have gone too far. Your eyes instinctively flick over to Namjoon for reassurance. Understanding what you want straight away, he points at the table behind you. Water. You pour some in your palm and gently splash it on the guy's face, then nudge the bottle into his hand. He drains it, gasping, and looks up at you with these big, appealing eyes. Shit, this guy is too adorable. At least he can focus again."Still in the room?""Yeah... am I - is it OK? For you?"You lean forwards and kiss him on the mouth, running your hands over the taut, wirey torso you haven't had a chance to explore yet and giving him a chance to catch his breath."Very nice so far. You want to carry on?""Mmmmm."You stroke up and down his dick, slow and teasing, feeling it twitch against your hand."Want me to let you fuck me?"He nods.You grab the back of his neck and squeeze."You need to ask nicely then, don't you?""I want to please you so much. Want you to use me."You stand up and slip off your knickers."Keep still then. Toy."You slide down onto him and let him fill you up. You press his head into your shoulder for a long moment, as you lock eyes with Namjoon. His are dark with lust and he bites his lip as he watches you squeezing this unfamiliar dick. Knowing he's watching makes you so wet, and you start to bounce, gripping the guy's shoulders so you can ride him harder, enjoying the unfamiliar freedom of setting the pace."Fuck... you feel so good, you're so beautiful, I think I'm gonna..."You stop moving, gripping him with your thighs, and lift his head up. You gently cup his chin with one hand."You know what will happen if you make a mess of my cunt, puppy?""Have to, have to c-clean it up, I know, I will," he pants.You circle your hips on him and let him thrust up into you as he starts groaning. When he's finished, you push him back so he's lying down."I'm going to sit on your face and let your filthy cum drip down your throat, puppy, OK? And when it's all clean you're going to make me scream with your tongue. IF you say please.""Please, please," he murmurs.He's as good with his tongue on your pussy as he was with his nipples earlier, and it doesn't take long for you to be gripping the sofa and shuddering up against his mouth.You roll off him and see a glazed expression of euphoric exhaustion that you know you've had yourself. You grab him some more water and a blanket as his eyes start to close."You can get some rest now. You were such a good puppy."He smiles up at you, sleepy and adoring."I was, wasn't I?"He's fast asleep in less than a minute.You look up and see Namjoon standing next to you with a smirk."My turn, princess."
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You follow him to the bathroom, still naked. He quietly locks the door and then pushes you up against the wall by your throat, his other hand roaming roughly over your sweaty, sticky body. He whispers deep in your ear and his voice is enough to get you soaking again.
"Cocktease. Messy, messy bitch. Cumslut."
He shoves down his shorts just enough to get his dick out and he's fucking you hard before you even really know it's happening. You had another man's tongue in your pussy less than ten minutes ago and your head is spinning. He's got your tits crammed in his mouth, holding you up easily at just the right angle. Filling you up completely like only he does. You're clenching your muscles round him in minutes and he moves his hand from your throat to your mouth so you don't scream his name."Now get on your hands and knees."
He pulls your thighs roughly, wide apart, pushes in again and slams them together again.
"So tight for me, little whore."
He's thrusting deep and fast and rough, and you can hardly balance to push back on him, but he's barely holding it together and soon you feel hot spurts of cum slamming into you and he pulls you back onto his lap.
"You think I'm licking all that up, you can fuck off."
"Wouldn't dream of asking you, sir."
You snuggle happily into him and he strokes your hair and laughs.
"We're having a bath."You're wrapped in his arms in the hot steam of the enormous bathtub.
"You like him. You liked that. I knew you would."
There's no point attempting to deny it.
"I do. I did. But how did YOU know?"
"I could tell you were smart as soon as I read your notebook. Smart people benefit from a bit of variety. He's very smart too, you know. You'll broaden his horizons as soon as you're officially dating. Probably be married by the end of the year."
You playfully swat his chest. You make about as much impact as a butterfly.
"Don't think he's that into me."
"Pretty sure he was on the point of proposing about fifteen minutes ago."
He laughs and twines his fingers through yours, but you look at his face and see that his smile is sad.
"What - what about you?"
He sighs and looks at the ceiling.
"I'm gonna move to the States. It's what I've wanted since I was a kid. I'm expanding the company. A New York office and one in LA. It's an insane thing to try, but it's my dream."You can't say you're surprised. You'll miss him like crazy but you always knew that there's very little space in his heart for anything that isn't work. He carries on talking, pulling you back into his arms."I think it's for the best that I'm going soon. I've enjoyed what we've had more than anything I've had before, and if I was staying, I wouldn't want to end it. But that's selfish. You deserve a real relationship. With someone who deserves you. So I've been... interviewing potential candidates."You can't help laughing.
"So tonight was part of the interview??"
"Needed to check he was up to EVERY part of the job. I think he did pretty well."
"So what now, sir?"
"We're going to go and sit on my balcony and drink some very expensive whisky before I leave. After I've gone, I guess you're in charge."
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Hope if you've made it this far, you felt like the risk paid off. Thanks so much for giving it a try. "Done is better than perfect," as the real Kim Namjoon says. I definitely had a cathartic little cry writing it and I think it wrapped up pretty nicely.There's an alternative romantic ending from ch7 where y/n and Joon end up together so read on if you wanna see how that goes and lmk if you like it in the comments.Your reminder that my other fics are v canon divergent so even if you haven't watched/didn't like the shows they're inspired by, you may enjoy them.Signing off with the writing playlist as is becoming traditional xoxoAll Night - Bree Runway
LA NOCHE DE ANOCHE - Bad Bunny, ROSALÍA
The One - Carly Rae Jepsen
Explosive - CuteBad
Cool For The Summer - Demi Lovato
FEVER - ENHYPHEN
Love You More - Felix Cartal, Daya
Let Me Know - Hayleau, Junglepussy
Juice of Mandarins - Ibeyi
Tyrant - Kali Uchis, Jorja Smith
Do Me - Kim Petras
Baby - Madison Beer
Quien Manda - Mala Rodriguez
Get Closer - Nuovo Testamento
Worth It - RAYE
ore ore - SOLE
Familiar - Tei Shi
Smoke Sprite - So!YoON!, RM
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You walk into work the next Monday and there's a elderly man you don't recognise packing up your stuff into a cardboard box. Your stomach feels like it dropped through the floor. What the fuck is going on? Have you done something wrong?
"Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?"
"Sorry, miss, I was just taking your things to Mr Kim's office. Maybe I should have waited for you to arrive but you know how Mr Kim wants things done as soon as he asks."
"Er, yes, absolutely."
"Well, you must know or I guess he wouldn't have asked for you."
"Asked for me?"
"To cover for his personal assistant during the vacation... You do know about this?" He suddenly looks doubtful.
"Of course! I just thought it was next week. Silly me, you've saved my life. He would have been so mad!" You give your best eyelash flutter and top it off with a dumb giggle and he seems satisfied.The elderly man leaves you to it and you've just finished unpacking your things in the outer office when he walks in. He gives you a blank, impersonal "Good morning" and drops a file on your desk. It leaves you in no doubt that, whatever else he's planning for you, he intends you to work. There's a long list of typing, copying and filing jobs just for today, and as he's closed his office door, you decide you might as well get started. There's a glass wall between his office and the one you're working in, so you can see through. His desk has a clear view of yours, but he seems to have chosen to sit on one of the low chairs facing away from the wall this morning. All you can see is the back of his head, and the powerful muscles of his shoulders straining against a tight, dark blue shirt.At about 11, the phone on your desk rings.
"Come through."
He stands up as you close the door behind you. His eyes are narrow, cold and disdainful.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
You put on a black t-shirt and a flowing, pleated green skirt. You had no idea you'd be seeing him today after all.
"It's fashionable," you pout.
His hand grabs your throat.
"Watch your fucking tone with me, princess. I don't like it. Now take it off."
He watches while you strip down to your underwear, leaning against his desk.
"While you're working for me, you only think about one thing when you get dressed, and that's making my dick hard, is that understood?"
"Yes, sir.""Think you need to write yourself a reminder."
He throws a pen and some paper on the floor.
"Get down there and write 'I must dress like the slut I am.' Twenty times should do."
This seems like a pretty light punishment, but after the second line you feel him shove your knickers down to your knees and his fingers slide into your wet hole.
"Turns me on when you're so obedient. Now be a good girl and take my dick."
He pushes in, big and slow and delicious, and you moan. Instantly, he lands a heavy smack on your upturned ass.
"Keep writing."
He sets a rhythm that's just fast enough to make it difficult but not impossible to do.
"Done, sir," you pant triumphantly."Count them."
He starts teasing your clit with his fingers, so expertly you struggle to talk.
"One, two, three, four...five, five, ummmm, six, s-seven, eight, nnnnnnnine, ten, ten, aaah, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteeeeen - gonna, oh fuck..."
"You have to finish counting first."
He stops for all of three seconds, then his fingers start rubbing you again.
"Fourteen, fifteen, six-sixteen, ungh, seventeen - oh, oh, mmmmm."
"Don't you fucking dare."
"S-seventeen, eighteen, nineteen-"
A deep chuckle in your ear.
"Looks like you missed one. Pick up the pen."
He thrusts hard into you as you struggle. You can barely see, let alone write. Your hands are shaking, so close to the orgasm you desperately need. Finally you manage it.
"Twenty!"
He gives you what you want and then fills you up with his cum, dragging your knickers straight up so not a drop gets on the expensive carpet.
"Hope that was a memorable enough lesson for you. Put those horrible clothes back on and off you go."
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Your "Good morning" from him comes with a satisfied smirk as he looks you up and down. You chose a silky vest top with a lace trim, and a tight dark purple pencil skirt just long enough to cover the tops of your stockings. It's obvious you're not wearing a bra.Today he sits at his desk, where he can get a good view of your side profile. You make sure to cross your legs so he can see how high your heels are and get a glimpse of exposed thigh. He doesn't look at your face, but you catch him with his eyes fixed on your body more than once, with a dark intensity that makes you glow all over.He has a lot of visitors in the office. They wouldn't dare to touch Mr Kim's secretary but they look at you very differently to when you've been wearing your normal clothes. Some of them are very flirty but you manage to shoo them all out gracefully enough. You brought lunch to eat at your desk, not wanting to attract any extra stares in the cafeteria. He doesn't seem to eat lunch, working solidly until his last scheduled visitor leaves at 4pm. By setting a manic pace, you've managed to finish all the tasks he assigned you today, and you're zoning out at a blank document on the computer screen when he calls you through on the phone.He pulls back his desk chair as you walk in. He's slowly stroking his dick, lips slightly parted, eyes a little red.
"Come here and sit on my lap while I finish this report."
It's all you can do not to sprint across the room but you manage it. You pull up your skirt and slide him straight inside you. He growls and raises his eyebrows at you.
"No underwear all day? Such a dirty slut for me."
His voice is deeper than usual, with a rough edge.
"Sit still and don't move, or I'll throw you on the floor."
"Yes, sir. I'll behave, sir."
He absent-mindedly pets your hair as you snuggle into position, resting your arms on his shoulders and your head up against the collar of his shirt. He's taken off his tie and his top button is undone, giving you a glimpse of the fine bones below his neck. When he can feel that you're settled, he starts typing. You find it's not even difficult not to move. He's so warm to lean against, and he smells so good. Having him buried inside you, feeling him throbbing gently against your pussy, being so close to him...it's quiet and soothing, just the rhythmic clack of his fingers on the keys.Eventually you hear him close the laptop and put it in a drawer. His hand starts rubbing your back, tracing circles over the silky material. He grazes your earlobe with his teeth and nudges you up to face him. He runs his fingers over the lacy, low front of your vest, taking in how hard your nipples are through the fabric.
"Take it off," he whispers. It's been so quiet for so long that the sound of his voice sends a tingle through you. He sucks your bare tits, squeezing them harder as you start to roll your hips into him.
"Making me feel so nice, sir."
"Gonna make you feel even better now. Being such a good girl for me."
He rubs his thumb over your clit, making you lean back and spread your legs wider, giving soft little whimpers. He thrusts up into you, short, shallow movements that make you arch your back in pleasure.
"Love the pretty noises you make when I give you what you want, sweetheart. You can come for me now."
He didn't give you permission this time, but you moan his name as you cling on to his biceps and feel your walls clenching hard against him."It's so hot the way you say my name," he mutters in your ear. He picks you up like you weigh nothing and lays you down on the desk in front of him, dick pressed inside you all the while.
"Arms above your head."
He grabs his tie from his pocket and quickly knots it round your wrists, then pushes your skirt higher so he can see his dick moving in and out of you. His eyes roam over you lustfully.
"Perfect filthy mouth, perfect round tits, perfect tight pussy. All tied up for me to use when I want, how I want. All mine. Fuck, I'm gonna picture you spread out like this every time I sit here now." He's panting, looking at you desperately in a way he hasn't before.
"Please use me, sir. Want to take all your cum, sir."You look sideways at him and see how he's bracing himself on the table, veins stood out and muscles defined. He leans forwards and covers your mouth with an urgent kiss. Then he slams into your wetness, hard and frantic, over and over again, until you hear him moan your name as he drops his head against your shoulder with a sigh. He stays there, melted into you, for a long moment. As he pulls out, he spreads your legs apart and watches as his cum leaks out of you all over the expensive wooden desk.
"Mmmmm. So fucking messy..."
He sounds ecstatic about it, looking glazed and totally fucked out.Then his eyes suddenly snap back into focus and he releases your wrists and grabs something from a cupboard behind him as he zips up his trousers. It's his black turtleneck.
"Put that on."
On you, it's as long as a dress and oversized.
"Don't want everyone else getting to look at my beautiful cumslut."
He kisses the top of your forehead.
"Come on, babygirl, I'll drive you home."
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The amount of office work he gives you increases every day but on Friday he doubles it again. You've started to get your head round the details of all the current projects and most of this list doesn't need doing by the end of next week, let alone the end of today. You work on the most urgent things all morning but after lunch, you decide you're done. You lean back in your chair and start scrolling through your phone. It's less than five minutes before he strides out of his office and stands behind your chair."How many tasks are on your list today?" His voice is icy.
"Too many."
He smacks you across the back of the head.
"Answer the fucking question, brat."
"50. Sir." You roll your eyes at him, knowing exactly where that's going to lead. He yanks your ponytail back so hard your face is almost in his lap.
"And how many tasks have you actually done?"
"17."
"Since you have so many still to do, can you explain to me exactly why you're shopping online right now? Other than because you're an airheaded little bitch?"
"I got bored." You pout up at him. He caresses your throat with one heavy hand.
"I'm boring you, am I, princess?" he says with disdainful sarcasm. "Rude as well as lazy." He slaps your face hard.
"If you weren't so fuckable, I wouldn't keep you around." His hands start unbuttoning your shirt, his face still cold. "Unfortunately, you are, so I guess I'll have to find a way to teach you some manners. Get in my office, I've got a meeting in ten minutes."He presses into you, kissing your mouth and your neck, undressing you, running his hands all over you. It feels so good that you forget that this is supposed to be a punishment. Until there's a knock at the door.
"Get under there, you idle slut. You can learn what bored really feels like."
You stare at him, not processing what you're hearing. He slaps you again.
"Now."
You crawl into the space under the desk, and he pushes the chair in. You have no idea what happened to your clothes."Let's sit over here, Mr Park, I'm sure your day has been as tiring as mine and it's more comfortable on these chairs. A drink?"
You can't see anything in the shadows under the desk, but you hear ice clinking somewhere on the other side of the room. He launches into a presentation. How is he sounding so calm, knowing there's a naked woman under his desk? He does though. It's actually very far from boring under there, adrenaline coursing through you as you strain to keep every muscle still and avoid being discovered. Finally the door locks behind Mr Park, and he drags you out from under the desk by your hair.
"Stay on your knees. My next appointment arrives in fifteen minutes so you need to start sucking."He keeps you under there all afternoon, fucking you over and over again between meetings until you're a sweaty, sticky, cum-splattered mess. Somehow he still looks absolutely pristine. Eventually, some time after 5, the last visitor goes and he closes the door with a groan and gently lifts you up and on to his lap."You have never looked more fucking beautiful, sweetheart," he murmurs into your hair.
"I'm gonna mess up your clothes sitting here," you whisper a bit shakily.
"Sssshhhhh, baby, doesn't matter, I want you so close."
He wraps his arms around you tighter and squeezes. You've never felt a hug more deeply.
Suddenly he chuckles softly.
"I was trying all week to get you to give up on work. I had no idea you'd be so good at the actual job. So fucking smart."
"Thought I was an airheaded little bitch?"
"Think that describes me better than you, actually. I have zero idea how I'm gonna clean you up so I can take you out for dinner."
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On Monday, he's acting weird. Restless. He keeps coming into the outer office to check things that really don't need checking, getting files you can't think why he'd need, starting sentences that don't go anywhere then abruptly walking off. You're a little worried that you've done something wrong, but he doesn't seem angry, just distracted. He's going out in the afternoon for a big pitch at an entertainment company so you decide he's maybe nervous and try to just get on with work.You're stood up filing copies when he comes through on his way out. He touches you lightly on the shoulder and you turn round and smile at him. He leans down to kiss you, gentle and warm."I'll miss you, kitten." His voice is a deep whisper. You reach up and smooth down his hair, conscious that your heart is fluttering in a way it shouldn't be."Are you back tomorrow?""Yeah." He clears his throat and quickly turns around to leave. You're sure his ears are red.All afternoon you manage to avoid thinking anything about it, but alone at home even a new episode of your current favourite drama isn't holding your attention. He can't actually have feelings for you. Can he? This is supposed to be a convenient arrangement for an extremely busy man. You've always told yourself very firmly that it would never be anything else, that you're lucky to have what you have and to enjoy it because it surely won't last long.You're jolted out of your thoughts by the sound of the buzzer. You sigh as you get up, definitely not in the mood for company this late, but your pulse is suddenly racing as you realise that it's him, still in the suit he was wearing earlier. Thankfully you were too busy thinking to start taking off your make-up or get changed, so you still look fairly presentable. You just have time to finger comb your hair as you go to let him in."Is something wrong? Are you OK?""Please, don't worry, everything's fine. I didn't mean to startle you. I should have called or..."He holds his hands up helplessly. You've never seen him remotely this flustered before."Would you like to come in?"You point him towards the sofa in your tiny apartment and he sits down, refusing your offers of food and drinks, looking tense. He leans back and takes a deep breath."It was successful. The pitch was, I mean. And so I won't have to be away so much.""That's good news... is that what you came to tell me?" You're puzzled and it must show."I'm - not good at this." He half laughs, running his hands through his hair. He hasn't even taken his coat off. You want to ask him what he's not good at but you wonder if interrupting will complicate things so you just wait."They, um, they offered you a job there if you want it.""I didn't know I was looking for a new job. Is there something wrong with my work? Or... you don't want to see me anymore? That's alright, I won't be awkward about it."Has he come over to fire you? Is that why he was acting strange this morning?"Fuck, I really am NOT good at this." He looks up at the ceiling and covers his face with his hands, then finds your eyes with his."I want to - I want to be with you. All the time. Officially. I want to tell everyone you're mine. I... love you."You can't do anything but stare at him. It's so unexpected. You can't take it in."I know this isn't what we agreed to. If you don't feel the same way, I understand..."Suddenly, without a doubt, you know. You feel like you've always known. You grab hold of his hands."I love you too."He cracks the biggest, dumbest, cutest grin you've ever seen in your life. You didn't even know his mouth could do that. He pulls you into a soft, dreamy kiss that lasts until all the tension in your bodies dissolves and you feel like you're floating. Finally he breaks away and crushes you into his broad chest while he pulls his phone out."I just need to send a message, baby."You snuggle into his neck while he types, but you're quickly surprised by the buzz of your phone."You should read that," he murmurs into your hair. You can feel him smiling. It's a group notification for the whole company giving everyone the day off tomorrow."That's very nice of you," you breathe out as his lips start caressing your neck."I'm going to be on a date with my girl all day. I don't want us to be bothered with any interruptions. Now we're going to bed." He switches his phone off and puts it down on the table, then lifts you up from the sofa."Yes, sir."He raises one eyebrow at you."Yes, Namjoon."
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"And they lived happily ever after..."Hope you all enjoyed the slushy ending as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to unbothered2care for the kind comments and the inspo to try the alternative endings experiment, it's been a lot of fun. Although for a one-shot PWP did get a bit out of hand lol. Thrilled that so many of you left kudos and please do leave a comment if you enjoyed either/both endings, they do make my life.Your reminder that my other fics are v canon divergent so even if you haven't watched/didn't like the shows they're inspired by, you may enjoy them.New writing playlist for the romance vibes xoxoOjitos Lindos - Bad Bunny, Bomba Estéreo
Halo - Beyoncé
Trivia 承: Love - BTS
Cut To The Feeling - Carly Rae Jepsen
Sunset - Caroline Polachek
Crazy What Love Can Do - David Guetta
Replay - Iyaz
Safari - J Balvin
Holiday- KSI
Slow Motion (Loca) - Lee Vasi
At My Worst - Pink Sweat$, Kehlani