After Hours

“You’re still here.”

“Yep.”

“I can’t tell if you’re actually this dedicated or if you’re just trying to make a good first impression.”

“A little bit of both, if you can believe it.”

“Well, you should take it easy. The hard part’s over.”

“The hard part?”

“Getting the job.”

“Well, it’s a job I worked very hard to get. And one I’d like to keep.”

“Of course. I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.”

You brush a stray hair out of your face and return your attention to your laptop.

Every inch of your desk is covered with stacks of files and stray papers—but it’s somehow still so orderly.

I’ve gotten that sense from you, that you like organized chaos. You seem like you thrive under pressure.

What time is it? Oh, damn, almost midnight. It’s not all that unusual for associates to work late, but from what I understand you only just joined the firm last month.

You’re probably trying to play catch up and get up to speed on the clients you were just assigned.

“Damn it.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to—”

“Sorry for being short with you. I’m, uh… I’m not great at being the new girl.”

“Oh, no, no, it’s all good. I get it.”

“New firm, new clients, it’s just… it’s a lot.”

“Yeah. I think everyone’s first couple of weeks here are tough.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely. My first month I was surviving entirely on double shots of espresso and protein bars.”

“And when did that stop?”

“Eh, I get single shots now.”

You sit back in your chair and push away from the desk a little.

I watch you for a moment as you flex your wrists and roll your neck a few times.

The top three buttons on your shirt are undone and you’ve slipped out of your shoes. You look far more comfortable now than you do during the day.

I’ve noticed you getting a lot of attention in the office already from other associates, even one of the partners.

You’re well-spoken, well-dressed… it’s hard not to notice you, honestly.

It’s no secret the firm is something of a boy’s club. I wonder what that must be like for you… No wonder you work so late.

“So, you’ve been doing the whole senior partner thing for almost a decade now, right? Any tips on how to relax in the little free time we get?”

Your massage the back of your neck, getting a little more forceful with each stroke. The necklace you’re wearing shifts out from under your blouse. It’s nothing fancy, just a simple circle pendant on a thin silver chain.

There’s something… oddly familiar about it.

“No little pearls of wisdom for me?”

“What? Oh! Uh—sorry, what did you ask?”

“I was just asking if you had any tips for me on how to relax in such a high-stress job… but now I’m more curious about what you were thinking about.”

“I was just thinking… uh… I noticed your necklace. It’s beautiful.”

“Oh, thanks. It’s new.”

You take the chain in your hands and your fingers work down to the pendant. You twirl it around idly, wrapping it around your index finger before letting it unfurl.

I know exactly where I’ve seen that necklace.

It’s a subtle symbol people wear to express their interest in submission. Not as loud or intense as a collar, which shows that you already belong to someone, but… it essentially means the same thing.

“Was it a gift?”

“For myself, yeah.”

You cross your legs, one in front of the other, and look up at me with an amused smile.

I don’t want to be wrong about this, but… it feels like you’re sending me signals. Like you’re leaving breadcrumbs for me to pick up on, trying to feel out if we’re on the same page.

I’m not your boss, but… I do work above you. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… or jeopardize our working relationship in any way, but… I think I’m right about this.

“Anyway, having to be on all the time, working my ass off here to stand out… I just feel like I need something to help me get out of my head. Do you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I, uh, I think I know… exactly… what you mean. Are we… we are talking about the same thing, aren’t we?”

“You know what my necklace means?”

“I… yeah, I do.”

“Then, I’m pretty sure we’re talking about the same thing. I just moved here, so I haven’t had much time to find people who share our interests. I was hoping the necklace would help.”

“If you know, you know.”

“Exactly.”

“Well, the Vamp Room. Um, it’s downtown. Great spot for meeting like-minded folks.”

“Such as ourselves?”

“Such as ourselves, yeah.”

For the first time in our entire conversation, my eyes really meet yours and you hold my gaze.

There’s a question in your eyes. Or maybe it’s more of a challenge…

This conversation is no longer just an acknowledgment of our shared interests. I think it’s an invitation.

“Well, I guess I should stop for tonight.”

“Ah, before you go…”

“Yes?”

“The Coleman files. I noticed some mistakes in them.”

“Oh. Well, I should get on that, then.”

“Yes, I think you should. They’re in my office.”

Before the words are fully out of my mouth, you’re on your feet and scooping up your black heels.

I turn around and lead the way back to my office. A rush of heat travels up through my face. Something about your presence right behind me… how closely you’re following… I don’t want you to see that my cock is already getting hard.

So, just to put it out there. Nothing that happens here is going to affect our relationship at the office. Correct?

“Of course. And neither of us is feeling… coerced into… anything?”

“Not at all.”

“Same.”

You undo the next two buttons on your shirt with one hand and I catch a brief glimpse of your bra.

You drop your heels and take a few steps toward me. You’re waiting for my instructions, waiting for me to step into this role… and give you what you seem so desperate for.

If I’m going to do this, I want to do it right. It’s been a while for me, but… it’s all muscle memory.

“Come here.”

You close the space between us and look up at me. Your eyes are bright, expectant.

I reach down and lay my hand against your cheek… and trail my fingers down to your jaw. I close them gently around your chin and press my lips against yours.

“I think you know… that for this to work… I have to be in control. Right?”

“Yes…”

“So, you will address me as Sir. You are my employee, after all…”

“Yes, Sir.”

You gaze up into my eyes and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. Whatever this game is, however we got here, we’re deep in it now.

“Good. Now, as I mentioned earlier. The Coleman file needs your attention. It’s there, on my desk.”

You give me a look over your shoulder, a smirk really, as you make your way over to my desk. You’re going to be challenging me just as much as I am you, it seems.

You lean over the edge, your upper body resting against the cool wood surface. Back arched, ass pushed out towards me as you open the file and spread the papers out in front of you.

“Anything else I need to know before we begin, Sir?”

“Safeword is ‘mercy.’ Agreed?”

“Yes, Sir.”

That little bit of desperation in your voice… the way your skirt barely covers the tops of your thighs…

I approach you from behind and slowly press myself up against you. I’m sure you can feel me, hard and throbbing, right up against your ass…

I lean forward a little and gently trace my fingers down the curve of your neck… down your spine.

“This file has some really sloppy errors. Find them. Fix them, right now.”

I reach over to my pen holder and grab a bright red pen, tossing it on top of the stack of papers.

“Sorry, Sir. How will you… punish me?”

“I think a spanking for each error you find will be sufficient. That’ll teach you to look over your work more carefully next time, won’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I push the edge of your skirt up, over your ass, and run my fingers over the soft black fabric of your thong.

You get to work scanning the page in front of you, and within a few seconds, you find the first error. You circle the mistake with bright red ink and brace yourself against the desk, waiting…

“One…”

“Good girl. How did that feel?”

“Could be a little harder… Sir.”

“Like that?”

“Yeah. Like that.”

You grind your ass back into me as you search for the next error on the page. Your breathing has picked up… and you can’t seem to stand still.

My cock is starting to ache.

“Two…”

“Keep going.”

“Three…”

You drop the pen and your hands clench shut, your fingertips digging into the desk a little.

“Again, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Spank me again, please, Sir.”

“I know my work has been suffering… but I want to make it up to you.”

“Do you? Maybe next time you’ll fix your errors before they make it to my desk, won’t you?”

“Yes, I promise. I’ll do better next time, Sir.”

“Mm, there is something you can do to make up for your sloppy work. Undress for me. Now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You undo the rest of the buttons on your shirt and shrug out of it. I pull apart the bra clasp in the center of your back and slide each strap down your shoulder.

I snake my hands around your chest and find each of your nipples. I squeeze them softly at first… then harder.

You turn your neck to the side and I press my mouth against the smooth stretch of skin.

I keep one hand playing with your nipple and let the other drift down your sides… down to the waistband of your underwear.

I spread you apart gently, letting my fingers slide through your wetness.

“You… are very wet. Is this what turns you on? Your boss telling you what to do?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I press my thumb against your clit and hold it there. You grind forward and back against my hand, trying to get more of me.

“Oh my god, please, Sir…”

“That… is very unprofessional. Look at you… so impatient… desperate…”

I draw slow circles around your clit… not enough to take you to the edge… but enough to make you squirm.

“Beg me for it.”

“What?”

“Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear it. I want to hear how bad you want it.”

“Please, please—I need you, Sir. I need you…”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me hard, Sir. Please, I want it. I want you.”

I undress quickly, undoing my pants and sliding my boxers down. My cock springs into my hands, hard and throbbing, ready for you.

I reach around you and fumble in my trouser pockets to find my wallet for a moment. There’s a condom here somewhere… I know it…

“I have one too if you can’t find one…”

“Got it.”

I tear it open and slip it on.

“Turn around.”

You lift yourself onto the edge of the desk and lean back. Your legs brace around my middle as I lean forward… and press my tip up against you.

“Fuck, I need you, Sir.”

I tease your entrance, gathering your wetness around the tip of my cock.

“I need to hear more begging.”

“Please—please—”

I ease inside you, inch by inch, watching your face as I slowly fill you up.

“Fuck… oh, you feel so good.”

“More, more, please…”

I thrust deeper… going further in you with each stroke… You steady yourself with your hands braced behind your back as I jerk my hips harder into you.

You grip the edge of the desk with both hands, your knuckles turning white as I sink into you again and again. I can feel your pussy relax around me. Feel you letting go…

I gather your hair in my free hand and bunch it together. I tug gently until your neck is exposed and your head tilted back.

I sink my teeth into the side of your neck, gently at first, and then a little harder.

“Oh my god, yes!”

I kiss the spot again, then bite down hard once more.

“Fuck…”

I slip my hand between us and find your clit. I rub it in quick, tight circles and your thighs squeeze tight around me.

“Are you going to be good and cum for me?”

“Oh my god, yes, yes, Sir—”

I work your clit faster… harder. You’re losing control, hardly able to respond…

I can’t wait to feel you cumming around my cock.

“Oh shit…”

I let my cock slide out of you as you get to your feet.

“Bend over.”

“Yes, Sir…”

“I’m going to cum. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to make me cum?”

“Yes, Sir. Cum inside me. Please…”

I grip your hip with one hand and guide myself back inside you from behind. My dick slides in you so easily...

“Yeah, be rough with me. I can take it.”

I dig my fingers into the sides of your thighs as I start fucking you again.

“Oh, fuck—yeah, just like that.”

Yeah, such a good girl. Take it, take it for me.

“Pull my hair. Please, Sir—”

I take a fistful of your hair again in my free hand and tug, harder than before. You thrust back into me, your ass cheeks slapping against my thighs as my entire cock disappears inside of you… again and again…

“Sir, I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum again…”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah…”

“I… that was… good, right? I mean everything was—”

“Don’t be so worried. It was good. More than good.”

I pick up your panties off the ground as I bend over to pull up my boxers and pants.

I hand them to you, but instead of putting them on, you bunch them in your hand and lean over the side of my desk.

You open the top drawer and drop them inside.

““How about… you hold onto these for me? I like the idea of knowing they’re there while you’re having your morning meetings tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

You walk back towards me and use my shoulder to steady yourself as you slip your heels back on.

You leave me with one last grin before striding out of my office and closing the door behind you.