Alpha Dom Boss

Oh my god, I wish I could just burn this stack of folders in front of me.

I’m exhausted, I’m running on four cups of shitty office coffee, and to top it all off, Stacy from accounting is wearing the most obnoxious perfume today, and it’s given me such a headache.

“Ugh.”

“Hey, what are you grumbling about over there?”

“Sorry. I’m just… I can’t focus.”

I stretch in my office chair, the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever experienced, as Jane stands up to lean on the partition dividing our cubicles.

“I know. Honestly, why most of these people aren’t remote working is beyond me. We don’t really need everyone here in the office…”

I’ve never really thought about this before. I mean, I need to be here. And so does Jane… and a few others in our section.

But looking around… there are a lot of people who are just typing on their laptops. They could easily be inputting numbers and filling out reports at home.

“Yeah… why are there so many people here? I feel like it hasn’t always been like this?”

“Did you not read the company-wide email about in-office work? The one that was sent out last Monday?”

“Come on, you know I never read those.”

“The new CEO is like some big shot from LA. He wants to come in and turn things around. He sent out this huge email putting people on blast for working from home. Apparently, there were a lot of reports that were late…”

“Ugh, I know the type: Mr. Big Shot, probably has no life outside this place, and wants to punish us all for it.”

“You haven’t seen him? Honestly, he’s kinda sexy.”

“What? He’s here?”

“Oh my god, you really do live in your own little world over there. Yeah. He’s working from here for the next month or so… part of his whole ‘getting us in line’ thing, I think. He was meeting with Dave in his office a few—”

Jane’s eyes go wide as Dave’s office door opens and a man in a suit comes out. Dave, our regional manager, looks quite ridiculous standing next to him in his jeans and tattered jacket.

“Shit. He’s right there. Look busy, girl. Talk later!”

I try to stifle a laugh as Jane ducks back into her cubicle as the man strides past us.

He glances in my direction, and his eyes fix on me for a moment. He looks a little puzzled.

Shit. What did Dave say about me in there?

I’m kind of the office screw-up… but in a good way. No one around here seems to mind that I occasionally take some office supplies and maybe do a longer lunch… but what does that matter?

I keep things light, get my work done, and usually treat everyone to a drink on Fridays at The Black Penny.

I nod politely at him as he passes before turning my attention back to my desk.

God, it’s going to be impossible to hold myself together while he’s here. I hope Dave didn’t throw me under the bus or anything.

Okay, now I’m having even more trouble focusing.

“Psst. Jane.”

“Yeah?”

“Is the spare office free right now? Or is Mr. Big using it?”

Jane shakes her head and shrugs at me, before returning to her work. Her dedication to this place is astounding.

“Screw it. I’m going in there. Tell Dave if he’s looking for me, that’s where I’ll be, okay?”

I gather my folders in one scoop, some of them dropping to the floor. Whatever, I’ll be back for them in a bit. I just need some quiet right now…

Whew. Okay. Finally.

I feel like I can hear myself think now. Okay, where was—

Oh. Whose briefcase is this?

By the looks of it, it likely belongs to Mr. Big. Looks pretty fancy to me.

So he must have been working in here…

Oh well, I’ll just set it aside. If he needs it, the door’s unlocked. Right now, I just need to get out of that little cubicle.

Now… where was I? I think I was looking for the annual statistics…

Ugh. Just staring at these numbers is making me want to take a nap.

My stupid neighbors have been so loud with their yappy little dog this week. My landlord also wants to up my rent and I have no idea how I’m going to swing that.

God, I’m stressed.

Plus, I haven’t cum in like a week. Oh my god, is that right? Damn.

Thinking about it now… that probably explains why I’m so irritable today.

I adjust a little in my chair and clench my thighs together.

I don’t know if it’s because I was just thinking about it or what… but I’m suddenly so horny.

And okay… maybe Mr. Big did look kind of sexy in that suit.

It kind of reminded me of this video I watched a few weeks ago… the title was something so ridiculous. What was it?

It’s probably in my browser history. I’m kind of dying to know what it was, it was something so stupid…

Where… okay, it would have been last Monday… scrolling, scrolling…

Okay, yeah. Hot Secretary Fucks Her Alpha Dom Boss to Save Her Job.

Oh god. These titles can be so ridiculous.

The thumbnail is… well, it’s the reason I clicked on it.

It’s definitely not my usual thing but… seeing her bent over the desk like that with the man standing behind her in a suit…

It was so hot.

I kind of want to press play right now… just to remind myself of what the video was actually like… it can’t be as good as I’m remembering…

I’ve masturbated at work before, but in the bathroom, and definitely not while watching full-on porn on my phone.

Okay, I am quite far out of the way of everyone. No one comes in here, usually. There is his briefcase… so perhaps he’s coming back, but he looked like he was going out for the afternoon…

Fuck it. I’ll just make sure the volume is turned down…

Okay. Good. Wouldn’t want that to be blasting out loud…

And, play.

God, she’s gorgeous, and he’s so dominant and sexy…

I love the way he comes up behind her like that… his hands all over her. The way she looks back at him, so desperate for it…

I’m feeling pretty desperate, too.

I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it… my fingers are already between my legs… rubbing through the fabric of my underwear…

All I have to do is slide my skirt up a little… and push it to the side, and I can—

Oh, god.

Yeah. That feels really good. I’m already so wet…

Watching him bend her over, spank her…

Rubbing my clit… god, it feels good.

The idea of getting caught in here watching porn is so thrilling, even though I know it likely won’t happen.

I adjust in my seat, spreading my legs further apart and leaning back in my chair. I slide two fingers slide inside myself and push them deeper and deeper as the man in the video begins to fuck his secretary…

The way he pulls her hair back like that, pinning her in place with his body…

The way he growls in her ear…

Fuck, that feels so good…

I’ve never been fucked like that. I want it, so badly. I want someone to make me feel that thrill, that desperation…

Oh my god, that feels so good.

I prop the phone up on the desk against my stack of folders, and quickly undo the top three buttons of my shirt.

I tease my breasts through my thin bra, pinching my nipples through the fabric as my fingers thrust in and out of me… matching the rhythm of the assistant and her CEO in the video…

I think about the man I just saw… his jacket on the floor, his shirt unbuttoned, his pants… his cock in my hands… in my mouth…

His hands on me, gripping my hips, fucking me from behind right here at this desk…

Yeah, fuck. Oh my god, it feels really good.

I squeeze my breasts hard in my hand as I fuck myself a little faster. Picturing Mr. Big’s cock thrusting deep inside me…

Being told I’m his, being told I’m his toy, his plaything…

I want to feel his hands on me, spanking me, gripping me, feeling those hands around my throat, pinning me in place while he uses me at his desk…

Oh my god, I want to cum. Shit… yes.

Yes… fuck her. Fuck her like she’s yours… take her.

It looks so good, his cock sliding in and out of her. She’s facing him now, and he’s looking down at her…

His big hands are grasping at her breasts, sliding up to her mouth… she’s sucking on his thumb, looking up at him…

Fuck, yes. Yes, yes… almost…

I scramble to lock my phone and adjust myself, but it’s too late. The door is opening…

My heart stops completely when Mr. Big enters the room.

We stare at each other… my eyes wide, and his eyes scanning my body, very obviously trying to take in what he’s just walked in on.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I—”

“Well, hello. You must be the one Dave told me about… the trouble maker.”

I try to adjust myself in my seat. My underwear is still around my ankles, and my shirt is completely misbuttoned.

Oh god, I’m about to be fired. Shit.

“Well, I believe I’ve interrupted something here…”

He clicks the door shut behind him, and my heart starts pounding again when I hear him flick the lock.

“Well, I was just… I came in here to get some quiet. I couldn’t focus, and I—”

“Tell me, is this usually how you spend your afternoons at work?”

“Um… what do you mean?”

“Hmmm. Do you think I don’t know what you were up to?”

“I’m… I’m so sorry, I had no idea…”

“Yes. I could tell… what you were doing, and that you thought you wouldn’t get caught.”

I can’t look away as he moves across the room and takes a seat across from me, directly across from me.

He places his hands on the desk and I’m pretty sure I can hear my own heart pounding in my ears now.

Oh my god, he’s just staring at me. Why… why isn’t he saying anything?

I can’t quite read him. I have no idea what he’s thinking.

“If you would like to keep this a little secret, that would be fine with me.”

“Oh god, yes. I’m so sorry, I don’t even know—”

I’m trying to come up with some excuse, some possible reasoning for my actions when I notice now he’s smirking at me.

A whole new kind of thrill shoots through me. Is he… toying with me?

“Alright. It’s our secret then.”

He leans back in his chair, getting comfortable, showing me that he’s comfortable. Telling me, in his own way, that he’s not going anywhere.

“Do you have many secrets?”

“Like this? Yes. I do. And you?”

My thighs are clenched together so hard under the desk, the pleasure that was there before still feels pent up. Now, combined with the rush of having this conversation… God, I want to keep going.

“Yes. I have a lot of these kinds of secrets.”

“Well, I should think so. I’ve heard you’re quite… bold and adventurous. Well, you must be, to attempt this while I’m here.”

“I’ve been known to cause a little mischief sometimes, yes.”

“And that excites you? Causing trouble? Breaking the rules?”

I nod. I don’t think I could speak anymore if I wanted to. The message you’re sending is clear: you’re open to seeing where this can go… but you’re leaving the decision to me.

You won’t expose me, fire me, scold me. You won’t do anything else to me… with me… either, unless I ask for it.

I let my eyes meet yours and slowly lean back in my chair. My fingers, practically trembling, reach up to my shirt and softly undo one of the buttons.

Your eyes scan my body, starting at my eyes. You’re hesitant to let them leave mine, but you can’t help but look down… my neck, my chest… to the buttons I’m slowly undoing.

Your gaze seems fixed on my fingers until they stop moving. My shirt is completely undone now, and the next move is yours.

You meet my eyes again, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip.

“Keep going.”

I lean back against my chair, getting comfortable again. My hand trails down my chest, squeezing and massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra.

Your eyes are fixed on me, watching every move.

I trail them down, between my legs. I spread them apart and let my fingers settle back onto my clit.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“So good… I was so close before…”

“And being here, at work, that helps?”

“Yes.”

My fingers trail down and I let them sink inside me, while my eyes are locked on yours.

Fucking myself here, you watching me, the thrill of it all, the rush combined with the absolute fear I was feeling just a few moments ago… it’s all melding together.

“That feels so good. So good…”

“The video. What was it that you were watching?”

“An assistant… and her boss…”

“Hmm, I could have guessed. Was it rough?”

“Yes.”

My fingers thrust in and out of me a little faster. I’m desperate, on the point of exploding. Looking into your eyes, I feel like you’ve locked me in this place, this feeling… it feels so good…

“And you like it rough, don’t you? Like it rough at work… just want to be fucked by your boss? Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Yes…”

“Keep going. Don’t stop.”

Your hands are still resting on the table, but I can tell by the way you’re looking at me and the tone of your voice that you like this. You like this, you want this…

“Oh, fuck. I’m going to cum…”

“Shhh, do it quietly. Don’t let them hear you… wouldn’t want to get caught, would we? ”

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it… cum all over those fingers… Good… yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Cover your mouth if you have to. Do not let anyone hear you. Is that understood?”

My free hand clasps over my mouth as my fingers thrust in and out of me faster and harder. Oh god, this is so hot, this is so hot. The look you’re giving me… the way you’re watching me… spurring me on…

“Yes, yes… yes!”

Your eyes are fixed on me, and one of your hands has disappeared under the table as you watch me cum.

I try to keep my eyes on you, one hand covering my mouth as I try not to make too much noise.

Finally, my eyes close as I cum. I feel my wetness coating my fingers and I clench my thighs together, grinding gently against the chair as it passes through me.

I barely have time to catch my breath before you’re standing. I watch in disbelief as you gather your things, pick up your briefcase, and walk to the door.

I catch a glimpse of a smirk on your face, but that’s it. You don’t say a word to me… you don’t even look back when you get to the door.

You open it and close it, leaving me alone in this office, my clothes half-off and my thighs wet with cum… wondering what the hell just happened.