Alpha Dom Boss IV

How is it only one o’clock? This day is really dragging on.

I’m in that weird middle period of the day, where I’ve completed all my morning tasks, had my lunch and am trying to dredge up the energy to dive into this afternoon’s work.

I absentmindedly kick my heels off under my desk and stare at my inbox. Fifty-eight emails. Each one probably has any number of mundane questions people could probably find themselves but for some reason need me to figure out for them. I love that for me.

Although, I do see an email here from the event planner, which is great. I’ve been waiting to hear back from them about the annual charity gala we’re holding… let’s see what they have to—

Oh… a new email just popped up… from my boss.

Well, he’s not just my boss. I mean… he is… but in more ways than you’d think.

The new CEO started here about 9 months ago… and it was about 9 months ago that he walked in on me masturbating in one of the back offices in the middle of the day.

Not my finest hour, I will admit.

But what I didn’t expect… what I could never have imagined… was the smirk on his face. The one that said I wasn’t going to be fired, because there was more fun to be had between us… if I wanted to open that door.

Since then, we’ve gone to play parties, had countless office hookups - during the day, late at night, while he’s on a call and I’m under his desk…

God, it’s been so fun.

I glance up from my desk, toward his office. The door is open and he’s sitting at his desk, leaning back in his chair slightly. He notices my lingering look and gives me a slight nod.

I turn my attention back to my screen. If it was personal, he’d text me… not email me. But that look on his face suggests something exciting.

“You forgot your phone in my car this morning. Such a forgetful little thing, aren’t you? I can still smell you on me… it’s driving me wild. Do you want to play a little game this afternoon, sweetheart?”

My thighs clench a little under my desk. How did I not realize I haven’t had my phone all morning? I guess I’ve just been so busy… Well, this is definitely more fun than answering emails…

I hit ‘reply’ and begin to type…

“Oops, sorry. Guess I was a little distracted this morning. What kind of game did you have in mind?”

I shift in my seat anxiously as I wait for him to read it and respond.

Fooling around in the office is something we used to do all the time, but come to think of it… it has been a few weeks.

Maybe more than that… when was the last time we did this? Maybe the Anderson meeting… yeah. About a month ago… maybe a little more.

God, it was so hot being under his desk while he was on that call… feeling his cock twitch in my mouth, digging my nails into the sides of his thighs while he tried to keep his composure…

I love being bratty, teasing him… because when he finally takes that control back, it’s so, so good.

His response is waiting for me and I open it, quickly scanning the screen…

“Good girl. I left a package for you in the break room. Second cupboard to the left of the fridge. Better go claim your present before someone else finds it… Instructions inside. ”

I slip my feet back into my heels and stand, adjusting my skirt and praying no one notices how quickly I’m rushing to the break room.

Luckily, there’s no one in here… Okay, he said… second cupboard… left of the fridge.

I open the door and sure enough, tucked behind a box of crackers is a black box with a ribbon on it. Just a little bigger than my palm.

I glance around to make sure I’m alone in here, and reach in for it… opening it…

Inside the box, on a silky little pillow, is a bright pink toy.

I can tell immediately that it’s one of the ones from my wish-list… the kind that fits inside you and is controlled by a remote… or a phone app.

The little card on the inside says ‘just tell me when you’re ready’

A flush of heat runs through me as I turn on my heel and hurry to the restroom door just across from me.

I start and almost drop the box - and the contents - as Maria from HR nearly runs right into me as she’s leaving the restroom.

““Oh, god. Sorry. Not sure where my mind is today. (brief pause) Oh, here. Sorry, i’ll just move—”

I step back out of her way so she can get past me, and the quizzical look she gives me is enough to almost make me laugh out loud.

I take a deep breath and enter the restroom, pleased to find no one else is inside. Slipping into one of the stalls, I lift my skirt, pull down my panties and insert the toy…

I’m already so wet from just the thought of this, I can’t wait to see what it feels like…

I stuff the empty packaging in the garbage and make sure to place some paper towels over it to hide it. I keep the card though. It might be silly, but I love having little reminders of all the naughty things we’ve done together.

Making my way back to my desk, the toy is nestled inside me and pressing up against my G-spot…

I’m almost to my desk when the toy begins to pulse, strong waves shooting through me.

“Oh god!”

I stumble a little, leaning on my coworkers desk for support. She gives me a look and I shrug an apology at her and beeline for my chair.

I glance up at him and I can see the amused look on his face. Oh, he’s going to enjoy this a little too much, I think. But I will, too.

Sitting in my chair, the pulse slows a little to something more consistent. I lean forward, pretending to stretch, but trying to rock my hips a little…

God, it feels so good.

Another email indicator pops up…

“Having trouble walking, sweetheart? You’re so cute when you’re needy. I want you nice and wet for me by the end of the day… my little toy… to play with… tease… torture with that vibrator… however and whenever I want. Today, you’re mine. And you’re going to do exactly as I say. ”

I have to suppress the naughty smile pulling at the corners of my lips.

God, he’s so… the way that he takes control, the way he teases me, the games he likes to play… I’ve just never met someone who matches my pace with these things.

I can tell he’s having fun with the pattern now… probably dragging his finger up and down on the track pad.

Oh god… This is hard… trying to stay quiet… It feels so good already.

All I can think about is the first time… the thing that started this game between us. Me, masturbating in the back office… touching myself… watching a video on my phone…

Him walking in… the way his face dropped and then the hint of a smile when he realized that my skirt was pushed up, my hand between my thighs.

Such a compromising position he caught me in… he could have ruined me.

I forgot about the real-world consequences and got lost in how hot it was… that he had this over me… that I was at his mercy in such an intense way…

I rock a little against my chair, trying to be discreet. It feels so good. So good…

Another email pops up in my inbox, and my hands shake a little as I click to open it…

“I love watching my needy girl contain herself at work. Do you like how it feels, baby? You like the way it feels when I make that toy pulse inside you… God, I can’t wait until my cock can take its place? More instructions coming soon… ”

“So, what do you got for me?”

I practically jump when my coworker spins her chair and pushes it toward me. She’s looking at me expectantly. I quickly click out of the email, hoping she wasn’t lingering long enough to read it over my shoulder.

“Uh...”

“The charity gala… they were supposed to get back to you today, right? About the head count and— ”

“Oh, yeah. It’s in my inbox, let me have a look…”

Oh my god, it feels so good, the way the vibrator is pulsing slowly inside me… on low… then slowly getting more intense.

I try to focus on my screen as my coworker hovers behind me. Can she hear the vibrator? I mean, I can, but I know it’s there…

Not like she’d really care, she’s always found my office antics funny, but… It is so much fun hiding this from everyone… feeling like I’m about to get caught at any moment…

“Girl, it’s right there. They emailed you like an hour ago, why didn’t you tell me? ”

“Sorry, just… been a busy morning”

“Let me just check…”

She leans over me to read the email, scanning it for the information she needs.

I don’t dare look up at him, but I can feel his eyes on us from his office across the hall. The toy buzzes a little stronger inside me and oh god, it feels so good…

“The location has a maximum capacity of… blah, blah, blah. Yes, yes. Okay… Ah, okay. Perfect. That’s all I needed to know to arrange my side of things. Thanks! Can you forward that to me? ”

“Uhuh”

She rolls her chair back to her desk and begins typing, and I feel myself unclench a little.

Another message pops up in my inbox, and it’s all I can do not to whimper out loud.

“I want you… to go to the photo copy room… and tease yourself for me. Just a little. Play with those nipples for me… but do not cum. You have 10 minutes”

Heat flares up my neck and I’m sure my cheeks aren’t concealing it. I glance around the office and everyone is just going about their day… no one has any idea that kind of games we play right under their noses… and I love it.

I gather some files, any files, really - to busy my hands and to make sure I have a reasonable excuse for going to our copy room.

I stand up and attempt to walk normally, but god, every movement pushes the vibrator up against just the right spot and I can already feel myself getting so wet…

The copy room is a ghost-town, like it normally is. Most of us have printers at our desks, the copy room is only ever really used to make mass copies for presentations or something. But just to be sure, I push the door shut and make sure I hear the tell-tale sign of the ‘click’ that means it’s in the right spot.

It’s not locked, exactly - there is no lock… but the door always sticks if it’s closed all the way… hopefully, if someone comes in… getting the door loose and pushed open will take enough time for me to make sure I’m decent.

I set my folders and papers on the copier and take a few deep breaths, feeling the vibrations pulse through me.

Oh my god… it feels so good.

I could cum in here… I could just… rock against the vibrator enough… just enough… to make myself cum, at least once… take the edge off.

But I know that’s against the rules… his rules… and it feels so much better to cum with him deep inside me…

I quickly undo the top buttons of my blouse, and notice my fingers are shaking.

I get on my knees, not even paying attention to how gross this floor probably is… and I pull my breasts out of my bra and shirt, eager to finally get some relief…

Pinching my nipples, twisting them… rocking on my knees while the vibrator pulses and— Oh god… he’s making it go harder now…

I want to cum, so bad. But I— Oh god… I can’t.

Fuck, it feels so good… I slide my free hand between my legs and press hard against the toy… the pattern gets even stronger…

Shhit… oh my god. Yes, yes… I want— Fuck, I don’t know if I can wait… I want it so much...

The pattern starts to fade to a minimal vibration just as I was about to climax. God, I love being edged… and I love how somehow, he knew when to give me more… and when to pull back.

It isn’t… wait. It isn’t a coincidence. It takes me a few moments to put things into place… to realize why he sent me here of all places…

I look up, and to my left… and sure enough… there’s a camera there.

I can’t believe I forgot it was in here. It was months ago… we had it installed because employees were stealing supplies from this room and we— he — thought this would deter people.

We stopped monitoring the room once the employee who had been stealing office supplies was let go… but… we never took the camera down.

A thrill shoots through me when I realise he has to be watching me. He’s the only one who has full access to the system… and there’s no way he could have known exactly how close I was… unless he was watching.

Well… if he is watching… I might as well give him a bit of a show.

I lean back, arching so my tits are on full display. I start to tease myself again… pinching my nipples… running my fingers up and down my body… between my legs…

I press on the vibrator at the same time he begins a stronger pattern…

I run my fingers through my hair… let them finger around my neck while I rock in place… my hips grinding and moving, letting the vibrator pulse between my legs… pinching my nipples and — oh god…

He must like what he sees… and it’s a confirmation that he’s watching… because the pattern gets even stronger… And stronger…

Shit, I— I have to be quiet. I have to— Oh my god…

I lean forward, bracing myself on my hands and knees - I must look absolutely feral as I grind on nothing, desperate for the vibrator to finish the job, desperate for release, desperate for him…

The vibrator stops completely, just as I’m about to cum. Oh… my… god.

I can’t do this anymore. I need him. I need his thick, perfect cock inside me, right now…

I stand up, adjusting my clothes and barely making sure my top buttons are done up before flinging the door open.

Forget the files, forget the games, forget that I’m being reckless and we could be caught after months of being a secret… god, all I need right now is to cum.

I make my way back down the hall and am making a beeline for my desk, past his open office door. I’m almost to my chair when I hear his voice.

“Hey, you two, in my office, please. Now. ”

My coworker gives me a confused look and I shrug, trying to look casual but I probably just look strange.

Oh, he really does want to torture me today… there’s no way I want to have an impromptu meeting right now. In his office… the place where he usually makes me his needy, obedient pet…

The vibrator goes back to pulsing a dull pattern inside me, but as I walk, each step presses it against my g-spot. I am so incredibly sensitive, even it could make me cum if I was standing in the right position… just the right amount of pressure…

“Close the door.”

As my coworker turns to close the door, I notice his lips curl into a smug smile for just an instant before returning to his normal hard look. The one he wears in the office, normally.

He’s not cold or anything. He’s actually a great boss. He just demands excellence and holds people to be their best. I think a lot of people in the office think he’s too strict, has no casual side, isn’t capable of having fun…

But they just don’t know him like I do… haven’t seen the fun side of him, the dominant side of him. I can tell he’s loving this right now. Teasing me, toying with me in front of someone, forcing me to keep my cool…

“What’s up, Sir?”

“I just wanted to get an update on the charity gala. Do we have the projected attendance and max capacity of the venue? ”

“Yes, max capacity is 350, and we’re looking at about 220 guests confirmed so far.”

“Oh!”

The pattern has unexpectedly picked up on the toy inside me, pulsing at the highest level possible. But how… his hands are resting on his desk, clasped together.

“Something to add?”

My coworker looks at me with a confused look, but it’s the one on his face, that quick moment of pleasure at how much he’s watching me squirm that makes my heart race a little faster.

This is a whole new kind of game, now. He’s testing me. Seeing how long I can keep my composure.

“No, I was just— 220, that’s great. Awesome work, really. ”

““Thanks…” Anyways, as I was saying… Confirmed guests stand at about 220 right now… The venue is max capacity of 350 so even if more people attend, plus ones, you know… we should be totally fine, still. ”

“The head table, the board and you, of course… is 20. We’ve got a long table set up right at the front for this… that’s fine, right? Let’s see, what else… Oh, the catering. Set for 250 people, but they said plates we don’t use can be refunded so that’s amazing, and… I think that’s it.”

Her voice trails off and I have to keep reminding myself to breathe normally. God, I want to touch myself, I want to rock against the vibrator, I want his cock inside me…

Okay, just have to get through this conversation. I try to focus on what she’s saying, where we are in the conversation, but I can’t—

My eyes seem to focus on his shoes, visible just under his desk… and the pattern inside me pulses, my heart races faster as I remember being on my knees under there… his perfect, thick cock in my mouth… his hand resting on my head, tangled in my hair as he presented his end of year financials to the board of directors.

Oh god, oh god… it feels so good. I could— fuck. My thighs are clenching together so much and my knees are weak…

Thinking about what we did after the meeting was over… the way he rewarded me for being such a good toy for him, such a good mouth for him to fuck… eating me out on the desk until I couldn’t breathe, leaving bruise marks on my thighs from how hard his fingertips were digging into them…

“Anything to add?”

My attention is brought back to the present by the lack of voices around me, and I look up to see them both - my boss and my coworker, staring at me.

I don’t dare look at his face for longer than necessary, but I can tell he’s having a great time with this game we’re playing.

“What?”

“Anything to add… about the capacity concerns and budget for this celebration?”

“No, no, nothing. Nothing to add. ”

“Okay, perfect. If you can get the venue the latest numbers, we’ll be all set.”

I turn on my heel to leave the room, desperate for an escape… maybe I can get to the bathroom and—

“Wait. Will you stay behind? I need to discuss something with you. ”

“Of course.”

My coworker shuffles past me and I move out of her way as much as I can. I’m almost sure she’s caught on, that she’s heard the vibrator or senses how weird I’m acting. The doorknob presses into my lower back as she passes me and she smiles her normal smile, as if nothing’s happening.

As if I didn't just almost have a silent orgasm while she was standing a few feet away from me, as if our boss isn’t about to make me his desperate little toy while she’s working at her desk.

God, I love this game. I mean I hate it, but I love it.

I shut the door behind her and it’s all I can do to make it over to his arms before my knees actually do give up on me a little, and I practically collapse into his arms.

“Oh my god… that was so… so mean…”

“Oh, what a desperate girl you are. And mean? I know you love it when I’m mean, just a little bit… don’t you, princess? Here, let me… ”

He keeps his arm around me and I slide on top of his desk, as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. I rock on the solid wood a little, letting the pressure build again… but instead of more, I get less… and he switches the toy off completely.

“But—”

“I know, you were close, weren’t you, sweetheart? So close… I was watching… You look so beautiful… so pathetic… on your knees for me… ”

“Yes…”

“And you want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“But you know the rules…”

He begins to loosen his tie before he lets his hands finally roam around my body… unbuttoning my blouse, his greedy hands squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples through the fabric of my bra…

“Mmm… more… ”

“What are the rules?”

His hands move down my body, lifting up my skirt, his fingers pulling my panties aside… pulling the toy out of me…

“You… you make me cum. Nothing else… You have to—”

“Oh god…”

He slides his fingers inside me, replacing where the toy was… my wetness coating his fingers…

“That’s right. I make you cum. My fingers… my tongue… my cock. Me… ”

He thrusts two fingers deep inside me and holds them there, moving them gently in just the right spot. I cling to him, my fingernails digging into his shoulder…

“How do you want to cum today, hmm? Fingers… tongue… cock… Tell me. Tell me what you want… ”

His fingers pulse inside me again, moving in and out. I can’t– I don’t—

“Use your words, princess. Tell me. Is it my cock that you want?”

“Yes, please… I—”

“Mmm… say that again. Beg for me again. I just love it when you’re so… desperate… for me. Be a good girl… and say please. And I’ll give it to you. Come on… just one little word… and you can have everything… you want. ”

His fingers leave my pussy and my eyes open to find his lips just inches from mine.

“Fuck me… right here on the desk. Make me take your cock… make me beg… make me stay quiet while you fill me ”

He offers me his hand and helps me down. I kick my shoes off, and spin on the spot, arching over the corner of his desk… sliding my skirt up… exposing myself to him.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

I can hear him unbuttoning, his pants dropping… feel him moving closer to me, up against me.

As his cock teases my entrance, his hand bunches in my hair and he jerks my head back.

“Mmm…”

“You like being a desperate slut for me, don’t you?”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer before his cock thrusts inside me, deep and fast.

“Yes, yes. Fuck, please… oh god… ”

“Shh. Be quiet. Don’t want to get caught, do we? ”

“Fuck me. Oh my god, yes. Please, daddy… don’t stop. ”

The smooth corner of the desk presses up against me and I spread my legs apart as he thrusts, letting it rub against my clit…

“Oh my god, yes. Shit. Fuck, yes. I’m going to cum. ”

“Ask permission. You know… the rules…”

“Please, can I? Can I cum? ”

“No. Not yet. Hold on… just a little more, baby… ”

His hands dig into my hips and I let my body go limp, god I love when he does this… takes control…

I want to cum so much, I’m so close, but— I need… oh my god…

“Please, let me. Please let me cum. I can’t— ”

“Yes you can. Be a good girl. Wait for me, baby. Almost… almost there… ”

My body tenses again as I try so hard, so hard to hold it back, to stop it… to be good for him… it feels so much better this way, when it finally happens…

“Almost there… good girl. You want to cum? You want to cum all over Daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby? Yeah? ”

“Yes, god, please. Please, daddy, please… ”

“Okay, princess. Cum for me, cum for me, baby. Cum all over this fucking cock… right here… ”

I let go, finally… after so long… finally the orgasm takes me. My thighs shake and I let my body rest against the desk, exhausted. But he doesn’t stop…

“Keep going for me, come on, princess. Come on… don’t stop now… ”

The feeling of his cock thrusting inside me, the pulses of my orgasm still making it’s way through me… fuck, I love this… I love him.

I know he’s close, I know he is. I need it, I need his cum, I need—

“Cum for me, baby. Please… please fill me. Please, I need— please…”

I’m almost incoherent, hazy, lost in this, in him, in how good it feels, so much stimulation… I know another orgasm won’t come, but it still feels so, so good…

“That’s it, baby, that’s it… I’m going to cum, oh, fuck—”

He collapses on top of me, letting his weight rest on my back… kissing my shoulder… brushing the hair off my face as I look back at him.

“Good girl. God, that felt good. Let’s get dressed, huh? ”

His weight lifts off me, and we adjust ourselves… by the time I’ve fixed my appearance, he has too… the only thing that’s askew is his tie… a little off center.

I step forward, my hands moving up to adjust it… his hands move to my waist… then up to my hands, and he holds them tight. His lips move down to our hands, clasped together, and he plants a kiss on my palm.

“I love you.”

It comes out before I can stop it. I want to shove it back in, to pretend it didn’t happen, but it did. His eyes harden a little, but then soften.

He pulls me in tight, and I know, by the way his hands circle around my back, and extra pressure he puts into it… that he feels the same. Even if he can’t say it, isn’t ready to say it… it’s okay.

I know what this is, and what it isn’t. But I’m not one to avoid my feelings or erase them.

I love him… and he cares about me. And that’s enough.

He lets me out of his embrace and I offer him a cheeky smile before I turn to the door. He catches my hand, though, and turns me back to face him.

“I love you too, you know.”