Alpha Dom Boss II

What the hell just happened?

I thought about it all the way home. I couldn’t sleep last night at all. I just can’t wrap my head around it.

The fact that I’m sitting here at my desk as if nothing happened, as if I didn’t just—

Oh my god, I’m going crazy. I mean, I can’t believe I did that. Masturbating in the back office, what was I thinking?

But then… being caught by him, Mr. Big.

Oh god. I don’t even remember his name. All I can think about, all I can picture, is the way he stared at me while I… while he told me to continue.

While I touched myself for him… telling me to keep quiet. Telling me it would be our little secret.

I arrived at work today on time, even a little early, which is something I don’t usually do. I just… I don’t know, I wanted to make sure he knew I didn’t take it for granted.

He could have fired me on the spot. He should have. But he didn’t.

I haven’t seen him yet this morning and I’ve been here for… four hours already.

Oh god, I haven’t gotten any work done at all. I’m just so confused about this whole thing… and so, so turned on.

Masturbating at work is always fun but this was something else… I can’t stop thinking about how he was just watching me… then when his hand disappeared under the desk… stroking himself through his pants…

“Hey, want to stop for a coffee break? I can’t look at this for another second.”

“What?”

“Coffee. Come on. Looks like you could use some, too.”

“Yeah, okay.”

I feel like I’m on autopilot as I follow her into the break room. She’s used to making coffee for the both of us, so I just lean on the counter trying not to look suspicious.

Sometimes we take a coffee break outside in the courtyard, but it’s rainy today and I don’t really feel like chatting much. If we started chatting like we normally do, I’m not sure how long I could keep this secret.

“Hey, are you okay? You seem… different.”

“What? No, yeah, I’m fine. Totally fine.”

“Okay, liar. Spill. I know there’s tea, so give it to me.”

She hands me my coffee and I grasp it between both hands. The heat seeps into my skin and it feels so nice.

Maybe I can tell her something. Not everything. Not yet. I don’t know where this is going yet and I don’t want to get anyone in trouble.

“Okay, so… something happened. I think I… well, okay. I can’t give you all the details but I think I met someone.”

“As in a grocery store clerk or a person walking their dog… or like… you met someone. Like the kind of someone you want to do very bad things with?”

She’s already hooked, I can see it in her eyes. And it’ll be nice to get someone else’s opinion on this, even if I can’t tell her all the details clearly yet.

“Okay, it’s complicated… and really hot.”

“Oh god, he’s not married, is he?”

“No! I mean, at least I don’t think so. He’s someone I shouldn’t be messing around with, though.”

“Oh, tell me more.”

“Oh god, he’s not my usual type. At all. Like really, he’s this high powered business person and I’m… well, me. And he’s so… I don’t know. Just nothing I thought would work for me.”

“But it does? Have you slept with him?”

“No… not yet, at least.”

“Why not? Girl, get in there! You gotta jump on those opportunities. Lord knows I would if I could…”

“Like I said, it’s complicated. I shouldn’t even really have anything to do with him, I—”

“Good morning, ladies.”

I turn around to see him standing in the doorway of the break room. Mr. Big.

He doesn’t meet my eye. In fact, he’s not paying any kind of attention to me—all his attention is focused on Jane.

“We were just grabbing some coffee. Do you want some?”

“Exactly what I came in here for.”

Every muscle in my body tenses as he steps between Jane and me, grabbing a mug from one of the cabinets. God, he smells incredible.

I usually have a pretty good poker face, but I can tell by the way Jane is eyeing me over his shoulder that she knows who I was talking about now.

“How are you liking it here, by the way? I hope you’re enjoying your time in our little town…”

“Yeah, I am, actually. It’s a nice change from the city.”

He drops your stir-stick into the bin and turns on his heel, making his way back to the door. I feel myself exhale a little, and I didn’t realize I was holding my breath.

“Oh, by the way… can I see you in my office in a few minutes? I want to go over some anomalies I noticed in your most recent reports.”

He’s looking at me now, finally. I can’t read his expression at all, it’s completely blank.

“Yes, of course. I’ll just finish up here and…”

“Take your time.”

I feel a bit frozen in place as I watch him walk away. Then, I turn to Jane. I can’t hide it now.

“Oh my god, no. It’s him! You can’t. You cannot go through with this!”

“You just said I should! What happened to the whole “jumping on opportunities” thing?”

“That was before I knew it was Mr. Fucking Big Shot. How did this even happen? I need all the details, right now.”

I drain the last of my coffee and set the mug in the sink. My heart is racing and my thighs are clenching together a little already. I’m aching to get to his office.

“You heard him. He wants to see me in his office, I have to go.”

“Okay, go! But I swear, you’re treating me to a drink and spilling every detail this weekend.”

I feel like this is some kind of out-of-body experience. I’m walking down the rows of cubicles, heading to the back office… to his office.

I don’t know what will be waiting for me there. Does he want to talk about yesterday? Reprimand me? Or… could it be that he wants to—

No, I can’t let myself get carried away. I just need to go in and see what happens.

Stay calm. Whew… stay calm.

“Come in!”

I push the door open, and he’s sitting in his chair. I go to sit down, but he gestures for me to remain standing.

“Please, don’t sit. Not yet.”

He gets up from his chair and makes his way toward me. He stops just before me and god, he smells so good, and the way he’s just looking down at me…

“About yesterday. We need to talk.”

He begins to pace the room a little now, and I think maybe… is he nervous?

“Of course. Like I said, I’m so sorry about that. I… I don’t know what came over me.”

He’s circling me, slowly. I feel like I’m on display… or like I’m about to be disciplined by a teacher for speaking out of turn in class or something.

It’s kind of hot… this dynamic between us. I want to lean into it, just a little… to let him know yesterday wasn’t a fluke. Or it didn’t have to be… if he wants it to continue.

“I really appreciate your discretion. Sometimes I can be a little reckless. It’s a problem.”

“Yes, it is.”

He’s still circling me slowly, and I can tell that he’s toying with me now, trying to intimidate me… but there’s so much he still doesn’t know about me.

“Have you ever encountered such a problem before? What would you suggest I do about it?”

He stops just behind me, and he’s still for a moment. Then, I hear the door lock. My heart is racing.

“Hmmm. I have some ideas.”

He comes around to face me again, stopping where he was before, just inches away from me.

I feel like I’m holding my breath, like I’m nervous to exhale, to lose this… whatever this feeling is.

“I want to make some things clear, though.”

I look up at him and nod, waiting for him to continue.

“First, I need to know… you’re completely comfortable? With this?”

I nod again, but he shakes his head at me.

“Speak. I need to hear it.”

God, the tone of his voice is making my knees weak.

“Yes.”

“And this will not interfere with your work, or mine.”

It’s not a question, it’s a statement. Clear boundaries, even if what goes on between us happens at work… it stays separate.

“No, it will not.”

“Good.”

He touches me now, tilting my chin up as his lips get closer and closer to mine. His other hand is on the small of my back, holding me in place.

“I’ve decided on your punishment. For being so naughty at work yesterday.”

His hand moves a little lower, cupping my ass. He pulls me in closer to him and I brace my hands on his chest.

Is that the kind of thing you’re interested in?

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir. I want to be taught a lesson… because I’ve been bad…”

He releases me suddenly, stepping back so immediately that I almost lose my balance. I didn’t realize how much I was leaning into him, into his touch, into every word he’s saying.

“Put your hands flat on the desk.”

He steps aside and I walk to the desk. My hands press hard into the cool surface.

He comes up behind me, pressing against me, leaning over me… I can feel his hard cock through his pants and it makes my knees buckle a little.

“Oh, look at you. Poor thing. So desperate. You’ve probably been thinking about it all night… and all morning. Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Because I haven’t stopped thinking about it, either.”

He comes around to the front of the desk, but I remain in place, my hands practically glued to the surface. Brattiness may be in my nature, but right now, all I want to do is feel him touching me, easing slowly inside me.

He takes his jacket off and drapes it around his chair. My eyes widen a little as he undoes a few buttons of his shirt. Then, he rolls up his sleeves. God, he looks so fucking sexy.

“I want you.”

“Oh, you do? You want me? Right now?”

“Yes”

He comes around to my side of the desk again, but I don’t flinch. I know staying in place, playing the good-girl role… this is what he wants, and this is how I get what I want.

He’s behind me now, wrapping his hands around my waist… slowly moving them up, cupping my tits through my dress.

I have to focus on staying in place, with both hands on the table. All I want is to turn around and feel him, kiss him, everywhere.

“Safeword?”

God, I love how people who know just know. With that one little word, I feel so comfortable with all of this. Because he knows. He knows what’s at stake, he knows the risks, he knows we need to be careful.

But he also knows how fucking good this is going to get. I turn my head to look back at him.

“Buttercup.”

“Cute.”

His hands move down my body now, down to my thighs. He lifts the hem of my dress as his hands move between my legs.

“I’m going to tease this desperate little pussy…”

His hand pushes inside my underwear and his fingers settle on my clit.

Oh, fuck…

“And you will not cum… until I say.”

His fingers are rubbing in soft, slow circles, but the pressure feels so good…

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulls his hand out of my pants and I lean forward on the table trying to balance myself. He grabs my waist and turns me to face him.

I wrap my arms around his neck as we kiss before trailing them down his chest. I take his hand in mine and guide him back down between my legs.

I lean on the desk as his fingers slide into my underwear again. This time, he pushes two of them deep inside me.

“Yes...”

“Such a needy girl. Shhh… stay quiet.”

Shit. I have to be quiet. And I’m not allowed to cum. Even this, just this, is already driving me crazy.

He pushes me back against the desk as he thrusts fingers in and out of me. His lips are all over me… kissing me, then moving down to my neck, then my chest.

“Fuck, yes. Let me see those tits.”

He pulls my tits out of my dress and my bra in one go and squeezes them in his free hand. His lips move around my chest, kissing, biting, sucking…

He takes one of my nipples into his mouth…

“Oh my god, yes. Yes…”

“Get this thong off. Sit on the desk… Yeah. Spread those legs for me.”

I do as he says, slipping my underwear off and kicking them to the side before sliding myself back onto the desk. I spread my legs and he slowly starts to kiss down my body.

He settles onto his knees and grins up at me from between my legs.

“Keep quiet and do not cum. Or I stop.”

I nod down at him and lean back on the desk as he starts to kiss my thighs. He bites down on my skin and my whole body becomes covered with goosebumps.

I feel his tongue on me and his fingers teasing me, and… This is going to be so hard. Oh my god…

“Oh my god, fuck. Shit… yes, right there…”

He slides his fingers deep inside me as his tongue teases my clit. My hands run through his hair and my thighs clench a little around his face. His head eagerly moves faster between my legs.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Fuck.”

“You like this, huh? Getting teased? Getting ready to be fucked at work? Such a naughty fucking girl.”

“Yes. Yes, I like it. Shit…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it? You want to cum? Want to cum all over my fingers and tongue, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes… please.”

“Say it. I want to hear it.”

“I… I want to cum. All over your tongue. Fuck… please.”

Suddenly, he pulls away. Getting up off his knees, he pulls me in for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips.

His hands are tangled in my hair as his tongue pushes into my mouth. Oh my god, I want to cum. I want him inside me.

“I want…”

“Go on. Beg for it.”

The only thing I hate more than giving in so easily is the thought of not having his dick inside me… after all of this… I need it. I need it.

“Please, Sir. Fuck… fuck me. I need it.”

He stands back a little, slowly unzipping his pants. He takes something out of the pocket and then lets them fall to the floor, along with his boxers. His hard cock looks so fucking good…

“Tell me exactly what you need.”

“I need your cock inside me.”

He unwraps the condom in his hand and slowly slides it down his shaft.

“Say please.”

He comes closer to me, moving between my legs. I lean back on the desk more, and the tip of his cock rubs against my clit.

“Fuck, I need it. I need it, please. Please, Sir. Fuck me. Right here on this desk, right here…”

He wraps one hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him, and his cock slowly eases inside me.

His hands are roaming my body with greed, gripping, squeezing, pinching every part of me: my breasts, my nipples, my thighs, my waist.

My legs are wrapped tight around him as he fucks me, driving deep inside me again and again…

“Shit, yes. Yes, that feels so fucking good.”

“Fuck. Such a good girl. Take it like that…”

I take his hand in mine and guide his fingers up to my lips. I eagerly suck his thumb into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it as he starts to fuck me harder.

“Such a greedy girl. Open that fucking mouth.”

He grips my jaw with his hand, and I nod up at him. I want this. Fuck, I want it.

He leans over me and his mouth hovers above mine. He thrusts into me, driving his cock all the way in as he spits into my mouth.

“Good girl. Swallow it.”

I swallow as he thrusts into me again and again, and oh my god, I’ve never done anything like it before but I love it. I want more, I need more, I need to…

“Mmmm. Mmmm, oh shit. Yes, yes. I’m want to cum.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

His grip on my jaw tightens, and my eyes stay on his. I nod and my thighs clench harder around him as he fucks me.

“Yes, yes. Yes… oh my god, oh my god.”

“Such a good girl, fuck. You feel so good. So good. Just take it for me, take it…”

He clasps his hand over my mouth as he picks up the pace, fucking me harder and faster.

“Fuck, yes. Take my cum, fucking take it. Let me fill this fucking pussy…”

He leans over me, his body weight on top of me as he cums.

“Fuck…”

God, his cock is still so hard inside me, I can feel myself clenching around it. I pull him in closer, wrapping my legs tighter around him.

“Oh, what? You want to cum too, huh?”

“Yes, yes. Please.”

One of his hands cups my breast as the other reaches between my legs, teasing my clit. He’s thrusting slow and deep inside me, but rubbing my clit a little faster.

“Oh god…”

“That’s it. Hang on a bit longer. Almost…”

My hips are moving in time with his now, eager to feel him deeper, more, faster…

“So close, greedy girl. Almost. A little more… you can do it, can’t you?”

“Yy–yes. Yes. Fuck…”

“I told you you would be punished. You need to wait… just a little more…”

He’s thrusting inside me a little faster again. I can tell how sensitive it is for him, but he keeps going, his fingers teasing my clit, rubbing me in circles…

Oh my god, I don’t know how much—

“Almost. Almost there. Do not cum… until I say…”

He grips my jaw in his hand again, forcing me to look up at him as he thrusts into me harder.

“Oh my god, oh my god. Shit… I—”

“Almost… you’re so close, sweetheart. Wait…”

“Such a desperate mess. Such a needy girl. Cum all over this fucking cock, right now. Cum for me.”

“Oh my god.”

My heart is racing, and he finally pulls out of me. I clench my thighs together, rocking back and forth on the desk a little before getting to my feet. I can still feel the pleasure radiating through my body.

“You did good. Really good.”

He strips the condom off and tosses it into the bin next to his desk before gathering his pants and pulling them back on.

I had kicked my heels off at some point, and I’m searching around for the missing one when he catches my wrist. It’s in his hand, it must have been buried under his clothes.

“Here… let me.”

He kneels down and I balance myself on his shoulder as he slips my shoe on. When he comes up to meet me, we’re inches apart again and I can’t think of anything to say.

I have so much to say… but none of it is coming out.

“I mean it. You did incredible.”

“You too.”

“Listen, if this is something that you—”

“Hold that thought. Uhhh… do you know where that is?”

We’re both glancing around for his phone, but I spot it first. It must have fallen off the desk.

I pick it up and go to hand it to him, but something catches my eye.

The caller profile that’s flashing… it’s him, with his arm around a woman. She’s on her tip-toes kissing his cheek.

I can feel my mind racing, trying to figure it out. He’s shaking his head, and he looks like he’s about to speak.

I know I should let him explain but my heart is pounding in my ears.

“Wait, are you… are you married?”