She has the most enchanting gaze; I can’t look away. And her smile, and her cheek bones, and that cute little nose…
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The Other Secretary (Part Two)
The expensive New York City hotel room was pitch black when she walked in. She paused in the doorway, annoyed that she had obviously still managed to arrive first. She’d wanted to make him wait for her, wanted to make some kind of an entrance.
’Where the fuck is he?’ she thought to herself with irritation, closing the door behind her. He’d left the office earlier than she, and front desk had confirmed that he’d already collected his key. She expected, even hoped, to find him waiting for her, but typically he’d probably now be in the lobby bar drinking whiskey & checking out women.
‘Click’
The bedside lamp flared into light, revealing him lazing on the bed, one hand tucked comfortably behind his head, the other languidly stroking his erect cock.
She stood silently for a few moments drinking him in. He was still fully dressed in navy pinstripe pants & pale blue shirt, his suit jacket draped over the back of the chair. His burgundy silk tie was unknotted but still draped around his neck. Pants unbuttoned and unzipped, his perfect cock hard, as his hand expertly caressed it. She noticed a bottle of whiskey next to the bed, several glasses down at least.
He returned her gaze, watching her through narrowed, lusty eyes as she stood by the doorway, purse in hand. She too was still dressed in her work clothes, but she was pristine as usual, despite her walk through the city. She had a remarkable knack of always looking smooth and sleek and well presented, the epitome of restrained efficiency.
That’s what made her such a good secretary.
That’s what made him want to fuck her so badly.
He was already feeling fluid and unwound from the whiskey he’d drunk over the last hour, but the sight of her, the thought of her, made his engorged cock drip that little bit faster. He eased back on his stroke, wrapped his fingers securely around the base of his shaft; the last thing he wanted was to waste his hours of anticipation, of fantasising, of teasing, in one careless stroke too many. His balls had been achingly full all afternoon; he was on trigger point and he needed to make sure he didn’t undo his safety catch until the right moment.
“Well, nice to see you’ve already made yourself comfortable,” she remarked with a faint smile. “Although you on the bed with your cock out is not exactly what i had in mind. I thought it was established what was going to happen tonight?”
He raised his eyebrows. “What… you taking my ass you mean? I don’t actually remember agreeing to that.” He paused. “It seems to me that you might need to earn my ass. And i don’t come cheaply, you should know that.”
She snorted. “I’m not earning anything. You’ll do what you’re told and when you’re told. Just remember your debt isn’t clear yet.”
He was silent, staring at her, his dark eyes shining & intense. She sensed a wolfishness about him, that hadn’t been there in the office. There, he had been under her control. Here, things seemed a little different.
For a moment she felt uneasy, but he smiled his charming, boyish smile and shrugged, “You know you’re in charge, baby….”
Flicking her dark hair over her shoulder, the way he had watched her do a hundred times before, she walked towards the bathroom. "Good, well i’m going to freshen up, you just stay there. But put that cock away, you won’t be getting it out until i say so.“
He didn’t move.
"You heard me, i want to see you put it away.”
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows, sceptically.
“Put it away.”
“Yes mistress,” he joked, and wincing slightly, pushed his cock down and under the waistband of his boxers, zipping and buttoning his pants. There was still a tent, but he raised his hands up to his head, “See, no touching.”
“And you make sure it stays that way,” she said crisply. “Now when i come out from the bathroom i want to find you with your suit jacket and shoes back on, and tie in place, properly presented, on your knees right there,” She pointed to the carpet at the end of the bed. "Hands behind your back.“
She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of impressive looking steel handcuffs with a studded leather band, and dangled them on one finger before dropping them on the bed. "We will be using these.”
Turning on her heel, she disppeared into the marble bathroom, the door clicking crisply behind her. He stretched out lazily on the bed, feeling his muscles and his cock stretch and lengthen. Closing his eyes and letting his mind wander, he smiled to himself, “well this is going to be one interesting Tuesday night….”
Fifteen minutes later and giving herself a final check in the mirror, she nodded at her reflection. Black hair in loose curls over her shoulders, smokey dark eyes, luscious deep red lipstick; so different to her appearance at work.
She turned in the mirror to view her black boned corset with red velvet accents and red velvet panties; matching garter belt holding up the finest french silk stockings, and of course classic black & red stilettos. She preferred real stockings over the stay up variety, loved the way the garter straps dragged them upwards creating a curved effect that look so good against the pale flesh of her thighs.
Taking the last few props from her bag, a riding crop, the strap on harness & dildo, and a mask, she opened the bathroom door to make her final entrance. She was looking forward to seeing his face, looking forward to seeing his very male reaction to her very female appearance.
Curiously, the room was in darkness again, and she stood for a few moments trying to let her eyes adjust from the bright of the bathroom to the dark of the bedroom.
She felt his breath against her ear an instant before his arms snaked around her; one around her neck, the other around her waist pulling her hard back against his body, the shock making her drop the crop, harness & mask.
“You didn’t really think you were going to manipulate me that easily did you?” he murmured in her ear. She realised he was naked, the warmth of his skin radiating through her lingerie, his heavy erection pulsing against her back.
“I don’t need to manipulate you,” she hissed. “You want this. You know you do. Explain the black satin panties to me.”
He angled her towards the bed, using the weight of his body to subtly push her; he was a well muscled 6’, she was barely 5’ 4", so she had no choice but to go in the direction he was taking her. As her knees made contact with the bed, he bent her forward roughly, pushing her head down onto the bedspread, holding it there with one hand around her neck, the other pulling the crotch of her velvet panties to one side. She felt the fat head of his cock push wetly up against her ass…
He leaned forward across her body and she felt his hot breath against her ear. “I wear the satin panties because they feel good against my cock. Because i like to spend my day feeling alive and sexual and aroused. It helps me to stay on the ball, to think clearly, it keeps me sharp. They keep me hard, all fucking day.”
She tried to breathe calmly, but his hand on her neck, and the weight of his body against her back was making it hard. In the dark she could do nothing but absorb the sensory experience of him. He was everywhere in that moment; his breath, his weight, his scent, his sex. She wanted so much to hate him, but almost to spite herself, she felt her body respond to his masculine cues. But she was determined not to yield to him.
“Fuck you. I don’t believe it. I think you wear them because you’re a submissive, because you want me to fuck you, to take your ass. Whether you want to admit it to yourself or not.” She struggled, but he didn’t loosen his grip. "Now get the fuck off of me. You are displeasing me with this behaviour. You know you don’t want to do this.“
He snorted in derision. "That is the biggest load of bullshit i’ve ever heard. Displeasing you. Give me a fucking break. I don’t give a shit if i’m displeasing you. All i’m interested in is fucking you.”
The words dripped off his tongue like poisoned honey and she felt her pussy melt, her lips swelling with his words despite herself.
“All i’ve ever been interested in is fucking you,” his lips brushed against her ear as he purred the words, and he rubbed his cock slowly between her ass cheeks. She gasped at the sensations spreading through her body.
“Every day i think about fucking you. Every day i touch my cock thinking about what it would be like to pin you to my desk and pound you. What it would be like to shove you up against the wall and just take you. Without your consent. Without any kissing or foreplay or giggling. To just push you up against the wall and slam my cock into you. What it would be like to make you kneel down, to hold your pretty little face in one of my hands, squeezing your cheeks together, and cum on your forehead. To just watch my cock as it paints your face with my fucking cum.”
She could feel his pre-cum dripping down her ass, and over the swollen lips of her cunt. He paused, and without a moments notice, pushed his hips hard against her, shoving his cock deep into her body. She was unable to speak as he thrust in time with the rhythm of his words.
“That’s what i think about… every…. fucking…. day….. My cock in your cunt.”
She gritted her teeth, trying not to give him the benefit of hearing her moan with pleasure as he filled her, burying his thick cock to the very hilt. Rough and unforgiving, he fucked her hard and fast, the weight of his body pinning her against the bed, his skin slapping loudly against hers in time with his breathing.
She wanted to scream 'No’, wanted to get him off her, wanted her body to stop giving its unspoken compliance.
But she didn’t want his ragged breath in her ear to stop. Didn’t want the warmth of his body to leave her. Didn’t want his heavy cock to stop stretching her wide, to stop caressing her sensitive nerves until she felt as if she was going to implode.
She wouldn’t submit to him completely though. Despite his heavy weight pushing her down, she didn’t bend her knees and sink to the bed; her legs stayed firm and her ass high, her face pressed sideways into the bed, his face resting against hers, his mouth on her ear.
Right then he wasn’t speaking though. Right then he was struggling to breathe. She could tell he was on the verge of losing himself. Drawing courage from somewhere deep inside, she spoke through gritted teeth, “Are you ready to cum yet boy? I didn’t think it would take you long before you blew your load.”
As the words left her lips, she pushed back against him with her ass to emphasise her point.
He stopped thrusting and she heard him draw breath. “Boy? Did you really call me boy? I think maybe you’re not understanding something. I am your boss at work and i am your boss here. Just because of your pathetic performance in the office today, does not mean that you are dominant to me. Do you understand?”
She snorted. “You’re just fucking delusional.”
She heard him growl and his grip on her neck tightened. His fingers were digging into her, painfully, and she struggled trying to get free. “Don’t even bother trying to get away from me… i think perhaps just fucking your cunt isn’t enough is it. That’s not enough to force your respect is it?”
He withdrew his cock in one smooth action, and shifting his angle, thrust hard and deep, straight into her ass, forcing himself roughly past her resistance. “How does this suit you, baby?”
The pain was intense but short lived. She had experienced and enjoyed anal penetration before, but she’d never been taken so fiercely. She was used to a slow gentle build up. She was used to some decent lubrication at least, more than just her pussy juices and his pre-cum.
“You fucking bastard,” she gasped as he pounded into her. She felt violated, but intensely aroused.
“Ha!” He laughed, short and sharp. “It was ok when you wanted to fuck me up the ass. Different for you though isn’t it?”
His breath was laboured, panting from the exertion. This was no gentle love making. This was not even a cheeky hotel room quickie. This was raw and ugly, painful and incredibly arousing. She felt used but wanted more from him, needed more from him.
He let go of the grip on her neck, and slid his hands down her body to her hips, straightening up as he did so. It was a relief to have his weight off of her back and his change in position let him thrust into her even more deeply. His heavy balls were slapping against the swollen lips of her wet cunt, flicking against her clit, teasing her, stimulating her, with every thrust.
She felt her body beginning to tense. Fuck no, she didn’t want to cum. Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making her cum. He didn’t deserve her orgasm.
But he could feel her tensing around him. “Fuck,” he growled, “your body is insane. You’re gonna cum for me aren’t you, baby?”
“Get fucked,” she mumbled under her breath.
“Don’t think i didn’t hear that,” he withdrew his cock almost completely before jamming it back into her, deep. “You’re gonna cum for me baby, whether you like it or not…”
He slipped his hand around the soft flesh of her thigh to her cunt, buried his fingers deep into her honeyed wetness and withdrawing them, smeared her juices over her swollen pussy. He stroked and caressed her, fingers inside her cunt, the pad of his thumb sliding rhythmically over her swollen clit.
“Fuck baby, i can feel you,” he mumured, “and when you cum for me i’m going to blow so fucking hard, i’m gonna explode inside you…”
But it wasn’t his fingers or his words, it was that gutteral groan, the one from his soul, that primal groan as old as sex itself that tipped her, that ripped her orgasm out of her. And as her body contracted and pulsed in excruciating pleasure, she felt the throb of his cock in her ass. His balls pumping once, then twice, his cum spilling inside her and on the third he pulled out, painting the rest of his warm seed across her ass, across her pale flesh and her panties and her red velvet corset…
“You bastard…”
Finally her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the bed, his dead weight following a split second later. They lay tangled together, panting, struggling for breath.
“Your cum had better not be all over my velvet lingerie,” she threatened finally.
“Sorry about that baby,” he panted. “But it did look so very pretty, contrasted white and pearlescent against the black and the red.”
She shook her head. “Oh, don’t try and sweet talk me with that smart mouth. Your ass is so mine, boy…”
(to be continued)
~ Isabella ~